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Details | Haiku | Settled Plot Your keen panther gaze My hunger tense of lion settled plot of beasts...

Details | Free verse | Animals To the lion the crown of the jungle And to the monkey all cunning Intriguing the cat, the subtlety Watch the faithful friend dog A man... an unfaithful being...!

Details | Light Verse | Men Among Animals To the lion the crown of the jungle And to the monkey all cunning Intriguing the cat, the subtlety watch the faithful friend dog everyone knows well that A man... an unfaithful being...!

Details | Acrostic | ANIMALS aeiou poetic A* To the lion the (AMAZING) crown of the jungle E* And to the monkey all ( ENDLESS) cunning I* The cat is (Intriguing), the subtlety O* (Observe) the dog, faithful friend U* A man... an (UNFAITHFUL) being..!

Details | Light Verse | Be My Darling Woman Be my beloved as I solicit you! Be always! The ocean inside of me, that I will be your indomitable river, filling you... Be my loving female that I will be your lion, vigorous, but domesticated... Dance for me as if were Babylon... that I will offer you all pleasure of my body... Be totally mine, that I will be universally yours... !

Details | Free verse | Mirror Mirror I wish to be a bird to see the world to represent peace and freedom Instead, I am confined in a glass cage that shatters to the touch In this world I am a lion stuck in a fake reality beautiful to look at confined by my own reflection always to be on display but never to be seen to represent beauty and anger painted to be a villain forever stuck

Details | Light Verse | My Muse My Wind of Love My muse is the wind that blows my life... she fills my soul with tender charms... she makes me a lion with management presence of lioness... She supports me with her wisdom, and with enviable ability dispels my fears... Yet she watches me constantly, I just agree and submit, I listen to her advice... I follow her movements similar to flag in the wind... She makes me live and I confess: I don't live without her sortileges... !

Details | Free verse | Many Moons Echo of distant cries, quadruped steps deepening into dusk— wind folding the earth’s breath. Craftsman of the spider web, seas of lightning possessing the sky. Guardian of the other side, conceiver of comings and goings, I will meet you soon— after the waning of many moons, God-willing—I will meet you soon! Til then you will wait— til the fateful rain washes the earth, til the sky weeps every secret. You will wait as the mountain lion sleeplessly soaks up the storms to keep her last babe dry.

Details | Lyric | Live like a Jackal, Die like a dog Hear the flames crackle Fall on your sword Live like a Jackal Die like a dog The lion is weary Hyenas dart and bite Their laughing is eerie He'll lose his last fight. The vultures are circling Eyes that see far Their shadow is on you Wherever you are. Betrayal was easy You were attracted to strife You gambled with demons And wagered my life Now dust claims your legend You can't make it whole May hell give you welcome for you the bell tolls So hear the flames crackle No lion saves you now Live like a Jackal Die like a dog

Details | Free verse | Unlikely Conversation in the Mirror to love, is often to bleed, cut at the wrist through the fields of reids, mummification of a beloved memory, wrapped in caramel gauze of a felo de se. “should we see this heralding—?” asked the lonely chimera to the aardvark, her eyes welting with levees to break, single teardrop of a fallen empire drips to hands. “time cares not for your water child, just your heartstrings, but by which face, who will you let lead is the mystery,” its cane snapping, sending it bouncing down the hill, quick way to get around, if you are built for hellscape. “to which face i lead,” it silently speaks, “am i the lion, a snake, or just a sheep—?”

Details | Prose Poetry | Living Among Ferocious Animals Having to undertake my journey through life I face unusual situations...This time with animals... In the lagoon the alligator opens its huge mouth and orders me: -Swim. .. In the field, the sibylline serpent hisses: - Walk... . !In the cold white snow the scary wolf looks at me and howls: - Pass. .. On the prairie the fierce buffalo roars - Ride.. .. At the top of the rock, cunning menacing lion studies me and snores: - Come here,,, I almost calmly admonish: - I'm not stupid or anything else I tell them: "I don't obey your orders" .. This is how I continue my journey. Being able to tell this story alive,,,! ...!

Details | Free verse | Why Animals, Why Why doesn't the lion laugh, the cow doesn't cry... The snake doesn't peep, the hawk does not swim. Nothing, nothing ... The vulture does not snore, the bull doesn't gorge, the zebra doesn't sing... The dog doesn't neigh, the cat doesn't tap... How tedious is this animal no joy, no joke... Alligator is always alligator, elephant always elephant is... animals, me too I'm an animal... let me play with you, teach you...!

