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Mass of red and gold plumage
blood of supreme incessant immortality flows within
Only I alone can reign stronger
a fortiori
than the army of any man or beast
Symbolic of Christ, ressurection, afterlife
In death redeemed
consumed by fire
only to be born again of ashes
I will rise up again!
Injured from mortals wars
I simply ameliorate and regenerate
I am fire and divinty
Continually watching the irresolute
ever changing, dynamic world around me
In despair I scrutinize and contemplate
as all things moral
are taken from me periodically and adinfinitum
lost ever and again
Armys of mortals have chased my blood for an age
in want of my immortality
Whilst they wrangle with continual want
and I would content for less
I have met no immortal contender
my glorification to you either unobtainable
or a terrible curse
As a deity I serve this planet in all my supremacy
for I will foresee you all
Authors note
This piece was originally written as a two part collaborative effort with poet Kathleen C.
Mannon, otherwise known by pen name kkatie55 . The prompt we were given to write to for
contest was Mortal vs. Immortal in September of 2007, a month after I first started writing I
believe. To begin with we both took our ideas and wrote individually then bringing our ideas
together and changing slightly to fit from there… I tried to write so this would stand alone
too, and have only just decided to bring it out to share for opinion. To see the write with the
omitted verses written by the other poet, please feel free to go view at this link where each
poet has initialled over their respective stanzas/verses.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3404940
Thankyou for your trouble in reading this explanation, but I do not wish to discredit its
original intention nor take anything away from the other poet by placing this half here. I
hope you shall be excited about reading it in full…
B ugger came in at three A.M.
R ip roaring through the house
"O bloquy did not happen", said he; in denial
"U nder no circumstances was that me"
H yposensitized she became to his brohahas
A nd hanging in there year after year
H appiness disappears, gloom constant companion
A nd then she woke up one day, writing poems
Brouhaha-a stir, a fuss, an uproaring
Obloquy-n- discredit, disgrace
Written: January 30, 2023
Contest: Writing Challenge-B Word
Chosen Word: Brouhaha
Sponsor: Constance La France
This is totally fictional; it is not intended to refer to anyone implied, expressed or unexpressed.
Little strange things, like more concurrent truths
Between science and religion, but picking one
Closes off the truth saught, instead pride filled
arguments
About who has the most relevance in the idea
given to them based on perceptions of other men.
Maybe you've heard that under united syllabus
Only 12 types of vision can be created
And you can be positive are negative in each
Is that bipolor, sorry adhd
So you have 12 ways you have to perceive
Before a truth is held reasonable by all.
The only way to avoid rebellious pride
Is to have one of all personalities
Hear, understand and share their inceptions
Onto all You may see., but negative
Is ever present so 1 out of 12 may turn and kill you
The ones who were always listened too
Are ones that fit none of these men who
Learned lessons, not by those who would teach
All were betrayed, put to death for endangering
The heiarchy of the time.and now they are
Discredit by mental illness and prescribed pills
That can erase the mind to be rebuilt by thearopy
So except all you read, be kind and bless ones in need
Sit in the middle of the ones who believe You
Enjoy a meal, speak honestly and realize
That any supper could be your last
And all but one kind of men can be bought
And you could die at hand of friend.
12 apostles, 12 ways of learned routes of reason
The first organization of religion is a con in time
And all based from that are perception of a truth
That was also censored and based on lie
All evil are power is given not earned
Before united education and truths
By kings and cowards burned
Before access to all opion by way of TV
The mind of man was capable of amazing things
That we still appreciate and in the same breath
its lessons slip away,
The calendar of the miyans made took
The ability of thinking past one life span
Why could things of present day
Be predicted by men of yesterday
Because a plan put in motion by many men
To assure their descendents have power one day
Every reasonable man can see were this leads
Others agree and fight to be the pedigree
Of the coming eternity, one just disappeared
After learning the cycle beginning to end
I will continue this scroll of those who read ask I do so
Form:
They say you can’t pull purses from a sow’s ear—
Yet somehow, they make mountains from molehills.
In whispered tones, the barbs take flight:
A glance, a comment, gone out of sight.
They pry softly, unseen by the eye,
A question cloaked in a veil of why.
Then comes the throbbing—
The hurt, the ache, the quiet longing—
A subtle attempt to discredit,
Like bad news buried in Reddit threads.
It seems absurd—
Not saying a word
Can sever a nerve.
It’s the kind of pain
That catches you unawares.
You barely notice the cut
Until the sting arrives—
Light-hearted complaints
On your fingers, or the inside of my mouth,
Tend to hurt the most.
The smile that falters, the laugh that strains,
Each little jab, a soft, stinging rain.
“You’re so articulate,” they praise, unaware
That words carry weight, a burden to bear.
A seat at the table, yet pushed aside—
Invisible lines where respect has died.
“You’re different,” they say, as if a gift,
But in that distinction, the soul can drift.
Small wounds, like paper cuts inside the mouth,
Heal quickly, but the irritation lingers—
A thousand small cuts, never meant to offend,
Yet wounds the heart cannot easily mend.
So pause. In this moment, let it sink in.
Listen with your skin; let’s ease another’s pain.
For each cut there’s a chance to repair—
Let’s build bridges, to show we care.
Welcome to The State of Dis Union.
Here are some “dis” words to describe The State of Dis Union.
