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Like Snow White
I have unknowingly bitten into the poisonous fruit.
My heart beats just to keep me alive.
I am broken.
I feel nothing.
My heart is being cloaked against a warming.
My body shivers, shakes.
My mind ponders, can love still grow?
The wells have dried I can no longer shed tears.
A strangling weed has begun to take control.
Tangling so deep around my heart that loves light is so hard to find.
A tender feeling brings pain to the center of my being.
The constant negativity is gnawing on my brain making it become numb.
My head reels in pain to think a tender thought.
Mindless chatter is all I hear.
I crave darkness.
A sleep, an endless sleep.
Judge me if you must, condemn me not.
For, I am already condemned.
My blissful memories one by one are slowly fading away.
My warm emotions turning into a cold wind freezing my soul.
Will a true loves kiss when touched my lips rejuvenate my soul
Expel me from the loveless poisons running rampant in my veins.
Uproot the lifeless emotions growing in my heart.
Reheat what passion remains.
Ignite the dying coals.
Like Snow White
Can I still arise to begin anew?
A true loves light capturing my soul.
A touch warming me to my core.
Ending the lonely terror.
Refill the wells with loves true joy.
In the soft morning light,
While dew drizzles its sigh
Over the petals of a blushing rose,
Silencing the reflections of prayers
Prayed gently, an intimate flow,
Embracing the sweetness of a promise,
Love smiling just beyond the horizon,
Where the moon is fading
And stars, still gazing, hesitate…
A breathtaking moment before dawn
Has her say, her moment, her chance to portray,
All the joy that comes to those
Who erase the night with a wonder,
Pleasant as the trembling tones of laughter,
Stirring hearts to remember, just remember…
Sunlight, peaceful and lulling,
Quieting even the last hint of a rhapsody
Broken into waves of ambiances,
Promises, endless praises,
Embracing the music, the hushed hopes,
Alive as the prayers who kiss away the darkness,
Leaving trails of candy cane smiles,
Beautiful as the stories we told the child,
Who is alive with pleasure that bleeds giggles,
Laughing away the last breath of shame,
Singing in glistening frostlike mazes,
Reverberating ballads,
Melodies in the heart, harmonies
Grown warm by the fireside of love,
The hearth of hope,
Fireside so friendly
It feels like the sun’s family…
Enchanting me – yes, mesmerizing as a dream,
Bleeding grace that truly believes,
Grace that plants the seed,
Sowed into souls who can see…
Beneath the Son…
This peace will forever be – never a weed,
Always, ‘tis agreed… simply believe.
People's eyes are not what they proclaim,
if only they reflected their truest selves by being fair....
they certainly would offer charming smiles when they wink,
and nobody would keep from them or resist them...
On the boulevards of the big cities,
they briskly glance to admit surprise...
perhaps not too friendly as the country ones,
but still fascination sparkles in them to stupefy us...
People's eyes tell of love's tragedies and tales of past glories,
Juliet's eyes madly in love with Romeo who saw beauty and poetry in them...
Shakespeare who wrote of the madness in Hamlet's eyes,
the Danish Prince, who swore revenge when his father's ghost appeared to him...
On the suburbs' streets different faces are seen,
not as sophisticated and cold as the metropolitan, scurrying ones...
warmer and less irritable, not chasing after missed busses and trains,
a big difference in the fast-paced rat's scene...
People's eyes staring from sullen and joyful faces, immortalized by the images
of the serene and angelic ones chosen by the painters of the Middle Ages;
saints and innocent souls calling upon God's forgiveness and clemency,
and the Renaissaince gave us endless works of art so admired in all of Italy...
Observe me and look into these bright and confident eyes,
what is the feeling you get from their friendliness...
sincerity, unpretentiousness and a loyalty too unquestionable?
Are there any other charms that make them so noticeable?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
THE CIRCLE OF FEAR
It's a world of creatures, great and small,
Living is for all, both big, small, short & tall.
The crocroch, trembling & tiptoeing from the store,
Would scurry away, at the slightest crawl.4
Afraid of a rat, so tiny and little,
Displayed it nerves, halting it tracks in the middle.
But little does it know, the rat's own plight,
For it fears the cat, with all its might.
The cat was its predator, lurking at night.?
With a whisker twitch, eyes full of gleam,
The rat would hide away in the darkest dream.
The rat scurries fast, to escape the cat's chase,
A wild game of survival, in this endless race.¹³
Yet the cat, too, has a fear to bear,
For it dreads the dog, with its fierce stare.
With a fierce bark & teeth that could bite,
The cat would scamper off, as quick as the light.¹7
But the dog, oh the dog, had its own fear.
The man was its nightmare, ever so near.
With a towering presence and booming voice,
The dog would cower, left with no choice.²¹
But the man, who brags boldly before his peers
And walks tall & proud, but hides his fears,
For he's afraid of the woman's mysteries & tears.
Her curves sharpens the man's blurry sight.
The woman was his challenge, day and night.²6
With her wisdom & strength, she held her stance,
The man would falter, in her captivating glance.
Oh, the irony, in this life circle we find,
The fear of a tiny crocroch couldn't be left behind.³°
But the woman had her own quell qualm,
The crocroch was her unease, causing alarm.
With its scales, it seemed so mundane,
The woman would shriek as if driven insane.³4
And so, this fear circle went round & round,
From the crocroch to the rat, with a fear profound.
