My heart beats so fast
Every time I think of you
I long to hug and kiss you,
But I just can't do.
My body grows cold,
Yet I don't want it to end there.
Knowing you are afar
Leaves my heart in despair.
Let me kiss thy lips,
And feel thy loving hugs.
Let me hold your love,
My love, Gunther.
??KING GUNTHER THE HUNTER??
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In the grand theater of the cosmos, he rules,
With a crown of flames scattered in dominant hues.
Thirty-three battles fought, and not a single defeat,
His record shines bright at 33-0, what a great feat.
Beneath his mighty throne, the vanquished rest,
Warriors who fell, their dreams turned to dust.
Yet he continues to rise, powerful and immense,
A tempest of glory destined to endure as he rise.
No need for titles or gold to display, but eventually did,
His strength resonates across the WWE
Gunther stands tall, the echoes of battle ring,
On the fields of war, an empire crafted without a sling
The story continue as pen bows, his legend expands,
King Gunther conquered 33, yet with 0 he still stands.
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VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?2nd March 2026.
We were once two lovers,
Who keep on falling deeper in love.
Despite the distance far between us,
Our love grows stronger, intense, enough.
Two hearts, moving in one rhythm,
Every beat gently written within.
On a cold night,
By winter’s pale touch in Belgium,
Our bodies’ warmth dances
In the lyrics of passionate love.
Oh, when you kiss me,
I feel fire on my lips.
I love that tender press
Pulling me into your hips.
I open my eyes,
We lay bare on the floor.
Our bodies close,
Our souls colliding
In a breath we shared
Without restraint.
As I touch your pretty face,
I feel romance growing deeper still.
You pull me closer, hold me near,
Our bodies answering love’s will.
We move toward a union of souls,
Where love needs no name.
In the hush of this cold Belgian night,
We found a communion of desire and flame.
Now we know this love is real,
A love that’s meant to last.
Gunther and Grace—
A story of intense love,
Written in the past,
Living in the now,
And promised in the future.
We are once two lovers,
Who keeps on fallin’ in love so deeply.
Despite of the distant far
Our love grows intensely
Two hearts, moving in one rhythm
Every beat gently written
In one cold night
Of winter’s pale touch in Belgium
Our bodies’ warmth dances
In lyrics of passionate love.
Oh, when you kiss me
I feel fire in my lips
I love those tender press
Into my hips
I open my eyes,
We lay bare on the floor,
Our bodies close,
Our souls colliding
In a breath we shared
Without restrainst
As I touch your pretty face
I feel deeper romance
And you hold me near
Our bodies answering the call of love
We move toward union of soul
Where love needs no name
In the hush if this cold Belgian night,
We found a communion of desire
Now, we know that this is a real love
A love that will last
Gunther and Grace’s story of intense love.
We always thought everything was above board
when we played cards, this even though
Gunther would bring his lucky horse
and clean up more than his fair share.
They were accused of cheating a time or two
but nothing was ever proven so they went free.
We found out later that they had quite the scheme
and Snow White was kept well rewarded
with an array of fresh carrots and juicy apples.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Got stuck on you
This feeling never makes me blue
You are part of me
And you’ll always be
Underneath our soul
We find love
Despite of distant far
Yet, never did we feel dole
Night falls and dawn breaks
These two hearts do still long
For the sweet kisses and hugs
Forever entwined, our love song
The evening is filled up with bunch of stars out
Whispers of hearts echo all about
The moonlight dances on the quiet ground
A tranquil beauty in silence is found
Hath you made my lonely, coward, heart
With love, that is pure and not torn apart
A shadow lingers where the light stayed
In silence, now my fears never cascade
Emptied my heart with river of oblivion
Imbibe to thine cup of love
A sacred draught, so pure and sweet
Where all my shadows find their reprieve
Rain gently falls on the tin roof
As we lie naked on the floor
Our body dances to the rhythm of undying love
Passion of love, as where our hearts led
When he had gone off, Amos did come in,
Aaid, “I wish we didn’t have to lie to him”
Joanne just scoffed, “He’s kept me here six years,
rather than be man enough to cry tears.
Nearly ruined me, he too has much sin.”
Now ‘Gunther’ it seemed did much love his wife,
each year he ‘returned’ and she bore new life,
but always his unit was ‘on the move,’
and they both suspected, deep down John knew,
but said nothing of it, nor did his wife.
Until the years passed, and the long night came,
both John and his wife found escape from their pain,
and Amos, no longer some drifting tramp,
with his wife on his arm, surrounded by scamps,
went to the town clerk to give them his name.
Hilda shut him out of her life,
with combative tongue and hot air.
Gunther launched her, off topmost stair,
shut the lid on his battleaxe wife.
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Hilda: Maid of battle
Gunther: Battle Warrior
Battleaxe: sharp-tongued, domineering
Lemon tree very pretty
I lived in a village where the neighbour had a lemon tree
it was on rich soil in the small garden where chicken roamed
In January, it was full of perfectly formed fruit, beautiful shining bright
with an effervescent hint of green.
I wished someone would take the tree to an art gallery
as an example of perfection.
At an art exhibition, I saw a painting of a lemon by Gunther Grass,
it was beautiful looked real in its yellow lushness; he won a Nobel prize,
not for the lemon but for his marvellous authorship.
Near Ramallah, there was a similar lemon tree greatly admired
by the locals, but the settlers came burned down the tree.
This is what happens when the brutes rule.
Through graveyard
meandering, just
me and Dad
stories sad
abbreviated down to
mostly names and dates
So we tell
their stories by turns
like poor Duane
Dinwiddie
died at age thirty-three of
bee sting allergy
So tragic
how she caught a chill
Angeline
age nineteen
who died before her wedding
day, her groom grieves still
Or the war
heroes, Frank and Finn
taken in
the prime of
life, no child or wife, they were
just children themselves
Gunther Gold
did what he was told
gullible
on a dare
lost his life to win respect
bullies didn't care
Bartleby
hypochondriac
cough, sneeze, hack
was ignored
by the whole village, but he
got them back- with plague
Len Kramer
the lion tamer
tried to save
his wife when
she unwisely came in, but-
got eaten instead
Philetus
on flying trapeeze
an ace- the
very best
until he had to sneeze- then
sadly laid to rest
Then Daddy
looks at me and I
look at him
giving in
to sudden gales of laughter
glad to be alive
(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)
Meeni slept in bed with a big brown cockroach
“It’s an adulatory, ", I went to broach
She growled like panther
"I love Mr. Gunther”
"Dad,go and bum around Miss Apricot Poach”
My wounds are seeping
My heart still weeping
No time for scabs
The knife still searing
My mind still fearing
My body is weary
I see your eyes
And I realize
I've been missing
The undying love
A gift from above
Soothing kisses
Everlasting embraces
Always new faces
And they all love you
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I ponder
Your love for me
But then I remember
Ever since September
You've been my puppy
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