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I laughed
I was laughing like the sun through the clouds
but he did not care at all
that someone like me could write every day
about love,
about you
and we were so close
then I left.
Look at my hands I said
My goodness
you just do not see?
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A Horse Carriage ride
A dinner, a place for excitement
Surrounded with fun, in town
A spa day
Family and friends around.
Gifts, Laughters, viewing the sceneries downtown
A day to remember
Elegancy, Designed fashions
Overlooking in passions.
A Birthday Event
Angels are sent.
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Donkey
Should a donkey fail to perform
Simply
set the intention to
Let Her Go
Years of training her brain
A dunce’s hat
title
“Clowning Achievement”
Tethered this donkey and a horse to a tree
Mates no mule, must
let-her-go
A mighty prod in the back
Shows no betterment, must
let-her-go, set-her-free
In point of fact
Set-Me-Free
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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound!
Nineteen times before the sour dregs
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain.
She racks each open with a metal comb
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed.
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Longingly, he waits
Memories flood his eager mind
Anger fills his blackened chest
He waits for her call
Roots stretched from Hell
His tree stands sentinel
Twisted and plump
They wait for her call
Hooves razor-sharp
Red eyes blazing among the blackest fur
His horse counts the seconds, the minutes
It counts until she calls
Finally
They feel it, lurching for freedom
Emerging now from the depths
He’s ready for the hunt
He seeks the head
He stops the heart and suddenly
He has returned
He waits for her call
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I want to kiss your pretty face
Around the world in every place
Where romance lives and shines so bright
Where every day is only night
Where we could simply ride around
In horse drawn carriage, sit spellbound
Through central parks and squares lit up
I'd look into your eyes closeup
And as the space grew less and less
Between our lips I'd close my eyes
What happens next, no need to guess
This shouldn't come as a surprise
I'd kiss you hard, I'd kiss you long
I'd hold you tight, desire strong
The horses reined, not free to roam
Until later on when we got home
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Waiting For Her Birthday Card
by Rick Rucker
This is really hard,
Waiting for her birthday card.
It won't come, of course,
Unless delivered by a Flying Horse!
She mounted the hearse for her Final Trip,
The driver was anxious, he used the whip!
Her card was always there by morning,
Long before the sunlight was aborning!
Not just my birthday, but all year round,
She must have bought them by the pound!
I'm a guy, I might forget,
The sadness in her eyes, I would then get.
This time, I'll be sad,
I've lost the first Love I ever had!
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Sienna eats chocolate for brunch,
At dinner and always at lunch,
With three bars a day,
All that I can I say,
She’s put on weight… that is the crunch
She puts herself on a strict diet,
No chocolate – (I don’t think I’ll try it)
She gets in a bad mood,
Cos she had to eat food,
By Friday she’s causing a riot!
Her long suffering hubby said,
You’re really doing in my head,
Stop daily Weetabix,
Have a small chocolate fix,
with Nutella spread on your bread
To save from a costly divorce,
Sienna goes on a short course,
Of weight watchers meals,
Her weight gain it heals,
She no longer eats like a horse!
I was challenged by an on line friend to write a poem on Chocolate
09/18/20
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Pick a place you want to go
The answer never will be no
How about a rustic inn?
One where we have never been
With cottages on private coves
Overlooking lilac groves
Horse and buggy romance rides
Snow capped, pine tree mountainsides
Cozy, warm, big fireplace
Reflecting, glowing off your face
Nooks and crannies, old heirlooms
Like corn cob pipes and horsehair brooms
Mornings, evenings, crisp and cool
There's only one unbending rule
You have to let me do it all
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner call
Clean up after, make the bed
Wake up early, plan ahead
Have your coffee, fresh and hot
Waiting for you on the spot
Bring it to you where you are
Serenade you on guitar
Songs of love I wrote for you
Other playlist favorites too
Solely you for company
I only want you there with me
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In her words I find ore
Of grace through which I shore
And as the mix is deep, it gives ores
On which we ride our desire as horse
To make deposit bless her fish's roe
Making me feel better being her only hero
And as well; my heart: forever hers
Leaving no chance in gap per luck to others
Peeping at my heart afar through my hose
Unknown to them who I've planned to give rose
Whom shall make onlookers watch like foes
When at the end my world owned all to her
Reading her eyes to light moments so blur
After the night is free of the morning sore
And every flaw we permanently restore
Then, no one would ask-- "who is she?"
