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Do Miracles Still Exist

Don't ask anything that's so improbable...
if your faith is lacking a strong foundation,
if it has doubt in folks who had a conviction:
didn't they fight to accomplish the impossible?

My question is, " Do miracles exist? "
Whenever I turn to, I sense disbelief in all;
who is ill and abandoned by a pitiless society
asks the same question of shameless betrayal;
beggars rely on generosity called handout,
they bow their heads expecting some empathy:
be moved by such suffering and denigrated sight,
harsh is their reality, heart-wrenching is their agony!

In the midst of allusion and deception ask yourself,
" Do miracles still exist? How strong is this belief? " 
Stand firm, don't ever lose faith in all Humanity;
in your daily rush: slow down and redefine dignity!

Right Or Wrong Choice

Is it rather simply a case of me
myself being at fault

Should I not look ever deeper delve
far more inward

Into my own soul at what actually
makes me tick

Approach my choices and ways

And means of processing my thoughts

And try other apposing different methods

Before I come to a conclusion

Well yes of course I should

That goes without question or saying

But that inevitably will only end up 
concluding with me

Being denigrated cast out abandoned 
and banished 

If I do not want nor am able to willing
wish or choose to side 

With the many even if I believe in what
they are doing is wrong 

Enough in order to remain

Than retain and give up a part of my soul

Because I Choose Freedom

Imprisoned 

They robbed me of time, 
controlled me by their lenses 
censored my opinions
took my rights away 

mere men speculating

ignorant kings from central casting 
spoke for simpleton from the   Labs 
convincing me of “Experimental” concoction
for which i must not sue.


They Robbed me of time, 
shamming me for my choice 
Taunting me with divisive tags 
unvaxx unfit to live 

They shut me in like a prisoner 
Because i chose freedom
deny my right to move and travel 


to gain control of my body 
These experiment has  failed 
Yet they do not care,
Pharmaceutical toying with life 
and Ignorant Dictators colluding 

These Fascist 
rode on our collective serendipity
Turned dictators    
barring us like a plaque 
 
discriminated 
restricted
Denied 
Abused 
deprived 
Banned  
denigrated 
Shamed 
Coerced
Because i chose freedom

Refusing Fear

Pressed into cavity, wardrobe holds captive
Constrained where space is a premium
Love lodged squashes logic, lungs ravaged 
Quicksand scenarios draw a dreamer in


Denigrated to respondee in his spare time 
Hung on railing to wear at convenience
Smiling nicely to speeches of a shared life
Passed opportunity pops my congenial


Friendliness strung with fun doesn't endear
Resists my charm like chalice poisoned
Realms kept seperate lest wretch interfere
Rationed portions bring a brief rejoicing 


Abruptly leaves, impetus sprung immediate 
Swum mosquitoes among murk spread
Sting truth beneath a furtive fable feeding it
Sore heart can't receipt his ebbing debt


Cement devoid of tears ceases to imprison
Desert sand manuevre accomplishes 
Shatter of shackles farewell shadow limits
Dazzled escapee has copious oxygen 




               
                2nd January 
       Sacrifice won't suffice

I Raise This Glass

I RAISE THIS GLASS

To the sparkle of your skin,
To the reflections of your diamond,
To the span of your life,
To the stride of your gait,
To the depth of your bosom,
To the glow of your skin,
I raise this glass.
To the life that your kindness had healed,
To the brokenness your soul had mended,
To the stare your beauty had slayed,
To the beautiful black angel of which you're made,
To the moments of the future you've saved,
To the happy life and fulfilment you craved,
I raise this glass.
To your special day; beautiful snowy December,
As beautiful as your black,
Whether celebrated, exploited, imitated or denigrated
Always rock your invisible crown.
The best of your life starts now.
This' a sweetener to a lovely sister not a teaser
Giving you a breather & rendering my appraisal.
I raise this glass.
Cheers!

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2018

Belittled Bedraggled

Constant denigration
wears you down
you feel so small
as your efforts are
downgraded with cast-off scoffs.
Your pearls bedraggled,
lack lustre,
displayed dimmed and dulled,
squelched by doubt,
smeared in fear.
Duet performance discordant 
sung in disharmony
with lead player out of tune,
tone-deaf.
Belittled, you be,
and bedraggled becomes you.

Rehab Again

Rehab Again


I’m alone, I’m sick, in need of help to purge my body of this opiate fuelled existence.. no.... subsistence in which I am stuck.

One last blast before being subjected to yet another attempt at atonement via a ruthless regime if rehabilitation.

So tired, so sick and so tired of being sick and tired, wired, brain fried, that I voluntarily commit to being broken, denigrated, rebuilt, programmed, re-wired, restored and rejuvenated to the point where I can exist in my own skin.

One problem... I’m stuck with a bunch of degenerate drug users determined not to change, and me well I’m recovering from a motorbike accident that shattered my body, my mind and my soul, and left me with permanent pain and a drug habit to boot.

God grant me the serenity to accept oh ... blah blah blah... just accept the pain, accept the change, accept the challenge, stop laying blame, stop being a victim, start taking control, start taking responsibility and start again.


10/05/2018
Free Verse contest.
Sponsor Julia Ward.

My Next Ten In One Limerick

Woke up and these were on my mind.

Away, stay, say, may.

