The Mosquito Squad has been zapped, swatted,
And completely obliterated.
Because they learned the hard way
That they can dish it, but they sure can't take it.
They've planned numerous strategies
And tried every trick in the book;
But everything has backfired
And their goose was already cooked.
Every summer was the same mission:
Find a sexy body and eat it.
It didn't matter if it was a booty, an arm, or a leg:
Alas, the Mosquito Squad has been defeated.
"That's the last straw!" the Squad Leader yelled,
With steam coming out of his ears.
"You've failed me one too many times!
I don't want to see your crocodile tears!
You can't even follow a direct order
And always fall flat on the floor.
Now get out of my sight, you knuckleheads!
The Mosquito Squad is no more!"
The crowd began singing
As the mosquitoes disappear in the sky,
"NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA,
HEY HEY HEY! GOOD-BYE!"
Sitting hurts when your happy
Sickness aches when your stale
Stutters fall flat in the hail
Still, silence emerges the most scrappy
Never was one to take off
Noble and steadfast
Not once did I leave you cast off
And Now yet I’m the one who’s last
This feels like kismet
Though one with no fate
Your gave me to dark burden of hate
Then proclaimed that “this is what I get”
To you I’m a dark comedy
Funny but also sad
A beholder of tradgity and oddity
Only A guilty pleasure to be had
You see those voices on the screen
But I hear them at noon
Telling me I better start begging soon
Or else you’ll be gone with the leaves of green
And those leaves will burn
Then dissipate into a firey ash
The ash will grind as my lungs churn
And those lungs becoming the fire of my match
the sun's rays fall flat
for they miss the shape of you ~
emptiness distilled
Sitting quitely in the evening,
The hard days work done and dusted,
Stillness reminds me I am still grieving,
Airing my feelings leaves me flustered,
So many questions of how and why,
Two vibrant souls gone just like that,
Stunned and bereaved I break down and cry,
Searching for meaning I fall flat,
A world I no longer recognize,
Nor the self I once knew,
Pick yourself up and dry your eyes,
Begin again, I search for you.
I love you.
I breathe out and the world sighs too.
Gravity dissolves, my peace is anew.
Sunlight caresses my arms, as the sky takes a knee.
Rain drips slow, rolling so gently.
Thoughts fall flat, smooth like silk.
Butterfly flutters in my stomach until,
I smile and rove lifting off the ground--
All worries disperse, cannot be found.
Space unwinds, corners blur,
My aura is brilliant, enough to stir.
A joint burns low and tranquility flows deep.
Floating in green, in peace, keep.
Should I emulate the master? How dare I do that?
All attempts to imitate, I know, will just fall flat.
Each endeavor, amateurish, surely heads for doom,
perpetrating waste of hours. Effort's rose won't bloom!
All this pain speaks truth to me: Ev'ry bard can't Shakespeare be?
???STEEZE WITHOUT GOD NA ORDINARY BREEZE???
Steeze without God, na ordinary breeze,
Stay lazy o, no hustle, just chill as you please.
Street life dey hot, but heart dey freeze,
Your pride go fall flat, like leaves from the trees.
Boys wey dey flex, but no know the divine keys,
Chasing empty dreams like ghost wey coffin squeeze. K
Steeze without God fit loud, but the loudness na tease,
Life no bi chais, but Baba God fit put am for ease.
Money fit dey one corner, but peace no dey,
Glamour for show, but pain go betray.
Dey front dey receive all the shine, but behind dey decay,
Na God be the illuminant wey fit show you way.
Chase the steeze o, but remember the clarion call,
Without God, my friend, you go fall like felele ball.
True greatness comes when we rise from the stall,
So...get steeze, but you gats get God make life stew evermore.
Omo... steeze without God na ordinary breeze,
Because na Him dey give us peace and increase.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th May 2025.
Tingly skies full of surprise
oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart
as if it were, poetic art !
Arrow friend or arrow foe,
until it hits you won't know;
the blush of love where friendship lived,
or ground to pulp, put through a sieve.
ln the lab of chemisty
scientists create a key~
attract with this, repell with that,
believe in us you won't fall flat!
Is it not just happenstance,
just the right place in the dance,
or up the stair instead of down,
he did not smile so you must frown?
Love is still a lottery,
you the fragile pottery~
when cupid's arrow aims for you,
there isn't much that you can do!
Why is my face split in two?
A twin I call her
Confident and beautiful
Funny and entertaining
Her smiles light up every room.
A life of the party
Excellent in every word.
A frown I like to wear
I leave the smiles to her
It suits just one of us.
I think I'm not that pretty
The face we share says different
And even when people tell me
I think they speak of her.
