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If only I had a computer
As opposed to this here phone
I have and currently still possess
to write and post upon this site
Which only provides me with a
certain amount of limited functionality
Then I would then at least be
enabled to thus provide you a
picture of myself
And what both I and my actual real
face look like in the flesh
Upon which you then could base
to judge me on the cover of my book
of virtual poems
And put a face as well as to my name
and see or judge for yourself does it
match or does it fit
What at 1st you had at or did have
in your own mind
And whether or not the cut of my gib
and outwardly appearance
Leaves you either pleasantly surprised
Or otherwise leaves you wishing you
rather I hadn't or you had
As it's left you sadly not wanting to
but having and being unable to do
anything else but view me as a
turn off
But sadly so much like my writing
is like the big reveal
I only possess have and was born
with 1 face and this is it
Just like I only have 1 way of also
both writing and thinking
And this is it
"Our Destiny is to succeed"! "Our fate was set up through not being exposed to"NEW Knowledge",so that we would fail! Our "HOPE" was and "Still is in"GOD"! Our success was,and is realized,"after "Jesus Christ"through "GOD"blessed us to "Overcome Fate"! Those who held us back in "Knowledge""PRETENDED" to want us to be successful,while they knew that by holding back "Knowledge"we would meet,"THE FATE" that was hidden in a "LIE",to"CAUSE" our "FAILURE"!Richard Restak has helped to Reformat "The Brain "Hard Drive"! Now our destiny can be realized,as "Fate"has "Failed"!The setup menu is now corrected! The "Start program" is "NOW" valid! The hard drive has been reformatted! The back-up neurogenetic neurons are generating at top speed,and all viruses are being eliminated:The Ram and the Rom of the computer is being controlled by "Human Brain"input into "The Supper Computer"! All viruses have been eliminated,and "The Ram,and Rom are at top speed with "Terabyte Memory" in "The Ram,and The Rom" to prevent any "Scam" to prevent "The Computer Hacker from scamming,as "DESTINY"is "The Hacker Breaker",and is "The Hacker Packer"! Poetry is "The Exacter",and GOD love "The Hacker"! God love "The Hacker and "The Quaker": They "LABOR"and we all need to watch our behavior! We are fully operational! Fate has "LOST" due to our lack of trust in "THE TROJAN HORSE" placed in our path "TO BE EATEN",and swallowed "WHOLE"! It was totally consumed to give us a "Full Belly of Knowledge" of which it was "Holding Inside"! Now "The Digital,Analog,video,audio,"Encryptification"(DAVAE) has also been reformatted to give us the truth,after "Encriptification" has been achieved, through laser recognition,and M.R.I Technology,to see changed,video,audio,digital,analog,"LIES"to bring "THE GENETIC CODE"at hand as now "The central processing unit gives us another full belly of knowledge of which it will describe "KNOWLEDGE" in "Analog,Digital,Holographic,Genetic Code,without the truth being "Hidden"in a "Video,audio,Holographic,"Genetic Code Lie"! Victory over "The Enemy"Achieved"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They may smile at you
Yet they don’t really mean it
They may smile at you
Yet their hearts are angry
They may show you the smile
Yet there souls are grieved
The smiling faces.
Don’t trust any smiling face
Show them your smile
But don’t smile ear to ear
You may be smiling back
Yet they want to see whether you brushed
You may smile at them
Yet they want to see the gaps in your teeth.
Don’t trust a smiling face
It may smile during day
And it harasses you in the night
It may smile for you during happiness
And tortures you during anger.
The smiling faces are bad.
Trust no smiling face.
It is 4:55 a.m.
The dogs are going crazy.
I turn and see a wet opossum lying two feet away.
Is the opossum dead?
Should I pick it up?
Not by the tail unless I wear gloves.
Maybe I could scoop it up in my shovel
What if Buddy our dog brings this carcass
Into our house through the dog door?
He has enormous teeth that chew up everything.
But what if this creature is not dead?
What if it is playing opossum?
I call the dogs into the house
Staring at the garbage can, putting gloves on
Gearing up
Hoping he will not bite me
Hoping he is not playing opossum
The dead opossum jumps up and runs off
MAYAN MAY KINGS
Could there be a major masterpiece
Or any more May Mayan as this May poem
Inspired by Ken L Custance's
"Maybe the Mayans had it write?",
Mixed & made by a Masterdom?
Maybe!
This may be my own Mayans May piece; maybe,
Marinated by a Mayan May king,
Just as one maestro 'maynaic' major,
Not just a mate but the main man.
Indeed, this May is making many more mouth melting madly
Even Mae & her mate Mayor Mase,
Mason & Marilyn (their mentors) marry this May piece.
Now, none of us wants "mayonnaise smothered maize wrapped in romaine" anymore,
We will have whatever my "Mayan May Kings" serves.
Welcome, the month of May!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Reference: Ken L Custance's "Maybe the Mayans had it write?"(line 4,5).
