Let the light shine
And the dark will not recede
As much as become the light itself.
When the world is so divided
Tense and anxious and cloaked in fear
It’s essential to simply remember
There will always be a dawn.
Peace is not impossible
It is in fact simple
When we take a breath
And just exhale
Letting whatever we hold within, out
And letting a little more light in.
(9/22/25)
I Finally Figure Out How To
Express A Thought Simply...
And Refine The Words To
Their Core, For Effect...
***
Then I Come Back To It
Later, And It Surely Means
The Opposite Now...
!!!!!!
Perhaps I Had
Generalized Just Right?
*Magic Hat*
-Gray Squirrel
09-02-2025
The Earth spawns Man.
Man spawns Descendants.
Descendants rape the Earth.
The Earth stops providing.
Descendants start dying.
The Earth continues spinning,
And forgets we were ever here!
Grunge
the grunge
effect seems to
offer beauty in
an unkept way~
opening to the
concept of the
unending
expressions of
beauty which itself
cannot be expressed~~
If intent and actions
are cause and effect
and influence the future
what you give is what you get
and yet
what about children
caught in the crossfire
when very young
murdered in man's mire
they have not yet begun
to live
and love is all they have to give
so much for karma
symbolised by the lotus flower
but whereabouts is it
in their most needed hour
forsaken by fortune
they answered fate's call
tho' no reason not to do good
our own sad destiny awaits us all
each effect has a cause
be gentle and mindful
as we sow, so we reap
poised in the void let us
take a consciousness leap
each effect has a cause
settle all debts of love
ensuring heart is pure
forgive, forget, move on
in tranquil peace endure
each effect has a cause
though this life will roll on
if we be nonchalant
in state of surrender
twists of fate do not daunt
each effect has a cause
yet karma is burnt off
once cravings are released
our suffering then ends
since ego is deceased
Your calm betrayal
forms rivers of crimson tears
that stream down my cheeks.
Your rabid fury
cleaves trails of searing anguish
that blaze through my heart.
It started with me
creating a false idol
in your likeliness.
Perpetuated
by your homily preaching
of a twisted grace.
I shouldn’t have knelt
to worship at your alter
of fallible love.
THE RIPPLED EFFECT
A doctor's failure lies in the grave,
A life lost, a soul from the cradle to crave.
A teacher's failure roams the street,
Uneducated minds, a future incomplete.
A lawyer's failure behind bars, rots in jail,
Injustice solely served, a life set to fail.
An engineer's failure crumbles to the ground,
Collapsed dreams, a structure unbound.
A chef's failure tastes bitter and bland,
A meal rejected breeds a hungry hand.
An artist's failure hangs on the wall,
A creation flawed, a vision to enthrall.
A leader's failure leaves a nation cold,
A people lost, frustrated & a future to mold.
A parent's failure echoes through time,
A child's regret, a heart that's not aligned.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 26th April, 2025.
A little bit flashy
A little bit dainty,
Who cares about consistency
If effect turns stimulatory.
Intellectuals surrendering
To timely electrifying pleasure,
Intoxicated memory
Forgets everything they assure.
What about all those years-
The men behind you struggled to reform
What about all those you ignored,
As a part of random societal norm.
Now if we rise,
Now if we revenge,
Will you come crying back?
Promising a new change?
Be contented
What God has give
Never complain.
Happy enough
What do you have
Share to others.
Love your freedom
Don't abuse it
No one get hurt.
Affect others
With your goodness
Like leaven bread.
Where have all my years gone?
there I was a mere young twenty-.one
now in a moment it seems 50 years gone
here grey haired bones ache nothing won
I've no memory of these lost years
they are frozen stiff completely still
I had many desires set to accomplish
but content I shall be, whatever it will
My memory is still alive up till the freeze
there I was my stammer still holding me down
now so far it seems to have gone far away
maybe the ice squashed it without a sound
Frustrations abound about my future
I seem to like poetry for I never did before
where did I get it, not even at school
did the freeze open up some closed door
I now feel a divine presence
never known before, God is here
freeze me anytime for this is nice
hey, my deafness is gone as sounds I hear
Life takes many turns and twists
even ice pins you to its wall
I look back now on life as it was
50 years amiss, You can't win them all
(This is an imaginary story that I was frozen solid in cryogenic
labs at age 21, in 1975.
Now, fifty years later, I have been defrosted and the experiment was a success, except for a few tweaks.)
By George P. Lumayag
The cast tried to act his dramatic role in the teaching-learning arc;
He portrayed a character he knew very much
with a very adjusted tone of his artistic acts.
He loved it so he danced overnight,
and he mastered it in daylight.
He believed he was a prolific actor therefore he portrayed his best.
His character was exposed in the theater as a rising rainbow,
It seemed such a character was struck with a bow and arrow.
His heart was bleeding on a climax as set
So, that was the reddest light wave of a falling rainbow.
The director explicitly expressed the rules of artistry,
So, the actor implicitly cried that his role as the cast was disqualified
from that teaching and learning art contest!
thus having the cause,
I know all the effect, but
only lacks the means...
Drip, drip, drip,
Did I just slip?
Need to catch my grip,
And enjoy this trip,
As I watch my,
RIPPLE EFFECT,
Dropping into reality,
Like pebbles to the sea.
Such a small body,
In such a large entity.
Stretching endlessly,
Throughout Etrernity,
Here,
To start a new journey
Feeling so nervous,
Crashing to the surface.
Splashing with purpose,
Each drop a service,
No effort is worthless.
No proof of purchase
Needed,
To enter this circus.
Our breath is subject,
To the ripple effect.
The waves go unchecked.
The crests reflect,
Our best aspect.
Constant tests direct,
To perfect,
A whole new contest.
The sun feeds from Spirit,
So eat of it.
The Earth is nurtured by Spirit,
So feed off of it.
Make sure all you ingest,
Do it as Spirits guest.
Share what you get,
Spirit is Not For Profit.
The Image I project,
Is not an Object,
I AM aware of my effect.
Love is what you get,
As I reflect my best aspect.
I project Grace,
And joy in my space.
I Light up this Place.
Chasing away the darkness,
Entering the Race.
I AM Love, I have no face.
Embrace the Idea,
For a Moment I AM real.
The Lamb to seal the deal,
So we can finally heal,
As you begin to feel,
My Effect....
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