A fictional facility created in mother’s memory
by Amadeus Arkham in an island off Gotham city coast,
Arkham Hospital is a unique asylum
for the criminally insane supervillains.
The asylum has a long and vicious history,
a part of which is dominated by Batman,
the comic book superhero at the top of physical ability,
having an agile expertise in various forms of martial arts.
He faces several mentally sick desperado inmates,
like enraged Bane and serial killer Victor, and finds
way out of hallucinating nightmares created by Scarecrow,
counteracts the nefarious designs of the formidable foes.
A fictitious leading institution for psychiatric research,
the asylum has special cells like the extreme isolation,
that accommodates a wide variety of insane evil patients,
whose wicked plots are dexterously wrecked by Batman.
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January 14, 2023
Contest : Arkham Asylum
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
SILVER-LINING
Cheated life occasionally yet it couldn't play even.
In life's sequel, I'm swivelled into a deep sweven.
Where's conventionality in a cosmos that's so odd?
Everyone that ever rocked my world
I've dexterously dovetailed into words;
Lyric, ballad, elegy or love sonnet occupies 2-thirds.
Every single trusted love I've ever lost
and that ignorance had collaborated with lust,
I've resuscitated in verse, stanzas & enjambment;
And ameliorated into memory or emotional strength.
Bathed in past disconsolation and the aftermath,
I've never & will never remain on the same wavelength.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rondeau Prime.
Copyright© December2022.
The pink honeycomb provided a mysterious grace,
Warrior with a sloth-purse unclosed wound.
Sargassum, barefoot hollow woman,
As if such an object could meet my canonic sound.
Soak my feet in cool moist sand,
And juncture to the purple sunset over the sea-bound.
Slowpoke chucklehead hump and heave its swarm,
Create a hole in the caliginous maroon of the unfound.
Until she's done and back to the ocean,
I set and bout her unreal breath with the ground.
This sea a ford motor stimulates altitudinous,
It evokes in me how all designs breathe and drown.
Ocean waves are noisy
like the rain dexterously pours down.
Written: October 10, 2022
Wife starves
earnestly, for her
partner to
return home;
"A hooker"
captivates him
dexterously.
Sep 22, 2020
Note: Paint a picture- 7 lines poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Joseph May
Sugary, yummy, tasteful
and dexterously
carved out to mollify
my infinite passionate
urge.
The work of celestial
hands once
in hundred decades
seen.
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill, they would be seen
Ruled by Roman eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in a rustic red
Where the blood of Christ, sacrificed shed
The limpid lamb died for our shameless sins
With whispering winds spun by Angels wings
The Christened cross was made thus Divine
For Christ awaited ascension to the Holy Shrine
And the weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled bereaving blessedly
Christ was carefully rested in a timeless tomb
As His Loving Light created a newly found womb.
Revamped from an older poem...
Feb.27.2019
Cross - Your Interpretation
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
The ball of energy that is inside God,
Created the world in six days,
On the seventh day, pumped full of Adrenalin,
He mused in the heavens and plays,
The harpsichord, all covered in gold,
The lilting sound displays,
The mastery that is within a God,
The lasting sound a bouquet,
Of notes, in perfect tune,
That dexterously obey,
Lulling the God within,
To relax and enjoy the day.
25/10/2018
Now I have a poetess student
Who amazes me with her endowment
A great dream she craves, for attainment
Now, a mature girl with great excitement
Knitter! In thy lines an adorable adornment
Whao! My sight is glued to that embellishment
Oh! I vividly see the imminent accomplishment
Poised with thy pen, enjoying each poetic moment
Relishing the prospect of making real thy intent
Each line of this budding poetess, an ornament
Crafted dexterously, each glowing content
I'm lost baby,in that rhythmic movement
Outstanding, thy skills in each segment
Underway, I see thy self- fulfilment
See each line like fluorescent
Each line of the poem is dedicated to my beloved student, Nwankwo Precious.
Precious creole from a Caribbean haven,
she that inhabits the vacuum of my heart.
