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CHILDREN AND THE PHONE
Children stumbling upon the wonder of a phone,
Can turn the mundane into a humor-filled zone.
Giggling and squirming, full of curiosity,
They stumbled upon a wild world of hilarity.
They tapped carelessly and swiped with glee,
Engaging hands on screen like a busy bee,
Unleashing memes & jokes for each other to see.
GIFs of dancing animals and wacky cats,
The children laughed until they collapsed.
Autocorrect played its mischievous part,7
Turning innocent words into works of art.
"Banana" became "bandana" in a bizarre twist,
Leaving the children in fits of giggles & jest,
The contents of the phone they couldn't resist!
Photos of silly faces and funny little hats,
A treasure trove of moments where laughter chats.
Snapchat filters turned them into aliens and clowns,
Duck-danced to the dull and danceable sounds,
The children laughed so hard, they woke towns,
Rolling on the floor & cracking with a bounce.
Their innocent play brought joy to the screen,
As each discovery made their laugher keen.
The phone became a portal to a world of hilarity,
A monumental sweet escape from reality's austerity.
But as time passed & the phone owner returned,
The kids couldn't stop the laughter they had sojourned.
But their mummy, silent & still, after her return,
Shook her head and smiled with little concern.
A reminder of the joy the children did discern.
For children stumbling upon the wonder of a phone,
Can turn the mundane into a humor-filled zone.³¹
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
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.
A captain american t-shirt clung to her chest. She held no plans for her future, only wanted to move out west. She was confident that once she landed there, she could figure out the rest. Some times melancholy and given to the blues, went by the name of Holly, both arms covered in tattoos. Her hair was thick and wirey with shades of purple hues, last seen on a Kansas highway, which left no other clues. Her family dialed the cell phone which went to voice mail, by the time the police were called, it was a very cold trail. The detective couldn't have been any kinder but reminded Holly's dad that she's no longer a minor. A canine unit was dispatched but the dogs couldn't find her.
Holly's story, a familiar heart break, a parent's worse fears. They never gave up looking for her, persevered for many years. Holly had a life to live, a need to express herself but became another woman missing, a condensed file on the shelf.
CHRONICLES OF 3 DEAD BLACK MEN & ALTON
Louisiana: Alton Sterling shot dead.
Crime: selling CDs outside a grocery shop?
Outcome: "No charges for police over death",
says The Department of JUSTICE. Yes, 'justice'.
Methinks the last word above is misspelt.
They said: "No sufficient evidence",
Yet, video footage spread everywhere.
And so, death strikes. . .
three (3) black birds,
Six (6) years apart;
A thousand tears in New York,
hundreds of wailing, Georgia sobs,
a whole race & souls mourn in Minnesota
as we recount the tale of a white lion & curb
out on an hunting spree,
Gregory, former police officer (64)
and son Travis McMichael (34) in a truck
pursued a 25years old black lamb,
gunned down the lamb like it's a game,
Ahmaud Arbery was to be the sacrifice
to the gods above the law
and so...his vibrating breath seized,
his flesh mutter to his departing spirit soul:
"I can't breathe"
just like 2015, we reminisce
Eric Garner's last words:
"I can't breathe"
and now,
George Floyd's swansong:
"I can't breathe".
Garner growled 11 times
after being throat cooked by men in black,
Floyd muttered in 15 times
after being strangled by Derek's cursed knee,
Arbery jogged then ran the race of his life
till he got holes in him straight to death,
Devil had the smoking gun of a white dad
and son all to thank.
One simple question needing answer:
Is the game of Numbers being played against us?
In loving memory of late Alton Sterling, Ahmaud Arbery, Eric Garner & George Floyd.
VickWizzy.
Form: Narrative.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 28th, 2020
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A lone wolf, Karlow listened to the jagged parts of herself
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.
She had renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.
Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.
Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful.
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before who arrived on a star.
When I entered this pub,
Everything was messy,
Ladies here appeared ill mannered
And their faces old for the job.
Painted in make ups,
Shorts skirts with slits,
Exposing bleached thighs
I pitied with men here,
Spending all their fortune
The music was loud
And the smoke was choking
I said to myself,
"Not more than one glass"
Suddenly, I have lost count,
Not only of glasses, but bottles,
And money to spend
My new language-
"Waiter, one more! "
I think I am Drunk.
Suddenly, all girls are young,
Their skin is tender,
And their moves seductive.
I suddenly, love their dressing
Now they are all beautiful.
I think I am Drunk.
Suddenly, I call on the DJ:
"DJ, increase the volume! "
And to the crowd of smokers,
I shout, "Puff it out! "
I think I am drunk.
Suddenly, I feel so rich,
I move from table to table
ordering waiters to add more drinks.
And when they hail me,
I throw cash at them.
I think I am drunk.
