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JACK OF ALL CARDS??
Factotum polymath of a soul,
here's the one that has it all
yet a comprehensive sciolist still stand tall.
Jack of clubs??:
Lack two-thirds
but still ride against all odds,
as an odd, joins class of gods.
Jack of diamonds??:
Strengthens our bonds,
our jewelry glitters as our studs,
not all that glitters is gold.
Jack of hearts??:
Tactical winner-breaker of hearts
even without being caught in the act,
Says "flattery artilleries are my Arts".
Jack of spades??:
Goal-digger with no help or aids,
the home of jackasses is Hades,
till then, build legacy that never fades.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © July, 2020.
When you are gone!
1. Never once believe in the idea of having my eyes set on a certain someone's heart.
It sounded ridiculous and mythical,
Like the story of Wind Breaker and the bald man from Alabama, from a humble start,
Who sold all his year's corn purchased in Ohio just so he could say a proper goodbye to the one he claimed to love. So diabolical.
2. Time bears my growth witness.
From oblivion to consciousness,
My thoughts moved from narrowness to accepting the thought of you.
I can't lie to save my life when I say you are my moon.
Being my sole torchlight in the dark, dark night of my life's tomb.
3. I refused to speak in a corny manner,
Or pull you close to a tiny corner
To say,
You are my sunshine and my umbrella on rainy days.
Save me a glance only once,
And I will be contempt all my life.
4. My heart is your court, broke, shatter, play with it as you please,
But know I won't lie to you by simply saying I will die without you in my life, so drag me to my knees.
Rather I will speak fondly,
You are the only color in my grey world.
With you gone, nothing else is fun.
5. When you are gone, and all the war stops,
Peace reigns in every nation.
To me, it's all a blur
When you are gone, and man finally values another,
I am afraid I won't care at all.
When you are gone, and cancer is finally rid off,
I will be glad then sad for my only escape is gone.
6. When you are gone, and all is passed and done,
The moon accompanies the rainbow,
And sun shares its glory with the stars,
When poets and musicians share the same roof
And all the glacier freezes and the land is safe from all its diseases.
You know the answer.
.The Universe revolves around our love.
As I run through your hair with my finger,
Hungry fingers supply magical grasp
Lying in the gloom, silent next to each other.
At sad dawn, your magic dust loses its ability.
The sun refuses to leave; I urge her to shutter.
You can have me any place you wish with you.
My heart is overjoyed, and it may flutter.
A body took a fresh bath with a lilac aroma.
But as my tongue is tangled by a swift mutter.
The air is lovely due to our fierce, awful kiss.
Today, your desired face appears to be in lyric rapture.
We melt from forgetfulness into deathless love.
You are my love star; all she could do was stutter.
Seductive drum undertones drift in the air.
As roses in the night air spread their flavor.
Enthralling, mystical harmony grows closer.
Her delicate, tentative touch is trying and eager.
A surge of magic floods my intense emotions.
As the princess of splendor devours all manners.
My heart's destiny is where you walk.
So long as you aim to sensual druther.
She increasingly focuses on my eyes.
As she sprang as bright glare or a shudder.
I adore the harmonious glaucous water.
As streams of thrill dismay my lover.
The Queen of drama is thrilling until dawn.
She was rapturing me with her love breaker.
I started waking up with a genuine desire.
And at Dawn flashed a ray of dazzling fluster.
Written: May 31, 2021
All Yours (Jun 7) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Resting my thoughts, I look unto Thee
Your peace flows divine
Resting my fears, I can clearly see
My ways, You align
Resting my worries into Thy care
All I need is trust
Resting my sorrows, I say a pray'r
Faith in You is must
Resting my mind, for You see my thoughts
Know me inside out
Resting my plans, for You call the shots
Remove any doubt
Resting, I know You are my Maker
You're the true Shepherd
Knowing You're not a promise breaker
Resting in Your Word
Resting in Your love, I find healing
No scars, I'm made whole
Resting under Your wings, I'm feeling
Rested in my soul.
8th December 2022
For Unseeking Seeker's "Thought Rested Awareness" contest
No way, no way, no way, no way
Ain't no devil in hell gonna git me mama said no way
Ain't no devil in hell gonna git me dada said no way
And ain't no demon around
Gonna turn my world upside down
No way, no way, no way
No way has nothing on me
Nor mere man will on earth kill me
No how, no child, no way
A man can only take you as far as the grave
After that it's God way
You choose heaven or hell
I plead the blood of Jesus Christ and I stay on my knees
I'm cleanse by the blood of the lamb
Yes I am
And I am gonna praise my maker
And ain't gonna know why I'm a breaker
Gonna wait on my Savior always
No, no no devil you ain't calling the shot
I am gonna call you out
devil you're not going to knock me out
I am standing on God's promises
Always
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
06/14/11
from anthology "Revelations"
They built this world for the other hand,
Every door, every tool, every scissors command.
Ink smears across my palm like war paint,
While spiral notebooks mock me with their constraint.
But I am the mirror breaker,
The rule shaker,
The one who writes backwards
And dreams in reverse.
