Keep your eyes open
To get best prompt decision
Care cut to listen.
There's things that are pleasant to look at
A sunset is one comes to mind
There's all kinds of nice things to witness
They're right there, they're not hard to find
You'll see if you keep your eyes open
There's people who fit this bill too
There's attractive, there's pretty, there's beautiful,
There's gorgeous, there's stunning, there's you
WOLVES IN SHEEP CLOTHINGS
Darkness cloaked in innocence’s guise,
Wolves in sheep clothing, cunning & wise.
They prowl & stalk, in shadows they hide.
Their masks never fades, their true selves denied.4
Wolves in sheep's clothing, so sly & discreet,
They roam in the shadows, with eyes full of deceit.
Their words are like honey, their smiles so benign,
But beneath their façade, lies a cunning design.8
Dear traveler, beware of their sweet lullabies,
For their gentle whispers are nothing but lies.
Their teeth are sharp, their hunger uncontained,
In woolen disguise, their wickedness feigned.¹²
They weave their illusions in subtle embrace
With gentle demeanor, a soft-spoken grace.
But beware, for their hearts are not meek,
These wolves sheep claded, so sly & oblique.¹6
Keep your eyes open, trust your gut's feeling,
For among the gentle, the wolves may be stealing.
But fear not, for the naked truth shall unfold,
The sheep-feigned wolves falsehoods be told.²°
Their deceit knows no bounds, their malice runs deep,
In the land of the innocent, they silently creep.²²
~~~~~~~~~~~
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th February 2024.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/24
If your eyes are closed, they creep up on you.
Totally exposed to the harm long, overdue.
Insomnia is what becomes your best friend.
Just make sure you're the last standing in the end.
Explosions from meth heads who live next door.
Guarantee's this OG ain't taking that no more.
If you sleep they creep with no good intent.
Trying to get at all the decent men.
Keep your eyes open and be on point.
You want be caught sleeping to what they want.
-dear child in my womb
once born keep your eyes open
see all that you can
-learn all that you can
the world will not stop for you
don't be left behind
-don't be a number
be a leader to follow
someone trustworthy
-know all right from wrong
and you will always go far
be strong laugh love live
September 1, 2023
The truth comes out
When you're half asleep
So exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open
The truth comes out
As the days go by
Slaving away for the man
So busy you forget about those who hold you dear
As the days go by
Grasping at a dream
Of feeling the river of love
One day at a time waiting for answers to be near
Grasping at a dream
The truth comes out
When you least expect
Smooth sailing words from the subconscious speak
The truth comes out
Will power will power
In defining moments may build or demolish towers
Monuments and pyramids it really only takes a step
Yes not only that
Sweat drying into crystals
Droplets of effort driven by purpose
Choosing wisely what comes first and foremost
Suddenly shallow is cool
Discarding everything you once used as a tool
Don't you see?
This is deeper than a pool
Blowing racks chasing trends just to call on the parents
Pay as you live and the Rents due date is not up for extending
Living beyond your means
It seems you've been splurging
That's why you lacking
And for your plans you never implement
On the periphery you stay lurking
Its only actions and consistent actions
With due calibration that will change a vision to a reality
Yes you will probably find Prodigy on some
Selfish before you get kind type of flow
The resultant wave drilling through wells
Keeping God's people hydrated
Seek synchrony with your Will power
Forever keep your eyes open till you turn blind oh lord
God forbid
Will power
Will power, in defining moments may build or demolish towers
ProdigySpits I pray whatever I say
finds a place in your head and sits
Loyalty
Solely, merely, only
Unique and pure
No conflict and blind compromise
No puzzle
No criterion
No mind map
No mindset
Maybe no harms
Before you're lost and regret
We're loyal because we love , we believe
Maybe loyalty must base on
Love,humanity and democracy
But not merely canvassing
Selfishness,greediness and
benefits
History did tell us
Politicians are cunning sometimes
Politicians may have questionable loyalty
They're merely loyal to their families, friends, parties
Himself
Selfishness, greediness and benefits
Rather than his country
And his people
Keep your eyes open
You can change your loyalty to the politicians
Of course not to the country you love
But because of the country you love
You must make good use of the votes
At your hands
And merely at your hands
To save your country and the people
"Keep your eyes open to see the magic of the night"
- by Poet
Deep into the woods, I walked one day
to find flaming fireflies come my way,
Watching them, I felt a trancelike peace,
fulfillment of dreamlike fantasies;
In the shadowy shelter of trees,
I stood enjoying the mellow breeze;
The hazy clouds were rolling onward,
as I 'neath the moon slowly wandered,
Crickets and glowworms began to prance,
silently, I admired with glued glance,
The scenery sure looked surreal,
this night encounter seemed unreal;
Then I heard the nightingale crooning,
o'er imaginary love swooning,
Ethereal, her song pulled me in,
the joy I felt, none can imagine;
Basking in the aura of moonlight,
entranced by the magic of each sight,
I walked back leaving the woods behind,
But this night is engraved in my mind.
