Long Acme Poems
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As the blow of hard times profoundly strikes,
ever so strongly my private space in disarray,
I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable,
never to be invaded in the sanctum of the inner woods
for the soul to be preserved in aberrant insulation.
I become an insane prisoner of my making,
held captive behind the fragile walls of volatile psyche.
I find you disappear like mist away from my garden,
takng the fragrance of flowers I love to see bloom.
I'm caught in the dichotomy web of derangement,
whether to break the wall or stay secluded in the cage.
When the time comes to travel to the twilight hotizon,
the instinct of self-preservation dwindles in debris.
The wall collapses with the senile sense of frenzy,
I see the last sunray drizzle through the wood's canopy
from the seraphic sky where my soul flies like a bird.
I embark on the inward flight with illumined insight,
the marooned mind gains the wise vision of the truth,
gets guided by the sacred signposts on the pathway
for the karmic journey to the ultimate destination.
I lift the sunken hopes to the acme of divine madness,
the horizon of soul gleams with the spiritual light,
kindles within the beacon of enlightened consciousness,
as my perceptive being imbibes the heavenly essence.
Images surge through April bold, a magical thrill I do behold;
Across the earth a glorious rite, surpassing human delight.
Clouds descend with minty air, their luster beyond compare ;
This tableu...a prelude call, as peaks of my soul's climb enthrall!
Such grandeur holds out its charms, when crest of nature's glow disarms,
And her pomp explodes on skies that resonate with my sighs...
To bask within this flaming scheme; earth reaches its height, supreme
As ecstasy fills the whorl where mirth and magic unfurl
A canticle rings out so soft as ingots of stars flick, aloft...
finally the view is set in one fire glow I can't forget;
sweet the acme of divine core as my exultations soar!
The apex of an orange is the same,
a philosopher's allegory for humans.
In a world of metered verse and rhyme,
orange is an unlit shadow-show on Plato's cave—
pock-marked, blind, drying rind, lying in wait
to find its rhythm, sway its way into acceptance.
Slow dance on the walls of interrupted light,
hiding what's outside—inside itself a growing need
to see where sunlight is born, know itself in reflection
and know the name of a new day is Dawn.
No matter how perfect a form in the dark,
there's no substitute for a citrus kiss of vitamins
when the stone rolls away from an opening
to reveal the orange sun rise.
Written: July 5th 2024 For Edward Ibah contest
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We didn't wish to climb afar and face rattlesnakes.
Sanguine torrents cling to an impact for life's sake.
A ferrous soul gulps to be coveted as I decry.
Pearl Rivulets will smile if my name arises after I die.
Horrific epiphany may I be an independent man?
Having the charm of a heart to incite a warm span.
How could I escape the cryptic cenotaph misery?
And how my life can brim vermilion vesication jittery.
Escorting as a scarlet orb underneath the surface?
A rebellious breach of nectar threatens my life.
That elevated me from Venus thrall to strife.
Yet the battle was doomed to fail furnace.
O bestow upon me a heart of gold.
Through the tangled web of stings, withhold
And relieve the pollen pain that keeps me down.
Raising the radius of a field by slowing the iris crown.
I have a jar of venom at Fastigium or Acme.
Pulchritude lips fall on a mirror in front of her.
Etching her jailed irade within a tenebrous lair.
I can't bear her veil of solipsism to drag me.
My feral nature shatters reality into a kaleidoscope.
None will offer a free zenith or a thrilling scry scope.
I will be driven into styx abyss if I sit and dream.
Rage will ruin me as soft linen on the insane seam.
Ferrous flavor fetches my soul into a frightful scoff.
My zenith is over; I am ready for an elf metamorph.
My lost spirit is drifting away in the maelstrom.
After pure bliss, it's time to escape this chthonic dorm.
LONELY AT THE TOP
Amidst the cheers, a lonesome sound,
A throne of solitude, I have found.
The top is where victory flames brightly burn.
After the wars, I'm still sticking to my gun.
Though my victories swim in melancholy,
Even the laurels didn't bring good jolly.
My eye weep sore in a lamboginny,
the search for serenity births cacophony.
OML!!! How have I gotten here,
Constructing this barren atmosphere?
I've been writing songs from my eyelids,
My voice behind stereos are mere reeds
And my tears are the ink from a ball pen.
Drowning but they never understood back then.
How am I here?
Staring at starry stars with stained stare,
celebrating a fraction in intoxicated cheer,
whereas those victories are mere two-thirds.
I spent an hour writing just four words:
"Lonely At The Top."
Fame offers material love built on tin ropes,
But don't allow adulation to raise your hopes,
Though I see the acme & peak of glory,
a lofty height, where the world views my story.
The top's lonesome throne of solitude,
Still vulnerable despite the fortitude.
