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Hope Comes Round Again

...it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken refuge 
would have strong encouragement to hold firmly 
to the hope set before us."
Hebrews 6:18

Some parents fortify, supporting kids
to stay on top when testing waters’ depth.
Great expectations, ends, ev’n enemies,
are God's Supply, the wind and weight of wings. 

A worthy teacher who embraces life
communicates those skills which stay the storms
for fledgling sailors, novice on their course.
God’s Sacred Scriptures give sound teaching scope.
 
A mentor stands as aide to steady growth
for doubting deckhands who can misconstrue.
Wise lessons bear resolve for hasty choice
when God's own Spirit is the mainstay - truth.

An anchor is one worthy of belief,
whose balance holds the navigator’s trust-
that hope which guardsmen put in pilot’s hand
God's Son, that Anchor, yea my Cornerstone.

The Hood

It's an area totally different from the rest
From the language to the people's style of dress
Kids young in age but wise with street smarts
Teens sagging and hanging out at liquor marts 
Shoes on power lines showing various drug spots
Girls playing double dutch in empty car lots
Loud music blarring from a car with chrome rims
Men lifting weights in a yard turned into a gym
The smell of marijuana just as loud as cigarettes 
Where colors worn communicates you with a set
Run down apartment buildings ran by slum lords
Where complaints are registered but go ignored
Businesses looking horrible due to graffiti  
Where you always find bootleggers selling dvds
Everyone you meet goes by a strange nickname
Where the less fortunate ask for spare change
Well known people grew up with this background
So the hood isn't as horrible as it may sound
Its helps people to be grateful and to improvise
To get their education and to become wise
Not continuing the cycle but finding a way out
This describes hood life and what it's all about

What Makes Me Smile Business

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Jazz Dance

Expressive dance that communicates emotion.
Energetic dance inspired by the jazz sound,
creating a lively, fun and high-energy motion.
Graceful, expressive movements that are profound,
like in lyrical jazz, need hours of practice and devotion. 
Evoking emotions to convey and astound.

The Continuing Event

Mother Earth vibrates, communicates, and is referred to as Eden, Gaia, Heaven, The Fifth Dimension, The Great and powerful Atlantis, and Lemuria.
Vibrating at higher frequencies and connecting to higher levels creates an uncanny, but exciting euphoria.
The Secret Universe unveils hidden esoteric spenders that the ordinary mortal never imagined.
Take the red pill, plunge into the rabbit hole, and immerse yourself in a matrix of life never fathomed.

Find within yourself the excellence of love wrapped in the compassion of a uniquely brilliant, flawless pearl.
When awakening to a higher dimension, compassion flows, and all potential is vast where wonders unfurl.
Do not render your energy to anger or fear, which indicates false evidence appearing real, leading to doubt and the path to the dark side.  
Fear festers on failure, which leads to anger, hate, and suffering, so avoid people with anger tendencies and do not confide.

Recognition

Sometimes I do recognize immediately the small still voice
that I feel more than hear in my mind
Sometimes it takes a few moments to realize 
who is trying to get my attention
I should not be surprised when God communicates
with me considering I spend time in prayer every day
But it still does surpise me at times,
and thrills me often, because he speaks to ME
and I feel very insignificant in the realm of life,
but to him, I am a beloved daughter and that
gives me great joy and comfort every day.

Work Of Art

art
attracts
artists

beauty
brings
bliss

inspiration
ignites
imagination

colors
communicates
complexities

exhibits
evoke
emotions 

canvas
conveys
creation

designs
demonstrate
diversity

fashion
fosters
fascination

gems
glimmer
gallery

paintings
project
passion

photographs
picture
precision

sculptures
signify
skills

visions
vie
value

Touched by God

God search needs us to shift to heart
The path is silence, a learnt art
Whispers of soul, our heart translates
Holy Spirit communicates 

Look not at form, feel vibration
Entwine with entire creation
Silence takes us to heaven’s gates
Holy Spirit communicates 

Repay now debts of love we owe
Board the boat, God Himself does row
Know love persuades, ego dictates
Holy Spirit communicates 

Language of God is love and light
His touch bestows spherical sight
Bliss borne rapture never abates
Holy Spirit communicates 

Love in love with love celebrates 
Holy Spirit communicates

A Fruitful Fruit

The smell of cantaloupe is enticing
Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture
It beckons me to it with an unworldly call
The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin
As I hold the fruit it embraces me,
How sweet! How kind it is!
I sympathize and crave it!
A plant that is living and purring
Communicates to us with undecipherable 
Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses
But, I’m hungry; so hungry!
Tearing apart it’s flesh
It’s now a part of me; broken down to a
Molecular level.

