METALIC RAGE
Broken glasses splintered across the field,
Scatterings of a cracked windshield.
Homicidal rage rife with anger starts to build,
so sharp & shinning as the blade of an argent.
Rage is the anger of a tyranic Sergeant
with an unadulterated shinning fury,
every reason then becomes blurry
and reaction doesn't look unruly.
Heartbeat pounds as the sound of carnage.
Pure anger is the optimism of rage,
showing that something isn't meant to be
and that every counteracts ought to flee.
The will to live isn't to underestimate anger
which transforms the quieter to a fighter.
The seed of anger is either fight or flight.
Rage has no respect for solemnity or silent night.
By fret or feign, every soul is ignited to fight
With the same instinct for fight or flight.
Flight is ushered by fear of danger
But fight is a product of consumable anger.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©? August 2023
FORM: Rhymes
Art By: @andersonfrateschi.
Categories:
consumable, 1st grade, anger,
Form: Rhyme
Sudden slump of that which was erect
Which by standing up tries to correct -
Continually, we meet a fall,
As athletes compete; during football,
Nearly always suspending a game,
Referees whistle protecting its name.
Time for awarding a team free kick:
One way of letting a squad wounds luck…
In a clinic a malfunctioning heart:
Cause for the medics to around dart
By the fainting who had not eaten,
For nothing he had left in kitchen;
This type of fall the solvable
By fronting one with consumable…
Not the from-Grace-to Grass of Greats
The painful crash of once heavy weights:
Their well-fought fame burning to cinders
But tomorrow’s rise not this hinders…
Categories:
consumable, allusion, analogy, cry, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Do respect women my friend
Because you're a consumable to them.
They are not a means to an end
Nor a self aggrandisement item.
A woman gets born into the world.
She has to see to her own future.
She does things to get fulfilled,
Including the approval of a suitor!
Steel is good because it's hard
When a hard material is needed.
But that's not the only standard.
Flower petals too must be heeded!
Yes, you have a mind my friend,
Also you have your desires
And a responsibility to defend
These our sisters, daughters and mothers!
Categories:
consumable, appreciation, caregiving, community, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
What would be
if all that were
partially denied
now sided the oppressed?
what would be
if what we thought are nightmares
in our dreams
now turned to become feathers and wings
of the day?
what would be
if we let x to be an unknown
of our economy
and the answer is consumable
and productive?
what would be
if our government is by
virtue is a single machinery of
no replacement?
it makes a sense
to procure big
and small any time.
Categories:
consumable, love,
Form: Free verse
Who am I in poetry?
I’ve not been hiding it:
A human deposit of serio-comic wit,
Who feeds another with the fairly fake
And makes him the consumable thing take
In either decided good faith
Or snort-rid breath…
A maker of another less quick
To denounce a played trick
In lines permitting fantasy parking spaces
But of this kicking over the traces;
No risky conjecture that one would never guess
But that some wearer would eagerly try the dress
From unplanned artificiality
Planning sugary originality
A part pursuit of Sapir-Whorf Relativity
That has my pen entrusted untiring activity:
Their classic theory that words suggest thoughts
Which the serio-comic now massively courts;
What the Sun Magazine possibly knew
But wouldn’t want to near ‘the mysteriously new’.
So, that’s whom I’d been in poetry;
Please, only rubber bullets from the Poetically Military.
Categories:
consumable, career, creation, education, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Time…
our most precious consumable
Buying each footstep
—lace on the pall
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Categories:
consumable, time,
Form: Free verse
A wave crashes over me--
splatters its moonlit
eye,
spilling me
onto the shore:
Speaking of vintage:
its greatness,
not in the uncorked past,
but consumable
moment....
Often I come to the sea
at night
and reminisce
when time was simply ocean spray,
its grains of sand
all warmth
and comfort.....
Categories:
consumable, allegory, allusion, environment, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Think of something light
Mesmerising and bright
Nothing of substance
it's hollow
Example,
that oracle of Apollo
Bountiful, abundant thrill
Painless grinding
run of the mill
Pre-digested, indulgent,
surplus protraction
More to come, this
colourful distraction
Sit, rapt,
comfortably duped
The way some giant spoon
has scooped
Chocolate mint ice cream
from your brain
Like dreams, one always
ending the same
Consumables consumed
till sleepy time
Consumable mosaic's
of the false sublime
Categories:
consumable, deep, humor,
Form: I do not know?
Pachyderm Extinction Party
Two American parties of politics each have a mascot,
Either choice as sensible as picking a sasquatch.
One a pachyderm the other a ass,
The former officially adopted by the party of impasse.
It is too bad this proboscis beast has been picked
By accident of history this party to depict;
One whose furtherance of business as usual
Will destroy this world by treating everything as a consumable.
Whether the logo represents Asian or African species is unclear;
Likely Republicans don’t know or seem not to give a tear.
Jumbos are killed every 15 seconds, extinction soon to be it’s fate,
All for powder and trinkets made from hacked off tusks sold at a high rate.
G.O.P. would not lift a finger to protect this mammoth animal
For this would infringe on rights to make capitol.
Preventing it from being hunted to the last individual
Would slow their campaign to make this world unlivable.
Contest - Giant Animals
Sponsor – Nathan D.
8/30/2015
Categories:
consumable, america, animal, earth, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Reflection
As I look into her eyes
I see a life once cherished
A by-gone age of care-free innocence
What have I gained as a reward for my years of turmoil and tribulation?
Wisdom
A collection of memories and experiences
Passing anecdotes to the interested few
Wealth
Amassing wealth has never been my forte
As part of the consumable masses
I greedily assimilate western products
Now moth-balled amongst a pile of forgotten eccentricities
Fame
You will not find my name amongst those glossy pages
I am relegated to a statistician’s fact
A series of numbers amongst a long line of numbers
I am resigned to the fact, that even though I am no-one of note
My scribbling will be out there
The only thing that remains of an existence that once walked amongst his peers.
Categories:
consumable, life, , western,
Form: I do not know?