How many times has my name been duplicated
perhaps more at least tripled or quadrupled
I check the on line library
Eleven at least Individual Douglas Gillies
I wonder are they all like me
married to young fillies
My wife then decides
she will look on line too
She discovers same name totals
adds up to twenty two
Add middle name Alexander
now my name's unique
Individuality at last
It's a trait I like to seek
I'm in a park and perched upon a bench
is a man he plays guitar
I wonder does he have the skill
to play an Indian sitar
His hair is long and white
his beard is in a plait
Around his neck there is a harp
I wonder how does this all equate
A tiny tambourine on a foot pedal is attached
in every way it seems that we are matched
Like me he even plays a Beatle song
acoustic there is no microphone
Am I looking in a mirror
or perhaps I am a clone
Footnote Harp an abbreviated name for a harmonica
sermons lasting years
deeds never duplicated
Sunday morning smiles
I see the throbbing bass and liquid windswept flute in colorful everyday accompaniments companions really helping guiding finding myself quite champed as I weave through parallel realms not commonly accessed by learned energy observing interacting always respectful as I understand these entities exist to expand my mind chasing swallowtail butterflies and the aliens among us dragonflies whose speed of acrobatic art can only be duplicated by beings from another dimension the reason my 30 mn hikes always become 2 hour soul journeys connecting with all I encounter some boring sad joyful recompense but none grumpy mean or uninhabitable
08/18/25
3:11am
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South
Each word could be felt when it left her mouth
With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence
She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience
She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues
She didn't have to put on airs 'cause she stood comfortably in her shoes
A woman, a beautiful black woman oozing with creativity and soul
In her kitchen, she took lemons and made pitcher after pitcher of sweet lemonade that she always served cold
Oh, Big Mama you brought that good medicine to the soul when you sang
You bellowed melodies that reached up and tugged on heartstrangs
Oh, Big Mama I see ya' cookin' with your horn, too
Blowin', just blowin' so beautifully as only a few can do
You were so good that some felt a need to copy you and steal your money
Shameful shadowy expressions of a "Hound Dog" depraved music industry
Never to be replicated or duplicated
One of one, you were, but still, you're often imitated
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
Selfless equipped with nobility and compassion
Original can not be cloned, copied, or duplicated
Unique wonderfully created one me
Luminescence gifted firefly
I'm not a perfect person
But people like to immortalize me
Thinking that my flaws are not common for some other people
So that the flaws I have are only for me to have
Yet, I'm proud that I'm unique in every way.
There's only one me in the multiverse.
I'm a drop of rain that can't be duplicated in another place and another time.
Written By: D. Collins 5/7/24
Goodness in people dominates from the inside out.
Dismissing downtrodden people is not what it's about.
To avoid panhandlers' people would take a different route.
To ensure their lack of bathing didn't land on their suit.
Goodness is generational and not in every child.
Some have that "Gift" while others run wild.
It is the biggest diamond, along with a hoard of gold.
That one God-Given thing that could never be sold.
It's either in you or it ain't to be exceptionally good.
A different kind of liquid running through your blood.
A human characteristic that cannot be duplicated.
It reciprocates love rather than unwarranted hatred.
Being the overthinker—how does that feel?
After reading this piece , perhaps you will see a different side of me.
Every little detail bothers me,
overanalyzing situations in a myriad of ways, and starting a new chapter in my life always brings forth the worst thoughts in me.
Surely, one should look on the bright side of things? Why does this brain not function like that of a typical human being?
A routine circumstance
becomes an intricate labyrinth
from which I am unable to escape
the twists and turns appear to be perfectly duplicated, only escalating my anxiety of losing everything once more.
Today, my thoughts are a pool of remorse
that is consuming every breath I take
and resurfacing unconsciousness
that is tearing apart every shred of hope
I managed to salvage during the day.
And now that I'm sitting here
in the quiet, darkness,
with my thoughts racing far beyond reality,
it makes sense why I'm constantly exhausted even though I don't get out of bed before dawn.
