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If you have a story to tell of how the birds met under the tree, if you have a story to tell of how the wilderness submerge into the sea, the coastguards were not around and destiny could not be found. I stood on the mountain of hope and watch the seagulls circle around the trail trying to pull up the fishermen boat from behind the vail but it was already at the bottom of the ocean and making way to join a thousand more missing souls. If you had a story to tell of how you live for ten years beside the dry well, no food to eat, no place to sleep and your body becomes a punching bag for stranger and the unknown but hope keep you confound. If you have a story to tell, let me hear it now, let it out and let the bitterness walk about; get ready for the big show, I will show you where to go. The story of life is filled with life; the story of life will tell you where destiny dies. If you have a story to tell of how you confront and defeat twelve vicious enemies, when they surround you with guns and you had nothing to defend yourself except for the wisdom in your head, they attacked you from four sides but compassion was among the lot to save your targeted life. They could not raise a gun, they had to get up and run when you stare them in the eyes and faced the sun with dignity and pride. If human could fly many would build their sanctuary in the sky, and the heavens would die. The story of life is not about paradise, the story of life is not about passion and pride, the story of life is about life and how I survive. The music in the air is what I have to share, it reminds or life in a faraway cold country, when the birds and the beast were living in harmony, I had no shoulder to lean on when the temperature was minus zero degrees and the sheet was so thin, I got up in the middle of the night and start to sing but I kept my focus and rub my hands together to keep warm, the story of life is about life, it is not about your materialistic bride, it’s about how I started from nothing and came out to something; I remember those days when I was studying alone and it was the music of life that comforts my soul, my days quickly fades into night and the moon light was my only guide , I could not explain how I feel but all I know, my emotion was real; If you have a story to tell, tell it now and set you spirit free. The story of life is just about life.
RAPPERS & LEGENDS IN THE UFC
In the Octagon, where fists collide,
All Eyez on we, the view is worldwide.
This battle's a wild mix of might & rhythm,
But when the ref calls time, it's all for a gold limb.4
Tupac enters first with ferocity and might,
Throwing rhyme-punches at anything in sight.
Shakur is a warrior with words that pierce,
In the cage, his passion is so fierce.8
Biggie Smallz steps in, swagger and style,
His lyrics hit hard, his punches fueled by guile.
A heavyweight with rhymes so smooth,
In the UFC, his flows would make crowds groove.¹²
Eminem jumps in, the lyrical genius unbound,
With lightning speed, his opponents confound.
The real Slim Shady proves he's the lyrical master,
His rapid-fire knocks out opponents faster.¹6
Here comes Kendrick Lamar, a UFC pro.
In the octagon, he brings the flyest flow.
A warrior poet, he weaves a lyrical spell,
Knocks-out his foes before the jingle of the bell.²°
50 Cent's in the ring, ice cold, bold & untamed,
Knocking out opponents, leaving them maimed.
When he brings the Gorilla Units, there's tremor
But when he's solo, he's sharp as a razor.²4
Snoop Dogg's turn, laid-back, swag & chill,
His flow hypnotizes, his punches kill.
Unleash him in the cage, watch him brag
With hit smash, he's always on track.²8
Lil' Wayne joins the fight, tattooed and bold,
His wordplay stings, his punches take hold.
Young Mulla won't back down from any rap mission,
His punches hit hard like a lyrical collision.³²
Wiz Khalifa enters, smooth like no other,
His punches light up foes, he's a stunner!
With his cold-chill swag & cool demeanor,
He brings the smoke & reigns like the guvnor.³6
And last but not least, Travis Scott takes a stand,
His melodic punches echo through the land.
Trap Music King with energy on full blast,
In the Octagon, his performance would last.4°
As the rappers clash in this UFC rap quest,
Their words like punches put their skills to the test.
Each with their own unique vibe and flair.
Envision the battles they would share.44
As the crowd roars, this sight appeared sublime,
Their applause jubilant, returning us from the dream,
For in this arena, these rappers reign supreme.47
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
AN INTERLACED HAIBUN
Will my versev reach your ear
can your eye stay the course
listening,then writing my verse I awake ,content until the next time,the chords at my finger tips drift back and forth into a song.
Take a deep breath,exhaleand
read between my lines
An image alights as a butterfly in spring, a thought arrives as inspiration on the wing.An idea resides to crystallize and brings each together as one.
Does convention confound
the rhythm of your eyes
Oh to avoid convention's game make the image surreal upon my page.Stop,dear reader in your stride,bring forth your imagination and join me on this ride.
You may hear me recite this haibun on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Catch my short forms @strandpoet on twitter
One word can push you over an edge
or a line in the sand
two words have nowhere to go.
Three words can become a root
to grow a love poem from.
Some words are only half-grown
they have to be fed constantly
with multiple meanings
then led out into the garden
to finger-paint a world for you.
The printed word
will always turn to vomit
if left in direct sunlight.
Most words can be bought
but not 'no' or 'yes.'
All words are hard to sell.
Aspire to be a shape-shifter
dig beneath your fingertips
turn words over like fertile soil
watch them hatch
in the ever-breaking darkness.
Keep changing, aim to confound
not to be just understood.
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly lands
Upon Purple Wild Petunia's blossom
Sipped a drink of nectar, flew; life unplanned
Soon the sunny morn turns into eve; clouds come
Thunder and lightning off in distance sound
Cool air floats, peace overtakes, all succumb
Morning brings solid clouds, will these confound
Like the cloud that filled the Holy Temple
All that Holy area did surround
A cloud that lead Israel's children gentle
All the way from Egypt to Canaan land
His appearing will be transcendental
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly leaves
His soon coming to this my spirit cleaves
Finis'...