I've Drunk my all
And people have Drunk too
On my bill
I've lost my way,
I've lost my all
And my mind too
I think I am Drunk.
As I want to leave,
I face the barman,
My phone, jacket and car keys
held in custody —
Until I pay the debt.
Can bottles of wine taste different
even if made from the same grapes?
Yes, said the wise old gran,
it all depends on the cellar!
Can jewellery be priced different
even if made from the same gold?
Yes, said the wise old gran,
it all depends on the seller!
Can pairs of shoes wear out different?
even if made of the same leather?
yes said the wise old gran,
it depends on the cobbler!
Can two brothers be good and bad,
even if they go to the same school?
Yes, said the wise old gran,
it all depends on the mother!
“a gift from heaven this life is,” said gran,
“it all depends on what we make of it,”
“learn to live through changing times,”
but stay true in all weather!
Written 9/11/2021
I saw him standing on the limb and I wondered about his sanity.
The last time I had seen Green Bat Clock Man was on my vanity.
I’ll jump! He yelled to the crowd of robins gathered around to stare.
I watched him do an entirely crazy summersault high jump in the air.
He’s chained! Ted yelled; He’ll break his neck; fall in the inner cove!
The chain unraveled as if by magic as the Green Bat Clock man dove.
He’s a wizard one screamed as he landed on his well-endowed feet.
He’s a mystical clock, yelled my cousin Jeb, love child of Uncle Pete.
Green Bat Clock Man flew up to the limb and did it again and again.
What do you think of him? I asked my not-easy-to-please identical twin.
She sniffed. I think he’s still a show off, and not to my taste at all.
She was still angry that he had left her broken hearted in the fall.
it was not the creaking door that scared me so,
not the nightly thunder and that lonely crow,
what gave me shivers was jingle of anklets,
as I hid deep under cover of blankets,
they passed me by across daddy’s bedroom door,
like someone was pacing the grand marble floor!
perhaps ghost of a dancer who comes to haunt?
or was it a prank, played by my naughty aunt?
I talked to my mother to share my night fears,
she kissed me on my forehead and wiped my tears,
that night we sprayed the floor with washing liquid,
waited in my room, behind door mother hid,
past midnight then no jingling anklets were heard,
father heard the story and thought it absurd!
problem was solved when we saw Roosevelt!
the thieving neighbours cat had jingles on belt!
2nd Placement
Written 14/10/2021
Something Spooky poetry contest
Tania Kitchin sponsored
11 syllables each line!
Trees are alive. I have eyes. We look at "Trees" as we ride or walk by. Trees seem to have "Eyes". Does that"Tree" see you when you water it or touch it or when you cut it down to try to rebuild your home town? "Trees are "Alive"."Trees " will survive,and do survive,and "Trees " help keep those on this "Earth Alive"! I lye between my womans "Thighs when I look her in her beautiful "Eyes". Trees have always sheltered us: We who are "Humans"Animals,insects,birds,and those that live in the "Trees"would be "Dead"and in their "Graves"without "The Creator" who "Created "The Tree" that has given "Shelter"to us all to include you and me.Where would you and me be without the bush branch,and the "TREE"?The "Tree Of Life" is all right ,because it has been extended to you and me,and that is why we have not found ""The Eyes" that exist in a "TREE"!Does the "Trees and Bushes have "Eyes" that we have not "Discovered Yet"? I am a "Scientist"and a Poet"who realizes that all is not known by man or any life form." The Corona Virus " has caused a "Hell Storm" and is doing serious harm!!! Do "Trees and Bushes" see us when we walk by? We need to discover where "Trees and Bushes and Plants" have a seeing "Eye". Do the roots of a "TREE" see us when we are buried and in our graves?We who are logical realize that "Trees" mainly grow in "The Ground" that we walk on and stays "Together",and helps us overcome stormy unpredictable weather in our days here on earth. "Where did "GOD" put "The Eyes" on "The Trees"? That baffels me"! God gave "Creatures Eyes" so that we can see! Is a "Tree" a "Creature",or something without eyes that can see?Echo Location is in a "Tree". Is that how a "Tree" can see"?I see the "TREE". Does the "TREE" see me? Where did "GOD" put the "EYES" on the "TREE"?Sometimes "The Lord God Almighty" tickels me",because I really think that a "Tree" can "SEE". There is "Someone" who knows what goes on "Behind Closed Doors". Can "Plants" really see"? That is a "Mystery".It is a "Plants Eyes" that we cannot see,and have not discovered,above or below ground as the sun comes shinning down: It is "The Tree" or Plants Eyes that we cannot see: Look at a "Tree". It looks at you and me,and at "Eternity". It is bound in "GOD'S Earth" for the "Eternity that it sees and does see where it wants to be! Happy Eternally.Amen In Jesus Name I Pray.