My happiness is simply collateral.
My expensive protection isn't even eternal.
Yet my shadow dances in golden light,
Ephemiral ambience is my co delight.
Rubbies are the least I could offer,
Dollars & pounds scattered on my sofa
But a voice keeps telling me it's over
when I was trying to have a ball,
Shopping carelessly in nature's mall.
"You won't be top forever," the voice whispers.
"You'll answer the clarion's call in death fitters."
It's lonely at the top.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? October 2023.
WILE E. COYOTE
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With ACME’s ludicrous gadgets galore, in the desert Wile E. Coyote plots
Builds rockets and traps that his nemesis, the Roadrunner, inevitably spots.
*“Beep! Beep!” Road Runner zips past with a dare, and with a tumble and crash
Wile onto the desert does splat; undaunted, he sends ACME more cash.
Poem written for and submitted to Cartoon Characters Clerihew Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchen, sponsor, August 11, 2025
*Note:“Beep! Beep!” This onomatopoeia is commonly associated with the Road Runner in Looney Tunes cartoons featuring the speedy-yet-flightless bird and his constant pursuer, Wile E. Coyote.
(Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beep,_beep_(sound))
Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux
a worse hellish fate than perdition
At least forty eight hour time span
lapsed whereby big boy wanted to cry
explaining how yours truly
felt he would die
an undertaking malaise
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
a bowel movement,
wherein waste unable to expel
from the anus of this guy,
which bout with rectal obstruction
found me doubled over
with lower abdominal distress
whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright
(with back padded with pillows
against the cellar brick wall),
thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed on a previous occasion
to muster the means to bare
frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
the Acme brand Metamucil,
which akin to Drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract
supposedly loosening the stools,
which optimism (product
didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent
to cease LivingSocial would try
humph enjoining this lxii year old married male
to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure
to this common fellow invoking libretto
ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
without successful defecation
despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered out
five foot and ten inches of lovely bones,
thence mouthing retraction
of former thought to cease existing
though a non-bull lever
in any power broker qua mankind
relief at long last
provided posterior answered prayer
yet, this scrivener
scrutinizes his recurring
pain in the ass jagged torture
and asks a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
As of early August 20th, 2021-
I finally move bowels but...
mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
stasis of lower bowel found yours truly
doubled over in gastrointestinal agony
as if elephant or red (livid with rage)
bull thrust his tusk into mine tush
ah...voila... hence subsequently I tout
blessed magic of laxatives
Amitiza, Dulcolax, and Miralax
relieving lower abdominal and rectal
discomfort agonizing me dawn to dusk.
What would God pay for my soul
What if i told him no
the acme cartoon jaw
hits the floor
If time travel is possible
why the hell go back
Even Confucius swore
Plato banged his big toe
time when Einstein didn't know
Choosing between either or or
Ripping the mirror apart
same image
on every part
The universe smiled at me today
and i could only see the creases
Spent my best times with the breeze
seconds see night and day
For in the moments used
is where i laze
This dogs day afternoon
spent waiting for the moon
Suns reflection stored within the corner of my eye
Just like smoke mixed with evergreen mist
Sea froth bubbles to extinction
Pick my words for me
but be gentle
the stones have bruised
my mind
but unblemished
me at the core
as you leave
would you mind
closing the door
Zenith of perfection is the aim of my existence.
My pilgrimage towards this, I know, is my persistence.
I align my senses like a predator towards prey.
My physique and psyche are synthesised in every way.
The social fibre in me, like thread in linen, is knit.
Doesn't the quiver of optimism endlessly transmit?
I dig the mines of cores of self-searching for the truth.
Thoughts, words, and actions are in unfeigned perpetual youth.
The fulfilment of feelings flows towards fullness of life.
Between uprightness and vileness, there is a constant strife.
Virtues, like treasures of vast oceans, are hidden within
Could stains of sin, before relentless goodness ever win?
Divinity, like vast skies, endlessly gets expanded.
Fullness of spirit within innermost shrines is implanted.
Values are revalued. Sensual pleasures are channelled.
Hindrances towards integral liberation are annulled.
All that the almighty meant for humans to be is won.
Eternally, in everything, the divine will is done.
Upon the mountaintop where eagles soar,
Above the clouds, where dreams take flight so high,
A world of endless blue and golden lore,
Where sunlit peaks embrace the open sky.
Here, courage blooms in hearts that dare to climb,
Each step a testament to strength and will,
Where stars align to mark the passage time,
And hopes ascend, with destiny to fill.
In this realm of peaks, where shadows fade,
Ambition’s fire ignites the soul’s bright flame,
Through challenges that life may ever laid,
To reach Acme, and conquer every aim.
For in the heights where dreams and visions roam,
Acme awaits, the summit of our home.