Best Victor Poems
He's a gentleman who knows the meaning of grace
he has earned my respect and my great admiration
Bless his beating heart for all the good he has done
through each poem and life story, this poet glows
He delivers life on quilled words of rich tapestry
and he is also cultured in passion and wisdom
Today I honor him for all the love he imparts
this is a tribute to Victor, for he deserves the best
May God keep him strong healthy and sane of mind
and as he lives each day to his utmost capacity
I thank God, for good friends are often hard to find
thank you Victor for your love, friendship, & poems.
Pixie Dust aka Mystic Rose aka Vienna
April 20, 2019
Vicious lies you spread around the village about me
I am unable to defend myself
Can you live with what you have done
There are those who will listen to your gossip
I am innocent! I did not steal him away from you
My only crime was he preferred my love to yours
One day you may understand why he left you
Regretting those vile words you said about me
Victim or Victor – it’s not our happiness that matters
I did not mean for this to happen
Can't you understand why he choose me over you?
Those many weeks you were on holiday, you left no one to feed him
One day he crept into my home, sat by the fireside and won't leave
Rest assured I will look after your abandoned pet cat!
Victim or Victor
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
09~20~16
I’d been bitten by a mosquito she was such a hungry beast
She landed on my arm, and on my blood she had a feast
My arm got red and itchy as she’d taken a tasty bite
Two red bumps appeared, my poor arm it looked a sight!
Victor called the waitress over and whispered something in her ear
He’d asked her bring some lemon slices; I thought this very *****!
The lemon slices arrived – but they were not to go in gin
Victor gently took my arm and rubbed the lemon on my skin!
The itching disappeared and soon the redness was gone
Next time I go to Malta I’ll put some insect repellent on!
A true story from my recent visit to Malta. I am so grateful to Victor for his wonderful tip it really was 'lemon aid'
11~04~16
Are you happy with your work doctor?
Look at me when I talk to you.
I looked in the mirror you know.
Mirrors don't lie.
What you see is what you get.
Like a miserable computer.
Is this the best you can do?
Look at my scar. Red?
Livid red I should say.
The best aesthetic surgeon in the world!
He slowly rises his eyes to meet mine.
Calmly he reminds me what has taken place.
The surgery is always risky.
The damage done, he grasps
Desperately to say more words,
Any word to vanquish the villainous
hate hurled at him.
I can see how he wills me
To look into his eyes, begging
silently for grace.
I feel the purple bulge of blood
Beat frantic under my pale skin.
Denial fighting reality
My volcanic pain slips one tear.
He pleads me to see his afflictions,
Hides putrid human failings
That are not borne for this spleen
of contempt.
I fume, screaming inside my
words back.
Look at me! Look at my scar!
Mirrors don't lie.
Then he comes out with one
fantastic idea:
"I'll pay for everything.
All you need
Is a dainty cheek tattoo!"
For my first collaboration to be with Victor,
is an honour and experience
I will cherish forever.
To Victor,
I am especially grateful and appreciate your
generosity, time, kindness and sage tutorials.
You are a true gentleman, extraordinary Poet
and a beautiful friend.
Thank youxx
04-09-2017
He is a lamp light diffusing a glimmer
of life’s silhouettes, of intangible wisdom
through this poet’s desire to impart subtle
word-beams: that I travel within his universe
filled with awakenings…and I immerse in verses
brightly warmed by his gentle yet lofty flames,
pulsing within me, refreshed and victorious.
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Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich 11/19/2016
Sometimes
I woke up late and in an outrage.
Alone, did I always have to take a backstage?
Silently she would leave the cottage early
Leaving me on my own, though I loved her dearly.
Often,
after my early morning meal
not to steal my spouse slumber, an ideal
time, I would gather my shawl and walk down
a wooded path illuminated in a rainbow gown.
Sometimes
I remembered those serene days
Wandering in the city, searching new ways,
Knowing her favourite haunts to get a bargain,
Or get a tasty meal in some charming garden.
Often,
when we lived in the city, loneliness
devoured what little I had, it filled me with emptiness.
Now at peace in the forest green I knelt in front of a cross
in a limestone grotto praying, never at loss.
Sometimes
When I saw she'd gone to God knows where,
Jealousy ate my innards, but I had to clear the air.
For I had known her quite a while and always knew
She was a kindly woman, gifted and a lover true.
Often,
I closed my eyes and collected past loving reveries;
he'd hold my hand on serene days and we'd visit parks and galleries.
He had always treated me with kindness and respect.
“God, lead me to touch the brokenness of his heart and let him forget."
Sometimes
Things always came to a head and decided,
Love was too precious that we should be divided.
So I followed her as she winded her way among trees.
Found her before the crucifix praying on her knees.
Often,
I wished he was by my side in prayer.
I heard a snap, I turned to see him standing there.
I brushed away my tears, reaching for him to hold my hand.
I forgot all about my tears, the man I always loved was God's plan.
6/21/2018
A collaboration with Victor Buhagiar, a pleasure to have had him do this with me.