Ten percent revolution ninety percent poetic evolution
I am the southpaw standing alone
Against a kingdom of clockwise clocks
And right-turn locks.
My hand moves left while the world turns right,
I am the shadow boxer in broad daylight.
Every signature is an act of defiance,
Every handshake, civil disobedience.
They say I'm sinister—
From the Latin for "left"—
But I am the artist
Of beautiful theft,
Stealing moments of pure rebellion
With every stroke of my rebellious pen.
I am differently commanded.
So here's to the lefties, the rebels born,
Who face each day like breaking dawn,
Carving our paths through a backward maze,
We are the 10 percent uprising,
The minority surprising,
The ones who reach across our bodies
To write our own stories.
She’s got a few children still living at home.
Each day in this big rig, on the roads she has to roam.
The woman has to earn a steady income each day.
She has been on her own since the old man went away.
What good was he? She didn’t need him anyway.
Breaker one-nine, little darling, have your ears on?
I hope you are still out there and not gone.
What is your ten-twenty? Are you just a little down the road?
You’re bound for Savannah? That’s a long way to tote a load.
Smokey’s in a plain wrapper here on I-95.
He’s looking for anyone doing better than sixty-five.
I knew you were out there! Mercy sakes alive!
bootlicking idolatry
He’s a peculiar star
he comes from TV
ambition is his sphere
and his every line is a trick
all know him a notorious liar
whose business is schadenfreude
but many curry his sweet favour
for he has the cowards furry
and an actors need to be flatter'd
He has no quality worthy of entertainment
but we must see him every hour
for he is an hourly promise-breaker
for rashness, superfluous folly and thievery
the world has noted, he has no historical equal
In moral retreat, he outruns any jockey
the treasures of his idolatrous worshipers
he straightway began to strip away, by tariff
too late their despair they will proclaim
but the misery will be well earned
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Fool by bôa
TROUBLE (feat. Nikki Williams) by Parov Stelar
Who Let the Scat out of the Bag by Tape Five
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Webster: Schadenfreude = enjoyment at the troubles of others.
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I promise I would be a good girl when I go out into the world, I promise to stay out of trouble and return home in a hurry. I promised never to play in the street or walk barefoot, I promise I would stay in school and complete the semester and when the climate changed, I promise to graduate and study at the university.
It’s seems like yesterday when I utter such word when I was at play. I was thirteen and you were thirty-three and I always looked up to thee. You have always encouraged me to hold my head high and never look into ground that hold the dust of shame to its core, and the molten lava spewing through the hole and entering the spot where the disgraced soldier, conceptualize the plot.
I can still hear those words ringing in my ears as I walk the path that everyone fears, it is the moment of truth that is embedded in my youth and the ordeal I encountered on life’s journey comes back to remind me.
I could tell from the start that you are a heart breaker and the season come to remind me that the fault is within me and love is my destiny; when the autumn is done and winter comes along and the snow starts falling, it will fill the lakes and the trees, the ocean and sea and you will come and dance with me.
We will do the river dance on the roof and do the fire dance in a circle, then we will roll in the snow and touch each other dignity, and Boston and Richmond will come alive, Baltimore and Washington DC will take the dive, but New York and Philadelphia will ride out the snowstorm.
It seems like yesterday the climate changed and the clouds start fading away. I stood on those very steps and recited the whole chapter, I stood on that step and grasp every living character, I remember how you cast your eyeballs at me and how the mountain shook beneath the sea when you said, “will you marry me?”
“I am only thirteen, “she said, and I cannot lie in that big bed, “Yes I will marry you,” she replied, she held breath for a while and look on every side and you were still standing looking at her; then a gust of wind came, and you suddenly disappeared, and I stood on the step gazing at the wind.
The daughter's promise was fulfilled, and they walk boldly up the hill after thirty-three years in the making the universe had their blessing, the evidence is in the wind and you can hear it when you are still, winter is chiming in.
Dulcimer dewdrops
paint the leafy canvas,
hungry mouthlings bobbing
a rambunctious sway
from
clear pleasure of impact to receive
blessings of the day,
the celestials milk of lactate rain;
Natural communion of God's living waters.
Springtime of Life in the midsts of earthen daughters
festival seasonings to give down sunny aisle.
The Sun baptises the atmosphere into radiant bands to Godfather it along, graft in its song,
to treat them well and cherish their innocent incense of
Petra-Petrichoronation.
Everything minted, freshly new,
looks one to another in curious expressions,
each starkness of moment a momento co-efficient
a moonlit kiss, a rhyme to feel on the skin-under the enigmatic dance of time a type of salutation, a hand
extended across the pews of cherished commune.
Overseer-elemental- spirit-emissary-
spreads over the horizon,
an Angel of the mind's auburn snows
and breaker of confinements of prose,
has a general idea what C R E A T I O N must be feeling,
but sneaks a look to every station, every interaction,
each breath taken silence of magical gratitude the entrance into the white fluffy and delicate know.
The lottery was won by each
for no other reason that G O D is the Author
and Master Poet, of Love
and balls lightning to show it.