Calculative Poems

The beautiful serpents

The beautiful serpents 

I saw this dazzling serpents.
It's looked so beautiful.
It had a soft skin.
But very dangerous.

Who would believe?
Who will understand?
A beautiful snake.
But highly destructive.

The serpents is very calm.
But very calculative.
It doesn't strike immediately .
But if it strikes its mostly get it's prey.

Oh what a beautiful creation of God.
Oh what a dazzling beauty.
Finest of all creation.
The pretty sexy serpents.

Black and White

I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas into splitting helplessness,
and mind plays tricks in aimless frequency, 
framing toneless tenors within paralyzed psyche,
pushing and pulling ivory strings of my ebony heart.

Now I’m dwelling in the chaotic caves of a calculative carnivore,
unable to grasp the lunar light that envelopes forsaken fields, 
while crooning caged memories, like a pensive nightingale,
pondering, would the moon ever untangle these starless thoughts? 
Or was it written on the wailing walls  of melancholic museums~
that I was meant to drown in dizzying darkness?

I’ll rest my pen in a glass casket of equations~
cloaking this crippled conscience from seeing beyond vague visions,
detached from kohl eyes, eager to steal my voice,
as I keep sinking in black and white polarity, 
pausing curative prose in screeching silence.

Five Sens-Less Faith

FIVE SENS(LESS) FAITH

Five senses lessen Faith,
In your calculative confusion you bath.

It doesn't consider your mind-state
But wait...Your faith will determine your fate.

Faith makes a fool of what makes sense, hence
Grace found my heart & soul where logic ends.

I deciphered Faith doesn't have to make sense,
Neither is it a myth, past or future tense

Nor coherent and readable to your lenses 
Cos faith's functionality reside outside the 5 senses.

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©30thJuly2022.

Oh

OH!

You punched holes in my system 
Now, I am incontinent 
I can't hold water for a second 
You blame it on indiscipline 

You licked my mind
Now , I am permeable 
I can't sieve immigrant thoughts
You blame it on gullibility 

You dragged my true self 
Now,  I am a masquerader 
I can't meet the world without the mask 
You blame it on cowardice 

You attack every step of mine
Now, I am calculative 
I can't choose expediently 
You blame it on Indecision

Oh Society !!!

Not Every Day Is For Me

Not every day is for me,
And I think it is quite true.
I found me devastated in a tiring day 
And I wished for the time to pass through.

When I was little, I had a cut in my leg, with a water bottle
I was feeling guilty for breaking the water bottle, and I was trying to hide
Not knowing that my every footstep had blood, going everywhere with me
My parents did not scold me, not a single word to take against
But I was too afraid for the broken bottle, not for me.
 
I was feeling the same, after a long time...
Maybe I am worried too much for an uncertain present.
Trying to be calculative, not knowing where I  truly belong.
Perhaps it is time to kiss goodbye, the love of my life.
For, sometimes, letting go has no other alternatives in life.
 
I kissed the face of my boy at night, 
I was holding him close to me  
And I felt, nowhere is there for me to hide now, 
I wished these bleeding moments were not for me.

Grocery Girl

Oh grocery girl,
How I like the way you stock those shelves.
If only anybody else could
Choose to have such elegance for themselves.

Oh grocery girl,
You sure know how to make the food look good.
If only anybody else could
Do their work as thoroughly as you do yours.

Oh grocery girl,
I always see you speaking so sweetly to yourself.
If only anybody else could
Be as composed and calculative as you.

Oh grocery girl,
You always swiftly do a good job.
If only anybody else could
Help your work go faster-- but you know better.

Love Is Like Mathematics

love is like mathematics....
you add yourself..
subtract the hate...
divide your time...
multiply your feelings...
you will have to factorise your communication before you underline your status in your calculative love zone and begin to do your statistics of drawing your frequency smooth curve as you are lining up your little human beings while you are going to the positive side of your love number line, so this love you can name with a number 1because 2 are involved. so if you want to be in love, just add yourself and do as math.

