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CELESTIAL ARTISTRY
Dexterity the holes
From which I breath through
Imaginative virtues pour
From this body I inhabit,
Caught up in life's entangle.
But almost written off
Which birth my rising up
Sprouted by write-ups,
That fire never goes off,
The phenomenon that blow me up
Turns me to the hero
That writes history without pen
Saliently going for the glory
Then jealousy of the future
Will pervade the past;
Welcome to the chronicles of victory
It is an unending story
Towering Babel past the first heaven
Even skyscraper marvel in envy,
Oceans roar in raving reverence,
Kilimanjaro sinks to its knees in awe,
The cedar swept away like ashes
Though a forceful and flawless victory
There is a price and part to play
In this timely preparation scorching phase;
The more you sweat in this practise
The less you bleed in battle
Till you change from the glory of yesterday
And tell this story to my seeds,
A generation gifted & lifted with endowments.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2015.
Absorbed by compassioned glorious vision,
preserving pearls by courage’s decision.
Not to be detained in the after life,
where yesterday in tomorrows strife.
All for now caught in thy light,
dwellings in glance of that might.
That blazing soul in every step of the path,
through space and its centre on earth.
Fresh sweetness by the river of belonging,
passing through the dessert of silent suffering.
Sublime nature and its reflection by eternal provision,
constant remembrance of that glorious vision.
Frankincense scented memories culture,
lifted barrier that divide societies structure.
Immensity of space as majesty in presence,
stars yielded galaxies of mercy as essence.
Providence holding those moments,
divine radiance and its endowments.
Hearts of oceans in waves of devotion,
loss of self in supreme vision and notion.
Reflected soul in color and form,
inconceivable time to perform.
Great human spirit and refreshing river,
you will live for ever.
The calendar counts the weeks and months of COVID.
Yet, every pensive daybreak I am granted that for which I never asked.
Of course, suffering sickness and death tolls are endlessly morbid.
Still, my morning strolls find dazzling nooks where wonder is unmasked.
Plentiful pansies splash passion rainbows over meadowlands unrequited.
Common Windmill palm trees display fan palms like broad hands.
Neighborhood lawns spawn hankerings for cornucopias delighted.
Each new day contains unique complexions, signature ambient wavebands.
I am an animal of textures, but the relentless pandemic compels tactile chill.
By what right am I awarded these winsome private moments on each stroll?
Rain drums on the roof like an invocation, and I touch the palpable thrill.
Nature’s rhythms are carried on wings of monarchs and in the birth of a tadpole.
At last, I am not alone but connected to rugged bluffs and smooth beaches.
Finally, I realize without these endowments, existence would be impossible.
I am meant to discover all the simple prodigious self-ordering reaches.
In understanding them, I see no beginning or end, only that I am tangible.
Please purpose pure
Loiter lost lure
Embrace each end
Apt aim attends
Sense something still
Use urge until
Rouse real refrain
Etching explains
Prompt primal play
Line limpid lay
Etch empathy
Ask actively
Shout screaming sham
Unfurl undreamt
Reach rude recoil
Endings embroil
Piquant pleasure
Lively leisure
Endowments ease
Answers appease
Sensuous success
Union undressed
Respite reeling
Effort etching
Play placid plan
Love lusting lend
Explore endings
Aim answering
Surprise surrounds
Unleash unbound
Richness restored
Expound explore
Prefer pretense
Light lovely lens
Express empty
Apply aptly
Sweet-sour smoothies
Urgent unease
Rowdy rich race
Endow embrace
Leon Enriquez
12 June 2014
Singapore
Legacy, paradox and affirmation
Bound the human society
Distinct from nature's other entities
We create circles and boundaries
Move within them
Restricting our expressions
Virtues, traits and attributes
The human endowments
Suffocate inside like a pigeon
In captivity
Life is governed by laws of
Cosmic consciousness
The man-made confines
Are rooted in subjectivity,
Contrary to the order of nature
The jungles, rivers and oceans
Abounding assortments of diversity
Personifying mutuality and reciprocity
Are ruled by freedom and simultaneity
They do not fight
From the time of Adam
Never a day has passed
When we sat at peace
Blood flows cheaper than water
Cries and tears do not matter
The thirst continues unquenched
We are not ashamed and
Take pride in being human
With ego, arrogance and greed
We are brutes beyond doubt
ALLITERATION ON MY PERSONAL LINES©
Accolades for an accountable and artistic "alien".