Each will shut h/her lips for no one will say sh!
The one who has always be in my own shoe
Of a truth without explanation shall definitely be shew.
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A winter's horse and buggy ride
Despite the chill I'm warm inside
Hot cocoa and a quilted seat
A blanket and our body heat
A frosty night that's crisp and clear
There's no one else but us right here
The snow is falling, ever slight
Lit up by flame and lantern light
And if you're cold then I propose
You snuggle up to me real close
I'll open up my coat for you
Wrap yourself inside it too
Put your head upon my chest
Nap now Bluebird, take a rest
I'll let you know when we arrive
Hold me, hug me while I drive
I can't believe I'm here with you
A long awaited dream come true
Hold me, hug me all the more
My love on you I'll pour and pour
But not right now, to sleep you go
Pleasant dreams my love, you know?
A little kiss, now close your eyes
I'll watch over you my prize
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If wishes were horses,
And I was a stallion,
Would you ride me home?
Would you ride me to the comfort of your heart?
Would you keep me in the finest confines of your soul's house?
Would you caress my beastly body with your soft hands?
Would I afford the pleasure of your whispers in my ears?
Would you please my soul with your soulful laughter?
Would you ride me through the dullest of days;
through the darkest of nights?
Would you dry your tears upon my willing neck?
Would you give me a name to bear forever?
Or would you just pass me by,like any other beast?
Would just throw me a soulless glance and fade away-
like mist chancing upon sunlight?
Or would you stroke me a little, the decide I'm not worth it?
Would you look me in the eye and walk away?
Would you let my eyes see you go through the tears?
Tell me Love,if you'd rather not see my heart tear apart,
Why are wishes not horses-
Why am I not your stallion?
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Within the passage of time
I see you, my enchanted ecstasy,walking
Down a cobblestone street in silhouette.
Carefully placed footsteps echoing the
The pavement without the slightest of regrets.
Through the faint gas lit corridor
Vintage smells and a whispering wind
Accompany me.
Now matter where I go -
No matter when I go –
Footsteps going forward
Revealing the past.
In a cumbersome transom blended
With a tap-ta-tap, tap-ta-tap
Of a horse drawn carriage –
Therein our song is revealed.
Where else but in music do thoughts
Blend reality with emotions?
There in my mind’s eye
Tap-ta-tap,
tap-ta-tap,
tap-ta-tap.
Do I have any life but this?
If not - let me lead it from here.
No death there be ‘lest
Dispelled from there.
Nor any ties to earths to come.
Nor any action in any effort of new.
Except in the blessed extent
In the realm of loving you.
And in my mind’s eye –
The music,
Tap-ta-tap,
tap-ta-tap -
Of cobblestone and hoof –
Ta-tap
Always
Ta-tap
Returns me to you.
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??CHAMPION AGAIN!!!
Common oath with the Gold,
She's two decades old,
Browny hair, tough skin dark toned,
Tobi's horse-wheel pull a two wheeled cart,
Breaks another record and grease our heart.
Some placed a bet before it starts.
Good wager wins if played smart
Cos Tobi's stare told me of a driving force within,
An undiminished thrust to always win
And with an urge not just to take part,
She ran like Sonic right from the start.
Before this tournament no one gave her the nod.
Reasonable humans adapt themselves to the world:
The unreasonable ones persists
in trying to adapt the world to themselves.
Tobi Amusan adapts the world of Commonwealth to herself.
Fills with quids, laurels & accolades her account & shelf.
This Nigerian Speed Queen achieved the unreasonable
And boost our ranking on the medal table.
Champion again, as she keeps bursting our bubbles,
Won Gold again in the Women's 100m Hurdles
With a record 12.30secs in the Birmingham 2022.
Now she has conquered the world & claim laurels too!
Congratulations ???? ???????????
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}
Copyright©7thAugust2022.
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Some say that you are lovely
In my mind I say it's true.
Others would want you to be their princess
And I think they're serious too.
One would say the pride she has
For a daughter that you are.
A father's dream won't want you on a horse-back
But in someone's luxurious car.
Strangers are bewildered
For your smile they see so rare;
A Casanova has his antics
That only you he cares.
The rich would want to take you
To a high-end restaurant;
Or even will entice you
An adventure to Rio Grand.
A new friend makes it sure to shake your hand
Or take your picture too;
But all I have is a furtive glance
To have a piece of you.