Copyright ©2017
MY AUGUST VISITOR
Majestic: Venerable and Noble class act;
Welcome the matron of my heart,
July journey led me to the path of harmon
Enraptured and frozen by the epiphany.
Aesthetic: Acrylic execution coating my canvas
Stain the terrace of my heart with love,
Paints my centre piece, soul smeared in colorful
stuff.
My gaze belongs to your lusciousness & beauty
coffers.
Emphatic: Forceful conviction of our unison,
Reaching for ruins is our old comparison,
You took me by an expensive expected surprise
then touched the source set my heart arise.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 1st August, 2020.
Hammers, Slammers, Polly Pockets, My Little Pony, and Pogs
Back when my big sister collected frogs
Hello Kitty, Kerokeroppi, Badtz Maru
I'm bringing the 80's back to you
American Dolls, Cabbage Patch Kids, Kareoke Machines
These were the 80's toys - back when they were a thing
Saying: Rad, Dude, Far-Out, Cool, As If, and Hang Loose
D.A.R.E. to keep kids off drugs - at every participating school
Stupid fabricated lies about pot commercials (or weed)
To virtually f--k up our Stoner's Scene
Crazy-Daisies, Slip•N•Slides, Ferris Wheels, Graviton and carnival rides at fairs
Neon non-permanent colored hairspray in your hair
Nickle Nickle Arcades, Gigantic Pickles, Big Sticks
Froot•By•The•Foot, Pixie Sticks, Fun Dip, and Big League Chew
The Ice Cream Man, Vans, and butterfly kisses that children knew
Catching and trapping beach crabs in the sand
Basketball Hoops, A.Y.S.O. Soccer, Atari, Super Mario Man - and even more
Tinker•Toys, Sock 'em Bop 'em Robots, VHS, and burning CD's
With your Legos sprawled all across your grandmother's floor
No wireless phones and no Internet
Just wired landlines, dial-up, and pink butterfly nets
Mud pies, cigarette gum -
Back when being a child was fun
Bop•It and Twister, Monopoly, Game of Life, Mousetrap, Sorry, and Candyland
We can't forget Operation, Don't Break The Ice, Jenga -
And to remember to always play nice
Magic the Gathering, and Dungeons & Dragons - with dice
I miss these days - now that they are all gone ---
How many other kids had to come home
The moment those street lights came on?
Goldie Blocks had no fear of anything – not closets, the dark or stairs.
Faerie tales did not scare her, she did not fear lions, tigers or bears.
She is fearless, her mother and her father agreed about their child.
They allowed her to roam the land. Goldie Blocks was rather wild.
The neighbors said “I would raise her this way and that”.
Some thought she might need a paddling with a pit and a pat.
Her parents liked her confidence, and kept their way with her.
She grew up self-assured, honest, with integrity simple and pure.
She had no fear of adults, teachers, science, math or books.
Nursery rhymes had not frightened her – neither did knives or hooks.
She stomped on her nightmares and chased the bogey man away.
When bears woke her up from her nap, she was ready to play.
Memories
I tangled into your braid of
time past /present /bird eyes /
Strawberry lips /chewing jaw /
Carved marble /in the temple is your traditional nature /sun might be rise from west /it's not be shocking for sun /it takes a Fetch back to see your
Shine /Sand salt melt down in to the lime from you when you toiled for work /mountain look like mountain it's give you a stairway to climb up / memories are like heart burn into your heart /still I have the /
scare of your claws by wich/you conquer my dead blood /
which beeld......................... /
Happy republic day to all Indians
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
My heart goes weary; shrinking,
I can't think right.
My thoughts float sinking,
It won't go filming delight.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
The inner dinner of the believer,
Is a threat to standard.
The outer doubter of the sinner,
Is a blessing to substandard!
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Washing all hearts should become our aim;
In all words, acts are more of success
Crying with kindled souls turned a wailing game;
In all acts, words are more of distress.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Comfort cleanse depression,
Without traces of GUISE.
StaIwart brings impression,
Beyond shadows of DYES.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We wish but it is time for rebirth!
Now, we will please His WAYS,
Despite all our natures.
Then, we won't remove His BAIZE,
No matter how hard to bear a nomenclature.
When all we build for all,
Break into pieces and flew in dust.
We shall at will go for rebirth!
Hallelujah! He nailed himself this the cross;
For us, He endured the BEING loss.
Hosanna! He embraced all the wounds;
Not a single curse, His efforts are been crowned.
Yet, for us are his pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
Unto all is a life and its style,
Be ye man or woman.
Unto all is choice and its cost,
Be ye strong or weak.
Yet, for us are His pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
Don't be afraid of their smiles,
The enemies of great Aaron.
Rather, be joyous that they defrost,
Hence, doors of pretence freak.
Yet, for us are His pains,
To make sure we are ordained.
Lest, we may not have the gains.
He standout as the only One,
Pleading at the right hand of God
Despite our betrayals like Simeone,
He cares for all against every odd.
Happy to know you are willing...
Gracious you, should not lean on SELF.
Be open and call for His help killing...
Every hindrance knowledge binds on shelf.