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CULTURE
Threads of colour speak before words come to life.
The quality of culture is sharper than the edge of a knife.
In these moments, culture isn’t just something we wear,
Its something that breathes and our world can hear.4
Imagine a gathering of faces, as warm as the sunrise,
Where each smile acts like a quiet drumbeat of belongings.
Beads rest gently on chests, like whispers from our ancestors,
Red as crimson, proud as lineage, sharing stories & histories,8
Tales and folklore that are older than language itself.
Our attire sparks fire that inspire writings etched on the shelf,
Fabric dances without moving — patterns clash yet harmonize,
Without disparities & comparison, in culture we familiarise.¹²
Culture is as voices in a song that no one taught us,
But somehow, we all know it just like stories of tortoise.¹4
Here stands pride, not loud but deeply rooted hereafter,
A tilt of the head, a steady gaze, and a softness in laughter,
It carries the weight of ancestors & generations.
Tradition rests comfortably on our shoulders,¹8
Neither heavy nor forced — just true.
Cultural heritage we exude, it's beautifies me & you.
VICK MANUEL POETRY{VMP}
Copyright ©?19th March 2026.
In the United States, the decision to have children, even when financial support is uncertain, can be influenced by a myriad of complex factors.
One significant factor is the societal expectation and cultural norms surrounding family life.
The American Dream often includes the aspiration of building a family, and individuals may feel societal pressure to conform to this ideal despite financial constraints.
Moreover, limited access to comprehensive sex education and contraceptive resources can contribute to unplanned pregnancies.
Inadequate awareness and education on family planning may lead individuals to underestimate the financial responsibilities associated with raising a child.
Additionally, socio-economic disparities and systemic issues such as unequal access to education and healthcare can create barriers, limiting individuals' ability to make informed decisions about family planning.
Furthermore, emotional or personal reasons, such as a desire for companionship or a sense of purpose, can override pragmatic considerations. Some individuals may believe that their circumstances will improve over time, underestimating the long-term financial commitment that raising a child entails.
In conclusion, the decision to have children despite financial uncertainties in the United States is a complex interplay of societal expectations, limited access to education and resources, and personal motivations.
Addressing these multifaceted issues requires a comprehensive approach that encompasses improved access to education, healthcare, and social support systems to empower individuals to make informed choices about family planning.
We opted to talk,
Disparities to dissolve,
Our problems to solve,
And went out on walk—
Not hands-locked as was before,
Heart’s feelings to pour,
Way out seemed no nigh
When words tied into tight knots,
Morrows, a sad sigh,
Life, like unfilled dots,
It all ended in silence,
Though with resilience,
We knew not at once,
But life’s ship had reached home-shore,
And back as before,
When we’d arrived home,
Eureka, all roads reached Rome,
Silence our life bailed,
When everything failed,
Ah silence had onward sailed,
We under same dome!
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Musings |05.06.2021|
Poet’s note: As a pause is in poetry, in-between notes of a melody, so is silence in social chemistry. When words fail, silence seems to sail. It is in silence that two broken hearts meet and beat together. Each stanza here looks like a Haiku, but only so appears.
‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a great malaise
It fosters hatred and ruptures many hearts,
Angry words can wound and pierce like darts.
But Anger becomes a sublime emotion,
If we know how to handle it without explosion.
It becomes sometimes so constructive,
Quashing the fallacy that anger at all costs is disruptive.
Many a time it has proved so positive.
And sometimes it turns very productive.
When anger is turned against situations
And not against people aiming at their degradation.
It enables us to rectify the discrepancies,
Through our resentment to change the disparities.
It fuels us with the energy to voice against injustice.
Bringing solutions to the voiceless in their crisis.
But never let anger consume your heart and soul.
It sure will take a mighty toll.
When anger bubbles and boils, catch the cue.
Wait a minute before the fire devours you.
As humans, we are likely to lose our temper.
But remember, to it, never surrender!
Holding a long-standing. grudge,
Is like having an unerasable smudge.
It will always leave a stain,
And lead us to irrepressible pain.
However, it is not advisable to suppress anger,
It can lead to irreparable danger.
But remember, when emotions of hatred are let loose,
There is hardly any chance for a truce.
A person under violent rage
Is like a prisoner in a cage.
Anger, more often is a negative emotion.
Landing us in violent commotion.
Anger against people steals all our energy,
But when it aims at solutions, it enhances synergy.
When angry, forgetting all decorum, one may shout.
Don’t let your resentment thoughtlessly blurt out.
Never let the tongue make a tempestuous tirade.
Tackle this tiny tab of tissue and tame its blade!
The rational mind
this contained receptacle of thought
allowed, restrictive, forbidden or prohibitive release,
still functions in both light and dark;
silent but unrestrained progressive thinking,
curbed by the mouth, lips and any vulgar release;
random, foolish, condemning images
prevail despite law, threat, incarcerated restrictions,
contrived interpretations or intimidated references;
this repository lives, perceiving life and its surroudings
fully functional, interpreting existence and reality,
its casualties, consequential actions, disparities;
action or inaction moves or hesitates as it exists
pure environment, acknowledgement of right and wrong
to be contained by filtered thoughts immoral and moral;
decisional knowledgeable preferences
in loathing of prior occurrences, retrospective recognition
of needed change, learned responses, resolute acceptance
of undesignated need, requisite essentials
for democracy, freedom, existence
with unequivocal, unquestioned, undoubted
equality for all
expunged and released, set free
by unfiltered consciousness of filtered thought.
