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summer birth
lots of crying and whining
wanting a bottle
angry about my allergies
sniffling and snarling
autumn childhood
love for witches, jack-o-lanterns and ghosts
developing fantastical stories about Dracula and Frankenstein
enjoying literature, reading seven books a day
that is all the library will let me have at a time
winter nudges my Achilles’ heel
my asthma is triggered by the cold weather
I live in a climate where I tend to get pneumonia
I have lots of hospital stays, my health is waning
Spring brings me hope
I have retired, my days are all play now
I can do what I want when I want
my cup is full of joy and gratitude for a terrific life.
A final song to sing
Life is getting hard
Not a thing you can do
Day dreaming
Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you
One more song to sing
Voice of an asylum forager
Choice to become a cultural voyager
Pictures are taken
But perfection is split and edited
I move mountains if I could
But that state of mind is not understood
The price you pay
For having a small paradise in hell
Like loving a widower
An Achilles with a sense of compassion
Minus the expense and lashings
Was going to sell my bed to pay rent
Some of us appreciate the absence of zero
But no one truly admires a fictional hero
If all A is B and all B is C
but doesn’t equal something
Then C is the unsound value of nothing
An outcast because I have a sense of morals
A list of things to do, plural
Only in triumph
Will you find a cure for your fall
Hitting walls in my mind
Did you forget you were human
Brush your hair away from your eyes
For god doesn’t cry
Poets getting scarce
I’m starting to paint
Portraits of where you are
I’m beginning to faint
Repent
Ask your lord for help
No Mercy
He’s not listening to you
Enjoy your final breath
Are you worthy
The worlds a fast place
But you’re in no hurry
I’m alone
No tomorrow
To reach for
And I miss you
If your life is a story what will be your titled page?
Will it be just a kindle format or a hardback
I wonder what the pages would spell like
May be of mystery, misery, love, hate, shelter or war
Will there be children crying on the front headlines;
Riots .Or will there be flowers planted on the front
pages to tell how beautiful your emotion is, may be
berries .will it be a blue berry or red berry .Or a rose
flower. Will the pages speak for themselves.
If your life was a book what will you name it?
Will it be a novel or a novela, a play or poem
An essay or a memoir written
Will it be in rhymes, a sonnet, an epic or just free verses
I wonder if it will be a photocopy of another man's pages
Will the chapters spell love or hatred , well spent or regret
Who will be in your acknowledgement?, and
dedicated to who?
Will you be the hero or villain, the Jack or Rose ,
the Romeo or Juliet
Achilles, Hector, Paris, or Helen of Troy
If your life was a book what will you name it
What would the world read of it?
Please Tell!!!
By Gideon Idudje
DELINEATION OF BEAUTY
Mary, you might not be the mother of Jesus
but you murder other beauty cos you're gorgeous.
Just like Annabella, your hair resonates
with the book character & beautifies my sonnets.
Your lashes slashes the aches of my Achilles
And smouldered the debris of ranches.
Your eyeliner takes me on a flight,
to and fro, witnessing the highs and lows in sight.
With eyes like spies looking like signs
release all my sighs, peering with sharp sights.
Your eyes speak to me softly, with no lies.
Gray is the colour that you wear on your eyes,
So I stare at it, eye for an eye,
hoping something strikes between you and I.
Even though you brought the bags,
carelessly accompanying the eyes
I will take away all your stress and jetlags.
Your pointed nose shows me where to go,
You put a ring on it just as your fingers want it too.
Your lips are the fiber my mouth longs for.
Let's mix a love portion & invent much more.
Your jaws are made to be gently touched,
sensually held and nicely clutched.
Your creamy body soothens my heart & soul.
You carry cleavage wey dey high me like soso.
Now, you just teleported me from English to Pidgin
Can we start calling and messaging?
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? June 2023.
This is a poem about addiction and the life style that goes hand in hand with
the addict. The Lady In White is a metaphor that the addicts choice is a White
powder or rocky substance. E.G. Methamphetamine, Cocaine, China White...
I have struggled with addiction all my life......
A warning to you dancing with the Lady in White,
Her medicine stuns, leave’s you HIGH as a kite.
You think back and wonder how it got here,
There are gaps and things are fuzzy nothing is clear
A hungry gorilla lives on your back,
His only purpose is to get a fat sack.
The things you will do and the things you say,
MR. Gorilla will get his way.
How do you kill the beast, the beast is you?
You allowed him in gave yourself up to.
IT takes a lifetime for you to see what's real,
The death of you, your Achilles' heel.
Even knowing you are still willing to play,
If you’re lucky you get to live another day.
Another day is just a day you must hustle,
Sometimes it’s the brain other times it’s all muscle.
It brings temporary pleasure but at what cost,
Among the living are the dead in the land of the lost.
It is powerful overwhelms you and me,
Bounded by chains you cannot break-free.
The lies, dirty deeds and all the shady tricks,
Chasing the bag for your next fix.
I once had hope and dreams to pursue,
Getting High is all you want to do.
The only thing in life I regret,
Is the day The Lady in White and I met…….?
Old man looking over at me across an empty park bench,
He was slightly smelly, unkempt and I was uncomfortable.
And he sneered at my paisley tie and at my penny loafers,
And I saw his own toes were wiggling in the open air.
Then the old man laughed out loud, sprayed the air with saliva,
He said, ‘I’m sorry to deprive ya of any form of dignity.
‘But once I was just like you, a slave to the corporate.’
I said, “Don’t be a hypocrite. Give me the benefit of the doubt.”
I said, “You really should not judge, walk a mile in my shoes.”
So, he stole my shoes and I haven’t seen him since.
Now I don’t know what the record is but it’s less than four minutes
And the odds are diminishing that he’s going to return.