I hate when people see me
They want me to be her
They expect charm and charisma
And then my jokes fall flat.
I'm in my head a lot
Thinking how to become her.
Never together we are
Always one at every time.
I cannot talk about her
And she herself can't too
Cause then people would notice
She's one and I'm the same.
A person I created
To make myself feel safe
But then she turned out
Better than I ever was.
But only in her shadows
I find the solace I seek.
And I hope that maybe someday
She's all that I'll become.
She gathers her arms for her nightly fight
to do battle with her hair, to “get it right”
she’s been cursed with unruly, super fine hair
that won’t cooperate and flies everywhere.
Oh, to have thick, voluminous hair
so sheik, so silky, so shiny and fair
spun layers of gold, or deep auburn flair
or lovely chestnut tones, “fabu-lair”!
But, alas, unwanted whispy is she
as she settles into her pin-curl “soirée”
she wrestles her head scarf to keep it tight
and prays it “stays put” while she sleeps at night.
In the morning, her second round fight resumes
unpinning her curls, knows they’ll fall flat real soon
next comes the teasing, the crimping, the spray
knowing the volume won’t last half a day.
Then sighing, with hand mirror, checks every spot
every turn, every angle, she does this a lot
I wait for my mother to finish her hair
If “it isn’t right” we’re not going anywhere!
The outside is where I belong
The inside so filmiar
A constant stride to belong
To fit the mold of what a man should be
Weak I am cancered by self denial
When will it end for me
Alone I be
What a disappointment
A shaded comparison of where I started
I seek something
But back away
When it gets hard I blame all but me
I am the cause of no resolution in my dimise
It's hard to see past all the flaws when they seem to out weigh the successes
Torn apart from it all
Just dwell in the peices of insecurities
What have I become
Lost in the shallow of a hollow man
In a world built in expectations I fall flat everytime
What is the reason for this prison
It's all in the past part of my present
When will this future become bright
When all around this body is a dark mass
Haunted visions ghosts of remembrance
This is how my life develops
Within the carnage of love and hate I collide
Still beaten and battered but whos throwing the punches
Me a lesser verison of myself
Where do I go
Where do a belong
In the wasteland of failure for all to flourish except me.
I have this superpower
It's more like a curse
I can hold conversations with people in my head
But I can't do that in real life
It's why I avoid people
If there's no one there
I don't have to struggle to talk to anyone
I don't have to constantly look at my word count
And worry if I'm reaching my word limit
I know I shouldn't do that
But I'm an over thinker
I worry that I'll sound stupid
Or people will look at me weird for the topics I'm passionate about
"Did my joke fall flat?"
"Should I say something?"
"Should I know this? Why don't I know this?"
So I stay silent
In a world filled with noise, I alone stay silent
That is my fatal flaw
My own mind.
You can step up to the plate,
and hit that game winning homerun.
Everybody in the stands is cheering,
the newspaper says that your number one.
Or swing and miss and fall flat on your face,
while the other guy rides off with your dreams.
Your girlfriend tucked under one arm,
his pockets bursting at the seams.
Leaving you filled with shame and regret,
trying to find the bullets for your gun.
But remember there’s another game tomorrow,
no matter who it was that lost or won.
So keep on dreaming, planning, and scheming,
all the dreams that might never come true.
It might be happiness, it might be sorrow,
no one knows which is waiting at the end for you.
There is one thing we all have in common,
no matter if your life is filled with rain or filled with sun.
Ain’t nobody going to remember you,
when it’s all said and done.
On the skids with no brakes,
thankfully, a memory;
that began with falling,
falling over and over again,
with bruises that healed;
such is childhood.
I tried to attack the slippery slope,
challenged by youtube videos
that I could wisely imbibe;
teenager at heart was I…
to fall flat, flatter than a pancake.
As this was a few years back,
still a Big-Mac Grandmother;
a smucker-grape hugger.
Bigger than life;
life was bigger than me.
Who was I to inspire?
I lit my bum on fire.
Who am I to think
that each one was like the other?
Those grand-girls flew past me, in blurs.
The youngest boy, now ten,
screamed until I relinquished,
took off those skates
then circled the rink
as I chased him down.
His elder brother, held on for dear life,
just wouldn’t let go
of the skate mate;
but I am old,
or so I am told.
I grew up when no helmet
was required, where
seat belts were optional;
free to choose, “I will survive.”
So, do I think today’s kids
are wimps? I’ve joined
the ranks of wimpiness;
it is the key to living longer.
By the way, the kid
won’t climb a tree.
He sees each and every bug.
Were they there when I was young?
Ingenious phrases of praise
fall flat on our ears
The conscience pricks them ~
balloons of our fears
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