And when light shines no more,
And laughter, merry crowds,
Bustling taverns and streets
No longer welcomes my songs
Goodbye, bye and bye
Good bard.
After the arrows flew
And the swords had clashed;
When the sunrise dew
Dilutes the blood of the bashed
Goodbye, I grant you rest
Good soldier.
When screaming has stopped
When talking died,
When hearts are questioned
And love wherefore
Goodbye, lovelorn man
Goodbye lover.
Alas, madness overrun
And heart torn apart,
I dare not say
Lest you call me insane
Goodbye, o farewell to thee
My sanity, goodbye.
BABY STANDOFF
Fiyinfoluwa had her mission & goal crystal clear,
To wait for Grandma & keep her close right here.
Dressed in pink with hearts all over her chest,
She boldly declared, "I don’t need any rest!"
With "Dad mode" engaged, I couldn’t help but grin,
As the bedtime battle was about to begin.
She was the "new boss," ruling the day with flair,
Insisting that sleep was nowhere in her care.
She fought those heavy eyelids, a tiny warrior so brave,
Determined to stay up and conquer the wave.
But even a "sleep queen" has her limits, you see,
Especially when napping is her destiny.
The stakes were high, the "Grandma stakes" were real,
But that pillow was offering a much sweeter deal.
Determination clashed with nap time in a fierce showdown,
And dreamland ultimately took the crown.
Now she’s dreaming of Grandma, all snuggled up tight,
A "pure joy" to behold in the soft afternoon light.
Her mission is on pause, her snoring a sweet sound,
Until she wakes up and the adventure spins around!
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th January 2025.
"I am great. I'm an elephant in strength.
I'm a lion, tiger, bear, and beaver.
I can measure things by their breadth and length.
Am I not the globe's greatest achiever?"
Thus, the ruler said and proclaimed a war.
Things turned into a hustle and bustle.
Terror and tension lurked in each one's core.
Nature, with an anguish, seemed to rustle.
Artillery and anti-tank missiles
With naval and air-based weaponry clashed.
Amidst thunderous blasts, roars, and whistles
Unquenched egos, into shells, crashed.
Blood, from the wounds of the soldiers, bubbled.
Deaths and decays of the humans doubled.
With green lipstick on pouting lips
and pendulum sway in her walking—
adoration at finger tips—
thankfully we can’t hear her talking.
But now, everyone is without poise.
HD glares and surround-sound noise—
Producer of his own life story
content in all its gory glory.
The six-finger selfie in church
claimed by the Director to be right—
his hue clashed wildly with the pyrite.
Minions’ common sense left in lurch.
The grainy figure lost his detail
as the entourage has now hightail’d.
She wished neither to be loved
or adorned
yet wished for the tresures
that Lovers deserve
and those who are adorned
receive as gifts.
He wished for someone
who loved him in
needed him could only disappoint
but being valued as loved
he could be man enough for her
There personalities clashed
and were completely opposite of
one another and often out of sync
Echoes the nights
were the need of
being loved has him
lonley and unwanted
yet she finds reasons
to need things
they sparkle
to shine for others
to admire her
Echoes the Nights
when the things that
posses me
are thetrickets
that give him way to
me
might I suffer
to need her to
love me
He is neither neglected
or has Love faded
we exist to co-mingle
and habitat
Kisses and whispers
might arouse a need in me
that he may belive
to be his vision of Love
He is a writer, I am the reader
He is a fighter, I’m the survivor.
He is a follower, I’m the loner,
He is calmer, I am louder.
He holds his voice for me,
I shout at him freely.
The day he asked me out
Was the day he was freaking out.
How would it feel to be alive
With such a strange vibe?
Having a soulmate opposite to you,
Getting attached to someone who felt so new.
A person who clashed with your view,
Holding on to someone you never knew.
One had boundaries, one was wild,
One was mature, the other—a child.
But before God, there’s nothing to hide,
Some people just can’t walk by your side.
The story changes, it must one day,
When we both finally part our way.
The love was real, the vision was pure,
But the bond we had had no cure.
Like the South and North Pole’s tone,
We were meant to stay distant, and alone.
And this is the end—the destiny we own.
Behold the brave ten thousand men
When called to war they rushed right in
Leaving both hearth and home behind
Unaware of what they might find
In fertile fields their foes had nested
Strong as steel and battle tested
Eyes afire and nerves were steady
Standing stoic and at the ready
Ten thousand men eyes full of fear
Held their ground as the horde drew near
The thunder rolled and the lightning flashed
The blood would fly as the armies clashed
By end of day the war raged on
All through the night until the dawn
Ten thousand men had met their doom
In fertile fields where the lilies bloom
Across the aisle, a chasm loomed,
Reagan smiled, O’Neill boomed.
The Gipper’s charm, the Speaker’s grit—
Two titans clashed but never quit.
Ideals at war—left against right,
Taxes and spending, day and night.
Yet through the storm, respect held fast,
A bridge of trust, built to last.
Barbs and backslaps, sharp yet kind,
Irish fire, Hollywood's shine.
Deals in smoke, with laughter's ring,
A gentler time, when truth could sing.
For common good, they found a way
To heal the rifts and clear the fray.
Through fiery words and firm debate,
They shaped the nation’s course and fate.
So raise a glass, let lessons soar:
To Reagan’s wit, Tip’s Irish roar.
