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My love, I'm surrendered, a vessel for your heart,
A sanctuary of love, where you are the counterpart,
Every breath, a whisper, every beat, a plea,
I'm yours, in every way, eternally, wild and free.
My soul is a canvas, painted with your name,
A masterpiece of love, where every stroke proclaims,
Your touch ignites a fire, that burns like summer's flame,
Melting fears, and doubts, leaving only love's sweet refrain.
In your eyes, I see, a love so pure, so true,
A reflection of the heart, that beats, and loves, and is for you,
Take me, hold me, cherish me, I'm yours to claim,
Forever and always, my love, my heart, my soul, my aim.
When I say I'm yours, I mean, I'm surrendered, I'm free,
No walls, no barriers, just you and me, wild and carefree,
Touch me, love me, protect me, I'm yours to mold,
Shape me, refine me, I'm yours, I'm sold.
My heart beats for you, a rhythm, a symphony,
A love song, a lullaby, a hymn of ecstasy,
I need you, I crave you, I'm lost without your love,
I'm forever yours, my love, my heart, my dove.
Take me to your heart, let me be your shelter,
Your haven, your home, your safe and sacred altar,
I'll love you, I'll cherish you, I'll be yours, I'll be true,
I'm yours, my love, I'm yours, forever, anew.
In its silence, my love sings softly,
Like an autumn wind that gently caresses the slow-moving leaves,
Without grand ideals or hidden violence,
Just a deep stillness that embraces unspoken words.
There's no need to swear allegiance on gilded parchments,
For its truth is pure, like ice sparkling under the sun,
And like the fire smoldering quietly in the depths of the soul,
People hold roses in trembling hands.
They weave promises like a spider's web,
Fragile and ephemeral in the face of fleeting time,
And my love laughs, like flowers opening at dawn,
With a simple joy that cannot be bought.
In the depths of its gaze, endless stories are born,
A world without borders or barriers of time and space,
Words are lost in the silence that speaks deeply,
While my love floats, a melancholic dream.
True friends are kindred spirits.
You know they are true friends
When the barriers come down. . .
when nothing that you say to them
could make them like you less.
And if they feel offended or let down by you,
you only have to talk things through.
Faults are forgiven; understanding prevails.
My best friends (other than my four fantastic sisters)
I’ve mostly met through poetry.
Some of them, as my friend Frank would say,
are unlikely.
Frank is the first "guy" who welcomed me
most warmly and encouragingly to PoetrySoup
when I came here almost two years ago.
I came to learn much about my new friend:
Frank Herrerra was born ten years before me
in an environment much different from my own.
When I was a small child, quiet and withdrawn,
Frank was out carousing, and when he was in school,
he was strutting down its hallways like a king.
I know this, for he told me.
True friends let their conversations take them
to any place at all. . . . and it’s all good.
He’s told me things sometimes I couldn’t quite believe
and later confessed he had been joking.
I guess I’m gullible, but I don’t mind.
I never had a teasing older brother,
but if he’d been my brother,
I’m sure that he’d have been the very best!
Despite all Frank’s bravado,
he’s compassionate and sensitive -
those qualities of the poet with heart and soul.
Best of all, he is sincere.
Unlikely friends - maybe.
True friends - I hope forevermore.
(inspired by the sweet poem Frank wrote for me today)
Three vaults to open, combinations memorised,
late dark night. all asleep. no one to be surprised,
plan is perfect, we are a team of seasoned three,
millions worth of bullions, rob, get away, be free!
in perfect silence we ease past the first steel vault,
have two more barriers to get past without fault,
Moon has played our ally by staying home tonight,
night vision goggles help us around nice and bright!
big John who has been unlocking the second vault,
suddenly he does an effortless somersault,
that is sure strange because that is not in the script,
for a man his size we wondered how high he leapt!
James turns around, falls as if hit hit by a rock,
two of us are down, yet two more vault to unlock!
I search for an explanation, gaze around me,
see a moving man on fire, my heart says flee!!
