EXTRACTS
speculations
of
identity
so
unintentional
bring
intensity
dovetailed
with
uncertainty
mixed
in
doubt
brings
watchfulness
in
breathless
sensations
linger
in
twilight
where
the
impulse
of
fact&reason
so
palpables
in design
& magnificent
axiomatic
imagery
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.
sunshine and southwind
finally off couch duty
i’ve dovetailed enough
8/20/2020
strawberries dovetailed in chocolate melt - - -
crystalline diamond sparkles
of heart’s cupidity.
2/12/2019
Two strangers!
miles away
Unaware of each other
unlike choices, that wouldn't change for anyone
separate ambitions yet to be dovetailed.
It was long before
God, Dice or Universe even existed.
Two faces
inches apart
seemingly aware of each other's belongingness.
They exchanged a lot of
contract papers
It was around then
God decided playing Dice with the Universe.
Two troubled souls
Dreams turning to nightmares.
Both could only smell a fishy business
with no apparent benefits,
Something else was enticing.
The moment Love turned to luxury,
God decided not to play Dice with the Universe.
The one and only Master painter
gathers His colossal tools
and works all day
blending
mixing
enough color, moisture, light
Blowing clouds in, just so
Tirelessly, effortlessly
dovetailing all movements
for a sunset of exquisite beauty.
Old eyes have seen His hands
brush strokes line his face
and he tells of dovetailed
moments and years
waiting to bask in the glory of his own
sunset dear.
Moto Guzzi outside the Tate
Oh glistening awesome motor stallion
your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen
you are indeed a work of art
each time I mount your leather saddle
your growling maelstrom comes to meet
your parody of love and travel
lest not to trust the judge’s gavel
thus speed the seed the heavens open
red as lust and sunshine clear
shine the night the organ’s treble
ring the changes speedy devil
stills God’s palate, rest the roar
An sgeir mhòr – the great rock stands
In mid-Atlantic far from shore.
It’s claimed the lives of many hands
From sailing vessels by the score.
And how the winds and waves did roar
Around the rock of Skerryvore.
There came a man called Stevenson?,
From watery grave brave souls to save,
To build a lighthouse, he’s the one,
Long battling with wind and wave.
And how the winds and waves did roar
Around the rock of Skerryvore.
With granite from the Ross of Mull
He manufactured giant blocks,
Transported them when storms would lull
To land them on the murderous rocks.
And still the winds and waves do roar
Around the rock of Skerryvore.
His team worked hard in every weather
Assembling blocks, dressed to perfection;
With dovetailed joint they locked together –
Precisely engineered, each section.
And still the winds and waves do roar
Around the rock of Skerryvore.
For thirty months o’er six long years
They laboured seventeen hours a day,
With common aim and conquered fears
And mainland safety far away.
All day the winds and waves would roar
Around the rock of Skerryvore.
Yesterday's loud welcome
Dance of the night.
Linda-Marie's dot pens
Celebrate the happy woman
and the love lair
Spicing the world.
But not just happy woman
The ribful happy man too
Whose rib gladened
And brought her forth
To rule and relish
Since Edem times.
Happy woman, happy woman
Happy as vessel of honour
By whom we all came here
Happier for spicing the man
And blosoming the world
All by his precious glue.
The one sitted high above
Gave to us the grove
Long. Short
White. Black
Red. Yellow. Purple
Purpose dovetailed by Him.
Short arm. Longer arm
Crouching in firmness
Bending over, long siding
Caging things, climbing or falling
In proper cool or hot always
Whether in extreme urgency or not.
With only shadows on the walls
Tellling their presence at times
And muted belches or gaspings
Melting at diverse points
To start all over if there is iron
Here in Africa, we know it well.
No template of half measures
Works here in the savannahs
Come away then to Africa
Where nature binds and bids
Come and have your fill
The happy woman is an African
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