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Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse,
casts its august shroud on benign witness,
shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift,
encompass cosmopolitan and temporal,
incongruous to flaccid predilection feigned,
astute statue of nuance and nicety,
crosses annual acme’s snowflake whirl,
Christmas that propitious seasonable fount,
amid the merriment and jubilation stirred,
can wry dispensation be somehow drowned,
sculpted mould epitomising solemn pearls,
to counter spartan sparkle an uneven match,
for the blissful bubble oft recurrent judder,
though evaluation oscillates on this thorny subject,
palatial gift as lavish token bountiful toward,
unswerving fellow pilgrims of our jagged journey,
despite the avalanche of advertiser’s counterfoil,
triumphant warm rush Burra Din advantage,
can engender migrating episodes deft mutual,
as the Buddha manifests a dovetail harmony,
strained coexistence with December frolic
in the most enshrined but unforeseen locations,
where Buddha influencer might drop wry hints,
juxtapose amidst jollied Christmas victuals,
where bear necessity bordering on martyrdom,
is gratuitously extolled in quaint quintessential quote,
that arrant caustic jibe at the apparently trivial,
the importance of recurring benchmark scope,
as that valid institution built on solid query,
might be seen as an awkward encroachment,
to the much pilloried fanfare of modern life,
changes are afoot when blind pursuit exhales,
has in zoom of instance been Buddha fostered,
if one probes forensically profound into the furore,
where future life burden is an exponential angst,
so abundant amid a sinister spiralling pessimism,
the seeds have been planted in a sprouting urn,
for above the shoulder carry torch consciousness,
a synchronous embryonic Buddha ethos at the core,
one is cognisant of this in zealous online sweeps,
where a budding spirit Christmas mosaic adjunct,
is a Buddhaesque nod on foot of wellness kinship
to concatenate shrouded inkling o’er enduring quest,
on the universal isthmus of humanity plagued by panacea,
one suspends as Buddha meets Christmas on a jubilant,
December day exuding generous exchange across the globe,
it’s a down the centuries dilemma entangled in time,
I SHOT THE PREACHER MAN™
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.
Arrant debacle of the anointed one
And dark child claiming identity of God's son.
Am just a little boy and not being punitive
But defiantly cantankerous and emotive,
No regret for my actions but now a fugitive,
Fugitive of my own premeditated atrocity
instead of the uproar of the city
Or the thought of the men in black
Even though it cost peace and keeps me on my track.¹°
Couldn't wait to eradicate that unwanted page,
Only the deed can placate a long rage.
Rage of being a molestation victim for years
And I couldn't even confide in my jesty peers.
You were the bully that wouldn't let go
Even many times when I said "No"
You still continued ripping apart my body and soul.
You were a shepherd to me in the sanctuary
But a wolf outside the congregation armoury
To defile me timelessly, ignoring the Law, what an effrontery²°
I should never be an "entrance" for no one,
you caused me pain physically, made me burn.
Sunday morning, on pulpit, you're the "light of the world"
But weekly when Mom leaves me with you for a word,
you're the darkness and fire eating-up my soul.
PreacherMan once said "we'll all reap what we sow".
You taught me about David & Goliath in service
Then, I began seeing you as Goliath, as you stir up malice.
Mom named me David, I was so little at 7.
I imagined how someone like you'll make heaven.
Child molestation wasn't what my parents bargained for.
You've been a thorn in my flesh since 4
Till you orchestrate the truncation of your own life,
leaving behind your innocent children and wife.
So just like David in the Bible I sort bravery,
even without stones, sling or any armoury.
Soliloquizes and quizzed my memory,
"in case he dodges a stone entering his eye socket,
he definitely wouldn't do same for a bullet".
I had no choice since mother wouldn't heed my voice
and father's never around but only sends toys.
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.4²
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 15th, 2021.
Since world war 2, there have been more and more oversea scientific and academic centers and institutions co-established for united research and development, more and more trading and financial hubs and bodies set for cross-continental transactions through systematized logistic and settlement networks. In addition, U.S. has military bases and installations worldwide strewn for the holding of strategic points, prompt reactions and other necessary operations. Along with the augmentation of the aforesaid factors, international interaction and interpenetration across many areas have promoted a full-fledged system in accordance with which ceaseless traffics from every corner around the world shuttle and circulate day by day, year after year. Leaving these links and bonds unattended is tantamount to disowning these assets and the rights and duties associated therewith. Stripping away due duty and diligence from this system which has already registered American deep participation and its leading role will certainly incur worrisome contests, overt and covert, by and between insidious coveters and consequently place the entire world under a dangerous uncertainty. In sum, there have been so much interests distributed all over the world since 1945 that no latitude should be allowed for any form of resumption of isolationism, which is virtually little short of arrant abandonment in today's international political context.
