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Addison reflected.
Yes indeed, Addison’s propensity for dashing.
Not driven by any stretch but a dash.
An inspirational dash.
An urge, a quirk, a whim, even whimsy.
“I must now dash.”
Addison would wryly whisper to herself.
Not that these traits of hers was a source of irrational blushes or awkward self-recrimination.
They actually amplified her allure and mystery.
A town land in her mind which she seemed both drawn to but would somethimes flee.
It’s encoded enigma seemed to travel with her.
Her town of birth now taking possession of her more and more.
Its carousel of excitement, night and day empowered this clairvoyant.
Running, jogging, sprinting ..,. a symbolic expression.
“Muddy pool, …. I’ve done it again.
It’s real deep. I’m out but enough water for my moonlight reflections.”
Addison appearing in a splattered mirror images of herself.”
All simultaneously frenzy of another kind occurred in tandem.
During these midnight runs two parallel worlds occupied her mind.
She could recall her daylight conundrum with crystalline clarity.
“Figure …. In front … behind.”
Odd to say the least
My imagination and everything.”
Actually a blackbird or songbird that seemed to call as if in alignment or connection.
There could be other reasons.
Daylight hour surge of a poles apart different kind.
The after hours,, daylight hours.
“I have to be extremely careful.
Here I am, competent person, loving this routine when available to me.
I adore the town I live in yet I’m constantly running from it.”
Eerie and quite unusual.
She mutters knowing probably she is only being heard by herself
But is this true?
Addison seeks and seems to be reckless.
But actually that isn't true.
She has included in her repertoire camping at night, surviving in the open and less than hospitable environments both town and country.
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.
I was working my way north through Kansas,
selling hot dogs at a traveling fair,
the pay wasn’t great, but it was still a job,
and I met all sorts of people there.
We’d set up for a week near Wichita,
when some bikers decided to stop by,
they stood out in leather, with their skull rings,
one of them was even missing an eye.
Of course this same fair, to entertain crowds,
had brought in dance troupes of every single kind,
and two dozen clog dancers walked by my stall
when the bikers had some bad things in mind.
They started taunting the two-dozen souls,
laughing at their clogs and their costumes,
challenged the manhood of the male dancers
until the whole of the troupe raged and fumed.
This just made the lead biker laugh more,
cry,”What are you gonna do know, pansy?”
From the lead dancer flew a wooden show,
which knocked the biker right off of his feet!
A switch was thrown, and the bikers charged in,
I thought no dancer would survive this day,
but they took their clogs in hand like clubs,
bellowed loudly and dashed into the fray.
Punches were thrown and blades slashed about,
wooden footwear clubbed down brutally,
a biker flew into my poor hot dog stand,
at the last second I leapt to get free.
In the roar of the melee time slowed and sped,
the crush of fists left the whole world spinning,
and the damndest thing, amidst all the blood,
the middle-aged clog-dances were winning!
Then lights were flashing, police cars drew near,
both parties broke away and took flight,
I poked my head up in time to be asked
by a cop,”Which side started the fight?
I told them all that I had seen gone on,
when done I quickly jumped into my car,
Ffguring I had no job to go back to
I drove into town looking for a bar.
I found one near the local airport,
and went in so I could relax a bit,
only to find the bikers and clog-dancers
drinking beers and burying the hatchet!
It was hard to believe any such foes
could have put it all behind them that fast,
but as they shot pool I saw in their eyes
the respect of those equally bad-ass.
I finished my drink, then headed on north,
needing to find a new way to make coin,
which is how I found that one polka band
who took down the city of Des Moines…
At the speed of light on a carousel of death
The soul escapes the flesh.
Into an immersion filled with light, love, and loved ones.
Souls are gifted wings, becoming angelic beings.
Every jagged mystery smoothed to gilded revelation.
Every barb of confusion transforms into a garden of truth...
Needs of the flesh give way to the purpose of angels.
Left behind are the wails within a black pit of grief.
Angels silently arrive with the balm of time and empathy.
Signs subtly appear:
A cardinal in the brush.
A misty familiar face in the mirror.
Lightly minted hints of the afterlife.
A gentle light in the corner of the night.
A wispy flush on the cheek or in the mind.
The wave from a silver leaf, when all others are fast asleep.
The sooth of a sweet dream leading into a sweeter memory.
Every second the timepiece speaks of transition.
Living is a chain of moments, bending into a circle of eternity.
In the afterlife, we shall all meet up again.
I started to catch free from my intuition.
I set truth well behind unfurled.
Where all you wished for was recognition.
I disconnect and hide from the world.
To ever be my only escape from reality.
I have multiple nameless emotions.
And I live the lifestyle I desire genuinely.
Or the risk of being observed in actions.
The feeling of affection and intense devotion.
Along with the warrior's dreams and wishes.
The beloved of the light flesh pain condition.
I felt inside terms filled with agony and hisses.
Then I whispered it all to myself, quietly.
With the desire to feel the chords of his soul.
He was able to compose this romantic sobriety.
How can I live without him, my unique goal?
He was unsure of the backward experiences of his past.
Now hold on back to your real own truth to say it.
Seriously, how cute a dream that won't last.
I have not yet met that divine virtue and fit.