Duets: I Shall Collaborate With You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Thoughts
Oceanic overwhelming
Invigorating captivating imploring
Vibgyoric expression in vibrant and vivid words
Fascinating pleasing illuminating
Poet lyricist
Victor
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14/10/2016
It seems this world of sorrow
Shall never ever end
When one mans sorrow fades away
Another then just begins
It seems this world of sorrow
Filling hearts with so much pain
How can one lay comfort
When one has no special refrain
It seems this world of sorrow
Is meant for us too be
The rainbows that may soon follow
Bringing joy, that often I never see
It seems this world of sorrow
That bouquets and flowers can’t quite sooth
For even they shall wilt away
Another tear to bloom
It seems this world of sorrow
Shall never ever end
I wish I had with me heavenly robes
To soak up this sorrow, so it forever ends
Dedicated to Victor Buhagiar
A friend you are to all of us.
We pray for you through God we trust.
When we are sick and feeling ill.
Gods healing grace will be there still.
Please Know that on this very day.
We're thinking of you when we pray...
God Heal you and Bless you Victor
Thanking Kim Rodrigues blog
for sharing the news of Victor.
Please pray for Victors full
recovery. Thank you to all
who pray. God bless you all...
Michael Tor
SARAJEVO - to the victor...
Another cease fire's come and gone into
the same old past, their bit of history,
as morning gunshots greet the mourning who
have come to grips with how their lives must be;
though some had hope, there was no great surprise
that well intended plans have little chance
and ev'ry cease fire's been, a great disguise
for gaining time and changing circumstance;
who's wrong and who is right, no one can say,
all right's defined by men of victory
and all the rest is cast out of the way
into a dark the world can never see.
Uneasy peace and war are both the same
and it's too soon to try and lay the blame.
Victim or Victor
As we move forward in tetrametric time
And we seize the momentous moment
With words that floral in their rhyme
A tenacious tapestry of the modern poet
“To be... or... not to be”
A quarrel of the moral
We play with our destiny
And present our worldly choral
“I think...therefore...I am”
So I may ponder that I don’t exist
Are we lion or are we lamb
Poetic verses in the misty mist
Momentous movements of words in play
For they always speak of bright and gray.
Sept.08.2016
Victim Or Victor - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
The applause is unending, your victory is sweet!
You were the very best, you now feel complete.
Glory shines all around you, the world falls at your feet
Everyone is your friend, photos with strangers you meet.
Then there's the praise, adulation from the whole nation
Everyone wants a piece of you, every day's a celebration
You're a celebrity now, begins paparazzi's machinations
You can't go anywhere now, without gossip and speculation.
However, fame doesn't last, it get's sucked into the past
Someone else replaces your reflection in the looking glass
No more greetings from strangers, or applause that lasts
Fame slips from clenched fists, evanesces from your grasp.
From victory to victim, now comes the words of derision
Welcome to the dark world, as you get sucked into Oblivion!
John Derek Hamilton
December 07,2015
a man of wisdom
life
integrity
strong and with love
soft words
have reached me
a man
to be listened too
The archer murdered
The Maltese falcon born
Knights
take care of all
Poor Victor began to feel ill
When he heard the dentist’s loud drill
his knees began to shake
But he had bad toothache
So he sat in the chair quite still
The dentist said “please open wide
There’s a dental nurse by your side
Your fear we understand
And she will hold your hand
This won’t hurt a bit”, OUCH… he lied!
Posted with permission of Victor who challenged me to write a poem about his recent dental experience … the nurse holding his hand is pure poetic licence
08-10-17
To The Victor Goes The Spoils
In the confined playing area within the concrete walls of a squash court..
The next few days will definitely witness intense rivalries inside the courts..
It the 1st leg of the local CIMB Junior Squash Circuit, it's a ranking competition...
For junior squash players to benchmark individual progress against the competition..
For over 4 days of stiff competition, players and their coaches will stay hopeful..
The end results will be a good vouch for their hard work and commitment in full..
Junior players from all nooks and corners of the country are gathered in numbers..
They are energetic and fit, all primed and readied to do battle for the top honors...
There are numerous age groups events, to provide level playing grounds...
For these racket-hefting youngsters to jostle for supremacy over a few rounds..
These budding talents, they are very passionate and typically rather emotional...
All against a backdrop of hard running and furious flurries of exchanged shots...
Once in a while, there are heartfelt screams, of jubilation and at times, frustrations..
Ever so often, in ample display, the free hand doing the fist pump of elation..
Tears of frustration will be in evidence, as pent up emotions are given vent...
Each time a player loses in a close encounter, another jubilates in elated victory..
Now there are no financial incentives attached to the ultimate performer...
The one player who beats the other victors in successive rounds, he's winner..
To each victor, the spoils of the battle is a chance to bask in triumphant elation..
To enjoy that feeling of confidence, achievement and euphoria amid admiration..
In a couple of weeks' time, hey presto! it will be again another competition time..
It will be time again to gauge the competition, to the winner the spoils of victory..