Your eyes are orbs of light where untold secrets sleep,
they cut through darkness like arrows searching for lost light,
and in their depths gather loves and losses like rain in a cup,
unspoken stories burning silently, like embers beneath the wind's ash.
They seek hearts once open, now closed within their own silence,
reflecting dreams that do not die, but float like islands on seas of fire,
holding truths like pearls hidden in shells of shadow,
and letting slip only what the soul can bear without breaking.
Sometimes they cast a spark of disdain, a sharp cut of cold light,
other times they close, heavy with sleep, at the call of too deep a shadow,
but they awaken once more when hope steps again over the horizon,
and greet the dawn with a wisdom that cannot be learned.
Through the years, they bow only to truth, without masks, without lies,
for only the eyes can see to the end the sweetness and pain of love.
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
As soothing rays of the sun
Nurturing famished hearts with warmth
As keys to the essence of your soul
Unlocking golden secrets yet untold
As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind
Generously caressing both lovers and friends
As welcoming as a long-lived tree
A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
As spring graces the face of the earth,
an underlying coldness settles below.
Petals dance in the fleeting breeze,
yet a quiet goodbye waits beneath
Time and time again, cherry blossoms bloom,
as the October winds threaten to defile them
But if winter lingers on the surface,
and spring beneath,
doesn't that mean that with every bloom,
a bone-chilling frost begins to creep.
Love is not just the use of words
Of a feeling, touching silence
Everything can be said easily
But "Love" is just one word
Has meaning behind the back
Innumerable emotions, fear
Hope and rights are hidden
People are afraid
If they fall in love
Others don't want to understand it
So maybe or perhaps
Love often remains silent
Untold, yet so deep.
I feel, I feel a little bit more
Deafening silences of stories untold
Wrenching hearts, welled-up eyes
Suppressed screams weaving loving lullabies
I feel, I feel a little bit more
Breezes disguised as tornadoes
Wreckage, havoc, “it’s dark inside”
Cluttered confusion showing the ‘light’
I feel, I feel a little bit more
In a circus, on a tightrope
Smirks, grins, mocking eyes
Free falling to see if it’s alright
Tell me, tell me if you know
To keep these secrets, box of lies
Chest of unconsoled cries
Buried beyond land, seas and skies
Never unravelled, but felt, kept and hidden again
By souls destined to have the sweetest of smiles.
Who knows who are the casualties of war?
Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead?
Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced?
The untold truth, a light on this can shed
I also am a casualty of war
My soul is wounded by the grief I see
The war is raging here inside my head
I am held hostage, longing to be free
Survivor guilt is ravaging my nights
The blast of bombs, a morbid wake up call
Though I'm alive, I feel so dead inside
Like those cut down by hate, I take a fall
Destructor's cravings are insatiable
The sites destroyed include those of my mind
My tears pour down with that of martyrs blood
Like refugees, a haven I must find
A lesser casualty, yet I am one
This war is altering my very soul
I am ashamed to claim a numbered place
Yet war affects the country as a whole
Aggressors will not stop their rampant rage
The toll of death goes higher every day
Who counts the living dead, devoid of hope?
The shroud awaits the ones this war will slay
The casualties of war exceed belief
In Lebanon, war's reign defies relief
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Untold Casulties of War
An extended sonnet
November 1, 2024
Tales untold who so fights the dragon;
Blessed endowed with light that over shadows;
Rush of wins, battles crossed, racing wagon;
Blinded hunter lights the sparks;
Who am I to apologize for genocide;
Whomsoever am I to jump off bridges and fly;
Where am I as said dragon whispers in my ear;
Memory bold
Action gold
Tales untold
In thus the tale of the unknown
I am light bearer hero;
In this tale of the unknown;
Majestically I'm golden ;
I shine bright galaxy bright I put my sword back in my seave;
I digress history prevail my battles and challenges victory;
Earthen battles won, victory songs;
Righteous trues, obsolutes;
Triumph battles good inhales
Memory bold
Action gold
Tales untold
I am Soldier Victorious you haven't heard of us for real life we have already prevailed I light has shown;
Tales untold
In the realm of timeless verse and thought,
Where poets' dreams and visions wrought,
Lies a world of beauty, untold,
In the finest poems, hearts unfold.
