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Who Are WE but Who We Are…
We are the conscience of the heart;
custodians of its emotions—conjuring,
molding and etching its most sacred feelings
upon the canvas of time’s time;
We are devoted lexical midwives—
delivering depolarized doses
of liberated thoughts from wombs
of metrical, pregnant minds;
We are the dream catchers of the soul,
unflinching emissaries of truth’s truth,
unafraid—dispelling lies—exposing
hypocritical cries;
We are the mourners
and revelers of nations; sages
standing strong, silently screaming,
stimulating sleeping souls:
We are poets—griots of the word.
The old decrepit cemetery sits abandoned in the courtyard
Whistling tumbleweeds roll, moaning and groaning out of perimeter
Its an eternal hell hole for jackals, sorcerers, witches and daemons.
Damnation is born here and it hovers like a dark cloak over the county
"Abuse them no more, " said a voice over a toasted atmosphere,
but the Demon Head with 14 tails laughs and taunts,
while Witch Viadora sprinkles Sulphur on her broom and hovers over the air
Her red eyes flare as she shoots fired breath and un-casts a spell :
"arise, arise formidable frightful emissaries
into the decanter you all go without parries
its Halloween night and everyone marries
one child at at time, go scorch the scarries
You could hear the big creeks from hinges dried up, of long ago
as little feet scurried, dead people arose to purge the earth of covidian caca
there was laughter and candy once again, and grannies moussaka ;
The caretaker awakens with a yawn behind the cemetery shed and quickly got to his knees, removing the lead from the earth
Here where souls were once enslaved by fear, are now shedding a happy tear
Tonight the blue moon smiles, for its Halloween
and all the dangers are 10 ft under.
Embers and Snowflakes swirled and wafted, intermingling in the breeze,
when cold snap caused snow to fall
on raging wild fire that had destroyed many homes.
Embers the red seeds that spread and fuelled the fire front and devastation.
Snowflakes the white hope that the fire could be smothered and extinguished for good.
The embers and snowflakes that collided in flight
cancelled each other out silently with mutual consent - nothing was left.
Fire and water, long time foes, sent out emissaries on the wind -
Embers and snowflakes, red and white, floating like butterflies on the wind.
Embers the red emblem of power and destruction.
Snowflakes the white emblem of suppression and subjugation.
My autonomous ego's life
feels unfinishable,
unthinkably mortal in future disconnection;
an unfinished compassion life,
unfinishable love,
an unpolished divine icon
of Earth's self-promulgating creation,
recreation
becoming more articulately interdependent folks,
intersectional resacralizing populations,
self and other co-empowering creolization processors,
ego/eco-transubstantiating
north-western left hemisphere's historic win/lose secularization.
Meanwhile,
our Gaian EarthMothers,
south past and eastern-future angelically co-present
Great Transition Troubadours
forever deepening sacred icons,
intersectional emissaries,
polypathic and polyphonic,
sacred MotherEarth becoming metaphorically global webbed,
rewoven away from left-hemisphere fashioned dualisms
of secularizing sacred both/and unity,
humanizing divine communion,
every day sanctuaried love-life,
Where pathological egocentric death
reconnects with healthy long-term compassionate communication
co-empathic communal deep listening
to learn nondualistic grief/gratitude re-education trends
bilaterally co-arising
unfinished articulation
still dynamically emanating
from unfinishable life
within Mother/Father EarthTribal His/HerStory.
We bind the wounded
Encourage the hurted
Rebuke the wayward
Enjoin the truthful...
Rejoice in the Just...
Prosper in elect ones
Goes the adage.. in time..
..Winds are tied up...
..In hope for The Dawn...
...Yester's liberators
Are they not today's
Most feared tyrants....
.....Were we not all in the trenches....
..Tree of my liberty was shed mine blood..
..Rooted in them veins crimson in color.
..Them leaves colored green after worlds..
..Crowned with a royal shade of blackness...
Cast off yet you the ONE that waters
That they shine and abide in peace...
They that enjoin and hope in love...
They that desire to walk in The Truth..
Trampled like a rag
You took the fall
Why do I yet nag..
You my redeemer..
The Path chose Me
You lifteth from the ashes
Making them princes...
Yet your soul Ya Rakbii
Was it not with them
Them sons of Men
Hear them ask of me
Where are you chariots
Mighty warrior where
Are your armies why...
We made a sacrifice
You are enjoying freedoms
That full of message beat
Was worth the sacrifice
Hope in the unborn ones
Makes us soar on the edge
Lest by anger we shatter
The sacred communion
But you made I shed tears
A defender overcomes all
Bitterness loss loved ones
Yet stays true to calling
Yet do now I see the light
The dawn we so much desire
Did I hear the trumpeting jumbos
Did I behold the city of promise
Did I see you Rakbii roll in
With Myriads of Holy ones Reign
Making your home among-st us
Is it not at hand Ooh.. Yah Karima
Emissaries now do send Rahman..
Go swift messengers send a dove
Make way for His The Majesties Rule...
THE LION WHO RUNS FROM A LION
Born of a Lion
But raised among sheep.
Stronger than iron
But shiver like leaves in upsweep.
Boldness is one of your identities
But at the sight of your clan,
you flee in company of groupies
And scatter before God and Man.