Details | Rhyme | The Lion Who Runs From a Lion THE LION WHO RUNS FROM A LION Born of a Lion But raised among sheep. Stronger than iron But shiver like leaves in upsweep. Boldness is one of your identities But at the sight of your clan, you flee in company of groupies And scatter before God and Man. Instead of taking your territories As it is written from the Genesis, You succumb to your enemies just at the sight of their emissaries, Not knowing the old saying of wise words: "He who runs because he has seen the Lions can never run faster than he who runs because the Lions has seen him" in the woods. Since the son of a Lion is a (lion) cub, Then the son of God is a god. That's the veracity you have to absorb. Accommodate this truth in your taste bud. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright© December2022.

Details | Burlesque | HUMAN CONFUSION HUMAN CONFUSION In the animal kingdom, a certain disorganization... the cat wants to be a dog, the dog wants to be a lion! the lion wants to be in a movie and be the absolute king of the nation...! The hen wants to be a bird, to have free wings to fly... the bird only wants to be an eagle to cross the oceans! the eagle, with so much confusion, doesn't want to be just a bird, now it dreams of being an airplane...! The cat, not being a dog, the rabbit lives in imitation. and the somewhat mischievous cat, takes advantage of the confusion and sells itself as a hare in the kingdom of deception... The man wants to be a woman, and the girl wants to be a tough guy, even God in his immense power, dreams one day of being music and becoming the most beautiful and sweet song...!

Details | Prose Poetry | Those Days Those days..... When men didn't attempt to cage the lion, Domesticate the cobra or try to play god Those days when men didn't dog breed, cat breed, Moon walk or day dream Nature wouldn't bark so violently With climate change, earth quakes and Tsunamis Those days when men knew the value of palmwine, kola nut, Utaba and it's efficacy...the insidious aroma Of smoked yam, dipped in palm oil, pepper and salt, rattled Our air pipe under the comfortable thatch Of raffia palm and Bamboo sticks; Chop sticks were alien to us Those days..... When a hunter would not dare return home Empty handed for fear of being labelled efulefu Those days when loin cloth wrapped around our sacred neck; Gray hair, bald head, and silver stricken beard Oozed wisdom, knowledge and understanding Those days.....

Details | Prose Poetry | Dealing With Animals With animals, we must cope well .. Do not provoke them ... Let’s be calm, smooth to the extreme ... To get bored With the donkey sucker, with savannah lion, rodeo bull .... To discuss: With snake created, bogged cow, hot dog... Better to chat with passive azemole, backyard worm, pussy friend ... Don't get in the mood: with wild foal. prairie buffalo, Polar Bear... Look for more to say: with teddy bear, Christmas turkey, Easter bunny... Don't want to face: jaguar with short stick, wetland alligator, pitbull loose in the street ... It is better to dialogue: with Lamb of God, indian cow, dove of peace ... Taking due account precautions, we will not have problems... So we respect animals with their ways, ways and habitat ... Then fine...!

Details | Ode | An ode to my radiant self I radiate my inner glow— like a well-polished precious jewel, pleasing to see, with graceful height. My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art, driven by keenness to shed excess fat, yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd. My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice— as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky. My smile, a gentle breeze— a radiance that brightens all days. Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion, depending on how you perceive my calm. But I am a true gentleman— like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy, yet with a heart of gold, veins of its worth hidden underground, bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed. The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire, yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted. After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind— bright as day, as sly as a fox, a tower of knowledge filled to the brim with real wisdom. Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold, bringing forth brilliant ideas... like a burning torch illuminating every dark corner of ignorance. Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.

Details | Prose | Tale of the Insatisfied Man A sad man sat down sad on the side of the road ... A little bird passes by and questions: - Why are you so sad man ...? - I'm sad because I wanted to have further vision ...! - Ah! I will talk to the eagle ... And the eagle came and gave him all her vision ... but man I was still sad ... Then little bird asked: - Are you still sad, what are you missing ...? Then an agonized man replied: - I'm sad because I wanted to be wise...! Ah! I will talk to the owl ...! The owl came and passed it all over her knowledge. -Everything fine now..? He asked the bird ...! - Almost everything ... now I just need have strength ...! - Stay calm ... well, I'll talk to the lion ... And the lion came and gave him all the strength he had ... so the man was silent and quickly left ... - Well, I realize now he complies Aren't you an owl ...? - Nothing ...! the man is very fickle and dissatisfied ... soon, soon he will be again sad wanting something else .... the man this is it. so... Man is never satisfied with what he has he always wants to change and always increasingly...! PS. Rewritten from a short story read somewhere by alkas poetry

Details | Free verse | Blinking Eyes Wander- Entry 2 Snickers across the room, holding as much weight as the finger food left sitting on each plate. Another disruption, not clear in instruction. Wilting while alive, living somehow dead. Abra-cadavers — a magician’s box left unattended. The editor’s sticky note writes: “We do not recommend it.” Words of advice: you might want to resend it. Resend as in once more, in case the message was lost? Or resending by undoing words spoken, fearing yet another loss. Those who choose to live the life of two, in the light and in the dark, needing a fix before, during, and after the storm hits. The ones He found seem lost once more. There is one thing peaks and valleys share in common: In solitude, I find relief. Led by a light into total dark, piercing two-faced energies toward no ill-intended heart. Though the frame remains crooked while hanging from the wall, the picture’s memory becomes a symbol of a wall still standing tall. Remember why you left, leaving what you left behind. Static volume at the max while walking that fine-drawn line. The sun now sets to dusk once more, carrying the shadows from the day. As night falls, they begin to stalk me, as a lion does its prey.

