Finale
I hope that when my time is up,
I’ll drink my death from a loving cup
I pray that God will understand
I’ll take that road by my own hand
I know that all will not agree,
but my life is mine and I am me.
My children know it is my way
and they’ll be there upon the day
when I depart, this world of strife
To be with God at the end of life.
Zenith swirls of black rose petals,
burst into a flock of circling crows,
descending ash and rain on my frozen form.
Viscera and scarlet pools flash,
feet running of a child,
car screeching tires with broken glass.
Piano motif grave into a tilt,
fingers dancing like butterflies,
levees welting over the brim crimson,
down the side of the dam,
Moon alabaster dust suspended,
upside down pyramid spins ever so swiftly,
I wish to go inside this burgundy sepulcher.
Ferryman take the bribe from the crypt keeper,
under the veil of the cloak in black,
piano crescendos with a cello in orchestra.
Now I float amongst the wraiths,
nevermore.
Golden silence here in crepuscule,
wonder if that sun ray in the distance,
is meant for me,
a telephone ring.
Teardrop a shudder in a large mirror reflecting,
zeal cherry blossoms in its grasp.
Lilith is the queen of darkness,
caution tape blueberries and cherries,
a moth that never emerged from larva.
Skulls pile up at the cemetery,
husk buried separate on the moon,
an ethereal tether to the void.
To live a long life is to die alone.
AFCON GRAND FINALE
In the grand Afcon ring so vast and grand,
The Super Eagle of NIGERIA takes a stand,
In feathers of green and with grace so bold,
Ready to conquer and fierce to behold.4
But lo, the Elephant of COTE D'IVOIRE
Stands with strength, a spirit that'll inspire,
In mighty strides and with an unyielding force,
It trumpets its power, ready for the course.8
In this grand finale, the stage is set,
Two noble beasts with glory to be met,
Eagle and Elephant, in battle, they'll soar,
In a timeless dance like never before.¹²
The crowd roars passionly, tension intense,
As these titans clash in a mighty defence,
For in this Afcon spectacle, we'll see,
The beauty of sports is pure and free.¹6
So let's celebrate this clash of might,
In the vibrant colours of the African night.
Whether it's victory or defeat, passion for all,
They'll inspire us all as the Eagle & Elephant brawl.²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 10th February 2024.
Elasticity of time allowed him this
One last visit to the Eastern Gate:
One too many wormholes navigated
Made it one hundred years too late.
The City had been sealed
And peace reigned over all
As the holograph of its history
Played against the City wall.
A half glanced form
A shadowed face
As the image moved
To another place
The people dispersed
To Cities then newly grown
But the details of dispersion
Not recorded or known.
In his eyes he felt
The stinging of tears,
The paradox of warp travel,
The slowing of elapsed years,
Made him so much younger
Than his date of birth
A kind of compensation
For living divorced from Earth.
She was gone for ever
Now probably just bones
And, as in most of his life
He felt so emotionally alone.
The Eastern Gate behind him,
Homage having been made,
Regret reviewed and filed,
And last respects paid.
The holographed history
For him a type of hell,
His starship command waited
So he said his last farewell,
Man's addiction to currents
to motion in general
why the sea is so popular
a write, moving clouds such
fond vehicles for floating
daydreams
really, we are never still
aging while sleeping
drawn toward spirit alone
perhaps knows where~ no
seven day rest an apparent
finale
Lawrence of Neasden,
Man of action in the past,
Reflected with dismay
How life had moved so fast.
So many years gone now
Since they’d gone to war
And Lawrence no longer
Rode his camel anymore.
It’s ashes rested in an urn
On the mantle shelf
Alongside its photo and
Those of Lawrence himself,
All dressed in style
In their combat gear
With others of the Corps
All paraded in the rear.
Sometimes it brought
Many tears to his eye
When he recalled
Their last fond goodbye
Before they’d all dispersed
Their duties well done
Secure in the knowledge of
A fine victory won.
There’s an empty space now
There in Lawrence’s carport
Where in the state of emergency
All the troops would report.
He can hear the harness jingle,
Hears those throaty roars,
Where in his mind Lawrence
Rides his camel once more.
Through the streets of Neasden.
If the breeze is just right,
Sometimes there’s a little jingle
In the stillness of the night
Is it the shade of Lawrence
Loyal to the very end
One last phantom patrol
Atop his faithful camel friend.
An Alliigator's Fine Final Finale
A fairy fractured forever alleged an assault from former friend
Frenzied and angry, fairy father argued at fairy’s arraignment
Forever fractured, assaulted fearless fairy fought friend’s aliases.
Alligator allegedly assaulted former friend, as a fine final finale.
I fell asleep
Intermingle I fell off the cliff of life
I know of one I love a true witness Christ
I am now awaken
Spirit finally shaken
I know of one I love, Jesus
Sent by heaven above I need Him
I am awake
Living for Kingdoms sake
Intermingle I rise from out the valley
Looking forward for the grand-finale
1/6/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
At the finale of the party
even the noise
wishes to be silent...
After party
best fun,
catch te sun
with hands...
To reach the finale of the world,
with one step you can reach it!
To reach infinity:
neither universe is enough...!
In the finale, at the right time,
all hunger will not exist,
all thirst will be extinguished...
All possessions,
will disintegrate... !
Only love will remain
as a gift, in the
heart of the one who
well received it and donated... !
An unceremonious finale
Where humbled, clean beginnings
Awaken as I continue my sleepwalk
Through it all
Evidence collected
Self-worth resurrected
Dusty pasts remain infected
Careful to traverse
The spotty crumbles
Jagged, pure and uninvited
Failures in their attempts
To lead me astray
Modest sustenance in a world
Vacant of altruism
Brimming with exchanges
Involving humanity's present value
And all that is left
And all that I care to search for
Remains dormant
Yet secured
Deep inside chasms
Desperate for excavation.
(10/11/06)
In your parched desert land
As the pendulum swings
And your friends are all gone
Still you’re moving right along
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
In your parched desert land
Thinking life’s unforgiving
Why not swallow your pride
Take an honest look inside
Join the land of the living
In your parched desert land
Your manufactured death valley
Kind response was so important
Yet your manner was discordant
Isolation’s blind alley
In your parched desert land
When they take the final tally
You’ll surrender the fight
Find exquisite delight
In your brokered finale
March 9, 2020
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Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream
I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection in my own tears
And I reminisce of the days when
magnolia petals were our sunrise,
sweetly scenting the virginal dawn
in soft aromatic whispers,
lazily lingering upon our skin
when your smile was my every morning
Now I wait below wilting branches,
listless arches desperately reaching
but never touching the ground,
allowing desolate thoughts to wallow
as the soft earth reclaims me
from an infinite finale in gray
~
Inspired by Sandra Adams poem Crimson Tears
leaves fall in hot wind
to be crushed by new school shoes
in morning's apple red sun
fireworks are cinders
as summer fades and calls us
to a last frenzy for fun
8/31/19
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines
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