As your own harsh jailor, keeps you
Chained up in the dark
Fight the fear now; beating off
What of it shouts down
That wishful-voiced, repetitive
To leap which mind-wall.
An exultant escapee-
The sound of midtown!
INHIBITION
Failure to heal from what or who hurt you,
automatically inhibits you from getting through,
causing to bleed those that didn't cut you.
Failure to forgive those that smite with pain
saddles you with heavy heart & look of disdain.
Certainly, this is a lifestyle you can't retain.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 5th June, 2023.
Internal inhibition is a virtue of the day,
A conscientious calling to be true in every way,
A vision of decision in the things you say and do,
Internal inhibition is a moral issue too,
In spite of what you think of it you have to face the fact,
Internal inhibition is the fiction you subtract,
The urgency emergency of agency remains,
The subtle way that surgency is summoning your brains,
You may have thought your feelings were the first to be explored,
The primacy of dealings with a stranger you ignored,
The notion of emotion is a cautionary state,
A stage of locomotion with a customary wait,
The modesty of wisdom is a wonder to behold,
A coat of many colors with a condom in the fold,
No matter what the wonder in your functionality,
Internal inhibition is your cloak of honesty.
May 17, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 poetry contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
How meaningless is this,
No beginning, No end
Broken bridges, never to mend
Just the body and a dying soul
Heart cries it's foul
Destinies brutal game
Reasons given just lame
Mysterious world, dark shades
Hidden secrets just fade
Hypnotic world that never sleeps
Twirls of stories to keep
Beyond this ..
Trust in nature ..to drift thru her flow
For whatever is left in store...
You often pondered,
behind your plastic door
and pretentious smile,
could I be her friend? The pressure
of being needed could hijack
your life, your perfection,
your impassive popularity.
Then you saw her
close her eyes tight
as if she were playing dead,
and noticed the tiny trenches
of all her tears.
Her weak smile scared you into feeling
something far away and true,
and when she laughed, you knew
it was genuine.
Her humanity left you
bleeding, and you could taste
the earthiness of the elements
at your core.
So you forgot her, but in your dreams
she is more alive. She is freed
by her imperfection and
becomes the world
you straddle.
Maybe you weren’t the only one.
Maybe she was lonely.
If only you had more time
to understand her permeable existence,
she could have uncaged you,
and you could have been
her touchstone.
If only...
Contest: Pick-a-Title, Vol. 30
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 5/10/22
Internal Inhibition
Internal Inhibition!
It’s a humiliation
to self realisation
from fake imagination.
Needless to feel embarrassed.
Not to act religious
But always play righteous
Be dauntless courageous
No shyness just courteous.
No fear of being harassed.
Have faith on self dependence
Prime is your own confidence.
Avoid silly reticence
Wobbling causes nuisance.
This simple fact to perceive.
Meet challenge, make progress
Go forward not to regress
Explore life: Goal to access
Proceed to attain success.
On journey be decisive.
05/02/22
Title chosen : Internal Inhibition
Pick a Title Vol.30
Contest
By Edward Ibeh
A voice inside my soul is my trusted inhibition
Yet, how often I aspire to indulge a pleasure
Inclined to engage in some frivolous volition,
When I am reminded of a greater treasure.
A still, small voice inside calls me to consider,
To weigh the ultimate reward of my frivolity,
Prudent decisions will always faithfully deliver
When I remember the better choice’s quality.
Some call it conscience, though I prefer to see
Divine guidance prompting morals and ethics
Which, for me, is doing right things joyfully
Following right paths despite persistent critics,
Listening to that inner voice has proven wise
Teaching me to view life through God’s eyes.
[Internal Inhibition]
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written April 24, 2022
for "Pick-A-Title, Vol 30" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Teal : Controls and heals the emotions creating emotional balance and stability.
“Even the darkest night will end
And the sun will rise.”
Stranded,
On the labyrinth
Of suffering.
Quite waves,
Rushing,
Down the shore.
Palpitations,
reassuring,
the life within.
The mountain,
Seeming,
Small,
Grows inside,
Not to be
conquered,
But to
Be walked
Upon.
Life
Found
Its
Virtue.
Ivory: The astonishing purity of pain, how it is altered from a mere sensation.
Precious, innocent soul
Open thy eyes,
For this world is
Abounding in lies.
There is no
Place like home,
Yet, the tombs
Feel seamless.
Those old cardigans,
Might haunt you still,
Oh, my poor soul,
Breathe.
Relieve
that veiled, unaltered
patience, that
doesn’t let you dream.
Awaken
from the
imperishable marks
of illusory joy.
Precious, innocent soul
Close thy weary eyes,
For in this world,
Contentment is disguised.
BEIGE : The place of warmth and sanctuary
Places in my house that I no longer visit
The corner shelf,
Which once was
My sanctum.
The closet,
That has known,
All my darkest secrets.
The porch,
Reminding me of
The old typewriter.
The study,
Now barren,
Waiting,
For me to join
In its emptiness.
The places I no longer visit in my house
Are here,
Sitting numb,
Longing for
Me to exploit
Them as I used to.
Mocking tone piercing
my vulnerable mind
as I crumble.
There are places in my house that I no longer visit, and they somehow trace back to a similar feeling.
VIOLET: The union of body and soul creating a balance between our physical and our spiritual energies.
Explosion,
of the whirlwind,
that is time.
The spirits,
the shadows,
lingering,
pretending to,
be dead.
An old book,
with tea stains,
all over.
Incantations,
beguiling,
confining,
choking.
Will this,
be my end?
When passion gathers moss,
The night hangs sad and silent,
Then fades with disappointment;
The will to stir a morning breeze
Is lost in any season, and love
Becomes a stone.
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