Just for want of a nail, the shoe was lost. It's hard to imagine how the federal functionality fails or falters when in want of a good leadership; It's hard to imagine how seriously its normal course of action may be twisted, its planning and executive efficacy mangled and its morals and ethos corrupted.
Impacted by the monstrous mockery of the so-called democratic model of the free world, various extremisms began to bulk large both within and outside America the way hundreds of hydras ride the waves of memetic momentum.
Rog the funambulist
A paragon was Rog, heroic in the air, without airs
One of the most magnificent funambulists at ease
Whether walking a rope or flying on a trapeze,
Though he blessed the earth with no dauntless heirs.
None could ever hope to meet his burly like again.
How admirable was the way he stood, so poised
Muscles taut on his tightrope, the crowd un-noised
Agog, as he stepped off his platform drum, laden
With two massive iron balls held above his head
With nothing but his huge iron-bar moustache
To balance him, and a saving sense of panache.
Rog was unembarrassed though unencumbered.
He bore no unnecessary clothing, as he began to stride
Going forward, forty feet above the hard ground,
Looking straight ahead, as the crowd made no sound,
Eyes turned up at his almost bare bottom, and sighed
They gazed in awe, hushed in uncritical admiration,
As Rog held a two hundred pounds weight of iron balls,
Heavy, manly balls aloft, to earn him the more applause,
Balls steady over his glabrous head, wet with sudation.
The audience gasped as the taut rope trembled,
Twanging elastic beneath his firm, slippered feet.
The still warm wax in his moustache dripped suet.
Sweat oozed through his striped jumper, downward.
But Rog didn't tremble. Rog went forth on his way,
The way of the funambulist, not dithering or wayward.
Until the wax from his moustache fell ropeward.
Rog's foot was sure; Rog's arrant slipper caused dismay.
Rog slipped, and crashed to the ground, earth thumping,
Dropping his iron balls into the crowd, with abandon,
Maiming and slaying as Rog smashes into a circus lion,
Crumbling his skull, whence his brains were pouring.
The loitering lions were saved the trouble of cracking.
But Rog should not have waxed his handsome handlebar
So soon before he stood so perilous high, airily ahover.
There will ever be another Rog, so frightfully smashing.
~STRIP TEASE~ Featuring:) SKAT
Silver Skimpy Ink, String, A POET DESTROYER's bling, bling
Think of me as a human ditty delicious decoration,
Something along the line of a sweet tooth temptation
Cherry tastes, between the slit of tender toast
Fine jumble jam slams down the tongueless throat
Dance like a diamond on The tight South Pacific Rim
I'll feed you with a slithering seductive sound
My hair soaking, -wet and wild, tonight I trim
A dulcet apple acrostic bottom, to squeeze the greed
Feathers, on top, poetic diction describing to please
At times, I'm in deep dire need of something sweet, and sour
Endless epic words, and ode to the naked poetic world
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, the freaking awesome
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
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Symbol of the spiritual Sexy SKAT Slang
--Provocative-- A slippery succulent, scrumptious kiss
Counterparts working the tension, another arrant appetite
I am the Illuminati illusion, laminating luscious illustrated letters
Indulging in the, satire of one stilt spoken sunset
Like a child's spiking temperature, I often throw tantrums,
Teasing attentions, by incorporating a pole, paper and pen,
If someone is uncomfortable with facing the fact,
When I reveal everything, without removing my high heels
Then you must not be worldly or women and man enough
I love to spoil and slur my scenery, using my best assets
My strength and power parallel, any unique universe
That's how confident the audience makes me feel
We The Women and Men of poetry,
Reveals far more than any nudity found in a bar
It does not matter how you do it or who you are.
