Friend from far
has come to visit
me, a long time.
We're astounding
ourselves, facing
all gray hairs.
We suddenly laugh
cause gone the days
our youthful prim.
Two cups of tea
made our hours
bright, story-telling.
He's soon to retire
in the army, I, an
ordinary citizen.
It was all end in hullabaloos
reminiscing past
and gripping our future.
Categories:
hullabaloos, career, future, life,
Form: Free verse
A giant road is emerging. My sandy path
is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble,
ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows
a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped
path in my gene as an elephant corridor.
It’s open for the rat snakes, mongooses,
cats, and men. When I lose my way, no
one will come to me. The machine claws
won’t shiver when they pluck my black
plum tree on the wayside. My silence
will be deluged by the motor cacophonies.
The hullabaloos will petrify the birds and
my poetry. The tortoise lying on the grass
with its head inside serenity is unaware of
the imminent doom. Already molded
in loss, I can keep up my sangfroid.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue 30).
The first prize winning poem in the Poetry Nook Weekly Contest.
Categories:
hullabaloos, sad,
Form: Free verse
Have I gone mad? My kith and kin, and friends worriedly ask
I'm unable to eat or sleep; I am stressed. I am lost.
Defining the meaning of my gestures - is a hard task.
Amidst hullabaloos of my fickle fortune, I'm tossed.
I want to see her; I want to hear the three-letter word.
I want to tell her all about me—my rises and falls.
Moments I'm unable to feel her presence, seem absurd.
Her voice sounds and resounds within, like the angelic calls.
Does the world say I'm old? Nay. I am a transformed eagle.
Your silence (purposeful?) yet shakes my very existence.
Don't you make as well as Mar as a mythical seagull?
Your frankincense scent, I serenely sense from far distance.
My entire universe is enraptured by your glance.
The constellation of my consciousness stands in a trance.
Categories:
hullabaloos, life, love,
Form: Sonnet
SHENANIGANS
Shenanigans and hullabaloos of the Westerners worsens our sins in this societal ruins,
washing-in it's wastes and wildness with unrest
just like Amazon delivering parcels with its crest.
The thief with the aim to survive hunger got an arrest
but corrupt wealthy well paid politicians goes for free,
Others hoard or pilfer treasure troves from every tree.
Neither envy unknown affluence of any type
nor thrive in the glory of other people's hype.
Don't live in the prison of other people's opinion.
Or meddle in their false esteemed & established union.
In all fairness, let the world handle it's business;
And despite life's shenanigans, show finesse.
You're one man army just as the people to the world.
The unpredictability of life got the world enamored.
Let the world face and stifle it's own thorn,
Don't be the bunch, but in your own sphere be the one.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December2022.
Categories:
hullabaloos, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
Super grandma girl, in her long green cape,
took a quick ride on a golden grape;
she slipped, greased lightning like, over the floor,
gunned her girl motor and flew out the door.
A piercing scream out on the front lawn . . .
a grandchild in trouble???? No time for a yawn.
Like all super heroes she was there in a flash,
with a dash and a clash and a ladylike smash.
Her darling was bloodied,
pink ruffled dress muddied,
(the one she had just worn to church).
She had taken a lurch and fell from her perch
way up high in the old apple tree,
a place she was not meant to be.
Only grannie superheroes can give healing kisses
to cute little, sweet little, bad little misses,
but that is exactly what grandma's will do--
grab you up quick with loud hullabaloos,
and before you know it, you're better! It's true!
Just because super grandma really loves you.
But--one thing all grand kids need to remember:
grandma will love you the year through--to December!
You don't have to be bad and fall from a tree
to get super kisses from super old me.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, August 3, 2014
Categories:
hullabaloos, fun, grandchild, grandmother, love,
Form: Rhyme