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Transcendental means here not in accordance with nature
In dream I saw a shooting star.
It scorched a purple crusted sky
Between the moon and rising sun
Where an ambitious wish could fly.
Pale plunging tail to distant views
An auspicious sombre trail.
Inviting hope for seeking souls
Hinting solemn quests,
Yet to fail.
Adjoining was a moody sea
Spacious waves, so synchronised
Pounamu tinged in stirring sand
Tainted truths, in sophisticated lies.
On land I see opposing peaks
Each splitting views of common ground
Defending sight from unseen flanks
Staunch guardians rising to confound.
Next soaring albino kereru
Flying in swirling koru paths
A karearea strikes one down
Leaving repugnant aftermath.
Suddenly the sun is blacked
In silent roar
Concrete jungles on the rise
Foundations built on measured thought
In new clothes
Green emperors look surprised.
LET’S GET IT ON-
Embattled spaces
Confound places
Let’s get it on
Incorporate prayers
Unsound harmonies
Strained melodies
Let’s keep it real
Rebuke the storm away from
Thee quiet space
And let us be about our Father’s business
Let us raise our voice
Live in our choice
Let us rejoice
Let us be strong
Let’s git, let’s get it on
Rise up armor up
Rise to the call
Pray for one and all
Embrace and close we’re
Soldiers a part of the Army of the Lord
Let’s rise up in battle
With sword in Hand
Let’s receive the challenge
We rebuke sin and shame
And bondage
No sickness here, Loose here
Devil you got to go
Let us stay on course
Let us be strong be ready
When He calls on us
We stand united
The foundation of God be ready for battle
Keeping watch all eyes on Him
God says we got this
Devil your already defeated
Let’s Get it On
12/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
A mouse in our house did confound,
Who crept about without a sound,
He ate all our cheese,
And custard with ease,
Leaving nothing for us to be found.
His roaming through alleys in town,
He’d become very well known around,
His tail quite bent,
His poor ears where rent,
The cat had chased out the hound.
He came to our door very thin,
He was happy to sit there within,
He was no clown,
Around the town,
He sat quietly planning where to begin.
When we had gone off to sleep,
He was ready to earn his keep,
There would be no fair match,
If the mouse he did catch,
While the house lay in silence so deep.
There once was a cat known as Busted,
Whose hunting was sharp and well trusted,
With a flick of his tail,
He was on the trail,
He ensured that mouse had been busted.
I dreamt of sending a spiritual invite
but only could arrange to hold it at night.
The famous gentleman card players who came
all met to reveal more of this powerful game.
Since I was the only one not yet dead,
they charged me to tell what they had said.
Players from beyond of legend and lore
thinking thoughts never spoken before.
Amidst green felt table and shaded dim light
The Cincinnati Kid's quips could delight.
James Bond's repartee appeared to confound,
thwarting terrorists' revolt plans profound.
Certainly, one memorable hand of these greats
was Doc Holliday's renowned aces and eights.
Also, there was unassuming Bret Maverick
up his sleeve he had always some clever trick.
Though losers can be dealt a high value hand
only winners can bend what's real on demand.
They're keen reading what others are thinking
then making bold bets without ever blinking.
The only card game that we know of so far,
when everyone wonders what the winning cards are.
If all players drop, the winner may not show,
unique ploys and options, only experts know.
At games there's allowed some light table chatter,
to fools unschooled, it seems not to matter.
Only those at the table say when the game ends
most of the time they all depart peers and friends.
As the famous gents invited did all say
there's much more power in poker today.
So far above what other games can claim
now beyond doubt, it's the greatest card game.
Compiled by human writers over a period of more than one millennium,
The Bible was written by men under the influence of a divine medium,
Having as its theme, Jesus - the author of the plan of salvation,
Its message is relevant to men and women of every tribe and nation.
Skeptics and scoffers have tried to dismiss it as a work of fiction,
And scholars and rulers have conspired to bring about its extinction,
Yet the Bible though ancient remains as relevant as ever,
With an influence on humanity that no power on earth can sever.
From Genesis to Revelation its messages all agree,
This is because it was inspired by the Mysterious Three,
Within its pages no contradiction is to be found,
For its content by a common theme is bound.
Where else can such amazing prophecies be found,
Which grasp the attention and leave readers spellbound,
Making believers of skeptics all the world around,
With its power to transform and to confound.
For years many questioned its accuracy when speaking of history,
But the validity of its content is now being revealed by archaeology,
Time and again the truth of the Bible has been proven,
By scholars and scientists whom to doubt were previously given.
At one time the scholars believed and taught that the earth was flat,
And as far as they were concerned, this was just a matter of fact,
They laughed when the Bible spoke of the earth as being round,
But in the end it is the teaching of the Bible that was accurate and sound.
The Bible has had a profound and pervasive effect on human culture,
Influencing science, art, music, legal systems, language, and sculpture,
Wherever in the world you look, you cannot escape the power of this Book,
But desiring to get rid of the Bible, our sages have its teachings forsook.
My counsel to all the citizens of this world, is to open your mind and take a good look,
And if you are honest, you’ll have to conclude, that the Bible is indeed a unique book.
For in its pages God’s plan of salvation for humanity is found,
To escape the end of earth's history and live with him in eternity safe and sound.