Before I can run, I feel a hand grasp my legs,
As I pull the firm hand seems to stretch a few pegs,
then an invisible hand lands a rocket punch,
next thing I know, we three are having cold Jail lunch!
I hate to admit our noble plan has been foiled,
to share hidden wealth amongst ourselves has been spoiled,
We have not a clue! by who, what are any more?
someone said, it could well be the fantastic four!
Written 19/11/2023
Rhyme abab
12 syllables each line.
Written for the contest - fantastic four!
Robert James Liguori sponsored
As The Rising Sun, The Dawn Came In Softly & Slowly;
&
So Did My Suffering.
Maybe Unexplained Or Unexpected Feelings;
Which Have Been Ignored;
A Sudden Melancholy Skulking In The Silence;
Awaiting The Arrival Of This Day.
The Days Have Regrettably Passed Since We Parted Ways;
About 4 Years Ago, & I Now Wonder If There Was Anything I Could Have Done;
I May Not Have Needed To Spend As Much Time In The Closet;
I Probably Need To Have Paid Closer Attention To How You Felt About Being Anonymous;
Or;
To Anything Else That Would Have Kept You By My Side;
I Am Sorely Missing You Right Now.
My Thoughts Are Hitting Barriers, & My Tears Are Falling Like Waterfalls;
All With Photographs Of You;
Including Your Wild Hairstyles;
Wild Kissing Technique;
All-Gleaming Beard;
Lovely Eyes;
Beautiful Voice;
Undetectable Abs;
&
Silly Smiles.
The Monotonous Music You Listened To In Your Place;
I Can Still Hear Them Playing In My Head From When I Visited;
I Still Occasionally Hear Them In My Brain;
Which Is Shocking, But I Genuinely Miss You & Those Awful Songs.
Your color is heart-break
Blue.
One could never get over
Loving on you.
There is something in
The way you move.
No barriers, you have
Nothing to prove.
You're radiant infectious
Smile.
You have a unique and
Mysterious style.
There is a warm softness
In your eyes.
Looking into them takes
You by surprise.
The refined glow of
Your energy.
You are forever etched
In my memory.
You forgot all about
Loving me.
This tainted love won't
Let me be.
You are one in ten million,
Hard to find.
You’re rare, A special
Design.
I could search this
World through.
Never find another
Like you.
Turbo1904
In the markets, a wounded dollar sighs,
IEA cuts oil demand, to no surprise.
Stocks stride to records, touching the sky,
With eyes on CPI, the reason why.
The Japanese yen, in decline it stays,
Interest rate differentials pave the ways.
The Fed needs low inflation signs, they wait,
For CPI results to decide their fate.
Bitcoin speculation, 2.8 million hold tight,
In the worst performing price cycle’s plight.
European banks set to cut rates soon,
EUR/USD climbs, a one-month boon.
China’s probe into EU trade barriers thickens,
As June CPI trends downward, rate cut quickens.
Pepsi earnings watched, stocks tread still,
Investors brace for inflation’s will.
JP Morgan upgrades Malaysia’s grade,
Policy reforms and progress made.
CPI data lower than we thought,
Markets soar, in gains they’re caught.
WTI oil shows bearish trends,
Investors shun junk bonds, as bankruptcy ascends.
South Korea fears Trump’s second round,
JP Morgan expects Fed cuts abound.
Market’s bullish momentum extends,
US inflation cools, rate cut trends.
Will China’s bank boost its economy’s fire?
June CPI’s cut path higher.
Wall Street climbs on inflation’s ease,
Yet big tech slumps, investors seize.
Trump’s win could Bitcoin’s value inflame,
JPY’s intervention remains the same.
China’s exports rise, imports fall,
BoJ intervenes, inflation stalls.
ECB slow on cuts, poll shows,
Commodities rise, US CPI glow.
Pound sterling rises, gold retreats,
Higher bond yields, USD beats.
Yen’s rally pauses, intervention denied,
Turkey’s back, emerging market’s pride.