05.26.2021
For Constance La France's "Writing prompt - Dreamlike" contest
Allow Them To Eat Your Brain
You are relaxed as you scroll there.
Watch the endless turning and spinning.
The never-ending parade of ideas and images.
Watch closely.
Keep your eyes open and concentrate.
Follow follow follow the magic memes…
Let them consume your mind’s eye.
Allow them to eat your brain with relish.
Your eyelids are now getting heavier.
Relax.
Relax.
See the absorbing blinding images.
See the moving shapes make their strange sounds.
Don’t blink as they pass by.
Watch watch watch the endless turning and spinning.
Be open to all suggestions from them.
Let them consume and eat and swallow you.
You are their wonderful meal under the yellow sun.
You are their reason for spasming.
Don’t forget to keep your eyes open.
Follow follow follow the magic memes…
Relax.
Relax.
Follow follow follow…
Let them.
Let them consume your mind’s eye.
Allow them to eat your brain with relish.
The Oldham bloke passed me as I walked down the road
Passing me on the footpath
He was small with a slight limp
Wearing blue jeans and a black jacket
He uttered a comment:
You are a bastard
I replied: What did you call me?
He said: I wasn't talking to you, you idiot!
I added: Be careful
That's 2 insults from him
Being rude to me without knowing me
A fine example of a local male
Who I immortalised in this poem and tell you
Keep your eyes open for him
Be ready for his words
In the North Atlantic,
an iceberg leaned
toward the Titanic,
popping pins and crunching steel,
sinking the unsinkable.
A cold hush followed
the ship's first shudder,
as life's moments shifted
to death's minutes,
touching the untouchable.
Sometimes danger lurks
just below the surface.
Best to slow down,
and keep your eyes open before
fathoms become unfathomable.
Everyone has seen a rainbow, no doubt,
at its end, you had best keep an eye out:
for fairy folk may be lurking about.
Leprechauns can be grumpy, funny folks;
that some say love to play mischievous jokes
on naysayers who label them a hoax.
If it's their pot of gold, you'd be after,
try searching behind an attic rafter;
where kids readily swear they've heard laughter.
The Irish like to bribe them with some food,
thinking a free meal will keep them subdued:
but the wee folks are amazingly shrewd.
They love whiskey, and they'll steal it from you:
if you forget to leave a drop or two:
spilling a little on the floor will do.
Wherever a rainbow touches the ground,
keep your eyes open; have a look around:
some folks say a pot of gold might be found.
The belly of the beast
Your soul he keeps
Swallowing your innocence
No strength just weak
His face is a preying wolf
In his eyes you're a weak sheep
Unable to see when you are woke but sleep
Your eyes are closed
While he constantly controls
Making you think that you are not sane
He creeps in preying on the membrane
Scrambling your mental
Your thoughts now deranged
He preys on the meek
Weak souls he seeks
He is the demonic satanic beast
It is because the ignorant chooses to sleep
In a slumber so deep
He grabs their feet
Dragging them into an oblivion
Where their mental gets beat
He's out in the open now
No longer does he creep
Knowledge is power
So we must seek
I often wonder why and how
The beast a gardner
The soul he plows
Keep your eyes open
Not sleep but woke
keep yourself covered
While the enemy chokes
Unleash yourself
Please be free
Try not to feast
Stay away from
The Belly of the beast
(A Correspondence Course for Anyone Who Would Be Loved
by Someone Like Me)
Of course, it is clear; you deserve to be loved,
But your 'romances' so far are not going well,
It seems those you're attracting are all immature,
But, except for that fact, things "are great" you can tell!
You're open to love almost all of the time,
But more serious people are nowhere in sight,
And it seems so unfair that they're hiding this way,
How you long for a partner to hold you each night!
It's good though that you're not ashamed to seek help
And I promise to work hard to further your cause,
No one doubts your intention to marry my friend,
But to be safe on road heart must know driving laws.
Your license so far has been "learner's permit,"
And a person must practice to play a good game
You can see it in ones that you date, not yourself?
Win Gold Medal in Love when your own heart's not lame.
Brian Johnston
4th of June, 2018
Poet's Notes:
I hope to make this a series of poems! Keep your eyes open!
And Good Luck! Noone ever has more love than they need! Love that overwhelms is not love!
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