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Dear heart, with all due respect, stop your skipped beats and get a grip, please!
Pull yourself together, it’s just a girl, even if she is cute, smart, and kind.
Yes, her eyes are crystallized love, adorned with sparkling stardust,
Her voice, a divine concert of nature, a song that gently embraces the soul.
Her smile, one of the most beautiful and sincere creations of God,
And yes, of course, she ignites you every time you see her, your heart leaps madly.
She invigorates you and takes your breath away simultaneously, an ecstasy that overwhelms you with emotion,
A longing you’ve felt for years, searching in every star, story, and song.
Every question leads you to her magic, every sound aligns with her unique music,
Every breath whispers her name, every beat of yours belongs to her forever.
There she comes, like a breeze that seduces the rain, damn it, heart, have you lost your rhythm again?
In her presence, you are caught in a dance of emotions, lost between dream and reality.
She is the storm and the calm, a paradox that keeps you captive between desire and reason,
A journey your heart takes with every beat, a never-ending story.
When you draw near, the whole world disappears, leaving only her, your entire universe,
In an eternal moment, between two beats, you find the essence of everything you ever searched for.
WHO SPEAK TO ME AS FREIND BEHIND THE BUSHES
THAT NEITHER RATTLES OR SHAKES
WHEN HE SPEAKS.
"ALL THE SRUBS OF THE GARDEN WISHES
THE HENS TO LAY EGGS THAT THE FOX
MIGHT FEAST ON THEM" SAID THE VOICE
THAN I ASKED, DOES THE SHRUBS FEED THE
HENS OR DID THE SHRUB BUY THE HENS
THESE HENS ARE MINE. AND THE FOX
SHALL HAVE KNOWN
OF MY EGGS.
THEN THE VOICE SAID, "MOLDS SHALL
GROW ON YOUR WHEAT, AND FUNGUS
SHALL GROW IN YOUR GARDENS
THIS THE SHRUBS COMMAND THAT
YOU DEFY THE WISHES OF THE GARDEN"
WHO IS HIS AND STOP TRYING TO FOOL ME,
THE MAN SAID, IBETCHA IT'S
THAT HUSSY BLEU BELLE
MAD CAUSE I WON'T DATE
HER SISTER"
THAN I HEARD," SILENCE !"
" I'M THE VOICE
THAT SHALL GUIDE YOU,
PUT 40 EGGS IN A BASKET
AND SIX GALLONS OF MILK,
AND FLOUR, YEAH THE FLOUR
AND THAN MIGHT YOU BRING
HONEY AND YEAST AND FAT OF
A MILKED COW, THAT THE FOX
MIGHT EAT THIS TO APPEAZE
THE GOD'S OF THE DIRT" SHALL
THESE GODS'
MAKE US FEEBLE AND STRANGE,
AND OUR GROUNDS UNFERTILE?
" AH YES"SAID HESITATING VOICE,
THESE OFFERINGS
SHALL HAVE YOUR GROUNDS TO BE
WITHOUT MOLD AND BACTERIA,
THUS THE GOD
OF EXPIRATION SHALL
MAKE ALL YOUR WHEAT'S
STALE AND FUNKY."
IN 1969 A GROUP OF CHURCH MEMEBERS DEVISED THIS SCHEME WHEN THE BOUISE THE FARMER WOULDN'T DONATE THESE GIFTS HE HAD PROMISED TO THE CHURCH. HE COULDN'T BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD PUT THE WRONG ADDRESS ON THE BOX, AND THE MAILMAN TOOK THE BOXES AWAY. THE CHURCHMEMBERS DIDN'T BELEIVE HIM SO THEY HID IN THE BUSHES AND USED NATIVE
MAGIC HYPONODUST TO HYPNTISE THE FARMER INTO GIVING THESE GIFTS.
Born at 5:55,
It's the time I came alive,
I strive everyday to change,
Rearrange the way I see,
Each day is new to me,
Spiraling through eternity,
I was born to transform reality,
555 means change was meant to be,
Reminding me daily to strive,
Thrive within the unknown,
I've grown into what you see,
A tree of possibility,
Setting you free from the guilt,
Built into the program,
I am the change I want to see,
Living truthfully,
Fully embracing,
Each day I am facing,
Racing the clock,
Blocked by my old beliefs,
Relief is coming,
While you're becoming chief,
No thief can steal,
What you believe to be real,
Feel your way through,
You don't need to survive,
You were born to be alive,
Let 555 remind you,
You're the one who drives.
The movie ends, the credits start;
The audience starts going.
Most don’t give a hoot about
The credits that start showing.
They might wait for the actors’ names
But then they’re out the door,
Assuming all that info’s
Something they can just ignore.
I once was told to seek a name –
A friend’s son in the biz,
And when the names scrolled by, I was
Excited to see his.
It made me think of all that work –
To set each scene or edit,
For such a quick acknowledgement
And none to see your credit.
And so I sit and watch the list
Of all the cast and crew,
For in the audience, we should
Give credit where it’s due.
