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AH GREET OH
Ah greet oh, you masters of stealth,
In your cloaks of deception, nightly amassing wealth.
With a handshake & a nod, in shadowy corners you trade,
Your morals as slippery as the last meal you made.4
Ah greet oh, you architects of towering falsehoods,
Building facades beneath the watchful woods.
For every loophole, a trumpet blares,
While honesty quietly fades, lost in its snares.8
Ah greet oh, pageants of the plastic ideal,
Where beauty’s a creation, crafted with zeal.
From cheeks to curves, you sculpt & you shape,
Chasing a form that’s bought, then escapes.¹²
To the saviors of souls, standing in clinics so bright,
With choices so heavy, they tremble in fright.
A nod to your bravery, in the dimmest of light,
Balancing wrongs, asserting what’s right.¹6
Ah greet oh, merchants of our daily fears,
Profiting from the living, exploiting our tears.
Your names carved in shadows & deals in the night,
Leaving behind a mark, indelible & the hood in fright²°
Leaders in agbada, whose truths twist and sway,
Promises fly like kites, on the wind they play.
I applaud your dance, so delicate and fine,
Waltzing on dreams, on that thin silver line.²4
I greet you all, with my two hands raised high,
I see your shadow games, where you all lie.
For in each shadowed act and every part,
Lies a glimmer of hope, perhaps a fresh start.²8
To change, to reshape, to rethink your place,
In this grand decor, in this vast space.
As we dance and weave, in both light and night,
May our actions find a path toward what’s right.³²
May we chuckle at our folly, at this grand charade,
And greet each new dawn, unafraid, unfrayed.
In jest & in truth, through all when we come & go,
To you, to me, to us, ah greet oh! ³6
VICK MANUEL POETRY{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?4th March 2024.
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tHE aLTO).....HEY I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN A LONG TIME
WHATS BEEN GOING ON
WHATS BEEN HAPPENING
TELL ME EVERYTHING
tHE BASSMAN).....WELL i GOT MARRIED: CHEATED ON MY WIFE HAD FOUR KIDS: i GOT DIVORCED
MY kIDS MOVED IN WITH ME
MY BEST FRIEND STARTED SEEING MY CHILDREN'S MOTHER
HE GOT HER PREGNANT, WE BRAWLED LIKE DOGS FOR YEARS.
WE STOPPED ALL THAT JIVE AND STARTED RAISING OUR CHILDREN TOGETHER.
i GOT MARRIED AGAIN, AND DIVORCED THE SAME YEAR: MARRIED A YEAR LATER TO THIS bad< bad MISSUS: SHE LIKE THE BEST THING A MAN COULD EVER HAVE:
FOUND OUT sHE WAS A BUSY LOOSEY WHO'D WHOCHI cOOTCHI WITH JUST ABOUT ANYBODY: DROPPED THAT mISSUS, FOUND MY CURRENT WIFE WE'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR SIX YEARS, i LOVE THIS WOMAN.
fOUND THOSE SNAKES IN MY LIFE THAT LIKED EXPLOITING ME.
fOUND THAT AMBITION OF FRIENDS CAN MAKE A MESS OF THINGS. mY MOTHER HAS BEEN ACTIVELY TRYING TO GET ME AND MY FIRST WIFE BACK TOGETHER, i CAN'T GO TO MY MOTHERS WITHOUT MY WIFE. a WOMAN WHO WAS MY FIANCE TOLD ME THAT SHE THINKS HER OLDEST CHILD WAS MINE, WE WAITING FOR THE WORD ON THAT.
bUSINESS IS GREAT, JUST GOT KEEP THEM GOATS OUTTA MY GARDEN, AND TRY TO KEEP THE FOXES OUTTA THE HENHOUSE, AND NOT TO MENTION THOSE STRAY DOGS THAT LIKE OVERTURNING MY TRASH CANS. oTHER THAN THAT AIN'T A DAMN THING HAPPENING!
tHE sOPRANO).....i HEARD THAT! AIN'T NO JIVE LIKE THE JIVE YOU GOING THROUGH, AND NO ONE THINKS THEY ARE EFFECTING WHATS GOING ON: AND THEY LIKE TO KEEP IT ALL ON YOU!
THE BASSMAN).....I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT. FOR REAL I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT! I GOT TO BE GOING, BUT MAYBE WE CAN GET TOGETHER ONE NIGHT ALL OF US, AND PARTY LIKE WE USE TO!
HERE'S MY CARD, BUSINESS IS DOING WELL YA'LL COME BY AND BRING THE INSTRUMENTS, I GOT SOME BADAZZ SISTERS WHO CAN SING! I MEAN THEY CAN BLOW A WHOLE IN A TEN FOOT WALL, SONIC OCTAVES SMOOTH SOUNDS!
tHE tENER)..RIGHT ON BROTHER WE CAN DO THAT! FOR REAL MAN SEE YA'LL THEN!
Three Cheers To Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis
Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday
during month of May
can be traced back
to ancient Greeks and Romans
devotional festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday,”
the other three hundred
and sixty five or six,
when leap year occurs,
especially Jewish mothers smother
also manifest courtesy
eldest sister or brother.
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis
(a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
childbearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's embolden
greeting card companies
such as Hallmark generated a market
(money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed
companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea
of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite
of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed,
fêted, lionized, revered re:
formed unsanitary
squalid living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where
greater longevity doth hum
bull all because, she sought to regale mum
(mine) deceased after rigor mortis
immediately thereafter her sole son
found himself saddened severely glum,
and uncomfortably numb.
