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MISS CARLINA
Hey, dearly Miss Carlina,
your beauty radiates inner
and settles amicably on the outer.
Your vibes strike hard from distance,
And paint the colours of romance.
I welcome the allure your looks pose;
Joy is the fragrance your personality ooze
Inside out, your beauty shows.
Inside me, this feeling grows.
Maybe 'ts your hair, your outlook,
or your flare that took me off the hook
But most definitely it's your smiles,
Gosh! It's an aura even from miles.
In fear of the sunshine there lies
the lotus flower which trembles,
your strides turn both heads & tables.
Your beauty strikes off the hook.
Whenever I surf the net & Facebook,
looking out for your posts is my addiction,
they're needed in my vocabulary & diction.
You bloom & glow with(out) silver lining,
lookin' happier with e'ry pic sparkling & shining.
You exude grace with the perfect oval face.
I bask in your day's extendible preface.
Hello Miss Carlina Fulgern,
Swing to calypso & the rave of Naija Fuji,
dance to the rhythm of your favourite hit.
I'd play you b'day songs, R'n'B or Afrobeat,
Send you videos and funny skits
just to make your day & spill over till the next.
I'd gift you a garden of full green.
Curiosity gets the best of my smiles & grin
whenever I sight you from this internet world.
Never let your head be casted downward
cos a mustered smile is assuring than mere words.
Just like stems, continue to grow upwards.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme
Copyright ©? April 16th 2023
Dedicated to: Carlina Fulgern.
What is love my dear love?
When you cry, my heart weeps,
when you laugh, my heart rejoices,
when you have pain, my heart aches.
How much do I love you?
I am the bee, you are the honey,
I seek the fragrance, you are the jasmine,
I stare at the dark skies; you are there with silvery soothing light.
How deep is my love?
I am the heart, you are its beat,
I am the ocean, you are its waves,
I am the body; you are its soul.
How do I make you feel secure?
To survive, we all need dough,
We will share, all we will have,
Smart phone contents, may be too private to share,
Our own separate spaces, will help to dispel the fear,
Occasionally we will agree, to disagree on few issues,
Discussing the issues amicably, will solve the problems,
How strong is my love?
We may or may not be there life long,
But be assured,
I will be ever yours and you will be mine.
April 23, 2023
If I Were Your Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
You complain like the more you speak the closer the problem is to being solved,
Your volume raises and it speaks volumes to everything you don't understand
But who am I to judge
I'm still learning to heal and process just as much as you...I just don't like to ride rollercoasters
So my emotions rarely reach peak heights
I hate heights
Can we please just come back down to earth
Anger never helped anyone fly, and revenge only clips wings
I see your emotions have blinded you from that which you stand on
A pedestal next to your high horse
Let's ride the wave of decency for once and act amicably
But brokenness is more important to you, healing isn't attractive so neither is your tone
I'm done playing this verbal tag
I rather chase peace and dreams
You can keep chasing that worthless two cents
But the things worth more than anything is free
I'm not going to keep paying for conversation circles
p.s. I've got places to be...
Mirabelle orb ascends,
under clementine and pomegranate skies.
Absent,
in delight of daylight.
Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams.
Calm heart is an oceanic concerto,
flowing along sapphire tones.
Deep breaths walk upon water,
caressed by Poseidon's piano keys.
Pulsating palpitations beat eloquent echoes,
rousing freely along rhythmical ripples.
Searching for symphonic serenity -
composition of waves, amicably,
pave a path towards destiny.
Hope vibrates like Apollos's lyre and lute strings,
as winds whistle lost tunes from Athena's flute.
Melodies of the silent sea summon torpid tides,
as desire merges in harmony with the harbour -
passionately embracing barren shores.
Aroma of dusk's dew cools in night's velvet sheen,
as sinking sun is submerged into the deep blue sea.
Sprinkling of pearls appear - their reflection
shimmering upon watery midnight blue stillness.
In silent clarity of blackness,
flowing footfalls of fate purify -
awakening mind from its reverie.
The Silent One
6 September 2020
Mirabelle - a plum, also known as mirabelle prune or cherry plum, is a cultivar group of plum trees of the genus Prunus. It is believed that the plum was cultivated from a wild fruit grown in Anatolia.
Poseidon, in ancient Greek religion, god of the sea (and of water generally), earthquakes, and horses.
Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. His two musical instruments were the lute and the lyre.
Athena was a talented flute player, as she created it, but others ridiculed her when she played due to her cheeks. In disgust, she threw away the flute and said whoever picked it up and played it would be severely punished.
Many things analogous both of us dream,
But the way we think and act, quite different to both of us it may seem.
Though each of us judges by the deeds we do and the attitudes we keep,
Ultimately the karma we sow is the karma we reap.
Both of us desire a better way and name,
But can we really say this or acclaim?
Our thoughts oppose each other like the night and the day,
As the way we think and do is not in the same way.
Not a single way we amicably agree,
What’s apt for you, in no way seems correct to me.
And on all the topics we do not see eye to eye,
On different points of view we seemingly abide by.
At times within me we deliberate and ponder,
Why can bonds between us not grow fonder?
Why can’t your opinion be as good as mine?
Then both of us don’t have to between us whine.
Why can’t both of us agree to work this upon?
So our differences are all gone….
Let us give this a try,
And together agree without blinking an eye.
On the wall standing
Amidst the danger encroaching
Mirrors the alligator’s razors
Securely entrenched in mud waiting
A boa slides into the deep...
The seconds tick amicably.
A table for two served yet again
Another tango about to be untangled
Periodic busts of water
Jet from the sighing sea...
A canoe capsizes
In this noonday medley
A suckling amidst the troubled current
Heads gaily for the sea’s bed...
Another scene, the serene sea
Running a sapid gold hue
Allows a fluttering dove above admiringly
To the nonchalant glare
In the distant horizon
Of the setting sun.
Afar the mongrels howl
At grotesque elements from hade...
Suddenly Andromeda hurtles through the sky
In search of her Medusa-defeated lover
Provoking Hercules into a riotous laughter
As its echoes furious might does Atlantis in...
The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
now there are no battle of wills
now there are no feeble attempts to spotlight and emphasize
now there are no empty benefits that result in crystalline nothingness
now there is just us....pure and simple....back to cool via the agreement
we now take it light and watch the nightingale go crazy until death kicks down his door
we now wait to take flight for a few last hurrahs before we amicably part ways
the rain has now come yet so we kiss the unseen rainbow and return back to golden
the rain has not come yet so we have a few laughs while preparing ourselves secretly in our respective minds
now there are no accusations and unneeded advice
now there are no pillows thrown on the doghouse sofa for the effect of showing power
now there are no second chances left for we will soon pack our bookmarks and exit....stage right....
Like a baseball in a glove,
I took my place in the holly tree.
From here, they must come and listen,
It's a grand slam... I shall speak cordially.
I brought enough food
to stay for weeks
until my simple message is heard,
digested from I, who's mild and meek.
And so they came,
authorities, family and friends
to see a spectacle in a tree;
Time moved slowly as did more attend.
I spoke my words,
peacefully;
"They are out to get me,
with numerology!".
Though deaf ears listened
with arms outreached,
"Please come down,
we are hear to help", spoked amicably.
So to the ground
I made my way...
I was running the bases,
but it was not my play.
And this is where my journey began...
Hospitals, jail and doctor's rooms!
My message was never heard,
as it was left up in the holly tree tomb.
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
Life is full of oddities
Which can give it variety
And every now and then
Even cause soe anxiety
He was a man of character.
He trod his own path,
Kept his undies in the fridge
And his coal in the bath.
When she moved in she,d
Found that rather strange
But she hoped in time
She could help him change.
Her background after all
Wasn’t all that posh
She could just about manage
With her weekly strip wash.
And every other month
He’d clear a path from the door
As he shovelled all the coal
Onto to the bathroom floor,
And he very quickly learned
Rinsing the bath was a must
Otherwise her bath water was
Full of floating coal dust
And so they’d proceded amicably
Until things got a rather strained
She’d tripped on a lump of coal,
One ankle being badly sprained.
But, theres always compromise
If you’re willing and you”re able
And he started storing the coal
Under their kitchen table.
He found it rather strange
That she now bathed every day
But finally accepted that
It was her own peculiar way
And he so very quickly went,
And changed his own attitude
When night after night, after night
She eagerly displayed her gratitude.
Thus they progressd to
A happy happy life
And very soon after he
Took her to be his wife.
The moral of this little tale
You can walk your own path
But if you want to please your bird
Dont keep your coal in the bath.