Dismantle, disruptive, disagree, disrespectful, distract,
Disappointing, disable, discredit, disregard, disobey,
Dislike, disloyal, dislocate, disaffiliate, disrepute,
Disgrace, disaffirm, dishonest, disembark, disinfect
Disgusting, disturbing, dismiss, discontinue, disarm,
Disconnect, disorderly, disassociate, discreet,
Disapprove, dissent, dispute, disorientated,
Disorderly, discord, disadvantage, disbelief,
Displeased, dislodge, disclaim, dishonor, distant,
Disarray, disconcerted, disintegrate, disinform,
Dismal, disown, dispatch, disparity, disguise,
Discriminate, discard, dissolve, distort, distrust,
Discombobulated, disband, discountenance, disaster…
Yep, sounds about right.
Unfair treatment at the hands of a boss
Power mad, slanderous causing me loss
Invalidated, worthless and lost,
Friends disregarding never giving a toss
Walking alone with no purpose or value
stuck in a zone where there’s no me and you
an individual lost, pointless confused
Never awarded rewards always feeling used
No one cared now neither do I
Life is unfair and then you die
Down at rock bottom living life
Treated rotten through selfish lies
All at the hands of the bitter and jealous
Going against me in all that develops
And Telling their lies to all other fellows
Those thoughtless folk who only follow
Now numb and removed with no desire
Spent all my effort now there’s no more
I can’t find a spark an ember or fire
Psychological warfare I’ve had to endure
Never give up and one day it will change
Why are humans so selfish and strange
Already got me then discredit my claims
Death follows life with nothing that pains
I’ve lived defeated while others succeed
They beat me down in my hour of need
I helped them out pulled them back to feet
Death follows life and I bet it’s more sweet
Living a life where you do not belong
Without a worth and you’re not strong
When you’re not interested in carrying on
It matters as much as it will when I’m gone
Though absolutely insured because of family’s opulence
We can’t verily buy a bed guaranteed to give peace-prevalence.
Though our financial records show investment’s gain
Our health so stressed complains of physical pain.
Though we press toward heights of being prosperous
We may retrogress due to financial qualms, grievously torturous.
While boastful of grand wealth abundance
Our bratty heirs are shameful in their lack of stewardship-guidance.
Though testifying about being instilled with values of contentment
We discredit ourselves by our dissatisfaction’s predicament.
Though we struggle to hide our envy through thanksgiving gesture
Our hypocrisy reveals the truth we dismiss in the name of human nature.
Though our hearts condemn* us after being convicted with guilt’s admission
God forgives, and with His compassion, acknowledges our humble confession.
*1John 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
January 29, 2020
2nd place, "POLARITIES AND PARADOXES" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 2/6/2020.
VOIDITY
Who told the sun where to position
and the moon at night to light up the ocean?
Who told the seas to set boundaries
between land, regions and continents?
Ask yourself if anything existed before creation.
This truth isn't just a story neither is it a fiction.
Void: the philosophical concept of nothingness manifested.
Spheroid of space & emptiness isn't man-invested.
The notion of voidity is relevant to several realms of metaphysics,
in voids, theories state there are no or few galaxies.
Voidness is the man born blind, without eyes
but a mixture of clay filled the void with eyes.
Impossibility is the iota missing in the void.
Voidness through heaven's finesse turns solid,
the mystery is like a child faith is able to groom.
How's there a baby in her belly if there is no womb?
To know the answer, you have to first find out
and decipher the power domicile in our mouth.
Where is heaven hanging when there are no pillars?
Faith is the substance taken because the pill last
as long as there's continuous filling till eternity.
You always believe in voidity of the gravity,
how the aircraft is suspended in the air
and the aerofoil (wings) enjoys airspace funfair
without it feets touching earth, seems exemplary.
Electromagnetism propounds a scientific theory:
which says "Without hands to draw each other,
two magnetic poles attract & come together".
You believe in the law of magnetic force
but discredit heaven's mystery for us
and debunk the fact that Earth in the Genesis
was without form and reveals voidness.
But The Spirit hover on the face of the deep,
this was while the earth and nature fell asleep.
Who would imagine words can initiate
continuous chain of creations while nature depreciates?
None of us did until now, so we continue to create.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Metaphysical
Copyright©April 2023.
I am not what my shell shows thee
I wish no harm but since early years
My fate was known to me
To humbled and loving to little fear
So now that I have ran and tried
no knowledge read but message known
My individual false soul has died
And now only now verses were shown
So to get the truth of one in all
The test I found is simple
And will free me of this call
Just make false prediction and fall
So my predictions in the name of true wisdom
Is my words have been read and stay questioned
The media will seek the face of the vessel
To discredit the word by world message
So if I'm not ever found
Sought for bold words
That I hand out to all without sound
If I'm not killed by self-righteous swords
Then saved am I but a prophet no more
I hold a understanding of religion
that brings reason from infraction
I speak my heart but write my wisdom
Lost in my self is a common reaction
I show only love and harm only me
This part died at age of 33
If we bring or fate into reality
is the word to be spoken by a white
man of humble upbringing.
Seek me not my pain you should not see
The truth of gods and planets
And all other false followed scroll of he
Is based on insecure men and vanity
Please I beg to be challenged
Prove me wrong by any means
Words are not mine but come from me
I wish no credit rather world spirituality
Scrutinize and crucify my energy
But it has been done
Died the shell but rose the one
Isn't age just a number?
Does it really mean a lot to you?
Does your age hold you back?
From anything you want to do?
Does age change your feelings?
Define exactly how one should feel
It doesn't change who you are
But it keeps everything seemingly real
So when you meet that special someone
And they're older or younger than you
Age shouldn't make a difference
When your feelings for each other are true
There are many who have an opinion
And they'll often voice their view
Trying to discredit your love
When they haven't even a clue
So when in fact in love you fall
Of your age you shouldn't fear
Age doesn't matter when you're in love
As long as you're sincere
09/12/2017