Date & Time of Writing:
November 3, 2011
10:33am - 10:51am
Just feeling lonesome and nothing to do and needing someone
to communicate yet hesitant to send a text message. All
I've got to do is to fill in the mind with something to put into
writing. Then I got these verses of which the reader may perceive
a "low-profiled character" or simply "an effortless desire"..
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Dignity, purity, hope,
Entwined in a delicate rose.
These are the colours which hold
The futures of all women to come.
Run, run, run,
To the Free Trade Hall we run,
Eyes bright, souls lifted, the taste
Of excitement on the tip of our tongues.
Suff-ra-gette,
Was the name they gave us, scribbled
In every single newspaper, as if to say
"THESE WOMEN ARE TROUBLE."
Emm-el-ine
Pankhurst, her name. Equality, her goal.
The union, her child. The cause, her pride.
The name "SUFFRAGETTE" became our own.
Man-che-ster,
Where it all began. Where
The fires of change lit and stoked and
Spread their message in the dangerous smoke.
Da-vi-son.
Whatever became of poor Emily? I heard
It was she whose body trampled
Beneath the hooves of the King's horse.
Im-prison-ment.
Prison, the only place strong enough
To handle our emblazoned spirit. And so
They dampen it with poison down our throats.
One hun-dred
Years passed since our victory. I
am young but their strength runs through me.
My present is the history they endured.
To the women who came before,
We continue on your notion.
After all, it's "deeds, not words"
Which set the change in motion.
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"Beating bulls blazing your mind."
Is one sentence affective, perhaps,
To describe you of late.
Pouncing around the Kitchen
"I am not good enough! I am not good enough!".
A positioned me waiting in the corner
Witnessing a manifestation of wailing and weeping
Which resembles us both.
Making me the knight unable to
Control your Trojan horse.
Wheeping.
Wailing.
A helpless presence about as useful as the furniture.
Immovable.
Dear Lady:
You will spend years fighting a war
Between the left and right side of your mind.
One proving to be correct in everything the opposite states.
As mistakable as those who charge in
Battles gripping the same cross but having read
Different bibles.
A war based on subjective opinions.
A war where everyone is right without the
Exception of peace.
Have you ever listened with those pretty ears
That have grown inward?
In the past did they hear me screaming
"You are good enough! You are good enough!".
Is it not on love's interest to steer away
From one's self to sail ships and
Harbour in my heart?
To port in my good opinion?
Or are you love?
If so, why is it not protecting you?
When did your mind become your mother?
Shouting at me:
"You are not good enough! You are not good enough!".
When did love become an absence
In a world where time never stops?
Is love not timeless?
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Wrapped in silk, you hold my hand,
my countess.
Full of quiet fire and tenderness.
We ride winged horse carriages by our apricot plantation.
There by the sea,
wine and raspberries are waiting for us.
I fell asleep on the sand,
covered by the wind and your hand.
In front of us, a cove in stone is dreaming.
*
We are in the water together,
pure folds of passion.
An icosahedron enveloped by a cube,
Plato’s house is next to it.
You are the woman because of which I seek god’s power.
To change the water color
into a shade that will make you smile.
I call upon a long line of ancestors
and all the genealogy power.
By divine influence
I change the shade of the water.
I woke up your joy and laughter.
However, all my heavenly signs are quickly disappearing.
In your hands, I am an ordinary man.
Loved and happy.
*
Invisible contracts from the past are binding.
We flirt with who we indeed are,
leaving the empty shells behind.
In a world full of evil,
I know despair is not our destiny.
All the meat-fed hunger of ours,
made us converge for years,
to the same point of life
wisdom and understanding.
*
You are my notebook of joy
where I write the symbols
what the waves are whispering to me.
The semantics of the record is unknown
The lines cover your right shoulder
where only my pen can write.
When the record is finally done.
Melted by your warm embrace
I become a stone.
A monument to our love.
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Puppy Love at 55
When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love
With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame …
“Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!”
Sound adorable. Singing, “He is mine. I am his. Gonna get married, take his name.”
Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent …
At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five;
I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent;
Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive
So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure
We thought the best of belle or beau
Time never existed. No bills, diapers, nothing to insure
Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure …
When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure
I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure
Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future …
No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now.
So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners:
Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it;
Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires
For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected!
The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence
But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies
That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins
And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes -
(Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different)
But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?
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