Best Manuel Poems
Overweight Terrier:
Porky
Yorkie
Un-cool Terrier:
Dorky
Yorkie
Spaniel dog breeder:
Cocker
Stocker
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
Cocker
Mocker
Book on how to care for Cockers:
Spaniel
Manuel
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
Cocker
Soccer
Then showers and dresses by its:
Cocker
Locker
Dachshund headgear:
Weenie
Beenie
Grouchy Dachshund:
Meany
Weenie
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
Teenie
Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
Dachshund making critcal life choices:
Eenie
Weenie...
Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
Collie
Folly
Reared in a loving environnment, she was a rather:
Jolly
Collie
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
Raleigh
Collie
To commemorate her frequent (and often rowdy) visits to N.O. a streetcar was renamed the:
Collie
Trolley
Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
Legal
Beagle
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
Regal
Beagle
Now a celebrity, he even had an entourage of nubile young female beagles named:
Snoopy's
Groupies
Eventually, he met his soul mate, married her in Westminster Abbey and it is rumored that they engaged in numerous and somewhat kinky sessions of:
Snoopy
Whoopie
AMERICA, OH AMERICA
America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.
America, oh America!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
CORONALITY (1)
Polyneuropathy of a poisonous dark child,
Weapon of mass destruction,
Born to the family called Earth,
Name Corona, last name Virus,
Nickname Covid, aged nineteen (19),
Nationality China, who premeditatedly planned
The glint of bodies: naked, suited or adorned,
Down by the old soul (earth).
International terrorism at it's best,
Who is going to be the jury
To hear and decide this infliction of life's injury.
Death fashionably attired with a face new
And name, Corona, reminiscent of something I knew,
Now the ghost of life that begins
Can freely travel from Italy to America,
From United kingdom to Faroe island
Even without aviation and documents
To waver in arms of loved ones or pen pals.
What's going on with our beloved Earth?
Carcasses; I smell a rat,
Chinese government wears the aroma
And Wuhan Institute of Virology,
I see Shi Zengli's lab oozes 'the dead rat'
And Major General Chen Wei's hands stained
With tactics, strategies and blood
Like a small red circle on a white flag.
Welcome to the apocalypse, age of Ragnarok.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2020
BUTCHER PETE
In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.
RADIOACTIVE SCUM
The Russian soldiers who stormed Chernobyl, are buried in lead coffins below.
And in the dark of night you can see, their radioactive glow.
FARMER MURRAY
Here lies the 'aromatic' remains of the farmer Sid Murray
Missed his footing and drowned in a vat of cow slurry.
PUTIN
At his victory parade in Red Square Putin, had a fatal heart attack
And the inscription on his headstone reads, Karma will always get you back.
MANUEL
Below are buried the pieces of Manuel from Havana
Went swimming and got eaten by a shoal of piranha.
SID
A bookcase containing books about the paranormal and death
Toppled over onto Sid the librarian, and they haven't found his body yet.
JIM
Jim the electric clock maker got electrocuted and died.
It seems that for poor Jim, time was not on his side.
BROWN BREAD ED
Baker Ed fell into his hot oven, and was baked with the dough
And all the mourners were given, a slice as a memento.
LION TAMER FRED
In this vault lies the headless body of lion tamer Fred
Who stumbled onto a lions mouth and who then bit off his head.
ARCHIBALD DE WITT
The world famous conductor Sir Archibald De Witt
Was hit with the arm of a trombone and fell dead in the pit.
Written 27th April 2022.
WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE
Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your beautiful euphony, word fusion
When the beginning of two you can't even denounce.
Six months will turn sixty years, hopefully,
Only if you refuse to pull off the plug.
Hope to reminisce your days in the solitary.
Scattered equations be fixed like a computer bug
Malfunctioning & calculating 2 plus 2 as three.
Why is the newly wedded Man called GROOM,
And the woman, full of mystery, called BRIDE?
Her chromosomes which is genetic info room
Is like a deep ocean even as you swim with the tide.
Wedding day was when you 'ere commissioned as GROOM
For the new task of a durational long learning passage.
Nobody calls her WIFE on wedding days but BRIDE,
Your Union overtime will birth it's own adage:
Man "grooms" his BRIDE to become the WIFE.
That's why Men are called "Bridegroom" when he's trending,
Grooming connotes patiently nurturing, teaching her to thrive,
Helping her become and carefully tending.
The altar is for two madly-in-love MATURED mates,
Patiently inclined to groom and to be groomed.
High expectations may automatically results to hate,
To become a WIFE she must be graciously groomed,
It doesn't mean one has the edge.
Before thinking separation, have you groomed her?
Give time for understanding, your universe will merge.
The HAND will need to be patient with the PUZZLE
Else a scattered piece, a show of tumbled King,
Broken Queen will surface, alongside dilapidated Castle.
She's to be your WIFE but still your BRIDE inspite the ring,
Just GROOM the BRIDE, don't painfully hustle
Cos your Union isn't a semantic struggle tussle
If only you follow Divine steps to avoid the hassle.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 7th May, 2020.