Your kiss can quell a heart laden with fury,
to save regiments from a scene of carnage.
A man's long life span of five score and seven
is nothing more than a fruitless lengthy age
in comparison with few seconds with thee.
Nothing else can inflict as much injury
as a minute second your departure
from a heart you have so pierced with Cupid's dart.
Yes my love, you are dexterously fashioned
by divine hands, distinct from every creature.
Nothing at all in this whole world gladdens me
like my love you have so graciously returned.
Sitting in the spectacular shingle beach,
While the waves in the seemingly endless sea gives its speech,
And the winds smoothly whispering in my ears,
As it plays with my once kempt hairs.
The salty lips of the sea kisses the sand roughly,
Swirling and whirling as the tide changes freely,
The sun, in a fiery orb’s move is deft,
Slowly setting and there are a few swallows left.
The sky consists of an assortment of shades,
A blend of reds, oranges and yellows,
The humming waters dexterously reflecting this effect,
As the sun looks like it is receding into the water sect.
The contrast created between dark waters,
And the kaleidoscopic luminous skies,
Makes the semi spherical horizon look like two meeting worlds,
The known and the unknown creations.
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
March.26.2016
A Happy Easter
From (:^WW^:)
Yawn said Saudi Arabian prawn in a bin liner watching a cake. Chopping cutting cuticles cubicles clubbing clang clanging clam. Drama is not an item in a scene. It is merely to disguise battling molluscs and lettuces in flowery beds. Aroma of lemons should never play on a boat in a bath that is less than five metres wise. Traitor training tapping tuning turboprop. And fish wave peas around in the air. Quite quickly and dramatically but the Ukraine is a base for a nine mineralised lake of great ice. But ice cream is a bad idea for it can run away thus leaping down cliff paths dexterously. How rather incredible. Wow. Questions should be delivered in an atmosphere of greatness as flotation is great in bins don't change dams and beavers enjoy 'other' beavers company in turbulent carpet writhes or under prettily patterned summer dresses. Bomb then. Themselves. Turn thrice a pitch. Good. Poignancy of a branch. *** geraniums grabbing gators. Gatorades. Hahahaha now go kiss a fragrance. *** cordiality coughing chews chant chant chant. Xxxx confrontationally. Peanut dome equals z.
The Cloud Messenger
(On reading Meghadootam of Kalidasa)
Words fail to describe its exceeding beauty
Immortalized by the poet of matchless ability
Whose pen danced to the tunes of melody
That conferred on it the status of a celebrity.
Anyone with fondness for outstanding verse
Will at once fall in love with this masterpiece
Each stanza of this great grand composition
Offers immense joy that defies all explanation.
The pining of a lover separated from his love
So dexterously woven in a garland of verse
Depicts eloquently the best of emotive craze
Finds no equivalent in the sphere of literature.
Each word of the classic thoughtfully chosen
Stays untouched to be altered for no reason
The classic language in its finest expression
Makes the poet peerless among the pantheon.
Reading it is a constant source of enjoyment
Delving deep into it is a splendid excitement
Memorizing it is a praiseworthy achievement
And musing on its beauty is sheer merriment.
Hand in hand with the breaking pink light of dawn,
A light east breeze dances on tiptoes upon the water’s surface.
I stand on the wooden deck, looking out onto the quiet bay,
Scattered boats gently sway in their moorings.
Making me feel like I am flying amongst them - a bird on a wing,
Flocks of terns swoop and rise in graceful circles close beside me.
Dexterously stepping over the green covered rocks on the shore, three white egrets are here too;
They keenly pick out their breakfast in the lapping tide.
With a swoop and fall, a cormorant dives deftly into the water and disappears,
Moments later the bird emerges several metres away as if out of nowhere.
In a display of alternating flashes of grey and brilliant white,
Plovers so small and so swift turn and glide in controlled unison.
I glance northwards towards a distant gentle hum,
There great ships are silhouetted in the waking harbour.
I stand and breathe in true appreciation;
Oh, the magnificent beauty of this new day.
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