Although, adversaries aspire to amplify my Achilles' heel,
Boring born brainless bold bastards
Bombard bonafide boys buddies,
Breathing bad breath after boozing &
Breaking-out a belligerent brawl,
Conforming to congruous conflict, forcefully coming like a comet.
Daring desperate diabolical dare devil,
Determined to destroy the destiny of a dazzling Daystar.
Henceforth, this epigram enunciates in words my endowments & engulf every equivocal expressions...
Fallacious statements breeds fiasco fantastically,
Ferociously making me fastidious about my fiendish friends.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2009
Oh how I rue this deciduous time;
relentless in it’s passing year by year
while robbing memories we hold so dear,
and shedding yonker that was once our prime.
Through time we plod this monumental climb;
the cliffs of life we grapple fighting fear
while ever facing time’s relentless jeer
as youth is spent on chasing dreams sublime.
And yet we’ve heard it said that as we age
we gain more wisdom with each passing phase,
endowments mastered as life’s dream pursues.
But still with passing time the battles rage,
and loss of youth we shed as hopes abrase.
Deciduous time this aging poet rues.
September 3, 2024
Flora and fauna of birds, beasts, microbes, soils, atmospheres,
Should only these contribute to the forest components?
Height and densities of trees and plants, and their thriving years...
Aren't silver, gold, diamonds, and gems woodland endowments?
Who cares much for herbs and shrubs where tiny insects abide?
Flies, bees, frogs, rodents, bats, and rats playfully hide and seek.
Ants, crickets, grasshoppers, centipedes, and millipedes hide
Behind grass, leaves, and mud to escape threats as they are weak.
With animals, vegetation, and evergreen landscapes
Air to breathe, food, medicines, wood, and fodder they provide
Forests reduce pollutants in air, water, sound, and space.
Protect humans from floods, droughts, soil erosion, and landslides.
Though like a student in primary school, I might recite
Abiding midst a forest is a venturous delight.
How, oh how, can some endow
A building wing? Well, holy cow!
So many millions must impress
All comers, thanks to their largess.
Such lavish generosity
Is well beyond the scope of me,
For sums like that I won’t pretend
Are numbers I can comprehend.
Yet so much more than any bank
These benefactors we should thank,
For their donations help us out
And that’s what giving’s all about.
Of course, they get some tax deducted
When their building wing’s constructed.
Plus, they get their just acclaim
When on the walls, we view their name.
Endowments, though, will hardly drain
The cash their bank accounts contain.
It must be nice to scratch that itch
And give, but still be filthy rich!
Objects of pleasure they see us as
Attacking us from every angle and any corner
With our tiny voices we scream
Scream till we have no breath to scream again
With their Dwayne Johnson's muscles they suppress us
Forcefully penetrating with their carrots
Taking away our long preserved dignity
For the one we await in emotional unity
We are the victims of rape
Battered and shattered for the sake of pleasure
The pleasure we don't derive pleasure in but pain
On us the put chip of shame
Shame that has led to the damnation of some of us
Putting us in eternal bondage of scary memories
Making us everlasting victims of rape
But....
What sins have we committed?
Who have we offended?
Are we not humans just like every other human beings?
Are we no longer entitled to rights to free movement and choice of dressing?
Is it a sin to be beautiful and attractive?
Is it our fault that we have jaw dropping and eye catching endowments?
So why us???!!!
#Saynotorape
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