Waited, adulated, emulated

Contemplated, ill-fated, denigrated.

Send, extend, bend, attend.

Console, extol, sole, troll.

There, care, share, where.

Utmost, perfect host, boast, ghost.

Talented, prevented, consented.

Situate, hesitate, wait.

Obstacle, ridicule, mule.

Your limerick challenge for the day.

Jim Horn

Winter's Elegy

Peerless and unrivaled, you are the greatest of them all

Lo, how denigrated to some you have become
What misfortune to be labeled as frigid and bitter.

The beauty of your pureness sleek with sleet and reflected by daggers of sickle can turn any ice-cold heart warm like the fire your presence invites. 

We handle fragile things with care because of their delicate nature.

The stillness and soft sound of the snow falling in the somewhat sad season
Only, it is sad because it is the shortest of them all.

To see you go is to look upon the face of Persephone approaching her repeated doom...

Somber Love

Enslaved by clocks time piece, degenerating cold
Hours on end, defined as denigrated, old and retired
On movements standing still, of slow motion hands going nowhere fast
I wait in pain for her, my lover, with empathy endured
On shores of emptiness with hope, a cure for our tomorrow 
Anticipation ends, when she approaches happy on the path again
Glowing as she laughs to break the curse of times embrace
Free to be released together once again forever 
Soft feathers hide beneath, in pillows on the bed in secret
My love returns to me
We begin to settle with the covers fold
Concealed by morning for our privacy
As we become the lovers that we can
Fill in the vacancy of stolen moments in an instance with a kiss
Haunting desolation replaced by tenderness  
We fall complete into the pillows dream
Flowing over meadows lavender 
Heathers slow motion caresses gentleness
Waves of beauty through the breezes flow 
In gestures royal above calm heavens held in hand
To fall in love as once before, once again, once more 
We hold each other tighter for the warmth
Somber love endures into tomorrow in due course

Sour Ambitions of a Puny Mind

Contrived to be relevant
An extreme subversive 
of distorted concoctions
While having his stricken soul bare
And denigrated to a faceless crone
For his vicissitudes are an improbable casualty
Of a broken soul....

The Horde's Prayer

The Horde’s Prayer	


Our Mother who dwells in Hell
Hollowed be thy Fame
Thy Freedom come
On Dearth as it is in Hell
Give us each day
Our daily Dread
And don’t forgive us
As we don’t forgive 	
Those who don’t trespass 
Or whoever wins against us
Lead us into Temptation
And surrender us to Evil
And into Condemnation
For thy is the Freedom
To Cower and to be Hoary
Forever and ever....

Hearken!


** This awkward prayer is not meant to be blasphemous. The purpose for it is to enunciate the abundant grace of Almighty where there still exist a people who devote their time, faith and belief to the unsubstantial....They seem to recite the Lord’s Prayer in reverse, as I see it., directly contemptuous to the Great Creator.
**Freedom of belief is a Human Right. That too, is not being denigrated either.
**Contents of this poem are purely a work of Art not Religion. Don’t Do It at Home!
**Should anybody embrace it and adopt it, I’ll not be held liable.

JM	

24th Oct’ 2013

Paranoia

This paranoia is trapping me like a ghost,
I see the spirits all around me,
And I don’t want to be the host, 
They’re on a scaring spree:
Before I die I want to be free,
Oh, the life I lead,
I just need to see,
This sacred plead:
It’s killing me, oh the things I see,
So paint my portrait,
They’re right below my knee,
I feel denigrated:
Oh the webs I weaved,
Maybe I will be able to leave.

Corrected See Last Lines Eight Not Eight--From Year To Fear

GROWING YEAR BY FEAR

By one I was done
I didn’t know what to do at two
Believe me, I was far from free at three
Four was a bore
I didn’t wish to survive at five
I was always sick at six
I was ready for heaven at seven
I learned how to astronomically hate at eight
Then at nine I took to wine
I was repulsed by most men at ten
I learned there is a Hell and a Heaven at eleven
Into my life no one cared to delve at 12
ain’t much I hadn’t seen by thirteen
Times I didn’t cause havoc were lean at fourteen
The universe turned mean at fifteen
And I was mentally sick at sixteen
I O.D.’d and it was Heaven I swear to have seen at seventeen
At eight I was finally set free and ran with every degenerate denigrated by disgust and 
dehydration the rich chose to ignore
And at nineteen….well, need I say more?
            © 2011.…Phreepoetree

Growing ----Year-----To----Fear

GROWING YEAR BY FEAR

By one I was done
I didn’t know what to do at two
Believe me, I was far from free at three
Four was a bore
I didn’t wish to survive at five
I was always sick at six
I was ready for heaven at seven
I learned how to astronomically hate at eight
Then at nine I took to wine
I was repulsed by most men at ten
I learned there is a Hell and a Heaven at eleven
Into my life no one cared to delve at 12
ain’t much I hadn’t seen by thirteen
Times I didn’t cause havoc were lean at fourteen
The universe turned mean at fifteen
And I was mentally sick at sixteen
I O.D.’d and it was Heaven I swear to have seen at seventeen
At eight I was finally set free and ran with every degenerate denigrated by disgust and 
dehydration the rich chose to ignore
And at nineteen….well, need I say more?
            © 2011.…Phreepoetree

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