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The Paint Mover - Art-Poetry
The poet paints deep thoughts with words
the artist duplicates with paint;
sometimes described as 'sister arts',
disparities are only faint.
So passionate my need to draw
before my art with words began;
emotions caught with crayons first
and then with flowing paint, they ran.
Great images I longed to seize
to capture nature with a brush,
and with my colors blending life...
within my soul, I felt the rush.
Like meter, rhyme, a paintbrush moves
to balance rhythms of a scene
portrays deep beauty for the eyes...
'art-poetry'...not read, but seen.
November 12, 2016
Contest: Creativity In Visual Arts
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
" Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world different from the existing one where all disparities will be leveled and happiness and freedom are made the birthright of all? Now such a world is enshrouded in mist. But who can say it won't emerge suddenly from the blue in some distant future"- By Poet
Though, utopia is merely an illusion,
Or a chimera born in the womb of our whims,
I shall take you to a near-utopian land,
Where, peace and beauty blossom like the cherry in spring
And trees grow like the cedars of Lebanon.
Come on, my Love! Let us move to that land,
Where the sun resurrects anew,
Where darkness gives way to light,
And life renews itself every morning.
It is our dreamland paradise or interim utopia.
Let us go into that Garden of Delight.
Look to the East, my love, beyond those crooked hills,
Where poplars grow tall in line
And a gentle breeze susurrates through the foliage of leaves
And wild weeds hem the edges of pathways,
Where bunnies and squirrels hop and jump
And run around whistling bamboo reeds,
Where the laughing cataract leaps down from the rocks
And flow along in silvery rills
Where the languorous breeze plays upon the leaves.
This place has all the beauty and bliss of utopia.
Away from the tumult, far from the bustling crowd
With the pandemonium of the world hushed to serene silence
Let us walk together to that sequestered glade,
Where we shall sit by the side of a rustling stream
And dance across the flowery meadows.
In this place of perennial greenery and sunlit groves
We shall walk hands locked and hearts singing as one,
Till the bright day gives way to a dusky night,
Inhaling night air in scented perfume.
Under the stillness of a star-spangled sky, we shall roam,
Through moon-blanched woods, enigmatic and mysterious
Listening to the sweet whisperings of our soul
And ‘drinking life to the lees’ from the chalice of love
Oh! Come on, let us not tarry….
Let’s move fast to that Utopia!
A gloomy song unfolds
Amid the chants for rights
Yet freedom wasn’t handed
Like centuries before .
Generations has emerged
And slavery has long been abolished
Left behind the scenes ?
Is it now a Modernised suppression ?
Same old routine that circles through many areas
Of our everyday life.
Relentless shaming and racial profiling ,
whitewashing history and institutionalized racism.
I have read,
Of bloody days and humiliating nights
Where black folks were oppressed and hanged.
I’ve seen and heard of the police brutalities happening everyday
And how black folks are shot and abused,
choked, and murdered in plain sight .
siblings are dying
Others are being caged
Some have been disadvantage by the system
Their kids now grow up with no mother and father figures .
Black lives matter: where did Arlington sterling go wrong ?
Black lives matter: Philando Castile’s baby saw it all in falcon heights
Black lives matter: may Gardner’s soul rest in power
Black lives matter ,the ghost of Trayvon still hovers around….
As we still march for change
For civil rights reforms wasn’t enough.
A black president wasn’t either
21st century couldn’t make the difference neither.
Black lives matter; please I can’t breathe
Black lives matter; the disparities in sentencing
Black lives matter ;Remembering Sandra Bland
Black lives matter ;risking whatever to protest for change.
As the carte blanche police watches on !
Amid the chants and the rage
Year 2020! facade equality lingers on
And Justice is still missing like centuries before,
In this land of the free .
Any difference between feeling horrified, on one hand,
and disenchanted terrifying thoughts, on the other,
seem connected to punishing error and folly in others
unlike our self-righteous ego identities
trained to settle for a Win/Lose anti-communal
anti-trusting world.
Such disparities are even less wise when paranoid
and manic,
a difference in degree
between tragically toxic and merely Win/Lose business as usual,
between outside projection and inside rejection
on our shared global potential enchantment stage.
Then, too,
perhaps any disappointing difference between climatic ecstasy
and everyday enchantments,
in-between wu-wei,
still kindly loves our best
and healthiest
and most beautiful,
sensual,
graceful local cooperative presence.
Each ecstatic day may bring some of both
cooperative enchantment
and Left v Right disenchanting competitions
to avoid horror and terror out there,
without doubt,
but also everyday disenchantments
of a complex,
sometimes chaotic,
domestic inside/outside competing darkness.
I'd like to start a middle child club for all those kids who got stuck with the rub.
For those who received the lesser end of the stick, when the flames of love were burning, they were left with a short wick. I'd like to shout out to that middle child who found love thru others, that they should feel proud. For going beyond their birth families allowed them to experience how loves supposed to be. I'd like to acknowledge that middle child who wouldn't settle for disparities, allow their emotions to become beguiled. They didn't wallow in hurt feelings nor become a sad sack, for they learned how to love others beyond their abilities to love back.