Loggerheads Poems

She said her name was Amahle

Mere gaze to her direction, goosebumps perforates my skin
There's something out of this cosmos in her aura. 
Sense and meaningful in me, 
at loggerheads trying to define her. 
Tap into my senses, the mess is beyond containing, 
melting seduction, dripping all over my body. 
caught within dungeons of my own heart desires

Her radiating flawless pigment,
complimented by her smile
I'm gasping for breath, 
fear I may be palpitating

Ease the volt, In my now state,
 I fail to keep up
The strikes are too strong to bear
Woman daughter, be gentle on me

My only crime, is falling in love 
Peep closer, see the bruises on my knees,
 from kneeling and praying for a better half. 
Lil did I know, heaven would delegate a goddess
In a human form

Back on my knees, 
Palm to palm, 
Sending gratitude to heaven
For not only listening but responding to my prayer. 
Today, in my mailbox, a gift wrap was delivered, 
Signed xoxo Amahle
#Poetic_ink

Zionism Fever

The Middle Eastern watch
As the Zionist regime tries
To assert its territorial area

Territorial integrity now threatened
They unleash terror on their enemies
Its called the holy land but why now
In the name of all that's sacred and holy
The continuous strife and endless wars

They talk of Abrahamic faiths at loggerheads
Be it though that The Lord is a Man of War
But why is it that us humans can't coexist

Even when our religions preach peace
There are always undertones of war
Call it Jihad or a Holy war.. blood shed
Is still abominable.. when did human life
Cease to have value.. now bombs drop

Then the retaliations are organized daily
Then the entire world watches the fever
Praying the virulent middle Eastern fever
Doesn't spread into the entire region
Praying that 'The end' will not come soon..
Even so the Word asserts come soon Lord

The Two Unlike-Pole Analogy

THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY 

Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates 
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate. 
Just as the tale of "magno magnets", 
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border 
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another. 
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other, 
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact. 
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made, 
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates. 
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles, 
attraction is established and so is unlike souls. 

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} 
Form: Rhymes 
Copyright©January,2023.

On Everest

I stand on top of world. I’ve won!
I’m a statue frozen solid -
On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.

I took a showering from cloud.
I’m bitten up with frosty snow.
Too late for me to brag out loud.

This sunny sphere won’t help unfreeze.
On Everest, I’m cold of brain,
Too full of pride, to bend my knees.

Could artist rush to see me there,
and would he chisel me like wax,
to find my form - for I am bare.

And would a poet shed some tears
and make believe that I was brave
or struggle with our greatest fears?

Who’d music bring to sing of me?
Are sirens here at top of world
and have they climbed so far from sea?

On tippy-toes I’ve reached the sun.
There, fire and ice at loggerheads.
Deceived of life - it’s death, I won.

8/31/2022

A World We Seek

“All minds and hearts connected with love and light of universal consciousness, in a flicker free continuum ~ what does life on such a planet look like?”
      -	Unseeking Seeker



Together as One,
One voice and one song,
One goal they pursue,
This heartedly they do,
A mission to accomplish.

None indulge in recrimination,
Turbulent waters abated,
War is not an option,
None is at loggerheads,
Crime does not lurk around.

Equitable distribution of resources,  
All stand on equal footing,
Benevolence is at the helm of affairs, 
The strong aid the weak,
The mighty prop the weary.

Fabrics interweaved into one colourful piece,
Cultures integrated and tolerated,
Hands in hands they push against the tide,
The table is set for all,
There’s room for everyone besides.

A world we dream of,
Speculative future we envisage,
Tomorrow’s cities beyond our view,
Their internal architecture, classic and ethereal, 
Rays of hope permeate the space.




May 29, 2022,
Unity Consciousness Poetry Contest, 
Unseeking Seeker.

Impasse

I
always
imagined
things would have changed
we would have moved on
yet here we are
loggerheads
impasse
still

If
enough
pressure is
applied to a
bad situation
pressure builds up
and sometimes
the dam
breaks


Ninette: 1/2/3/4/5/4/3/2/1
Note: playing with the form, all well here! :-)

Tempest

Twosome at loggerheads.
            Tempers flare now and then!
      The referee nowhere...

