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THE RIPPLED EFFECT
A doctor's failure lies in the grave,
A life lost, a soul from the cradle to crave.
A teacher's failure roams the street,
Uneducated minds, a future incomplete.
A lawyer's failure behind bars, rots in jail,
Injustice solely served, a life set to fail.
An engineer's failure crumbles to the ground,
Collapsed dreams, a structure unbound.
A chef's failure tastes bitter and bland,
A meal rejected breeds a hungry hand.
An artist's failure hangs on the wall,
A creation flawed, a vision to enthrall.
A leader's failure leaves a nation cold,
A people lost, frustrated & a future to mold.
A parent's failure echoes through time,
A child's regret, a heart that's not aligned.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 26th April, 2025.
When I first came into the world,
You put me in a beautiful cage –
A present you got when you were young;
You promised it would keep me safe
You said the bars were always there
To stop the world from getting in;
That everything outside of them
Could only ever lead to sin
I learned to love the shape of it,
And learned to hate the light that shone
Up from the windows looking down
Outside my sacred metal home
I thought that this was happiness –
To suffer and obey with pride,
And so I never questioned when
You smiled and fed me “medicine”
I quickly learned to feel ashamed,
When holding tight my little cage;
I hated that I could not stop
Thinking of ways I could escape
One day I saw a bird outside
And saw how free and far he flew
Without a cage to keep him safe
Or rules to tell him what to do
Then I thought about your words,
And how I trusted for so long,
Believing all the lies you told:
The poison that I’d swallowed whole
That day I knew I’d grown too big,
As the cage around me groaned and cracked,
And so I bent its fragile bars,
And promised never to go back.
I was a somber little bird behind the bars of my heart.
Afraid to open the door of my cage and make a new start.
I had been a happy canary till he turned into a scarecrow.
Sad birds don't sing love songs. I stopped singing long ago.
My wings fluttered when I flew out and closed the door.
I was free but my heart told me it wasn't ready to soar
or forget the love it once held for the man it had known.
I escaped but my wounded heart cried long after I'd flown.
A canary once more, who will never live in a cage,
never fear a locked door, or a man filled with rage.
I sing my own songs, and whether it was right or wrong,
I flew far away from the prison where I did not belong.
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March 22nd, 2016
Peaceful afternoon laziness
Shyness escapes Irish Cream -
In a coffee cup
Thin strings of steam belly dance
A mute black and white movie
Jumps images of a passing life
In a warm cottage, on a freezing purity
She's all alone although the lobby is crowded
Restless tourists looking for their identity
On the top of a mountain, proud of their shinny skis
The wall reflects her life and Charlie Chaplin's shoes
Once new now with painful holes in the sole
They made people laugh a careless, cruel laughter
Acting with such ease as if real: the romance, the Dictatorship
the New, foreign Times, the bars...
regardless of standard, acceptable height
people laughed until THE END.
www.scripca.com
I choose "Motion Pictures" for Amy's Contest
178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered trembling hands.
That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain,
spasms of fear demanding flight
yet none to be had,
his inner soul asking why he had lost his way
why had his sad life come to this?
What lay in the caverns of darkness ahead!
Wardens pace up and down like wolves,
stopping to stare with compassion less eyes - smirking.
Waiting for the clock to chimes 12 times,
and to shout,
'dead man walking.'
He sits savouring every last breath,
rapidly repenting for all his past mistakes,
deep inside he knows its too late for regrets.
All his apologies fall upon deaf ears.
Flashes past seen, his crimes, girls and drugs, what a blast!
Pretty girls, each taking a slice, of his hoarded treasures
and he indulging in theirs with total abandonment.
O' glorious were those dead and ancient days!
Then reality came back to bite and bite hard,
saying, " such foolishness was a dream and soon comes Death"!
Too hard to bear such truth, he rushes back into fleeting dreams.
Suddenly cold, very cold he feels the deafening bleakness!
Sees the finality in the concrete and iron bars holding him.
Cries silently, what he wouldn't give for another day,
another dawn out in sunshine and fresh air!
Then reality and Fate both spoke to him saying;
" Tho' you a doomed man, meet thy death as a brave one."
Each heart beat beats with each ticking second.
He clutches his worn bible, readying himself for what lies ahead,
anxiously contemplating if he is worthy of redemption.
Rocking back and forth,
unable to control floods of tears,
his thoughts are disturbed with a truncheon rattling his cell's bars,
and the dreaded final summoning of his name.
Wolves smile with sly eyes,
as the stench of death fills the air.
Fellow inmates turn their faces to the ground.
He savours every step, he knows they are his last.
God is no longer the master of his condemned fate.
He knows he can't erase the crimes of his past,
but takes solace,
feeling his crimes were not premeditated,
but now he must face the hypocrisy
of his own premature death.