Details | Free verse | Of the Sprit That I Am They tried to deny me and you… who we are and who I am… as the beloved of I am who is… but you can’t deny creation… Out of the darkness of creation I have come… beautifully adorned: I am a cloud of joy and the burning bush of flaming faith… I am a river of Jordan… and a lion tamer in a David-like den… I am a tri-cooling shield in a blazing furnace and the wind in the sail of a Noah-like ark… I am the force of the exodus out of the valley of the shadow of death—up to Zion’s Mountain top… I am the wheel in the middle of a wheel and the fuel of a train of an underground railroad… I am the energy of marching feet over trouble waters and resuscitation of deferred dreams still overcoming… I am the strength of hued Simons still aiding Calvary resurrections of soaring peace and love… I am indeed the child of the Alpha and the Omega—the soul of the God of the oppressed—the nourishing blood baptizing their coming renewal… I am—you see—the Trinity’s third: the Holy Spirit riding the Holy Ghost chariot and nothing can neither stop nor turn me around…nothing… I am the juice of the fruit of the vine of your liberation— the liberating juice of the God of the oppressed… I am the solidifying matter in your hued lives— enlightening the blind world… I am the Holy Spirit abiding in you and yours: I Am That I Am… Word Without End…

Details | Ballad | SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone, Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic, not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal timelines cutting cross my magnetic magenta miracle to dissipate in dry desert winds, my gaze unmoved as quizzing quantum queens swirl around a Blue Planet ascending Sphinx Stone gathering goddess’ goodness whilst slippery Sophi-el sprinkle sparkle Nile evaporations down Sumerian phantom phœnix photons here I stare broken-nosed across vast expansions exiting or entering dual portal claws hot rooted into Violet Flames of Mother Earth belying my etheric origins Did Leo descend from helium heavens painstakingly perfect from His tumultuous gut with goblets of gold, goblins gyrating ? ask you may North African secrets slither no soiled sounds to simmer in sandy storms or scarlet sunsets spreading spells, silence my singular speech to skulls of pharaohs or peasant alike I am Sphinx Stone, my silhouette signposted in simple or significant sigils Saturn’s starlit sighs bypass not my knowing aloof yet vacant stare which agelessly gather stories of aeons imprinting dreams of God into manifest luminosity becoming your words on lion bones or this ephemeral page Sphinx Stone I see sabian riddled profiles making prolific progress patterns filled with steely grit, come now release agitated ages of bygone bitters to prick or paddle dimensions where appled anemones sing my stare into song to swallow swiftly sweetly slivers of sanctities I remain Sphinx Stone stable unsullied forevermore

Details | Spoken Word | Woman of South: In Peaceful Forgiveness Before you I stand free, on rolling hills crevices, oceans, deserts, floods, laughter failures, victories stencilled on skin wringing luminous blood from heaving soils where justice fountains glisten a Presence, your reflection in sacred dialogue Glorious in guilt and innocence ~ rebirthing, anchoring light into a Planet learning to receive peacock feathers on crown, lion claws at ankles, sunflower seeds dissolving in Love for Africa’s ebony longings blossoming Woman of South, walking portal raw in Peace I come, wisdom embraced all encompassing enigmatic questing Heart ! scattering mielies, proteas along footprints drawing down power from liquid Sun sharpening truth in resonant Oneness shelled Caped in empathic Forgiveness my liberty leaves floating with silver trout in Orange River rippling equalising dualities in moonlight breaths daisy petals softly blow purpose in lullaby winds Bones now strong, fibres stretched cabbage leaves open as abundance unfolds see pitfalls, pebbles sinking, voids unleash Violet Flames untying ancestral knots as wheels disciplined turn in pirouette feminine arteries intuition bled Steadfast I stand, no stumbling, nurturing graduated from crawl to gurgling toddler gawky teen to Gaia-Goddess serene within my African continent drum-beating where Roses and Thorns garland to ripple for more than Sum Total to unfurl in A W A R E F O R G I V I N G P E A C E

