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Fix up this love or I'm tearing it down
You took a decent house and turned it inside-out
You sealed up the windows and padlocked the doors
Why wasn't I on board with these plans of yours
And now Kyra wants back in
Yes, but where to begin
When the center can't hold, you just slide right off
You try to breathe deeply, but you sputter and cough
Surefire signs of a love that's diseased
Yet the afflicted seem to come and go as they please
And now Kyra wants back in
Yes, but how to begin
If you want back in, it'll cost ya
It'll cost ya dearly
Who knew I had that typhus germ
All that time right near me
You laid with archangels and went sleeping with dogs
Swept me down rivers, sent me rolling on logs
As you go down tonight into your satin sheets,
Observe the sacrament of Our Lady of Cheats
And now Kyra wants back in
Yes, but how to begin
And now Kyra wants back in
For her, it's always win-win
Someday, when the woman is servant to the man
And the coliseum caters to the people in the stands,
I'll let you and your clothes dry off on my porch
Then I'll singe you and sear you like tissue on a torch
And now Kyra wants back in
Yes, but how to begin
And now Kyra wants back in
For her, it's always win-win
My heartbeats saunter from one place to another
Not caring if they leave behind
A messy canvas, not even worthy
Of being called a child's drawing
My heartbeats care not of the image they leave
They care solely for the words
That they imprint upon the soul of Earth
As a memento of the time I spent upon it
Being either in love with existence
Or with one of its children
In whom I saw a reflection of my muse!
But the nighttime, laden with magic
Create music, so elevating
That stars dance,
To clear the fog from my gaze
And to bid upon my perception
Clarity of thoughts and soulful insights!
My heartbeats belong to the God who
Holds my heart as carefully as He can
In between the palms of His hands
My heartbeats create swells in my human body
As my God caters for my heart, fills it with flowers
And waters it with His love!
Stars of clarity remind me of this love
Each time I glance up at them
And wistfully smile at the beauty of my
Difference and my resilience to remain
Faithful to my God!
Every day is a blessing from God,* a gift indeed that caters to my existence-need
especially on a Sunday when my heart worships Him midst Scriptural creed and deed...
To practice goodness on weekdays that start on a Monday with radiant glow
my mind is settled toward gracious and lovingkindness mentoring as a teacher on the go...
While strengthened on Tuesday for caring and sharing functional might
my faith is empowered to do best, conquering selfish greed and pride's height...
Driven to live joyfully on Wednesday upon temperance to overcome worry
my commitment for exuberant wellness vanquishes doubt-causing misery.
With the Lord's nurture for my Thursday's ministering gesture
my trust is anchored upon prayerful posture, propped by hope-braced stature.
Walking along paths of truth and right on Friday against challenges' terrain
my steps stay under divine providence for great commission's eternal gain...
Acknowledging the Saviour's presence not just on a Saturday, but every time
my fellowship with Him is vibrant, extending to others in His triumphant chime.
*Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
February 18, 2026
Honorable Mention, "Pick Your Topic and Form Then Let Go" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 2/19/2026
I simply adore how he takes care of me we met 2014 through our catholic church volunteering special Olympics veterans parks the many charitable events our catholic faith steadfast we were quickly in engaged valentines day 2015 our lo e soared on eagles wings through health issues my strokes cardiovascular attacks my husband has taken me to every doctors appointments never leaving me alone although i have a huge family of adult children and grand watching over me my husband and I we accompanying each other to special groups charitable events marrying 4th of July 2016 oh how he caters to me and I adore him during covid we spent days nights hospital visits luckily we had two homes a tiny loft convenient near our doctors pharmacy usf and we also have our permanent home spending time with veterans attending mass charitable events health co id injections heart stroke care the loss of so many in our purple heart veterans groups we embraced our love helping others the key to a good marriage is never being away from your spouse we do absolutely everything together we both have ptsd traumatic brain injury we create a safe space away from stressful situations since I never drove i feel safe how he makes sure I'm safe i make sure he is loved honored glorious 11 years of marriage we are truly blessed we complete each other he's my very own John McCain my hero
A Newspaper
Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point of view
It was pro-Israel, defending Palestinian artists' rights
while overlooking as long as possible, the utter brutality
of Israeli politics against, say, Palestinians
The fact that the Guardian has been able to change is its
ability to alter its stands, yet holding to their journalistic
who are not left-wing, except for some of them who
Thanks to nature and time, they have wings.
Today, the Guardian is no longer a newspaper; it is more
like a color magazine dedicated to true sex stories shies
not away from lesbianism and what we now call gayness
It caters to a younger middle class, employed in, I think
show business, or the media, with titles like TV analyst
Or a researcher of AI, who will one day make all of them
out of work
When I get up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee and
For entertainment, read the Guardian
Those Romans and their Emperor Augustus,
have been causing us all a lot of fuss.
