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Fractured Storm
Ghostly gloom born in brooding stillness
Cut to smithereens with shards of energy
Whirlwinds in feral fragments shrillness
Warn of wild catastrophe.
Blinding firebolts erupt to split serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts released
Platinum tempests burst electricity
Splintered lights race on volatility increased.
Sonic thunder bumpers, let go pent up booms
Rip wide the transitory abyss
Slams closed jagged air as thunder looms
Solitude in ragged sound dismissed
Smashed bits of broken midnight crumble
Air’s torn edges reverberate in harrowing echoes
Drumfire’s waves of serrated sound rumble
Flashing thunderheads shriek in falsettos.
Night watch sees siroccos spiral spin
As raindrops on the dry earth sizzle
Downpours splash in roaring torrents din
Gales at rest – storm remnants sing thin whistles.
12-29-21
Contest: Weather
Sponsor: Angela Tune
N/A - 1-5-22
Contest: Your Second Chance 1st
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Firebolts can be found in the Merriam- Webster Dictionary
Spotted black, crouching low,
Approaching silent,very slow,
Large big eyes,spot him quick,
Race for life! Eyes click click!
Soaring high, measured round,
focussed search on the ground,
Talons poised for a sharp pick,
bunny dodges! Eyes Click, click!
Hooded hiss a deadly charmer,
Forked tongue, venom streamer,
Smooth, soft, and shining slick,
A Flying lizard! Eyes click click!
Sculpted beauty on the cat walk,
Whispers, whistles, it’s fashion talk,
Shutter speed and aperture trick,
A glorious shot! Camera click click!
A black box with a hole and lens,
Retinal screen with light balance,
man made camera size of a brick,
God’s tiny creation! Eyes win click!
Written 14/May/ 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Shutter speed poetry contest
Love Me From Afar
Love me from afar, don’t come too near,
Your fists write lessons my body must fear.
You call it anger, you call it stress,
Then beg forgiveness while I clean the mess.
Your hands don’t slip they strike with intent,
Each blow a reminder of what I represent.
I learn to flinch before you decide,
Read storms in your breath, the rage in your eyes.
You knock me quiet, you beat me small,
Till silence feels safer than speech at all.
I lie on the floor counting cracks and breath,
Wondering which apology dodges death.
You promise change with a shaking voice,
Swear this time it’s different, swear I have a choice.
“I hate myself,” you cry on my skin,
But morning repeats what the night did in.
You thrive on my terror, my frozen stare,
My stillness confirms that I know my place there.
Each bruise I hide keeps your power alive,
Proof you decide if I break or survive.
You call it love when you hold me tight
Right after teaching my ribs how to fight.
Your arms are a cage, your chest a wall,
I’m trapped between “I’m sorry” and the next time I fall.
Possession is not love it’s control by pain,
A cycle of harm dressed up as restraint.
You don’t want my heart, my voice, my trust,
You want my obedience carved into dust.
So love me from distance, stay out of my skin,
Because closeness with you is a battle I can’t win.
I’m tired of hoping your promises last
If love is your weapon, then love me from afar.
terrible two
is a ninja turtle
she spins her
little play broom
like a fighting stick
and charges
grandpa shark
faints and dodges
she reels back
gives him a whack
and he cries like a villain
terrible two
triumphantly giggles
terrible two
won't eat anything
he makes
she demands
yummy bunny pasta
for breakfast
to his surprise
grandpa shark actually
finds them quite tasty
grandpa shark
sits in a lawn chair
under a swing set and pushes
buzz light year's girlfriend
for an hour
higher
terrible two orders
higher she screams
to infinity and beyond
terrible two
still in her ninja pajamas
must get dressed
to go to the park
no
not your green velvet
Christmas dress
grandpa shark
sells her on
pink Minnie Mouse T
and blue denim shorts
(sometimes he wins)
snack packs
two bottles of water
and a fresh pull up
(just in case)
in her chariot
she climbs
and they're off for
a long stroll
through suburbia
saying hi to every dog
it's walker
every bird
and every jogger
until she jumps out
and runs for the swings
(not more swings)
then the jungle gym ganglia
of climby things
all leading to
the gigantic tube slide
where he catches her
until she's tired
she chugs a water bottle
dry
and polishes off
her stuffed pretzels
on the softest grass
under the cool shade
of the biggest tree
they lie
her soft rosy cheek
pressed on his chest
I love you Grandpa
I love YOU
no, I love YOU
she points her
tiny finger
in his face
tickles and giggles
under that big old tree
grandpa shark
reflects in the dark
their time in the park
and feels lucky
to have his terrible two
and sad as the
man in the moon
to leave her
as the road passes
beneath him
he remembers another
terrible two clutching
his fingers from
her car seat behind him
as they drove through
the silent night
he smiles fondly at the
big lunar light
leading him home
that let's him know
wherever he goes
his terrible twos
will always
be with him
Fractured Light Fragments
Ghostly gloom, born of foreboding stillness,
Cut to smithereens - shattered shards of energy escape
From the whirlwinds in feral fragments with serrated cutting edges -
Wary night watch warned of sirocco’s spinning untamed spiral catastrophe -
Blinding firebolts erupt splitting open serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts of released electric voltage flying wild
Splintered slivers of eye piercing shards - ragged air’s racing volatility
Sorcerer of sonic thunder bumpers, releases all pent up booms
Rips wide the momentary abyss of suspended oblivion
Slamming closed jagged air’s fractured ozone.