 To be found; good heavens!
                     Tempest in a teapot.
      Trouble in paradise; 

  The state of their union.



Submitted for...
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Syllables checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 04/25/2021

The Defeated

Mates at loggerheads to blow the intensity
a spirited fight from determined hearts quite quarrelsome
there’s always a plan, a track to follow
dying minutes give both sides reasons to fluster
one is exalted, the other temporarily doomed
trounced is the confidence, the most affected victim
the battle was destined the other way de jure
painful is the sight of them licking the candy
losing, definitely comes with no absolute criterion
one volcanic tussle that came agonizingly so close
denting the shape of an already telling testimonial
celebrations of the other, creating a clear septum
in the spirit of sportsmanship, respected is the contest
back to the drawing board the low spirits deliberate
to win gold when the next whistle is blown.

Turtle Mania

Leatherback, murray river, matama
Hawksbill, common musk and spiny soft shell.
Loggerhead, Atlantic green, alligator snapping
Turtles are we, in every country we dwell.

The largest sea turtle reaches eight hundred pounds.
A leatherback whose love for jellyfish abounds.
Alligator snapping is one fourth of leatherback’s weight
Uses pink fleshy flap of lower jaw for bait.

The difference in turtles fascinates me.
I can picture the loggerheads running to the sea.
No matter what country you decide to make your home
There is a turtle close by, even if it is in this poem.

Mind Vs Body

mind and body clinch
with clenched fists
grappling loggerheads

Sweet November

Alone in the dark
Daydreaming about what was once mine
Eternal flames dancing about like a lark
Killing my sorrow in bottles of wine
Up until that night
Nothing – and I mean nothing ever
Left me in such a state of fright
Except for that fateful day last year in November
Arriving at a crossroads
Jungle boots and helmets
At loggerheads with civilians in folds
Shots fired. So many deaths
Including my beloved’s
November is here again, and so is the hurt!

Anywhere Now

Im in a battle with my future 
at guns drawn with my past 
Mind and heart at loggerheads 
I put my peace in a cast 
I put my peace in a cast 
Looking for myself
In an ID parade 
The victim and the guilty 
Sharing a cape
Now, the convict escaped 
The convict always escapes 
Sat in his prison  
Reading memories of bliss 
Directing, a second chance  
Spending pennies of pride
A barman to the lovers dance 
Pouring grapes to the other side 
The grass is green, other side
Will do in his eye  
A Mojito mint in a Mary 
A Martini Olive in the Cosmo 
Suspended in liquid Confidence 
With lonely water in his veins 
Anywhere that he goes 
He can go anywhere now

Inherently Good

Being human there is the stronger urge
That inborn desire towards good
Or the diversion towards badness
Our innate inborn capacity for good
Equals our divergence towards badness 

The Lord searches the souls of men
Examining intent and purpose
Man is mostly inclined towards evil
No one is good except the father
Not one desires righteousness

The Lord is not tempted by the flesh
Nor is he a son of man in need of redemption
But man is flesh and spirit- the two
Constantly at cross-purpose and loggerheads
Goodness or badness.. choice and circumstances

The Mentor

How was it that I knew so little?
Your constant admonishments seemed so brittle.
But, as time progressed from day to day
I began to realize, that was just your way.

You taught me things I knew not
and in all the years, it was a lot.
Naivete' was my strong suit,
with a little stupidity thrown in to boot.

We came often at times to loggerheads 
You often chimed, "Something above your neck must be dead".
Yet, you helped me to carve out a life for me and mine
and took me to places where you knew I would shine.

You were patient with me in your own way
as I struggled to learn from day to day.
You acted as father, brother, friend and boss,
It was only today, that I learned of my loss.

No longer will I hear your soliloquy,
The depth of your loss, I have yet to see.
For you were my Mentor in times of fun and strife,
I will carry your memory...the rest of my life.

in fond memory of: Dick Clemmensen

written...10/31/15

Me My Bicycle and Life

me and my bicycle
are in  a ***** relation 
at least in the state of running
at high speed it keeps balance 
but off balance my life  becomes 
while I drive  at low speed 

me and my life 
now at loggerheads 
at least in the matter of speed 
my life runs well  like a bicycle 
but at the age of forty 
I could not afford high speed 
upon putting  much efforts  
I develop  back pain.

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