It’s that time of year when longing occurs
A Country, far away, waits to welcome a return
A challenging journey awaits patiently
Travel back in time as time lords partake
The clocks of the World tick away the hours
Arrive quietly, fall into days of travel fatigue
Time to now venture out into our childhood World
Walk streets so narrow, memories deceive
People acknowledge each other
A wave, a smile, a shout of hiya
Not known to each other, just a welcome call
Familiar faces, we struggle for names
Some look our way, turn, and look again
smile to yourself, I know you as well
The pubs, places of friends and gossip
Time for a rest, and a pint of best bitter
Stand at the bar with my thoughts for company
A group of locals enter the bar
The sounds of voices echo afar
Study faces in the mirrors reflection behind the bar
Know them all from time gone by
A female voice asks a question
Turn to look at the question asker
Eyes are the first to betray a smile
She uses your name, it sounds like poetry
Please join us and share your adventures?
join the group of young men and women
They all stand as if welcoming royalty
Laughter and handshakes, kisses on the cheek
Comments of not changed in manner or looks
sitting down amongst friends of old
The question asker, with eyes that look through to your soul
Eyes study eyes, known once before
Hers did not blink as laughter unfolded
Quietly asked, why did you go away?
Explanation given, all politely listened
Exhaustion from questions as the hours ticked by
Eventually all said their good byes
Quietness descended once again
Just myself and inner thoughts, sitting quietly
A female voice, may I sit for a while?
You both smile, lost for words
Her hand reaches across the table
Silent question as your hand reaches out
If only, the question as you chat over times gone by
Both stand and hug and say our farewells
She leaves without turning around
Memories burst in my head
Day one adventures completed happily.
Painful memories of my dying past
Hiding this from a long while
Painful memories of my undying present
Hiding this behind a smile
To save me from the endless pain
A sacrifice was done in front of me
Nothing from being used will be of a gain
Giving into another identity I came to be
Under my endless curse, coming with a purpose
Behind my physical light, my actions were dark
To take a stronger life without any remorse
And to destroy a world, my magic will make them part
Standing in front of a lonely and distant king
Never noticing his hidden past desire for killing
Going into changes by taking me under his wing
Teaching me on how to smile, this was our new willing
And just when I thought I was really saved
The inevitable call of destiny arrived upon me
Steady calm before raging storms, I must be braved
As a new role of destiny was bestowed upon me
Placing my king through an underground, eternal sleep
A creation from my magic became your new wing
Hoping good dreams will forever be in your keep
Behind the silent smile, I'll run away from this king
Wanting and longing to be away from my known world
Hiding the sins of my past, hiding them behind the smile
Traveling and entering into each new and unknown world
The sins behind my life, never to be erased for a long while
Save me from my painful memories behind the lying smile
Begging and pleading to my new travelers of time
Find me a way on breaking free with a new and truthful smile
Hoping the sinful curse of my life be eternally gone in time
Protecting and protected by my travelers of time
Will never refer them as pawns, never address by an evil name
It can be assured this will not become my sinful crime
Through one's final revenge, this will be the end to an evil game
Because I was given different kinds of love, this became my new way
Knowing the journey of my life will forever be my guide
New worlds I travel eternally, each world becomes my brand new day
And living with a renewed purpose, beyond a smile shall forever be mine
No regrets behind unrestricted emotions
especially when you're soaking in what seems real.
Peace be still, calm storms are rarely ever quiet,
seems like we're all pirates in this world
always stumbling across fools gold,
trying desperately to hold on what we can't keep,
sometimes in this world you gotta keep that smoking ace up your sleeve
expect the best but prepare for the worst,
what's the worst than can happen?
Finding out the person you gave your all to
isn't who you thought they were,
everything else is a blur
but it slowly starts to make sense
once you give it more thought and less emotion,
neglecting to make decisions with your mind will leave you heart broken
Beach ball in the pool rafters,
tell me your story please.
Tell me, who was your owner
and whose breath filled your shape?
Whose hands you have entertained?
Beach ball in the pool rafters
tell me, your tail in full.
Have I met your owner,
in human body, or simply spirit?
Beach ball in the pool rafters
did you give a family a fun filled afternoon,
or was your existence wrapped in the kiss of lovers?
Tell me please, beach ball what's behind the energy,
that surges through me as I see you.
It is energy that memories are made from,
even if they are an-other's and not mine?
Beach ball in the pool rafters
tell so that I may know,
is your story one that can impact me?
I see you all the time.
You have been here for seven years,
and now, I want to know.
Beach ball in the pool rafters
who are you and what is your story?
Last night, eve of my birthday.
Planned to say proper goodbye, not only to him,
But also my last 21+ evening.
Went to his place after night fall,
Strolled up and down along the front gate.
Had no courage to knock on the door.
Just starring at the room on the right,
Behind the Venetian blind,
The amber light filled up the room,
Where I could vividly imagine,
He was sitting behind the flimsy metal study desk,
Which he bought from IKEA,
Surely he was working for more ideas,
How to complete his new project.
Since knowing him January last year,
He has been visiting his second home,
Sitting in front of the computer.
To gain access to the internet.
Day in day out, from Monday to Saturday,
As long as the venue was available,
He would be there working hard,
To raise awareness of the issues of the government.
Have I been wasting my time?
Waiting for him to spend some quality time
It was hard to say,
Because, for days,
After leaving his second home,
He always came to my place.
How I missed all those time together.
Now, all those days only existed in my memory.
After half an hour, I walked away,
Let him get back to his busy night.
Without able to say to him
"night night, sleep tight don't let bug bite.
Goodbye my 21+, goodbye for sure".