Near the yard, I heard the mother bird's loud cluck,
A signal to pull a sly trick on the hick.
Yuck! Her chicks all ran wild and scampered amok,
Scattered by the bumpkin swinging a big stick.
The dispersed chicks drew a cast of circling hawks,
That were happy to see meals within their grasp.
The hick and the hen, they must quickly outfox.
One hawk swooped low, its talons poised to clasp.
A chick grasped, the hawk then tried to fly away,
Mother hen ran after the hawk, eyes fire raged.
Fight ensued; chick-hunting again went astray.
The chick broke free when hawk and hen both engaged.
Like incense in a flower's heart, the chicks hid,
Their clucks hung like heavyweights on their weak necks.
Unseen tears of fear welled in their thin eyelids,
At least, from hawks their mother earned some respect.
Categories:
heavyweights, anger, bird, confidence, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Heavyweights which sit on your chest like a Mack truck
Categories:
heavyweights, words,
Form: Monoku
Ascends a moon, grays an eye-fools goodbyes,
reviews disciplined portrayed nature sighs.
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence,
ebb star pivots, another consequence.
Penitent pose submissions of prayers,
points at fingers in lieu of sheeps, declares.
Heavyweights contends bantamweights eyelids,
fights to the finish, loser wake--forbids.
'Tis human nature's need, their body's to rest,
eyes seals and falls behind dreams, genteel cast.
We harmonize abandoning chambers,
grants of Old World charm Masterpeace painters.
Categories:
heavyweights, analogy, appreciation, meaningful, motivation,
Form: Sonnet
MY IRRESISTIBLE BROWN COFFEE
I will drink to your love.
Start with my brown coffee some forehead kisses
just to show you my abundance of respect
till my lips hyperbolically becomes crested on it.
I will drink to your love,
Taste the pureness from your lips
just to show my thirst for my coffee
and unify our passion for each other.
I will drink to your love.
Caress the shoulders of my cup
just to make her feel my touch
as I feel her steamy warmth.
I will drink to your love.
Grapple like waffle the two points
where sweet signals strikes sensitivity
till I become hot or warm like my coffee.
I will drink to your love.
My tongue is made to taste it's succulence,
as I ravel in the softness of your heavyweights
until our souls come in twain and simulate.
I will drink to your love.
Reach down to the paths that leads to heaven.
And when I get to that heaven beneath,
I'll drink the oceans till we both run wild.
I will drink to the love of my Brown Coffee.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Cinq Cinquain
Copyright© 3rd January, 2023.
Categories:
heavyweights, 1st grade, sensual, sexy,
Form: Cinquain
Adesewa
?´m?´ ònì wa.
The princess who lights
The heavyweights of my heart.
Her beauty
Shines in the whole entity
Like an atomic bomb
Placed in the heart of the world.
She is the joy in joy,
The love that makes love love.
Adesewa,
My lover,
The joy of the kingdom,
The kingdom's wisdom.
As the life God breathed to Adam then,
Her smile to greater changes many men.
An angel on earth,
Who evoked my love from beneath.
She is the light of the crown,
And I am that lucky shining crown.
Categories:
heavyweights, love, joy, love,
Form: Rhyme
The World
is in a precarious position
Filling the Air
with Nuclear balloons
popping over there
Pyongyang
Iran
in one corner of the ring
The United States(with Missile silos as well)
at the opposite end,ready to defend and also kill
Mother Nature
Children
Mothers&grandparents
Watching helplessly on the sidelines
Gazing upon center stage
Two Heavyweights are ready to display their "Atom" rage
Some newlyweds sipping tea
One final gulp before drowning to sea
Head first,in order to avoid
Isotopes(radioactive)that are surely annoyed
The President,putting the BUTTON near his bed
If worse comes to fruition,it will Strike THEM on the Head
When the Sandman devours
Including The Earth Super Powers
Our Garden will be gone
No Eden,only dust..where there used to be Flowers
Our Time is up
Without a moment ..
to partake from His cup
Leaves
Trees
Windmills
Summer Time Breeze
Lifeless today as the Machinery is a total disarray
After reading this..
A chill will you feel
Because it is not fantasy nor fiction
A reality that could,someday,be an apocalypse REAL
Categories:
heavyweights, death, time,
Form: Epitaph