Kingdom’s way
Sunrises to Sunsets
Living enterprises
Decisions in making realizes
Blessing for sure
Praising not to ignore
Living survival
Journeying through experiences
All preparations
Days into tomorrow’s
Night full dreams
Maneuvering through darkened portals
Heaven’s delightful tours
A place the Lord prepared as a promise
A room one day
Peaceful and calm
Joyful and praying flow
Fact and no lies
Story enhanced from glory
Lead me on Father
Walking on the grounds of assurance
Heaven’s influence
Understanding what my Grand Mother said along
By one day after
Now I know
Here I am to say
One day will be Heaven’s gateway.
Standing as a reminder
Being a Minority I am
Heritage establishes me
Created from the beginning for the world to see
Born with a purpose
Taught through education
Ancestor’s promise
Fulfill and Achieve
Their recognition my reason
Negativity is not a stop
Positivity is all ambitions go
Watch me through effort
Observe as I achieve
Just like my Forefathers did then
I am the now
Black History Month is a following
The center in believing
Odds maybe against me
I live beyond past tense
My movement spells opportunity
Advance Enterprises chance
Ready Or not here I am
Taking my place where I belong
Virtues and Values
Black History Month solid ground
My footsteps planted
Determination high
No stops calling all the shots
One can stand still, but courage to step out
Black History Within
The Shall, Can and Will.
Two of the most profitable enterprises of mankind:
War and disease (natural or otherwise).
These are what drive politics and policies.
That's why wars will forever be.
Why cures for disease are all but extinct.
Another enterprise has arrived: population control.
See numbers one and two above for further clarity.
Far above the reaches of my mind
A mystery enslaves my thoughts
Entitling a Spector Visual Spectrum (SVS)
Scoping all enterprises of my mind
Enslaving a rainbow arc
Captures in visual power
Catching the historical recesses
Memorable times of speculating
Reaches the final the cranium sought
Still trying to catch up what's taught
My mind settles on the present
recycling and referring to the past
Imagining what flew back
Subtly remembering it at last
Still centered on Rainbow Vision of my mind.
As the yellow-orange sun slowly rises
Memories of your class's fun flood my heart
Thoughts run to your teaching and enterprises
You brought those tiny guppies to our class
A creative shiny diorama's great art
Sunshiny person and dedicated lass
You lifted us up when you said
All the gifted books available we'd outsmart
Sad you to your death drifted from your sickbed
todays tv cable has...
entry-price programming...to...
enter-prize programs that
set-to-light corporate
satellite enterprises...to...
enterprise a pi-card prophets profits...
stan sand
Customers receiving, head aching
But toothily smiling, voice quaking;
Far into the night candles burning,
While he could feel his tummy churning…
Chains of enterprises he’s running,
Much energy burning, mind cunning…
At Eleven PM starts packing
But up keeps to ‘A’ Must’ no slacking;
Goods once spread now behind doors of wood:
A face sure tomorrow shall be good!
That’s Cohen for you: The Conqueror,
Never The Made To Make An Error;
Though side by side he’d stayed with terror,
Now glimpsing the normal, soon horror!
For reply bursting into laughter,
So that host saw not the new chapter
“For life I’ll remain in foreign land:
Back home profit will never be grand.”
At the edges of everyone’s being
Are those perfect little surprises,
Lying in wait to be discovered
By unsuspecting enterprises.
Perfectly delightful peccadilloes
Sometimes wearing odd disguises
Small things that make our day
Shared with us like token prizes.
Written November 4, 2022
The dazzling sun outside on the rise
The doctor through his teeth lies
Cause of death, a newly crowned virus
Making fools of the best of us
They know little; we know a little less
Whatever got us into this fine mess?
A dysfunctional health system gone awry
Our people, in the sun, to fry
The ruling class to the rescue quick
To broker deals for the sick
They came out richer and how
After milking dry, the donor cow
Schools closed, small enterprises too
The official crisis response we rue
The epidemic out of control rages
Midst our plunging wages
MARCHING INTO MAY'S MEMOIRS
May, here
Many dead
Memoirs to share
Much more being said
Maybe these man-hunt here and there
Will be finally put to bed
May's dues is due
Many mates mumbles in fate,
May we maneuver through
Memories of many months
Making mask most-sort after
Such that moving without mask
Is a risk more costly than face mask
Why must man mingle through life,
Are we living by the egde of a knife?
New day reality? Don't ask
Many homes have become enterprises,
Houses becomes church premises,
Marriage merriments melts away,
Making any gathering a taboo,
Many money mongers moaning this May,
In dismay, corona holding sway more than we do
Making mincemeat of mankind,
Murdering my moonlight melodies not,
Marinate my monthly muse.
May's lockdown,
Is it about to melt down?
Mask is now the new identity,
May's masking a must for mankind
As we, all let loosed not scared of anything,
Mumbly mulling over what we may find.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 3rd May, 2020.
Pushing some narcotics,
of yellow, red and green.
A rainbow of biotic’s,
to match the color scheme.
I have an abundance of diuretics
all different shapes and sizes.
An organized aesthetic
for commercial enterprises.
Sphanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 5
Verses 6 and 7
Duke Saint Charles knew King Richard’s mind was closed
and nothing he could say would change resolve.
To cold foul weather they would be exposed;
must he have life around the king revolve?
This heinous decision now might dissolve
joint resolution gaining James the throne.
As aide to Sire, indeed it might involve
the decisions of others made to loan
their weight allying needs to covert scheme well sown.
" This be unmitigated horror, Sire,
to sail the Middle Sea this time at Yule.
Contentious gales from northern heights do mire
good enterprises; be not, Sire, a mule!
Do I not suffer 'Mal de Mer' and pule?
Such sail gives me bad stomach ache and puke.
You know that I can't take much ridicule.
Should I at sea endure our Sire's rebuke?
Duke Morley's knight for thee or take Lord Marmaduke."
Every poet plagiarizes
The thoughts of those who came before
And despite best enterprises
At best we merely mention more
The thoughts of those who came before
They offered all there is to give
At best we merely mention more
We add another adjective
They offered all there is to give
Imitation is all that's left
We add another adjective
Our finest works are tacit theft
Imitation is all that's left
And despite best enterprises
Our finest works are tacit theft
Every poet plagiarizes
Trump's Trade War with China
Is breaking all our backs
With increasing prices
And increasing tax
Trump wants us to buy
Everything from Trump
So his wealth increases
And we are the chump
Trump enterprises
No longer pay tax
We must pay that shortfall
On our children's backs.
Members of Congress
Seem blind, deaf, and dumb
But love to be counted
'Neath Donald Trump's thumb.
Your grandchildren need
One sensible Act:
Impeach Donald Trump
& repeal Trump's impact.
we are here only for
the pure joy of Living,
a perfect simplicity of
blend requiem of life well lived
cognizant of ill pressed non beliefs
distant ***** dagger domestications
prisoner soulless sex socializations
livid love lies, greedy gonad gossip
self levied hate from sources abrupt
from in to ex turnal left on
suppressed brain avenues ahead.
Only back issues available, all
forward enterprises, ticketable,
jailable, own your thought police.
A Candid jubilee recipe awaits us;
A heart full unconditional love
cup of Self Awareness concentrate,
a pinch of truth, integrity, empathy,
mix carefully into one's soul, steep o'er night
wake up one with everything, everyone.
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