Smashed bits of broken midnight solitude crumble in the drumfire
Rumble in rushing waves of tattered sound through towering thunderheads,
Torn edges of reverberation echo again -
Flashing shadows stalk tranquility with their slashing thunder.
7-21-21
Contest: Fragmented Spaces
Sponsor: Constance La France
I SHOT THE PREACHER MAN™
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.
Arrant debacle of the anointed one
And dark child claiming identity of God's son.
Am just a little boy and not being punitive
But defiantly cantankerous and emotive,
No regret for my actions but now a fugitive,
Fugitive of my own premeditated atrocity
instead of the uproar of the city
Or the thought of the men in black
Even though it cost peace and keeps me on my track.¹°
Couldn't wait to eradicate that unwanted page,
Only the deed can placate a long rage.
Rage of being a molestation victim for years
And I couldn't even confide in my jesty peers.
You were the bully that wouldn't let go
Even many times when I said "No"
You still continued ripping apart my body and soul.
You were a shepherd to me in the sanctuary
But a wolf outside the congregation armoury
To defile me timelessly, ignoring the Law, what an effrontery²°
I should never be an "entrance" for no one,
you caused me pain physically, made me burn.
Sunday morning, on pulpit, you're the "light of the world"
But weekly when Mom leaves me with you for a word,
you're the darkness and fire eating-up my soul.
PreacherMan once said "we'll all reap what we sow".
You taught me about David & Goliath in service
Then, I began seeing you as Goliath, as you stir up malice.
Mom named me David, I was so little at 7.
I imagined how someone like you'll make heaven.
Child molestation wasn't what my parents bargained for.
You've been a thorn in my flesh since 4
Till you orchestrate the truncation of your own life,
leaving behind your innocent children and wife.
So just like David in the Bible I sort bravery,
even without stones, sling or any armoury.
Soliloquizes and quizzed my memory,
"in case he dodges a stone entering his eye socket,
he definitely wouldn't do same for a bullet".
I had no choice since mother wouldn't heed my voice
and father's never around but only sends toys.
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.4²
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 15th, 2021.
The day passes, an idle hitchhiker,
Thumb half-heartedly protruding
A posture half begging, half daring
Go ahead… seize the day
Good luck with that challenge
For daylight slips through the fingers
Craftily dodges with shadowy stealth
All attempts to control it, confine it
A few minutes in a crowded Starbucks
A cold compress of iced coffee
A mindless “atta boy, go get ‘em”
From a high school drop-out Barrister
Another “rope-a-dope” meeting
Stay on your feet, they’ll stop talking soon
How did it come to this
You were once a contender
Another ten round draw
Everyone seems happy
You didn’t embarrass anyone
Rematch tomorrow...8AM
Once I was wandering in my backyard to scan the previously latent place,
The ongoing search was for a rare herb blessed with divine grace.
My senses compelled me to go each step forward in slow but steady pace,
That place was so silent and latent that something unknown was creeping in solace.
A Sudden break of silence with hissing sounds grips the entire space,
Oh! An elegant black cobra fighting with a clever cat in the nature's palace.
Looked like a routine work to be performed by two super flexy guys without suffering,
The situation is evenly poised where no one is voluntarily retreating.
The snake stood tall and dare to look into the fiery eyes of the stranger and clever cat.
The valiant cat with quick reflexes carefully dodges the poisonous with tit for tat.
I reacted and disrupted this endless dwell as my delicate herb was suffocating,
Finally both the agressive creatures left the place with a deep and divine briefing.
He could just ignore me
When I come to Him with fears
He could just disregard them
My worries, pains and tears
He could just discount them all
As simply silly or trivial
He could just forget me
When I’m in need of His forgiveness
He could just abandon me
When I need His comforting
He could just avoid me
Like someone dodges an illness
He could do all these things
But what He does…
Is give me peace in the valley
Listening to all my fears
Wiping away my sorrows, my tears
With a light of love so vibrant
It reflects the warmth of His love
Love that knows no boundaries
Love that lives to give hope to me
Love that provides a way for me
Love that reminds me He is…
My best friend, my joy, my faith
The wonder of His amazing grace
With Him, I always have a place
What He does…
Is silence every storm
The thunder can no longer trouble
A heart who is wise by His strength
A soul who knows He is alive
A spirit who feels Him always warm
Like a flame of inspiration, a song
Of faith, hope and love, every good thing
From heaven above, where He is
Sitting on the right hand of the Father
Making intercession for all of us
So we can come boldly to the throne
With our pleas and yearnings, our needs
Our hope for a better way, a serenity
That surpasses all understanding
It brings such a sensation of amazement
What He does…
Is answer every prayer
With kindness that is so rare
Fulfills every dream, each desire
With a wonderful caress, a kiss, a breath
Falling across the heart and soul
Like a promise that forever consoles
Living proof that He is the only One
Worthy of our worship, our praise
The unending love that follows His grace
What He is… is everything
All joy, all peace, all gentleness
All hope, all faith, all feeling in the spirit
What He is… is sweet love that is endless!
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For hybrids, electric cars, even ones that run on cooking oil and Indian lore
But I've saved the final two lines for a new car so incredibly smart
That without any driver, it appeals to cutting-edge intellectuals
~ and fearless hearts