May leaders learn from their accord—
In compromise lies our reward.
1.
Raucous winds sweep pristine waves
against gods' sepulchral canvas as
stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts;
ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings
of rotten, venomous roots plugged into dead matter.
2.
Hollowed caverns invaded by calloused fingers
coaxed bitter nectar and pellucid beads:
thus, gashed, aqueous sacs polluted by darkening crimson
rolled down the silken passage.
With each bite, a story is devoured as
monotonous beats of the gnawed linger in the air,
a saccharine image of carnage and raven barbs.
3.
Rough trunks and polished branches - that reached for the fleating dark
blended into mirrored snowy and sickening magenta -
tell stories of woven arrows of bleakness and despair,
a myriad of similar, blurring threads plunging:
upon the lost and benevolent,
upon the putrid and vice,
nonchalantly.
4.
Yearning, bony grip interrupted hasty steps;
despite their current state,
these wane pits easily found mine
(like never before)
their intimate, lost vigor fueling my disdain as
superficial longing clashed with a guarded soul
finally certain of similarities and your self-induced downfall.
She returned to the palace to exact revenge
This time she was dressed in crimson and gold
Her pet dragon Mynx accompanied her
They were ready to fight their way to the emperor
He was a diabolical, mean, nasty, horrible misogynist
A bully who thought he could treat women like boars.
She had been humiliated and bullied by this dictator
The palace saw her returning and smiled a welcome.
She felt vindicated and confident this time.
Mynx wanted to precede her, but she could not allow it.
She wanted him to see her face when she ran him through.
Her sword was hidden in the swell of her gown.
It clashed against her leg, reassuring her.
His death would be swift.
Releasing other women who had not escaped
Her fervent ultimate goal upon his demise.
Never gone away from the light,
Never seen the daunting sites,
Never clashed with horrible tides,
Never ceased down the rhythmic rides,
People would think,
What is all ?
It is nothing,
Just semi-rhythmic
tunes of life's hall.
Life is mystery of the circumstances,
People dive through its resultants,
No one knows about this traumatized stream,
So they try to make it a melodious dream.
One who gets distracted by its tough-acts' scheme,
doesn't seem able to dwell into its -bravo! rhymes.
But one, who presents
similar responses
regarding even or uneven situations,
is proficiently capable
of enjoying all its worthwhile schemes.
So my friends let's dive into its stream,
Sendig to others a melodious theme.
Everything will make pace with the wheel of fortune,
So try to make the life as a melodious tune.
Never gone away from the light
Never seen the daunting sites
Never clashed with horrible tides
Never ceased down the rhythmic rides
People would think
What is all ?
It is nothing
Just semi-rhythmic
tunes of life's hall.
Life is mystery of the circumstances
People dive through its resultants
No one knows about this traumatized stream
So they try to make it a melodious dream.
One who gets distracted by its tough-acts' scheme
doesn't seem able to dwell into its -bravo! rhymes.
But one, who presents
similar responses
regarding even or uneven situations,
is proficiently capable
of enjoying all its worthwhile schemes.
Sheep Sam could not seek sleep that night
as storm sounds crashed and clashed;
the thunder blasted booms while bright
bold beams of lightning lashed.
So sadly, Sam said, “We can't sleep-
the big booms bash so loud!”
But then, they heard a chirpy cheep-
a true tweet in their crowd!
“Oh yes”, said Sparrow Sue, “You know
this scary storm won't last;
it helps the green grass greatly grow
as rich rain feeds it fast.
So, ease your ears and eyes- think how
our fading field of green
will grow the coolest clover now
our home has ever seen!”
And so, the sleepless sheep slept well
until the storm-free sun
sent scents of their best breakfast smell-
green grass and fine food fun!
As dark clouds dashed and clashed in the sky
Thunder began to boom and rumble
Sensing an impending rain, frogs started croaking
Cows stopped cuddling and began to moo
Soon pitter- pat came down the raindrops.
landed on roof tops with a heavy thud
they broke and cracked into tiny droplets
gurgled and gushed through canals and drains.
And joined the brooks that babbled,
merging with waterfalls that whooshed.
Along with the rain, came the roaring wind
as it passed, the bells clanged
windchimes whispered, wires on poles whistled
doors slammed shut and windows creaked
grasses swished and leaves rustled.
Birds fell silent and stopped tweeting
When the pouring rain came to a sudden halt,
The rattle was over with everything falling silent.
In extra-ordinary skies
Like celestial bodies we clashed,
Matter merged, energy unleashed.
In each one's heart a home we've found.
Forever bound, our hearts resound.
A clash of two beautiful galaxies,
Glittering diamonds swirling infinite light.
With a gravitational pull,
Through distance and time.
Cataclysmic waves in harmony.
Where turbulent depths met tranquil release.
I've heard her say "you are my Gold"
I only hope she knows that
She is a Goldmine herself.
I Can't trade her for anything in the world,
For, nothing equates the value I see in her.
I've heard fate's gentle whisper
"you are meant to be"
In echoes of eternity.
A symphony of our oneness envisioned.
As the time stands still,
Until our hands touch,
And our eyes meet.
A kick of an electric spark,
Of our love so Strong expands.
A soul holding cosmic fire,
I am fortified,
With the beauty beyond.
This is a love story, yet to be told,
A Kaleidoscope of moments to hold.
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