HERO DAY
From the depths of history, their stories unfold,
Of black men and women with spirits untold,
In defiance of chains, they rose above,
Their hearts relentless, fueled by love.
African kings and queens, proud and revered,
Adorned with grace, their power endeared,
Leading their people, with wisdom profound,
In the face of oppression, their courage resound.
Through the darkness of the Middle Passage,
They carried hope amidst a barbaric rampage,
Spirits unbowed, though shackled in chains,
They saw the light, as liberation rains.¹²
From Harriet Tubman's guiding light,
To Frederick Douglas, marinating insight,
They fought for justice, their souls ablaze,
Braving dangers, in emancipation's maze.
The echoes of Sojourner's words ring true,
"Am I not a human, deserving rights too?"
Disrupting conventions, they questioned it all,
Their voice a clarion, tearing down walls.²°
Astride the saddle, majestic and strong,
Buffalo Soldiers, their honour belongs,
Protecting the frontier with unyielding might,
They battled adversity and darkness took flight.
In Montgomery, a humble seamstress arose,
Rosa Parks, unwavering, her bravery shows,
With courage on her side, she took her stand,
Reclaiming her dignity, a symbol in her hand.
Martin Luther King Jr., a visionary light,
His dream etched in hearts, day and night,³°
With words as his weapon, love as his shield,
He shattered barriers, equality revealed.
So, let us pay homage to the valiant hearts,
Who bridged the bondage and mount heights
Their heroics celebrated, their stories embraced,
In their triumphs, the spirit of freedom is traced.
"Hero Day" we name it, with honor and cheer,
A dedication to the heroes, far and near,
For their bravery, their triumphs we hail,
In unity, their legacy shall forever prevail.4°
Dedicated to: African-Americans and Africans in diaspora
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
Copyright ©? November 2023.
I can feel your warmth spreading out over me and the flickering rays from the sun stretching across the universe touching the inner core of its beauty and the morning smiling at me with dignity and love is flaming in your eyes.
I wasn’t sure which line to touch, both were crossing the upper crust, the magnetic field was so strong and the bubble that is bottled up within could last for a century, but I watched my emotion glides over the sea as I stretched out my heart to receive thee. It is that genuine smile that lights up the sky and bring us together in one place for the first time.
The anchor of the soul was not enough to contain the longing heart and so that gentle touch broke down the external barriers and at last wisdom could enter.
Oh passion of the sea, how much my heart yearns for thee, oh vision of the sky come and embrace me before my passion dies.
I can see the world standing in front of me with a giant ball bouncing at the four corners of the earth and no one wants to confront it before it explodes underneath the earth. My emotion is intact and dignity is walking up and down the track but the giant ball is about to explode if you don’t retrace and modify the code.
I have waited for hours for you to come and there was no sign of you waiting on the tarmac and time creeps slowly away forcing me to build my hopes for another day.
I lay amused in my own folly and wait patiently for the day to break, week’s transition into months and months into year leaving me stranded and bear and the message finally came telling me that the ship was attacked at sea opening more wound in sorrows but what do I have to offer to ease the burden for the trouble they encountered at sea? You have got to fight in your dignity to calm the troubled sea.
The morning is burning with the sun and the cares of live is shaking in paradise waiting on that horrific human sacrifice; many will not see the day of light again, the earth will crack and lava will run from underneath the rock and those in the Middle East will melt in temperature over four hundred degree.
You must gauge the illusion in the sun and place the giant ball in the sea to cool the temperature down; the illusion in the sun is real and the asteroid in space is drawing close to the earth
Over the misty meadow
The sun is rising just over the horizon
I toss my mane into the delicate breeze
Like fingertips running softly over my naked thigh
In the wild
You see because I broke free from my barriers
Fences are painted closed minded expectations
Never be too Loud or brightly shroud
Walk with your head down never look life right between its eyes
Defiantly I ripped my halter
Scanned the horizon free to move
My jockey was startled
My glistening skin freed from your verbal tormenting
I took off and took flight
Higher than
Any hurdle in an obstacle course
And then I’m gone.
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