Tight ****

Tough in spending even in abundance of resources
Indifference shown to priority of any needed purchase
Giving is rendered a gruesome punishment to mankind
Hall of famer to the accuracy of the expression of feelings
Tight fisted, closed minded and currency conscious in all situations.

A swollen wallet ironically ignites the need for fewer expenses
River accumulating water to the point of flooding but never overflows
So in control of the inside irrespective of the nature of the outside
Even the cheapest budget suffers the axe of a calculative cut down

Hush

Hush! Don’t utter a letter!!
Lo-they are coming ….
At this very moment they are coming,
Those you say enemies – they!
They are dragging away my father
Perhaps to there, to that hell

Maa, is that hell a dense forest
Or an unknown land?
May be it hell or heaven?
I want not to visit it !
Maa, kindly hide me
Hide me in your secure lap
Hide me behind the loose hanging end of your saree,
I’m extremely afraid, maa !

Behold ! Wind is panting
Air is heaving long sighs afflicted by death
To conceal magnanimity of light
The sky is dropping the screen of clouds !
Enduring earth is sucking fresh blood
Helpless angels bewildered,
In the jail of calculative humanity
Nude civilization imprisoned, senseless,
Confounded in frightened pain,
Maa,
Let us abscond to a remote land
A land where death never wears
The costumes of violence, apparel of executioner !
Where is that Utopia ?
Where is that paradise, Maa ?
Where is that protectors motherland ?

Wisdom

Worthy of making decisions and drafting conclusions
Ideas manufactured from careful observation and scrutiny from a 
Sound mind soaked in constant learning and
Dipped in the dense sea of understanding
Only the unwise settle for just any result, because
Matured thinking and calculative views give an excellent product

The Football Manager

Translating ideas through energetic muscles
and calculative minds
is his doing
knowledgeable tricks and wise options
converted to the physical for the honour and glory
is his aim.

The one at the top of the chain
possesses his own repertoire.
A personality with tactical onus
is the one and only expectation.
Catastrophic it is;
when such a charisma is tempered with

An effective philosophy gives him fame
but ambiguity in strategy wins the point
a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette
a loss- he treats so diabolical.

Every attack is a litmus test
mental kunfu blended naturally
with physical dynamism in display
closing down angles, tight markings
speed injection, courage cultivation,
identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons,
massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters
all for a harvest of victory
coming from the equations of his thoughts
watered by distinctive motivational skills.
A team player who's always outside the line
The football Manager is he!

Guts and Glee

I see people of different race and culture
so calm and calculative i stare like the vulture.
I see mothers with babies strapped to their backs-
and men with goods in woven sacks.
I see the child with the hope of tomorrow,
so do i see the old with tears of sorrow,
all these that i see-
is nothing but guts and glee.

My Lady

My Lady

Quiet like a parrot;slower than a cheetah,
Her benevolent is something to cheer,
In which many indigents have a share,
The pitch in her voice soothes many hearts,
which has made many guys to bow with their hats,
She romances humility with good nature,
Just like tenacious Dorcas in the books.

Have you seen her in active motion?
Unbelievable!cool,calculative and alluring;
Her words serve as curative remedy for sorrow.

While others practice gossip for pleasure,
She accommodates criticism as a treasure,
Her sassy attire befits a queen with
a golden crown on a platinum throne.

Calculative Cupid

To greet the day, the sun does rise
overrun with golden flames.
To my surprise, that centered sphere
has a thing for slender dames.

His solar slopes descend on her
but a yard from where I sat.
He found for me a single point,
and acute young girl at that.

She sported quite a quadrant fair,
parabolic hips and chest;
and though she too thought I was fine,
I derived her somberness.

Perhaps our origin would bring
disappointment to her folks;
her bottled sobs did soon subtract,
and in tears, she softly spoke:

"Parental factors intervene;
our equation can't be solved."
I kissed her puckered sinusoids:
"but our bond will not dissolve.

Your father's but a variable,
and I know, with time, he'll change.
Don't fret--we're bound by constant love;
his approval's in my range.

It matters not where we may lie,
here amongst this earthly plane;
two points are always linear,
and a pair of hearts won't wane!"

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