I was mistaken, this flesh was a delicate cage,
With bars adorned with hints of desire,
And shadows widened in the twilight,
I called on the quiet and searched
The echoes of longing for answers
As I walked on the brink of hunger and terror.
But in the silent surge of love’s embrace,
An unknown voice emerged,
Wide and motionless
Its song a mirror to my forgetting,
“I am not these passing tides of thought
nor this shroud of time.”
Once thick with illusion,
The flame’s curtain transformed into a portal
To the unnamed inside,
There, in an unending instant,
The living light unrestrained enveloped me
As the lifeblood of what
I already am, not as something
that can be comprehended or discovered
No happiness could be greater
Then the absence of a lack
And no rapture could surpass this silence
To recognize the eternal face in everything
is to disappear into the actual sight.
she babbled over the gosip.
citing what she thought was fair.
She mentioned people she knew and some
she didn't know. And emsized who didn't care
if they cared they'd be here helping wiff the pies
or they'd be offering up some cake. these people
are lacking common courtesy and
common sense she spoke for goodness sakes!
AH_OOH-AH_OOH
is a shortbread cookie dough baked
and then filled with a sweet meriquene
It's twice baked until golden brown
and filled with strawberries and whipped cream
and a sweet strawberry wine sauce.
the other pie she mentioned was a myth: a myth due
to the fact that it's hard to get the
right balance of chocolate and bourbon.
a mixed graham cracker and sweet doughy crust
with a cream cheese sweet potatoes filling
topped with mixture of heath bars and pecans
and bourbon: and marshmallows, in a brownie crumbly topping.
Entree included and not limited too.
A dish of roasted pork sliced and served with
mushrooms,olives,panchette,onions,
roasted red bell pepper garlic in a crisped
Duchess potatoes served with a light
sherry and pork gravy.
Oven roasted asparagus
and a Four Lettuce chicken salad with
Yogurt and Goat cheese
dressings with garlic croutons
and a choose of salad dressing.
And the perfect Yeast rolls and biscuits!
Something to inspire a competitive Food Championship
series!
"I must center myself to be
as arrogant as you wish me to be.
I must be as Pompous and
selfish
as one must be
to be considered Best!"
…….
Pangie….
Adores Dirty Harry movies, his mouth
like a wrench.
And he has no trouble finding,a most
sexy wench!
Sticks to his principles, evil people have
no chance.
Ah, but only if he were real, criminals could
stop their death dance.
What a mantra he has, “ Go ahead, make
my day!”
Thieves would not have their disgustinginly
free, shooting forays.
People so proud to not own a TV anymore.
Satellite dishes provide a window to the
universe galore.
Nor would murderers walk and kill with delight.
His 44 Magnum would end their thefts, killings
and fights.
Too bad, these days, we have no strong,macho
Dirty Harry.
Afraid police are to use brute force,
The result~ our beloved ~ones we bury.
The jails are emptied, filling our streets
with human lice!
Instead the funky mayor of New York is.
more concerned about rats and mice!
Dead humans in NYC, in morgues or on the
streets, with Yankee baseball hats!
Oh how I wish all police take all killers, to
the mat!
Behind bars, is where violent people do
belong.
These cities filled with murder are truly
not a free county’s song!
Tribute to Clint Eastwood,American Actor.
~~Drama and Spaghetti Westerns……
12/2/2022
(In Utah in January 1977, murderer
Gary Gilmore insisted on being put
to death. After leaving his eyes to
medical science, his last words were
"Let's do it". Imagine that you woke
up in hospital to find they'd given
you Gilmore's eyes ...)
I can see clearly
now the rain has gone.
I read the news today, oh boy.
Psycho killer - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Nice surprise.
They've given me his eyes.
Will I start to show
at the bars he used to go?
Bottom rung, unsung,
unhung, bring 'em young.
My name is Faye -
now you're gonna pay.
Lean, mean, Steve McQueen,
Terry Malloy,
Bobby Prewitt.
I can see Deirdre
now Lorraine has gone.
Sound and vision.
Going in with my eyes open.
Slip slidin' away.
New start, too smart,
play the part,
Robin Hood, no good,
In cold blood,
through the heart.
Let's do it.
Sweet Nothings.
Kisses are sweet as candy
The feelings last longer too.
Caresses are sweet beyond compare
Especially with you.
Candy full of bubbles, is a hollow empty shell
You in my arms are the sweetest,
That’s what they should sell.
Candy cannot touch the sweetness of your loving kiss
All the chocolate in the world I would rather miss
It is nothing compared to the warmth of your sweet caress
If you were a bar of chocolate, you would melt and be a mess.
There are sweet nothings that people often spout
When true love is here, we all hear the shout.
Who needs candy or chocolate bars, the taste gone in just a minute.
But it can give us some pleasure
Especially if you're wrapped in it.