The Blag Of An Insecure Lad

Ignorance doesn’t ask questions, 
thinks it’s weak to be confused 
reliance on interpretations 
doesn’t second guess the clues
arrogance shows what it knows 
communicates itself with vigour 
as if surrounded by those slow 
to demonstrate their brain is bigger 
the ignorance that lives in bliss 
the arrogance to know what is 
the brazen need to be the best 
undiagnosed mental complex 
to never admit the error you made 
diverting attention onto another 
critical of how others behave 
claiming all they cause is bother 
call them a hinderance 
but one you will help 
and with great significance 
for nothing your self 
you go from the victim treated unfair 
to the selfless hero who puts himself there 
talk of your friends who cause you despair 
and then be the reason they get anywhere 
as if you’re friends with the lowest creatures 
such stupidity of the mentally weaker 
and suddenly you appear such a great fella 
way up high all above those in the cellar 
but isn’t it so sad 
to look good they look bad 
when you are the perk 
you better the sag 
unaware that this blag 
is of an insecure lad!

If It Wasnt For Poetry

Sharing 
what we have in common or delineating our differences through the medium of wrought words communicates a compelling narrative -
Captivation of beauty, 
passion of love,
kindness of heart, 
joy of happiness,
tragedy of tears, 
hope of healing, 
wit of wisdom -
the grand gamut of human emotions wouldn’t be shared if not for the language and vocabulary of Poetry.

Let Princess Shee Have her Bee

Princess Shee was protecting her bee
It’s a giant from Mexico, a killer, said Jee
A jester from way back, he ran to tattle to the king
The king did nothing. Princess Shee was his offspring.

If she wants to keep it, then keep it she will.
She has a mind of her own, and an animal skill.
She communicates well with bats, birds and this bee.
Leave her alone the king said. That is my princess Shee.

What Is It Part Iii

What Is It Part III
Then there is the flow of the shoals of galaxies,
Great clouds within the blackness.
Countless stars, countless worlds about them
How much sentience flashing
Through the great and shifting clouds
How much communicates
With itself
How much has become aware?
Is the Universe dreaming?
Is God dreaming?
Is It dreaming of the horrors, of the majesties
Unfolding on the countless worlds
Of the great cloud that is It's brain?
Does it care?
Is it sane?

And if the Divine, the Entity, be mad,
Overwhelmed by the cacaphony of It's parts,
What then of the motes carried along?
What ultimate fate awaits them?

What Is It Part Ii

What Is It, Part II

The mind, a cloud of neurons
Packed snug within the deep grooves of the skull
Tiny worlds reaching out to all their neighbors 
Across great gulfs of the brain
Communicates ceaselessly via little bolts of lightning
Adding to a sum far exceeding the whole;
The miracle of consciousness reborn every millisecond
Within the storm.

It knows what it is,
Has named itself,
Taken note there are other like storms roaming about.
Has contacted them and joined with them 
Building knowledge, history, civilizations
Searching for more, evermore like itself
To find meaning in the fearful Vastness
It knows it is suspended in.

All this it does 
Managing its frail,complicated Self.


It knows the body it inhabits dies,
Beyond which, it knows not.

But it speculates.

The Two Unlike-Pole Analogy

THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY 

Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates 
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate. 
Just as the tale of "magno magnets", 
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border 
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another. 
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other, 
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact. 
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made, 
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates. 
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles, 
attraction is established and so is unlike souls. 

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} 
Form: Rhymes 
Copyright©January,2023.

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