"Saudade is a pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy." ~ Manuel de Melo
I sit in our room and think of you,
ponder your framed, steady gaze,
touch the circle on the wall
where you placed your head
during those days of propped pillows,
watching the Discovery Channel in bed.
You liked to learn about faraway places,
black holes, other universes.
I remember the hour you
slipped into one of them.
You left your skin and bones,
keys, wallet, phone,
all your clothes,
the halo above our bed:
All the un-necessities
for this new place where you live,
though you visit me in dreams.
Are you an image on a screen?
You never let me see the other side.
Do you have some secret that must be kept?
I keep everything the same,
don’t even stretch my leg across our bed
just in case you want to slip back again,
though I know you won’t return.
I’ll have to come to you instead.
“We have to pay the price,” is what you always said:
The toll it takes, every day, to re-accept
this new arrangement that’s been made,
where there’s pain, yes, but also wonderment, allure.
I still believe you, and there’s more to believe.
You swore you’d never leave.
Saudade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
February 7, 2019
Never a foe, life made you so.
Gazed at me from head to toe
as darkness sees light through the Owl.
Your nature is a rhetorical "how".
I sort for you during day time.
A visit, I hope isn't a cold crime?
How 've you became fugitive oh nocturnal bird?
Daylight curiosity got me lividly lured.
You reign supreme at night like darkness,
they proclaim you as their highness,
Though certainly not the finest,
your eyes are well fed to the fullest.
Your fate hides you in nature's wound,
a confinement where you grudgingly brood,
not free to rule all day as you should
just as the Crepuscular species.
I found you in your fortress of distress
longing to see you like a dearly mistress.
Can't love you as much as I wanna fly high;
Life's laid a poignant juxtaposition betwixt you & I:
My wings and feathers mimicks pretty,
your color like grey-tailed tattler looks filthy,
your daylight attendance is such a pity.
Though we belong to the same specie
our fondness ends up totally mashy.
Oh dear Owl, allies of moonlight,
ghost of day, vigilante of the night,
you shall always be dwellers of height.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Envoy/Rhymes
Copyright© March 23rd, 2021.
WISDOM WAS FOUND
The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to avoid the natural consequences
Invited by my wrong actions and life's fitful fall,
I grope for the path of the higher realm,
Then realise that even the word of God
Is searched and tried in the furnace of fire 7 times.
I surrender my eyes to her rebuke
And embark further into the land of the greats
Even the discouraging and slothful wind
Couldn't strangle my lamp
Amidst intimidating and daring storms
Where men's soul stagger not
But swaggers into celestial hall of fame,
Owing to grace, persistence and doggedness.
If only I find her, discretion will preserve me
From the perversity of the diabolic whose path is crooked,
I thought of the rags of time,
How I had stalled in movements in life's race
Where I was born to take the lead;
My heart cried for an ornament of grace.
Who shall then buy me one?
Still I hear no answer but one from me
Then I sell all that's within me just for her bosom.
Even my manliness and ego holds me not.
Who can withhold himself from speaking?
For real you have instructed many,
You have strengthened weak hands,
Your words have upheld him who was stumbling
And have strengthened the feeble frigid knees.
By the blast of God you were let loosed
And all your enemies are subdued and fade away.
God understands her way - ask Him 'how'?
And He knows her place - find it now!
For He looks to the ends of the earth,
And sees under the whole heavens,
To establish a weight for the wind,
And apportion the waters by measure
When a law was made for the rain
And a path for the thunderbolt,
Then He saw Wisdom and declared it;
Prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
To men He said, "the fear of the Lord is wisdom
And to depart from evil is understanding."
Written by: Vick Manuel (VickWizzy)
Copyright© 2013.
Reference: New King James version (NKJV), Thomas Nelson [1978], copyright 1982, Job 28v23,28; pg301.
BEAUTY IN REJECTION
In the silence of rejection's sting,
A tale of beauty begins to sing.
For in the depths of sorrow's ocean,
Lies a gem of strength and pure emotion.4
In rejection's tender embrace so cold,
Lies hidden beauty yet untold.
In every 'fail' a lesson learned,
In every 'lost' a new path earned.8
Each 'no' whispers a chance to grow,
To learn, to change, to truly know.
Resilience blooms in the face of denial,
Transforming darkness into a radiant smile.¹²
Embrace the beauty in each closed door,
For new paths await, unseen before.
Rejection's touch may leave its mark,
But it ignites a light in the dark.¹6
There's beauty in rejection,
And a lesson in every misconception.
Self-worth, self-realisation & appreciation;
You'll never understand their application
If you've never seen it manifestation.²¹
Let rejection be a canvas, blank & wide,
Where colors of courage & wisdom collide.
In every 'no,' a seed of strength is sown,
A testament to the beauty we've known.²5
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 19th March 2024.
SOUL MATES
From across the room
Her brightness evacuates my gloom,
As she looked at me
Slow mo' in retro is all I see.