Each crafted line, a work of art,
A masterpiece from a poet's heart,
Words like music, flowing free,
Echoes of truth in harmony.
In sonnets, ballads, epics grand,
Wonders of language at their command,
Capturing moments, emotions raw,
In the finest poems, awe and flaw.
Through metaphors and vivid scenes,
Poets weave intricate, complex themes,
Unveiling truths with gentle grace,
In the finest poems' sacred space.
Emotions penned in ink and sighs,
Echoes of laughter, tears, and sighs,
In each stanza, a world anew,
In the finest poems, souls imbue.
So let us revel in poetic lore,
In the finest poems, always more,
For in these words, we find our kin,
And a universe within
In a studio, a song so unique,
Was played at its pick.
It held scenes untold,
And documentaries untold,
And stories that only a few could pick.
Let all the bad memories go
Sorrows and sadness untold
Within the pages He unfolds
Drowning in the sea of life
No where to run
No where to hide
Let all the bad memories go
Take hold of Jesus and find riches untold
Days of peace and laughter like you've never known
Let all the bad memories go
They were once those who wrote
They were those who sung
While some were those who travelled
And some were those who danced.
Some were once you saw smiling,
While others laughed
Some were in tears,
Not of joy but of pain
Pain of many colors and shades
And some you saw in distant yet so near.
So, one can often wonder,
When did life began its spin,
To take such colors from its painter?
There was and there is,
A story in many never shared,
Will you then take a moment,
To stay and hear, perhaps even share
The story many can never speak?
It's one that you'll find in you.
One that many share with you.
For life is a million folds
Of stories waiting to unfold
----Dec 21 2022----
In the mist of October,
brown leaves fall.
Some trees were dead,
And the rest is blooming,
Ending yet, the beginning.
Most mysterious thing,
Brown leaves haunt,
but indeed they fall;
Start of a poem, chilly wind whispers,
Brown leaves fall,
The new Golden-one, appears.
Story of Autumn yet to be told.
A bistro in Bryanston uptown,
Delicious tastes abound.
With dishes so fine,
In candlelight shine,
A culinary treasure is found!
In the kitchen, Chef Lanser is king,
With a ladle, a spatula swing.
His creations divine,
Matching flavours with wine,
A culinary dance is taking wing!
In glasses, L'Avenir we shall pour,
A wine to adore and explore.
With aromas so bold,
Creating stories untold,
A sip of the future in store!
I am transgender, a soul untamed,
Seeking solace, my true self proclaimed.
In this journey, I've found my role,
Here's what I need to be made whole.
Acceptance, a beacon to light my way,
Embracing love, where judgment won't sway.
A mirror that reflects my inner grace,
To see myself, unburdened by the chase.
Understanding hearts, compassionate and kind,
A refuge where I can peace of mind find.
Words of affirmation, whispered in the air,
Affirming my existence, showing they care.
A world that dismantles oppressive walls,
Where equality reigns and prejudice falls.
Opportunities to thrive, without constraint,
For my dreams and talents, a fair playing paint.
Connection to a community, strong and tight,
Where unity blossoms, like stars in the night.
Courage to be vulnerable, without fear,
Knowing my truth is valued and held dear.
I am transgender, bold and unafraid,
Demanding respect, in every accolade.
With these elements, a tapestry untold,
I'll embrace my journey, and forever unfold.
In the depths of my soul lies an untold story,
Like a river flowing silently, hidden and hoary,
A tale of love, loss, and unspoken desires,
A journey of the heart, fueled by fires.
It’s a story of hope, mixed with despair,
Of moments that left a mark, painful and rare,
It's a chapter that I’ve kept locked away,
But its essence still lingers, like a memory to stay.
There are words unsaid, and feelings unexpressed,
A landscape untouched, an untrodden quest,
It's a story of life, with all its twists and turns,
Moments that we cherish, and lessons we learn.
It's a tale of courage, of battling storms,
Of braving the odds, and weathering the norms,
It's a chapter of my life, that I’ve kept to myself,
A story untold, with nobody to share or delve.
Maybe someday, I’ll find the courage to speak,
And unlock the secrets that I’ve kept so meek,
Until then, let it be a mystery, shrouded in glory,
For that’s the beauty of my untold story.
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