Each creature trembles in their own peculiar way,
An endless loop, in a comical display.³8
But imagine if they all come together, with cheer,
Realize their anxieties were trivial, nothing to fear.
For in this vast world, where fears intertwine,
Coexistence & courage might make them all shine.4²
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?22nd December 2023
When shadows fall and skies are overcast,
Remember, storms are never meant to last.
For every cloud that darkens up the day,
A brighter sun will chase the gloom away.
In moments when your spirit feels confined,
Look deep within, your strength you’ll surely find.
With every step, a journey starts anew,
And endless possibilities ensue.
The world is vast, with wonders to explore,
Each dawn a chance to open a new door.
So lift your gaze, let hope ignite your soul,
For you possess the power to be whole.
Embrace the light, let joy and love take flight,
And know that you are destined to shine bright.
Cold was the night when I sat down
The dimples on my cheeks were brown
When they're supposed to be bright red
The fear had gone into my head
I began scribbling with my pen
Words flowed out from that inky den
And danced with the flickering candlelight
Like Goosebumps tales told at night
Indeed it was a gruesome sight
Alone with ghouls of fear and fright
Stories were spewed and told again
Of wars, trust, betrayal and pain
of dragons, knights and leprechauns
And Chimera dining with djinns and fauns
Where Wellington cried Waterloo
And China hugged the Spanish flu
I was caught unaware that time flies
Caught in Anansi's web of endless lies
And bestial shapes spurned the papyrus
Groveled in oil exhumed from Cyprus
As Bucephalus crowned Archimedes
With the golden armor of Diomedes
The LNM stilled the North seas
The West, under siege from zom- bees
And the myth and magic of the ethereal
That mad, mad world, unseen for real
All came as one in blatant prose
There time and my pen both froze
The cosmos had let and closed the deal
The life surged to the inky seal
I felt a sudden chill down m'spine
Just at my door was Frank-in-stein
Does she not know?
That when I sleep my mind wanders wills to find her,
And when the cold morning arrives,
And I awake alone,
I wonder if I should call her,
Boisterously announce my awakening,
From a night of restless thoughts and dreams of her,
And as I sit sipping coffee awaiting her arrival,
(Why for the first time in remembrance am I on time and even early?)
Time turns endless and then she appears,
My heart melts at the sight
Of her kinky hair, cute feet
And beautiful smile,
So awash am I can’t even fathom the arms of another.
And still she cries out from the sea
For me to prove my love…
And my passion grows insatiably!
Her anguish and belittlement of our love
Cold steel that streaks my heart
For all the while I’m in the
Boat beside her
Laboring ore the oars
That keep us future bound.
I knew him first as Cassius Clay,
“The Greatest,” as he claimed.
His many titles proved that he
Was accurately named.
He “floated like a butterfly”
Yet he was brash and bold.
He stung opponents “like a bee”
And left a few out cold.
Although a boxer through and through,
You might say to the core,
The one place he refused to fight
Was in the Viet Nam War.
He lost his license for that stand,
Excluded from the ring
For several years, but then returned
Triumphant as a king.
His years of taking endless hits
Led sadly to disease,
For even as “the greatest”
Life provides no guarantees.
I’m not a fan of fighting sport
In any form, but yet
I’ll mourn Ali, the fearless champ
The world will not forget.
What is family?
What is family but a constant twisted endless winding road.
We travel down and down looking for the perfect family,hoping and praying that they understand.
Family isn’t always blood it is what we make it sometimes family can be ice cold,they don’t always understand but there will always be people who will lift you up and be your best friend.
Your best friend in times of need when family isn’t always there or when family chooses to judge when they simply don’t need to judge based off their own greed.
Family is what we make it not what we are born into if you ask me it’s something that we all do.
We all choose what to do,we all know right from wrong but some people choose to blame you and say you’re wrong.
Why are we wrong if we are making mistakes,we learn from mistakes even when our lives are at stake.
In my life I have been judged and berated yet through it all I’ve never hated,I’ve never hated those who have trespassed me,I’ve never hated those who have judged me I have never hated anyone and I never will, even if family is sometimes a hard pill,a hard pill to swallow sometimes it’s a placebo, a harsh and sour placebo that isn’t always a sweet pill, sometimes it’s bitter and sometimes it’s sweet and sometimes it’s just what we need.
Family should be there for when we are hurt most instead of laughing,mocking and judging and making a toast.
Like it’s one big celebration like we deserve to have hardships in life well let me tell you that,that isn’t who you are in life.
You are so much better then your haters and so much better then the fake faces of kindness and care,you have a strong head upon your shoulders and people who care will always be there.
Oh, latest iPad, may I hang thee,
From the nearest garden tree!
A Grinch, thou art and nothing more.
Causing me, endless problems galore!
As always, Safari is to blame?
Almost a tune, that puts me to shame.
Why is it I , who is always at fault?
I dream of joyful days of saddleshoes
and malts.
Of humanity speaking, face to face.
And of being social, was of no disgrace!
Typewriters and mail, oh how I love!
This electronic age, hardly hand in my glove.
I miss the aroma of fresh, pencil shavings.
Thus goes, my off the wall nightly ravings.
People no longer look at the beauty of one
another.
Pasty- faced countenances adoring their beloved,
electronic other !
A ghost faced, global society?
Which dreams a worthless vaccine
can save humanity?
I despise propopganda with my entire being.
And on our devices, is all right we are seeeing.
9/30/2021