It's often shamed and mocked
But quietly behind the veil, it's jocked
It can't be duplicated
But oh, too often it's imitated
One may venture to say it's exclusive
Yes, a super Blue Moon at night
The outside can be intrusive
So guard it with all your might
Rare! So rare is the salient vigor you possess
Deep inside, it lived before you took the first suckle
from your mother's breast
From within it begins and like the Great Mississippi, it
never ends
Flowing, rushing, moving, and going is the inner G that
continues even as it bends
But make sure not to be dammed by external forces
There are vampires, leeches, and witches in search of
virile sources
From the divine, you were gifted
Remember this when you're down so you can get lifted
Your inner G, you behold
Protect it and let your truth be told
Your inner G you must project
Walk in self-confidence and self-respect
This inner G is yours
Use it divinely and complete your earthly chores
A single note
Just starting with a single note.
Drawn to the vibration
Then another, ally, companion.
These two becoming firm friends
As others come to join the fray.
Repeating and finding new meaning,
Never quite knowing their course
Yet their purpose so sure.
Allowing the sound to penetrate
Lighting the fire in the belly
As another note is plucked
From obscurity
In another’s train of thought.
Together yet apart.
Volume and intent mutate
Organically growing to finally,
Eventually and climatically
The air thick filled with fever.
Harmony between the entities
As a hive mind yet each as one.
From single note to final melody grown,
Raw, unrehearsed crescendo
Capturing a moment in time never duplicated.
My Spiritual life is complicated
Now euphoric next sedated
dilemas daily duplicated
All my friends alienated
Happy times sometimes elated
Spiritual life is complicated
My spiritual life is tempermental
one day strong the next I tremble
Demonic thoughts in turn assemble
The scars you see are not coincidental
Happy or sad so incidental
Spiritual health is tempermental
My spiritual health is sometimes unstable
Battles able with unable
Joy fleeting but always capable
Traumas come with different lables
Hide... then dance apon a table
Spiritual life is so unstable
My spiritual life is so over crowding
Praising now but sometimes doubting
Morbid days that turn to shouting
Love now Hate now afterward pouting
Silent Prayer confusion allowing
Spiritual life is over crowding
My spiritual life is so consuming
flattering self then accusing
Communicating when not confusing
All insanities time consuming
"Show me how" my life's pursuing
Spiritual heath without it losing
Hopefully this will collborate with Eileen Massaih "My Mental Health"
My mental health is complicated
Now euphoric, next sedated
Nightmares daily duplicated
All my friends are alienated
Happy times? They're confiscated
Mental health is complicated
My mental health is temperamental
One day strong, the next I tremble
Demon thoughts in turn assemble
Scars you see? Not accidental!
Happy/sad so incidental
Mental health is temperamental
My mental health is so unstable
Able battles with Unable
Joy is nothing but a fable
Traumas each a different label
Hide then dance up on the table
Mental health is so unstable
My mental health is oscillating
Praising now, then deprecating
Morbid days turn scintillating
Love now, hate now: aggravating
Soothing words are non-placating
Mental health is oscillating
My mental health is so confusing
Flattering and then accusing
Comforting when not abusing
All my sanity consuming
"End it now" my life pursuing
Mental health is so confusing
A Blessed New Morning
Smoking clouds, skylight change
Palm trees and leaves that range,
Time of day, crowned with jewelled hue
Against the ethereal, seeming blue.
Placid waters drink in radiant shadows,
Music coloured by dew kissed meadows.
Gold, green, darker shades glow
The Master Artist, we all ignore.
Stop and watch this beauty unfold
As His art He doth ne’er withhold.
Enjoy the sight of wondrous scene
Duplicated not on His canvass green.
Praise the Lord that lets us dream
Hope in Him no matter how extreme.
PICK UP LINES
Liverpool are called Reds,
Run mouths than turn heads;
Put the lofty hearts to their beds.
London will always be Blue,
Pick-up my lines if it pierces through,
I'd love to be duplicated into you.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 25th February, 2023.
"the unwritten note"
not so far in the distant past standing face to face
you asked me if I wanted you to write me a note
it escapes me why I froze without a reply in place
wishing upon stars that moment happen once more
for you for me for us as a treasure to forever keep
words with meaning to make any heart or soul soar
when thinking of the unwritten note to this very day
how true it is the heartbeat and expression are lost
I often wonder so what the unwritten note had to say
a whisper never to be duplicated in the same flair
gone is that thought and feeling inside your mind
may we celebrate the moment that sparked this affair
SkyWatcher
08-18-22
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