Details | Rhyme | Times of uncertainty What say you now, before the crowd, for these most heinous crimes. You're a wretched sort, to face this court, in most uncertain times. A capital charge, against your heart, for loving all who live. It's against the law, to serve your God, to sacrifice or give. Hear me judge, for I will never budge, not an inch or mile long. For when I die, you'll hear them cry, and remember me in song. I accept your charge, against my heart, all I did was offer food. For the hungry, broke, and weary, can still find a use for good. Do you understand, standing before your peers. You broke our rules, now seem a fool, I propose a sentence here. Twenty five, not short of one, with all the reason to fear. For a would be hood, does not as he should, which is simply to avert his gaze. Instead you helped, those meager welps, find some further days. It's the interest of all, to see them fall, and build upon their bones. For we cannot gain, while they remain, sleeping around our homes. Hear me again, oh dishonored bench, were it simply up to you. Not a single face would sit, the jury and its pews. I did no wrong, I yield none, and I'll fight you till the end. For I am one, knows right from wrong, who's knee will never bend. I plead guilty, most accursed court, take me as I am. But know that I'm a lion, to be slaughtered as a lamb. What say ye now, oh jurious crowd, the defendant has had his chance. What motion carry, to find you merry, did his words change your stance. Or is he guilty, traitorous and filthy, render me verdict now, and remember as you do what verdict pleases the crown. The jury bickers, amongst itself, and finally one does stand. She's old, and weak, and frail, and looks upon this man. By power of the people, we see you just, now release him as you should. For all will know a feeble day, and wish a Robin Hood....

Details | Free verse | The Dance of the Whirling Wheel of Lights In the twentieth year on the 11th day of the first month I saw a vision and the skies open up before me As I stood facing the south direction the Sun began to dance In colors of light The Sun moved to the right and then the Sun moved to the left The Sun moved higher in the sky and then the Sun moved lower in the sky As the dancing continue pastel lights of pink, green, orange and blues Formed the shapes of wings below the Sun like a heart held in someone’s hands The wings around the Sun gyrated like propellers hoisting up and then lowering the Sun The soft light colors invented the first circle around the entire orbit of the Sun in the order of clockwise In the opposite direction of the clock a second circle of the same soft gentle lights developed on the outer portion of the first circle around the Sun in effect what I saw was a wheel within a wheel As the wheel within a wheel spun and stop and spun again the beautiful lights and colors grew dimmer and brighter In Ezekiel's version of the spinning wheel he saw four cherubims with four faces: a lion, an ox, an eagle and a man But in my vision a cherubim had the face and strength of a lion who held the baby Jesus in swaddling clothes My cherubim then throw the baby against the temple of the Holy of Holies because Jesus second coming will not be as a man but as Judah the King of King and Leo The Lionhearted The cherubim looked at me with fire in his eyes and then pointed me to the East and to the rising Sun in the Springtime and spoke of the Twin Gemini Gates And he said remember your time in the garden and do not miss it again As the wheel in the wheel become one wheel and the colors grew harder to see and the wings under the Sun evaporated into the thin air and all returned to normal I said I must remember.. On the twentieth year of the 11th day of the first month I saw a vision and the skies open up before me

Details | Free verse | The Deck Slitherimg slides the crossing sun Reighning down into the abyss Showering Nectar Kisses Napalm psalms lisped An atom bomb in the emperors palm Mars at war with raw force A Sacrificed ram Victory admist strife Virtue along a fine knife Shocked we gaze back to dying doves We clasp In Fear The Empress palms the divine The hermit grasp the twine Wealth Shines in My Minds Eye Prudence is how we intertwine Gain opposed to strife Red visage of a bill towards success Failure Is a blind warrior Defeated by satanic swords Hierophants have the keys to unlock the doors Slippimg into the slums I climb Into seperation is where I fly Dining on the lovers toast Blind cupid showers the sky The magnus will fly into gemini Digesting My longing regurgitated inspiration Reflecting upon my test Two wolves rise to my centeredness Labor in my rrst The knight puts me to the test Pity prods the lion in my chest! Abundence with the best Harmonized zest Exhalted rest I long to know more of this An endless show of Earths Play Seeking inspiration where others dare not go Chariot priestess with a heathen at the wheel Seeking luxury in my zeal I know now I lacked modest modes My house has sunk into an abode A maine to cycle A flint in my heart Providence Princess of wands Deafied love Ruin How good are material things I conquer all before I fall Swiftness prepared the magis Lust brings me to a material state Adjustment Trial Lucifer plumentd into peace Bearded lust in duality Thrusting nether regions Stung by scorpion tail Sorrow Stripped of my rainment Animal lust Flamimg sword Eden is lost! Pleasure Dissapointment The tower I must rebuild Art will dominate Unto satiety My ills onto debauchery to overfill with deaths decay Cenataurs spilled seed onto fertility Bow prepared Let my art fly into myriad forms Law and order Facing the storm Capricorn is the real enemy Fortune in the horizen