Africa is too old to be young
the source of all humans
keep pointing on one root
i wonder where the world
could begin from
if we fail to recognise our
existing self
with out it root in Africa
Africa is too old to be young
is like to say a daughter
is the mother of her mother
Africa is always our mother
land
yes all humans
we all started migration
to every where we are now
from Africa
that is the truth
Africa is too old to be young
no old human history exist without
first from mother land Africa till now
what will you show to the world
today without? the knowledge
of the truth
alot has be hidden about
africa
alot lies has been told
about Africa
is not new how Africa Is
underated world wide
yet without? Africa
the world can't survive
Africa is too old to be young
i encourage the world
to summon courage
and look after it parent
Africa is the parent of all
of us
your race don't count
when it come to the truth
cos already we have been bless
beyond skin colours
i advice the world to
stop exploiting Africa
i wish the world understand
what benefits it will be
if we let Africa be the
way is naturally meant to be
so let's
stop the wars
Africa is too young to be old
the child can't have peace
when he or she don't allow
it parents to have peace
the world can never be at peace
if Africa is still on poverty and agony
the world can never be blessed
if Africa is a curse
the world has been long
in a deep trouble yet
we could change our
hard time only when
we realise the benefits of
Africa is not only for
greeds
You thought Rob Ford went to Heaven.
You prayed he got his wings.
For all it takes to make him welcome;
to those I tell these things.
He seemed the very human being
we'd idol for our flaws.
The press enforcing he was bad
despite their shaming cause.
A skin flint with our many dollars.
A hero to the city.
While ambushed by a waiting counsel
to bring about our pity.
He sinned the sins of every man.
The bureaucrats own misgiving.
His peers exploiting him as worse
with none of them forgiving.
A martyr with a thousand plans.
His goal to bring the peace.
Now silenced for a greater cause,
his soul won't know to cease.
I fear people have lost their way,
hatred and lies now rule their day;
for morals faded over time.
Purchasing political will,
Big business is pardoned to kill
and perpetuate fear through crime.
Politicians kneel down to God,
and yet, their devotion's a fraud.
For some, faith is but a pastime,
a mockery of true belief.
Exploiting people's pain and grief,
greed fuels anxiety's climb.
Alternative truths are just lies—
merely bigotry in disguise.
"Love thy neighbor" was God's decree,
not "manipulate them with fear."
Such behavior warrants a tear,
and I believe God would agree.
And yet evangelists meanwhile
preach that immigrants are hostile.
Heaven's gate is locked; love's the key,
and no other will get you through.
Come judgment day, God will judge you;
that’s Jesus's Divine decree.
Citing the cliché, good guys finish last:
folks have little appetite for the truth.
And do-gooders are constantly harassed,
a lesson taught to intolerant youth.
Facing a future anchored in the past,
folks are cruel, arrogant, and uncouth.
Yet, big business, every once in a while,
assigns a moral value to a smile.
Slick PR firms devise a clever ploy,
to mask the hypocrisy of their brand.
Fake charities are built to headline joy,
while laws that allow children to work stand.
Oligarchs carefully recruit, employ,
exploiting innocence across the land.
They hide their cruelty behind a mask,
where human suffering is just a task.
What stuff are we made of
We have eaten up greens,
Inhaled the best and given the worst,
The waste everywhere,
In the air, in water and heaps on land,
In name of modernisation,
Intruded woods and raw earth,
Colossal buildings, Material waste,
In name of science and research,
Synthetics and non bios,
Displacing all life, useless piles will eat space,
and for future generations, do we leave a deface ?
Is any other being on this Mother Earth,
Exploiting resources the way we do ?
Insensitive, what stuff are we made of ?
And generating the unending waste, civilised are we ?
Written June 18th, 2015
For contest "Stuff" by Thomas Martin
Second place win
Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté
Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles
Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery
Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
.CORLEO the robot inspired our venture
the robot with navigation control
seeking cactus fruit and rare stones
the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns
embordered in to silks and cottons
from the looms of yarners the warmth of a poncho
a tent and rv for staying
CORLEO for exploration
"the area known as desert Tulips."
The vibrant blooms of the Adenium Obesum
they sought to find the treasures in
a complicated environment.
peyote, a cactus with a button-like crowns
she spoke again in a much noticeable tone
her voice a soothing distinctive tone
a songlike chant a melonic flow
Banda the brasses and woodwinds
could her melonic tone as she spoke
nearly singing, she soothed me into her words
we came upon an outcrop of assorted rocks
one to include agate, amethyst, beryl, fluorite,
garnet, opal, barite, calcite, chalcedony,
jasper, quartz, lapis lazuli, and malachite.
walking barefoot on the concrete slab of the trailer
makes her feet as black as tar
Yeshu"a bin Yusef she spoke
of her troubles and in trouble
I will speak this name she said
then I shall seek remedy
and seek solution to our needs
all while not telling what
the crown of the desert
really meant
I felt used and foolish.
My company to her nothing special
as her next friend shall be the same.
Nothing specail, just a mere person
A polarizing perception of a weak man.
The Myth of belonging
just woman exploiting men.
A Brothel in 1800's is belived to be a myth
until a truck of gold is found
and a book with the names of many
people discovered
"Mujer tribal puta" was the cover-up
and now we know why.
they hasd discovered how to use
wires to communicate
and wished to keep
it a secret.
the Joshua Trees rattle from
Quakes.