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Fibonacci
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She let him drive her faraway from her past
She
came
down so
faraway
her status to his
level, swan swimming with a duck.
Her shadow vast. But she minimized to be in his.
She loved him. And football, her du jour instead of 17th century English Literature.
connie pachecho
1/25/17
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Rhyme
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MASON MOUNT (MM10)
Mason in the middle,
Fast mo' as a fiddle,
like flashy speed of an eagle,
As sharp on the field like a needle,
making dem fans scream and giggle,
hater's tongue wag with no briddle,
the talk of a legend is just a riddle,
Yet, legendary path this boy saddle.
Mas makes many more mouth mingle,
beats opponents like they're for the taking,
Blue superstar in the making,
monstrous matches & memories Mas makes,
Mason mounting meltingly on my muse poetics.
Make some noise for "Mason The Mounatic".
Form: Sonnet & Rhymes
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 22nd, 2020.
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Free verse
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Christmas.
Believe the story, the prophet, the myth?
Is it all about festivity, excessive drinking and gifts? About family, relatives coming together that otherwise wouldn’t mix?
Do you see it as a meaning?
Peace on earth, will it ever seriously exist?
Opposing soldiers playing football before sending the bullets flying over the ditch?
Christmas.
A tree in the corner, mince pies, brandy butter, foods so excessively rich?
Is this your Christmas? From your earliest memory to this present itch? Itching to make all things lovely, snow falling, reindeers flying, mistletoe to get that kiss?
Or do you think about the others?
People who’ve never sat with family pulling crackers singing songs? People who live with no money scratching scrapings from used bowls? Should we see it as an opportunity to help the people with no families, the families with no homes?
Christmas.
All the best to you and yours.
Enjoy the festivities but please remember what JC would want you to remember - the forgotten discarded lives of the lost souls.
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Its a matchbox, its a monster truck
Its a game of hide and seek
Its the holding him while reading
As he gently falls asleep
Its the good morning daddy
Its the how was your day
Its the answers that he asks me for
That brighten up my day
But most of all it still remains
The I love you daddy
With those little arms he reaches out
Daddy can you please help me
Can you turn on my favorite cartoon
Son I'll always keep you safe
There's no such thing as monsters
Its the ball I have to chase
It a game of rocket football
That he always likes the best
Its the tackle me, can we play Hulk
The I don't need any rest
The smiles that light my darkest days
The pride of a little boy
The knowledge he so fast imparts
The meaning of true joy
Its the ornery and the awesome
That somehow I impart
Its the best laugh in the world
When he hears any fart
It's the daddy wanna wrestle
The can I get a bath
Its the greatest love I've ever known
That's forever meant to last
The daddy can you show me how
The I don't need your helps
I'm both saddened yet I'm happy
As he grows into himself
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Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the tree lights, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago; Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks.
The best present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and there was an Airfix kit for him to build a model aeroplane.
Also there was a cowboy hat, with a holster and toy silver gun
and some new Dinky Toy cars, which would bring him a lot of fun.
It was certainly to be a time for him, to play and play all day,
so when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away.
He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
taking off his shoes he climbed into it, wearing his football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
a cardboard box turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!
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Rhyme
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Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the lights from the tree, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago and Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
it was full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks!
The biggest present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and an Airfix kit for him to build a Lancaster aeroplane.
Also there to his delight, was a holster with a toy silver gun
and some favourite Dinky Toys, for him to have some fun.
It was definitely going to be a time, to play and play all day,
and later, when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away.
He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
he took off his shoes and climbed into it, wearing his new football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
A cardboard box had turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!
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Quatrain
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Keepers of the "Man Cave"
A revelation dawned today
I've seen the refuge built
Where the boy in a man be saved
Sandbox space with trucks arrayed
Standing guard your sacred forts
Battles wars and raids dissuade
Your hearts from changing their course
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Protectors of cyber space
Guarding testosterone sanctuaries
This teenage "sacred place"
Slaying your dragons on congenial battleground
Plastic guns hunt the miles cross hemispheres
Where the sound of "what the hell" resound
Joyfully filling the hours of your years
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Fantasy football and Game Day paraphernalia
Seduction and booze hanging on your walls
Left women thinking it was life dysplasia
When in truth it's not that at all
The weight you carry O'the strain of man
Under constant burdens fearful you'll f
a
l
l
When In the joy of being boys you could stand
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Filled with reminders to be young
Hotties looking desirously toward you
Your reprieve from things still undone
Some of us know and even understand
Your right to the "Man Cave" anomaly
And the necessity for which it stands
The place to bear up under all life demands
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Your work it never ends
And on YOU your family relies
Your eyes and shoulders shrouded in strength
But it's a long row to hoe for you guys
So when the weary comes to patronize
Let the boy in you have his day
It's a right of passage signified
A man can stand if he's given to play
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Keep guard against perilous fight
For that boy in you keeps our man tender
And in your arms all our world is right
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I do not know?
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My feelings toward him are like a bond betwen a farther and a son the way the two of them
just play catch,football,talk about girls, or even going fishing. my feelings towrad him are
like a strong loveable touch. That's As strong as a rock and the strongest person in the whole
world. my feelings toward him man I'll cry over him again if any other man tells me to
choose between my man and the other man. Of course I'm going to choose my man over
any buddy. my feelings toward him are like a mothers unconditional love that she has for
some of her children. My feelings toward him are like a pair of doves sitting on a tree close
together. Hearing one anothers haert beating with a sweet melondy as they get closer to
one anothers heart. My feelings toward him are like two people who just met for the first
time, but knew that their is chemisrty between the two of them.My feelings toward him are
like. As if I don't care if their is any one around when I say that I'll always care about him
and also along with expressing my true feelings toward him. My feelings toward him are like
dancing the night away. My feelings for him are like when your a little kid and it's christmas
time. And it's ready to open up your gifts yeah that's how I feel when I hear his voice all
excited and anxicous. My feelings toward him are like singing a song that I wrote about him
just for him only. My feelings towrad him are like butterflies in my stomache that it tickels so
much. That I have no choice but to laugh out loud and and say out loud that I karleah have
strong feelings for my baby boy. My feelings towrad him are like going out to a club and
listin to your favorite club song. you know the one that makes you want to have fun and get
wild, and act all silly around people. My feelings toward him are like puppy love the first day
you see that special one for you. And you know that he could be the one for you from the
moment on. My feelings toward him are like magical powrs that I have for him as in I can put
a spell on him to make him fall for me. Yet why do that when I already have him falling for
me without the spell. My feelings toward him are like juliet and romeo minues the death part
of both of them. My feelings towrad him are like that feeling that you get inside of yourself
but you can't really expalin it though. My feelings towrad him are like kissing him on the
lips .
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