My darling, why did you go
You won’t tell me under the moon
You won’t tell in the morning glow
And in the dim afternoon
Why must we deal with the time
Why can’t it leave us alone
I want us to live, but we die
There was a time, but its gone
Our space is reduced to an archive
Your garden is touched with decay
What do I know except still I’m alive
And you can’t be here today
So into dust we return
This perpetual law of the dust
Beckons our flesh to be burned
To feed the insatiable past
Memory serves but it fails
Time takes it back from a man
The wind fell asleep in my sails
I want to see you again
Silence is one stern reply
There'll be one more in due time
You know the answer, either do I
Together again we'll entwine.
The search for a due date never stops
I seem to have lived in the shadow of my existence
Tell me when the apocalypse will be, and I will set my watch
Seeking and stumbling in vein
I want answers!
I may know when my first breath was drawn
But when will be my last!?
When the winds of opportunity blow in my favor
I pray for an extension of the deadline
And sometimes
When adversity stalks me and troubles beset me
I feel incarcerated here
Sometimes I've wanted to up and leave this place
Some people actually have
Uncertainty befalls me
The faith I have is shaken
And the 6 o'clock news takes what's left
Who will stand unchanged by the tide of rumor?
Can't my heart just beat inside the moments that I have?!
What life is it at all, to be afraid to die?
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos
After due consideration,
Lounging in repose.
I can't imagine leaving out,
A special step to dream about!
Would friends with benefits,
Agree to travel about?
Find bits of nature to explore,
Even on the ocean floor?
Attend a concert or show to see,
What will lift their friendly eyes to me.
Have a meal of something new.
Thats for me! How about you?
Swim down a river late at night.
Find a waterfall and dive right in.
Sit quietly and watch the moon rise,
While I watch the reflection in your eyes.
Talk a bit or read a book.
It's only the moon or a look.
And I'd like to be gone soon,
Into my head,
To create and dream,
Of romance, if that's not to extreme!
Flowers in the house!
Dancing close!
Maybe chocolate on toast!
Friends with benefits you must agree,
Could be complex,
Especially for me!
If all of this is true to form,
I'll have to keep many friends with benefits,
To tag along!
Sometimes I am fine without,
Friends with benefits hanging about!
May 6 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 15-17
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 15:13 For because ye did it not at the first, the LORD our God made a breach upon us, for that we sought him not after the due order.
HEART THAT SEEKS THE LORD AFTER HIS DUE ORDER
Our heart seeks the Lord after His due order for our devotion
Since He cares for our soul and spirit’s condition
For us to love Him, prioritizing eternal possession
While yielding ourselves to His perfection.
Our heart seeks the Lord after His due order for our righteousness
Since He purges our iniquities and enviousness
For us to trust Him, doing Scriptural goodness
While delighting ourselves in His graciousness.
Our heart seeks the Lord after His due order for our faith-maturity
Since He stretches our growth-advancement and prosperity
For us to exalt Him, extolling sovereign authority
While abasing ourselves under His security.
Our heart seeks the Lord after His due order for our commitment
Since He blesses our dedication and involvement
For us to live for Him, having heavenly investment
While submitting ourselves to His enablement.
Our heart seeks the Lord after His due order for our sacrifices
Since He accepts our humility and praises
For us to serve Him, aiming for holy success
While entrusting ourselves to His embraces.
Our heart seeks the Lord after His due order for our obedience
Since He rebukes our followership-negligence and disloyalty insurgence
For us to surrender to Him, overcoming humanistic expedience
While setting ourselves in His compassion-diligence.
Our heart seeks the Lord after His due order for our victory-championship
Since He governs our character development and stewardship
For us to labour for Him, involving in His divine discipleship
While engaging ourselves in His ministry around His fellowship.
May 6, 2026
Opinions will vary, that is plain to see.
Common ground should be our goal, I believe that is key.
When egos are high. that’s when respect gets lost.
Invariably there are lines that should never be crossed.
This world is a jungle with predators of each breed.
Eventually they’ll get hungry and then they will feed.
It’s the job of the strong to protect the weak.
Sometimes we must fight and not turn our cheek.
We all have opinions on how this country should be run.
There are many different ways of getting the job done.
Each coin has two sides, they are different but belong.
We need checks and balances to help keep us strong.
Many choose to share their thoughts with written word and rhyme.
Some may write about politics or maybe the end of time.
Always share the truth and make sure your facts have been checked.
When opinions get varied, give both sides due respect.
MOM'S BIRTHDAY DEW IS DUE
Just like a balm in bed you are to me.
I may leave my thoughts unspoken
till the day my muse is inked-out.
Mom, I may sometimes keep mum (mute)
but there's no day that passes
without a reminisce of your kindness,
your thoughtfulness & sacrifices,
your sweetness and your love.
Warm-hearted as noonday sunshine,
restful and peaceful as the night,
deep hearted like depth of ocean,
uplifting as the waves of the sea,
strong and steady like the tide
sums up all that you are to me.
Your love has always been unconditional
even when my moods were transitional.
Hope today, your birthday is special
like sparks that rattles sensational;
Feel yourself renew 'cos your birthday is due.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY from me to you.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 28th, 2020.