What nerve they had with the orders they gave you.
This is especially when your wife’s baby is due.
How was your trip from up north in Nazareth?
We are nearly booked for December the twenty-fifth.
Despite the busy season we have been through,
we have reserved the penthouse suite just for you.
Some prominent businesspersons from far away,
have made all the arrangements for your stay.
This hotel caters to all your needs and wants.
We have several highly rated five-star restaurants.
There is around-the-clock room service available.
Attendants are quick, efficient, and quite able.
Three men without the slightest trace of pretense,
have sent a gift of gold, myrrh, and frankincense.
They told us you were King David’s descendents.
United Parcel Service has made the delivery.
You must sign for it. It is waiting in the lobby.
Joseph and Mary, we hope you enjoy your stay.
We are here to assist you in every way.
Don't you think they deserved better accomodations than a stable?
The lies being told to
our vision are like
movie scenes
Big smoke screens
clouding our dreams
& invading our psyche
This might be a test
from the emergency
broadcast system being
sent from above
Above the understanding
of some maybe
but I have faith the whole
of the world hasn't
gone crazy
Not crazy at all
just too lazy to search
for answers on the other
end of the call
Oh how the mighty
have fallen down to an
earth full of those that
don't recognize their worth
Lost in the illusion of
curses & spells
that spell doom
in bold letters
The old feathers from
your wings flow to the
ground the way cursive
used to scribble around
How will the pages
of history sound to a
deafened generation
drowning in AI's tools?
Fools for an unreal world
that caters to thrills
at the expense of
meaningful time
Drunk on the fine wine
of convenience
with no idea of the
ideas that lie in store
It may cost more than
you reckon in a time
where jewels can't be seen
as the world's going it blind
Rewind to a time when
pearls of wisdom were still
in a shell before
being cast to swine
Was ignorance really bliss
when all you cared about
was if your bacon was crisp?
What's next to be consumed
on your spinning plates?
More jealousy
greed
envy & hate?
What of the enmity
between you & another
or you and your
disassociated state
of mind?
Are we really still
stuck in a time where
a fictional clock is
the only thing in
everybody's mind?
The organization makes a package
With questions and answers forms
And videos to be used at
Engament parties.
My cousin Madder told me
He and one of the actors
In involved with one movie
Said some sciences looked
Like thong commercials
While others were borderlines
Religious. He favored the ones
That were sports related.
It is said to be done to involve
Audience to the wedding
The flock of the religion
Respect to both families
Don't let your audience become
a crowd.
Inclusion and how much involment
Both parties will allow
Drama vixens and Comforting Dudes
And Soothy Rubrite are not invited and why.
Why it is important to involve certain people
And why exclusion of some should be considered
The package contains documents
For receipts and invoices.
Ledgers for
Caters
Dee Jays
Clothing rentals and
Purchase
Gas allotments
Video
Scripts
Cheers
Prayers
Offerings of congratulations
Best ways to gift
Explainstion of exclusion
And
Inclusion
Using respectful words
And phrases
The movie is so good
You can watch it like
A regular movie
Who benefits from my belief?
Because the last I checked it wasn't me
I mean I am a black girl
Living In a racist misogynistic world
Because why would I worship a god who allowed my people to suffer
Yet caters to the needs of our oppressors
Allows them to call us s
Why would I believe
Why would I worship
Why would I pray
To a god who ignored my ancestors
Please go ahead
Make me understand
How your god created this world
But allows racism
So tell me how religion benefits a black person
Because to me and many others
It seems like a weapon
To keep us broken
In a world that sees us as subhuman
As 'god' watches us suffer
Whilst having the power
To fix this problem
So I ask again
Who benefits from my belief
The only correct answer
Is those who don't look like me
So why would I subscribe
To a religion
To a god
Who clearly hates me
BETWEEN FIRST LOVE & TRUE LOVE
They said FIRST LOVE never dies in real life
but TRUE LOVE will undoubtedly bury it alive.
Heart is thorn between Devil & the Deep Bluesea,
Cast out into reality from her world of fancy;
Broods in seclusion without the invitation of brain,
yet maintain status quo & sentiments she'll abstain.
Heart is the stage, platform for lovers & haters;
First love & True love are the debaters.
The later & former inquire about their deal breakers.
First love or True love, which is better & caters?
What is true can either come first or last,
cos true love blosom more than the blast of the past
despite being the initial, genesis, or first,
true love everlastingly quenches the past thirst.
First love will probably disflower you
and yet still end-up making you feel blue.
But true love will always stay real & true,
despite all the turbulence around you,
y'all will still definitely come through.
First love will never die, and that's true,
but True love will bury it alive regardless of who.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
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