And my feet are getting kind of cold and I’m looking pretty silly
Almost kind of like Achilles, with my skinny ankles sticking out.
At least he left my wallet though he took the cash I carried,
But that’s almost customary any time you’re being robbed.
And he seemed very nice once he got past his emotion
And his preconceived notions of who I had to be.
I said, “You really should not judge, walk a mile in my shoes.”
But he stole my shoes and I haven’t seen him since.
Isn’t it strange that we can’t change.
But then again, maybe we can.
But on the other hand… nevermind.
I don’t understand.
The cops weren’t very helpful, they were too busy laughing
At the people photographing the wiggling of my toes.
And I have learned my lesson though it’s painful to admit
That I cannot even outwit a drunk out on the street.
I say, “You really should not judge, walk a mile in my shoes.”
But he stole my shoes and I haven’t seen him since.
8/10/17
Be careful what you ask for
Next thing you know it wasn't all that great, or you want even more
This isn't the same old spiel
I'll tell you something real
Everyone has an 'Achilles heel'
Speaking the truth, life is rather short
Don't be a poor sport
The ball is in your court
You are really barking up the wrong tree
If you think you're godly
Compared to everybody
Only here once
No ifs ands or buts
All eventually bite the dust
It's not all make believe
From A to Z
Others will always meddle
I don't care if you believe in god or the devil
Better grasp the nettle
Instead of trying to always settle
If you want to reach a higher level
Again
I'll hit the nail on the head
Don't get misled
We all wind up dead
I'm going to call it a day
But not going to throw it all away
"Your muscles hold memories", didn't you know,
your posture, past injuries, so better go slow..
"No pain, no gain" leaves one worse for the wear,
a torn achilles, a rotator tear..
Is your core soft? Do you have pain in your back?
"Your muscles work in pairs, and take up the slack".
I will say these cliches before performing a massage,
and then I get lost in my effleurage...
I became a massage therapist at the age of fifty,
at the time, I thought it quite nifty..
Energy work has been fascinating for certain but now
at times my poor back is a hurting...
I now get massages more regularly, so I can keep
practicing, naturally...
Appointment to have organ removed by robot-assisted surgeon.
Air-conditioned, no mosquitoes in the OR. When you arrive
You'll remove all your clothes. Naked before the ladies, nurses
Who have seen it all before. Mainly remember you're not unique.
Think about the government while they're mixing up the medicine.
There's always governance even if there's little or no government.
Back to counting backwards. Inside out, if I die, will I know it?
At 70, Jack's running the gauntlet with some skill!
Benny Golson wonders aloud what might have been
Had Clifford Brown not been killed in that auto accident.
Jack's girlfriend once said he was the reincarnation of Clifford
But he doesn't believe in ghosts, karma or an afterlife.
Benny's old girlfriend Betty inspired the tune Along Came Betty
And that's the most afterlife Benny or Betty's gonna get.
The Trojan bench being not as deep as the Greek
Once Sarpedon and Hector go down even the lucky shot
To Achilles' feet is not enough to save the town.
Aeneas is no match for wily Odysseus
Although unbeknownst to all he has the last laugh when Rome
Conquers Athens, the Myrmidons, what's left of Ilion
And the whole known world from India to Britain.
It's not bad to acknowledge death's primacy
Although after a while you stop remembering
To fear. That's when everything becomes clear
Purpose v. purposelessness matters less,
Anomie v. rule of law, that's a preference
Love v. loneliness, worth about 25 cents
Or a million bucks in the light of the holocaust.
Nothing but light, love and the majesty of death in the room.
Machines stand ready like marines, their beauty is in the motion
That overcomes inertia. The food supply is deeply compromised
So eat whatever you want. Mourning the dead is part of the business
Of healing and staying alive. When you get to the afterlife, walk with eyes
open,
Ocotillo and cactus may be in flower. The robot does the work, imposes
Its own small order, like a girl on a bicycle with disorder in her hair.
Pass a million cars on my way
Back to the small room that I called my home
Getting stuck in traffic physically and mentally
So fast and alone
Little dusky dewdrops cascading upon all my memories
Of that year
Back when I'd get stuck in traffic
Just to help you relieve of all your fears
Hey, you're fine
Come sit along with me in my room
Crank your 3DS speakers
Our hunt began
You'd hold me close and we'd melt down to
Our tender bases then
Brightly shining summer sun illuminating pages
That were so rare
Recommend me favorite teas and offer me some prime loose leaf
To warm our air
Weighed down by my laptop bag for some useless class
I'd drop anyway
Hear the legends singing things I still haven't forgotten
Unto this day
Hey, I'm fine
My room's been empty ever since then
Except for your memory
I relived
Every time I'd need some fuel
To help me make it through the cold nights
Slaying chaos druids on my seventh cup of coffee
Outside, there's snow
Cold December raindrops clinging to my windowsill
That we used to know
I remember the frosty zephyrs and how we'd crack it open
To breathe deeply
Smell the frost of Winter, cooling skin and warming hearts
As you'd cling to me
It was never fine
You know it died when we first gave up
Buried in a cemetery
Built for pets
You came to tear out my Achilles
And you knew that I would let you then
Here alone in my room nearly one thousand days later
And still thinking
Not about returning but just joy I felt back then
Dangled from a string
We're both living our best lives and cursing each other
Unto this day
I know that I once loved you but it's not the case anymore
I can safely say
Hey, I'm fine
Drinking fresh September dewdrops
Getting drunk on nostalgia
I don't mind
The memory of you and me
Doesn't burn anyway anymore
So, it's fine
A thousand days have passed and I'm alive
Drunk but feeling sober
I'm alright
More dusky drive than winter traffic
I've already rolled back home now.