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It was something his father always told him
a truth he wanted known
He’d say, son, together we are greater
than either one of us is alone
He’d say, If we want to make our world a better place…
we must blend together every seed of knowledge ever sown..
for together we are greater than any one of us is alone…
We must turn our disparities into strengths, he’d say
and not let our differences be overblown
for together we are greater than any one of us is alone…
We must realize how we need one another
and understand something the Earth has always known
that together we are greater than any one of us is alone…
He died…but his message has stayed with his son
and now that he’s on his own
He is stronger knowing his father’s with him…
than he could ever be alone.
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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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.
Seeking Redemption Beyond The Horizon
While my mind ventures to unravel the origins of human enmities
Craves to stumble upon a most sagacious and diplomatic solution,
We journey on even when decency is absent without good reason.
Vestiges of a dream imbedded in pages shred to miniscule pieces.
Where did the promises that we had sworn to and to abide by go?
Were eyes blinded by a debris of perverted lies creating paranoia?
Transgressions orchestrated for their politically motivated agenda,
Enact crimes against humanity inflating an already distended ego.
There is no end in sight only the sanctimonious blather of the vile
Or those egregious behavior of autocrats and anarchists seditious.
We must beg the Spirit of Justice to lead and champion our cause,
Liberating hearts from dank dungeons where love remain in exile.
Time is of the essence to end disparities for polarity still envelops,
Like the devil's claw suppressing every gasp of humanity's breath.
The indistinct laughter, a dire warning, heralds an ominous threat,
No escape route or fence to climb, just a row of hangman's ropes.
Optimism's visions blindfolded, subjugated by menacing shadows,
Yet slivers of ethereal light penetrates impregnable walls of doom.
Opportunity transcends hardship driving back the insidious gloom,
It is within our grasp to ignite joy and douse the flame of sorrows!
Penned: 02/10/2023
2:41 p.m.
Las Vegas
Nevada
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.
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.
If a poem or essay can end with a conclusion or its opposite, either one,
Can it be of any use to anyone?
Do the discrepancies and disparities, dualities and densities, reflect only
the dementia
Of the bearer of the pencil?
First entertain, then enlighten if you can. One stretches truth in order to
pretend,
Another leavens with levity one’s inevitable end.
Most days it's not possible to bring your life into an expressible state.
Disparate hopes, arduous chores, word choices. And, of course, the
state of the state.
Driven by ideas rather than rhymes, for it is not metres, but a
metre-making argument,
That makes a poem. Convenience store or university English
department
The day's disputes, down to the meaning of the weather, leave you
indisposed
To share your heart of zero and your inner rose.
It is the strong force, the energy of the loved ones combined with
cooperation for good or war.
Dad's years in New Guinea fighting Japs, he said, were his best by far.
The best that can be said or done is Be where you are. Love the one
you're with
Not necessarily an adult of the opposite sex, perhaps just a kid who
hates math
And school, dresses goth, reads rarely but learns a lot from movies and
YouTube,
Has the presence of mind to say I am who I am, deal with it. That's who
I want to be
And have always been. Today clean the house, again. Woke up this
morning to two thoughts:
How sweet to be alive! Life is tough.
Some feel that Bible verse conclusively
Describes all life explained through liturgy.
Some feel that evolution holds the key
With science leading forth explicitly.
Positions juxtaposed perceptibly:
A purist view of Life's conformaties -
A prescient view of Life's complexities -
Could one more view assuage disparities?
What do papyrus texts in fact convey?
And, what does nature's yield expressly say?
Somewhere between these two compelling sides
The letter and the spirit both reside.
We take from texts enough to salve our minds,
And then from nature context-laden signs,
With each constrained by factors of its lot.
Questions for both - what is and what is not?
Yet, could these sides assemble what should be -
A pair of constancies through which we see
Two halves converging as to form the whole
Reach toward a common line that's not a goal?
This dictum for another day, but now
Enough for both conjointly to endow
A symbiotic sense of harmony
And hope - if our thoughts are inclined to be.
I am the Dark
Silent to unfair Partialities
Subject to Social Vulnerabilities
Witness to Minor Criminalities
Idle to Public Responsibilities
I am the Dark!
Resulting in Mass Atrocities
Waking up to Stray mortalities
Numb to Countless Disparities
Failing to Prevent Cancer Calamities
I am the Dark!
Driven by guilty Estacies,
Working for Common Fantacies,
Outstanding Plans to Briberies
Muted while recognising fake abilities
I am the Dark!
Enough said! Enough not done!
Echos from the Soul!
"Work and Resolve!
Dream and Build!
Volunteer and Give!
Lead and Change!"
Trust in the Light!
Delight the Right!
In the land of sunshine and sandy shores,
Where palm trees sway and seagulls soar,
There lies a state with a troubled past,
A place where prejudice was cast.
Florida, a jewel in the Southern crown,
But beneath its beauty, a darkness found.
For in its history, we see the stain,
Of racist policies that caused such pain.
From days of old, when slavery reigned,
To Jim Crow laws, where justice was strained,
Florida's path was marred by discrimination,
A legacy that still plagues the nation.
In days gone by, black lives oppressed,
Segregation ruled, hearts filled with unrest.
Unequal treatment, separate but not equal,
Florida's policies fueled racial upheaval.
From the orange groves to the Everglades,
Through cities bustling with diverse parades,
Discrimination hid in plain sight,
Affecting lives both day and night.
In education, disparities did grow,
Unequal funding dealt a mighty blow.
Separate schools, a glaring divide,
Opportunities stolen, dreams denied.
Voting rights, a battleground fought,
Suppression tactics, freedom sought.
Through poll taxes and literacy tests,
Black voices silenced, rights suppressed.
Even now, the echoes still ring,
In policies that hinder and stifle the wings,
Of communities marginalized, left behind,
As Florida's racist history continues to bind.
But let us not forget the strength and fight,
Of those who rose up, demanding what's right.
From the heroes of the civil rights days,
To activists now, changing the ways.
Florida, it's time to break the chains,
To rewrite the story, where justice reigns.
To dismantle systems that perpetuate hate,
And build a future where all can relate.
Let us strive for equality and unity,
In a state known for its sunny serenity.
May Florida rise, a beacon of light,
Where love and respect always take flight.
For the power lies within our hands,
To transform the present, shape new lands.
Let's learn from the past, break free from despair,
And create a Florida that's truly fair.