Oh! The room stood still,
Ample time to Ravel in this thrill
As I closed my eyes
Levitating on a whole new height,
Reached out my hands for a show,
In return I got a solemn soul,
Our soul hold sway,
this gotta be the way;
That's when I knew we're soul mates
As I arrive at my earthen heaven's gate.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © May 13th, 2020.
BLACKNESS
No racism, we are all made of black
Like a bacon-eating balaclava-wearing bachelor Jack,
And even if you're white or Caucasian,
Can't run from black hair like typical Asian
Cos of creation we all had our fair share
And even if you're blonde or red at all,
Can't run away from black eyeball,
For sure, our full cup of character will always pour,
Even if you're hazel or blue eyes,
Can't run from black eyebrows or lashes
Even if you're completely shaved or albino,
For a spot or birthmark you can't say no,
Even if you're clean, fresh and pure
There'll always be that identification you can't cure
And can't run from a dark soul or dark side,
Whether saved or unsaved, you confide...
In the phenomenon called life
As if both of you were husband and wife
"You're still made of black" is the said slogan,
Whether circumcised, uncircumcised, Jew or pagan.
But if you evade all these notions
You're certainly of or in a dark world of vexations;
Darkness is always here to stay.
BUT LET YOUR LIGHT DO NOTHING BUT SLAY.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2019.
LOVE HARDENED
I would o'erstare the sternest eyes that looks,
Outbrave the heart most daring of crooks,
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear,
Mock lions when they roar for a prey that stare,
In as much as I proclaim all these all through,
I won't bite more than I can chew
And if there's ever an heavyweight greater than this pound,
I'll run as far as God has any ground,
Only in the arms of my eternal flame
Cos my love for her will ever remain the same.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2019.
THE MOST-WANTED HEIGHT & MOST-NEEDED HEART
Do women miss out on a good man
because of height & forget God's plan?
Most definitely yes, of course,
and shamelessly so without remorse.
I feel for such women & their plight
of not setting their priorities RIGHT.
On a norm, everyone set priorities,
but not all set them right, bar minorities.
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies 'ere his manly character without rescue.
That low man goes on adding one to one
and making many more mouth cheer on.
Do women miss out on a good man
because of height & forget God's plan?
They ignore the man who can meet despair
and face defeat with a cheer,
without venting, suffocating yet not losing.
Inadvertently, that's the man of God's choosing;
The man whose low gravity defiles the laws of gravity,
One who achieves with brevity & unambiguity,
The man who can fight to Heaven's height
on his knees and diffuse all your fright.
Gushing for the big man & feelings on the loose;
What a size says the size of his shoes
but crumbling down the rose at her height,
So with her dream man who lacks a heart,
his power & beauty forever take flight.
What you WANT rivals what you NEED.
Uneasy as it is, let your desires concede
to the needs that are required for life to proceed.
What most women WANT is a good height
but what they mostly NEED is a good heart.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 22nd July 2023.
MY MUSE ©
Oath with my indelible INK
INK flows like BLOOD
BLOOD runs through my VEINS
VEINS keeps me alive/ANIMATE
ANIMATE to write till all ink dries UP
UP until all the lexis are GONE
GONE till my heart ANSWERS
ANSWERS to that which am called-TO,
TO a divine clarion call,
CALLED to elevate the moon out of her SPHERE
SPHERE of the imaginary inhabits MY MUSE©
MY MUSE© will never desert me
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 2015.
???•?SAVE HIM FROM DELILAH'S DELIVERANCE?•???
Who is being delivered here?
Who is the one that needs the deliverance?
Is it the deliverer or the "deliveree"
who seductively came with her delivery?
Son-of-man tries to cast Satan out of her.
But the deliverer's hidden Satan tries hard,
not just to make its presence known
but also to get out of son-of-man's trousers.
Oh no! What a protruding Satanic Cucumber!!
What is going on here? I wonder!
He commands Satan to come out,
but his "third leg" insists on coming out.
Son-of-man, be careful what you ask for!
Truth is, man's got the anointing, no cap!
But certainly not the man between his tighs.
They are two different species or entities
What does dirty Delilah come for?
Deliverance! Deliverance!! Deliverance!!!
But the deliverance isn't 'deliverancing' ooo
In this deliverance, it seems the deliverer needs a deliverance.
The man in-between his legs has his own mind,
you can't control him if the mind can't be controlled,
he doesn't get angry if you don't welcome trouble.
But if you allow the temptation, sorry...
the world will hear the whole story:
"How has the mighty mighty fallen."
Who's gonna save him from Delilah's deliverance?
Seem pastor has posthumously been possessed
by the possessions of a possessed poisoned princess.
Though they say: a princess oozes glamour & grace,
Daisy Delilah deals dirty in her dangerous dress.
Now, who will deliver this deliverer from deadly Delilah?
???•?VICK MANUEL POETRY?•???{VMP}
Form: Free verse.
Art by: Chigbu Joshua
Copyright ©? September 2023.