Instead of taking your territories
As it is written from the Genesis,
You succumb to your enemies
just at the sight of their emissaries,
Not knowing the old saying of wise words:
"He who runs because he has seen the Lions
can never run faster than he who runs
because the Lions has seen him" in the woods.
Since the son of a Lion is a (lion) cub,
Then the son of God is a god.
That's the veracity you have to absorb.
Accommodate this truth in your taste bud.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© December2022.
*Image of Man Woman Winter by Pixabay.
Winter Love: Lovers Lore
Fables apiece advents the quirky whiteness, mingling amidst a dreamt sea of ice, a transient couple transcends ...,
Our eyes traced a bevy of cooing doves, creamy emissaries that solicit the air, cradled bears in their cavernous slumber, grasp we the contrasts of a winter's value respectfully shared.
Rallies we as hosts, incite smiles that tide a snowy bank to ensure the source of our delight, that essences glacial depth eternal.
Pleasures us, our spartan sips of integral entities abject icy approach, belittles none of those concerns for our hearts warms in oneness.
The bleakness of grey chances upon the milky frost, but our tidings of gladness gave it no shroud.
Our love inscribed upon volumes stretches to starry reach, it burst in sparkled splendor, earthbound, tendered as a shower of distinguishable snowflakes.
Danced we, isolated from music yet winter's blast tunes the air, still, e'er so soft our labyrinths whims harmonious melody.
Jigged we to a two-stepped-hop, choreographed to frigid-freed heartbeats.
2022 February 18
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1090
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 17
*1st Place*
Winter Love
~~JCB Brul: Judged 2022 February 25
The natives believe that the Mississippi River
carries the souls of their ancestors into the water of judgment
wherein they will either enter the Sun's fire of joy
or sit in the ice of the Moon having their feathers counted and examined,
I suspect that when we, The Corps of Discovery accomplish our mission
this Grandfather river will haunt us like a deep dream that fights Time,
He is an American river now, an avenue for the trade of empire, substance and soul,
President Jefferson purchased the Louisiana Territory from Napoleon in 1803
for 15 million dollars, enough gold to build a bed with
and a landscape large enough to construct a nation on,
it is now summer of 1804 and with hearts, rifles and ores we explore
into lands that lurk with life old as oceans and tribes ageless in tribulation,
we are three dozen men whom hunt not warriors or wealth
raiding and rapine be not our pleasure, war party song our spirit sings not,
we are agents of destiny,
emissaries of Washington and explorers of the Northwest Passage,
the Spanish, French, and English already have merchants and mercenaries
peppered in remote areas of lucrative wilderness
furs, precious metals and trade routes lay naked to the will of disciplined conquest,
for the Indians survival is the business, their heritage hinges on heroism,
everyone has a claim yet only one power will reign,
J.A.B.
Polithieves
On my behalf, a conclave of crows
Then, my Imminent appointment follows
Orchastrated triumph at the polls
Heralds me into Parliament of Owls
Perching in the FAAC Convocation
In control of State notes
I go swift lyk Abacha o.
I have the antidote to your sting
The unremitted signed-off sum
arouses my Swiss account into ******
While you ejaculate Pains after intense
romance with poverty
In my hands lies the antidote to poverty's
venomous sting in your lives.
With unclouded vision
I see the bruised Roads
hospitals with chronic illness
sick Schools diagnosed with illiteracy
Upon dusk, the 9th Plague of God
on Egypt is reawakened:
Transformers with no heartbeat.
***
Your rivers of gold enticing enough
to lure Oludumare dine with injustice
Greediness vampired you with Insatiable
thirst for wealth
Conscience numb like the corpse of Bin Laden;
With flaming greed, that ablazes the ocean.
You emissaries of Esu
Bearers of anguish
Farmers with bountiful reaping yet no sowing.
Santas with sack bulging with hoarded wealth
Drownless river trickles down our faces
Hades empathise, but with you - epicaricacy.
"Tins go beta" - their ghost promise
Yet we are maltreated wives to poverty
Submerged in sorrow with no depth
Our rainy eyes experience no drought
Happy New World
A new day glows as the year comes to close
Opting for true love that rejects old throes,
Wishing happiness for all ringing heavenly bells,
Offering hand of friendship as tranquility dwells.
No need to waste time making elaborate plans,
A silent prayer in unison will awaken all hands
Linking solidarity to defeat emissaries of evil
When angels will join in to vanquish the devil.
Citizens of this world over seven billion strong
Have enough power to defy mighty atom bomb,
For no one would die if no one would fight,
Refusing to pull trigger will end unsightly fright.
Healing won't begin until we recognize the pain
Hiding in places where despair and grief reign.
A tiny part of each of us can restore dignity
As people rise-up to save anguished humanity.
May volunteers bring smiles to saddened faces
As regal actions shine brightly in angelic graces.
Imagine billion hands reaching to those in need
Uplifting resolutely, engaged in a noble deed.
May the world unite with heartfelt compassion
As message of kinship reverberates true passion.
In a world without wars there are no weapons
For trust builds friendship that peacefully beckons.
May new-year dawn wishing happy new world to all,
May deliverance of goodness answer every call,
May courage dominate defying perils big and small,
May harmony loom large as unity stands tall.
December 30, 2017
First place: Best poem contest by Silent One