I'm an entertainer, of Poetry,
The good, the bad, fantastic and fabulous
Don't worry, I keep my clothe On :)
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Vane glorious and absolutistic,
though I defiantly,
cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
mine acidic breast
houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
barbaric, and bubonic
cannibalistic demons within thy
safely guarded Pandora chest
atomic cesium clock
timed to trigger avast
burst of anxiety, frenzy, and
(What me worry
Alfred E. Neuman) blast
ting mental quietude at most
inappropriate, inconvenient,
inopportune, out classed
adrenaline rush, nausea,
palpitating heart, vertigo
besieging, corrupting,
endeavoring fractured arrant
cleft daemonic gripping
hellishly psychic chant
rendering unto sieze hoar,
a choking vise grip extant
yule hiss sieze indomitable
banshee fully controlling grant
diabolic, dogmatic, and dynamic,
anguished corporeal ache
easily, egregiously, and emblematically,
exemplified historically
graphic fatalistic, and ecstatic coup,
(koo), when I caused furious frantic flight,
and/or fight betake
king angst causing just desserts
for Marie Antoinette,
who got her humble pie cake,
thence dispensing with formalities,
where a joshing drake
(named Gill O. Teen)
also known (solely known
to mine selfish source error ways)
alias i.e. as; the Lewis (loose)
lunatic, heady harvester,
and decapitation Deacon trumpeting,
trouncing, and triumphing tranquility
for fifty three Tuesdays,
thence sea king punishing psychotic
pre pound payment
basking in glory (re: gory us)
amidship crashing quays
music to mine ears hearing plaintive neighs
high pitched straining
vocal chord hamstrung keys
regaling oceanographic
lambent hagiographic essays
and keeping at bathos bays.
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
pot, one measly *****sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
You deserve so much more that I give
In deed she is
She lights the green light
A woman of letters
Once upon a time
Under the moonlight tales
We hear the sky
Meeting with angels
In the blue clouds
A different mother
The onset of the nucleus
I can tell the history
Though, I wasn't there, but she was yesterday.
The Achilles heel in nefariousness.
She is always right
A serpent in the egg to the rainy days
A different mother
Acumen to the future
The beginner of the end
A Shepherd of sheep
The villain of a hero
The architecture of humanity
She imprisons herself
In a royal house
Faring for her seeds
Almost a laughing stock
In her child's play
She has a Penelope's web
For her kith and Kin
She begot love
The merchant of honorary
The nurserymaid
A different mother
The Christmas Flowers
Growing in summer
The birds fly
Feeding from her colourants display
She walks in the rain
When her umbrella is no more
At night, she wakes a million times
For the new born baby
A different mother
As busy as a bee
She build the Nation
To and fro
At a stake,
The good Samaritan grows her flowers
Ill at ease, her swan songs grow
In the memory of the future
But in the morning,
They are like thankless arrant
A different mother
Why not now?
Time has denied your harvest
Why become an uphill task?
Even on the rainy days
Through fire and water
A bolt from the blue clouds
She lays the golden eggs
OH! MOTHER OF ALL
Thy seeds shall not die
They shall spread thy golden bed
When thy night comes
Thou shall eat thy food
When thou shall hunger
For them in the evening
Even the dark night shall lie on thy feet
Till thy heavenly dinner comes
(By Precious Opurum: Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboy 2016
Written: October 21, 2023
______________________________
To be quite truthful—this epoch is tedious.
I dread them at times, analogous to previous
Dyed by a lack of variance and fluctuation.
Iterate routine rituals—meals, bills, taxation.
I can't believe how quickly time has flown by.
Wrinkles around my eyes feign my look way.
Suddenly, my young kids began to scream.
I lose track of time until all the eddies gleam.
Ogle overall life—what do you foresee?
Pages unwritten—dreams holding the key
Words locked within, yearning for light
Seeking a saffron sky—scale stiff sight.
Meandering amid this sweaty labyrinth
On a quest to descry arrant amaranth.
Unaffected by novelty, speed, or transience,
Rather, favors beating in a sturdy ambiance.
Its gentle beat requires focused attention.
This is not for sissies or pretenders intentions.
To cement an alliance that seeks out solitude.
Deer graze over the breast; wings raise brood.
Forgive swiftly if you flout the rules—life is short.
Warm love, soft kisses, and free mirth exhort.
And never be regretful—always embrace
That obviously brings a smile to your face.
A straining kite yearns for a cloud.
As the sun aims to cut fuzzy shrouds,
Words we deliver—but no one hears.
As no clues, the query quest eager ears,
Too many mountains abide yet to climb.
Copious ventures for a hundred lifetimes.
Inscribing mellifluous views on the walls of life
Following fugacious furtive with flutter and fife
Describers of visions that lay beyond reach
Grasping for tomorrow on a distant beach
I wrote these words for those who belong.
Just them will realize dreams are poets' songs.
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux (trumped up)
accumulation unfairly fingering
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.