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Lord! Why me? I try to live a life free of disorder,
Yet I'm forever greeted by signs reading "Out Of Order!"
Invariably, when I'm confronted with some dire emergency,
I'm faced with that leering sign adding to my urgency!
The interstate sign read, "Rest Area 20 Miles Ahead."
No stopping at the service station - we'll use the rest stop instead.
Ah! At last pleasant relief! We arrive at that convenient station!
Alas, a sign read, "Out Of Order" adding to my frustration!
On the interstate again I experienced mechanical trouble.
Nearby was an emergency phone - I'll get help on the double!
All I could do was stare and gnash my teeth in disbelief!
The dad-gum sign read, "Out Of Order" adding to my grief!
I rose to exercise the freedom of speech that we hold so dear,
To address the City Council and gain their collective ear.
The chairperson said, "You're out of order! Go take your seat!"
The vile thoughts that raced through my mind I dare not repeat!
I've found "Out Of Order" signs on ATMs, military latrines,
Gas pumps, water fountains, coke and slot machines.
Why is it that "Out Of Order" signs are so very rife?
I reckon it's just another one of those vexing vicissitudes of life!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I cannot tolerate the ones with haloed head
Who boast of their achievements, put on an act instead.
I cannot tolerate the perfect, always right
Who claim to love their neighbour omitting black or white.
I cannot tolerate the ones who share your pack
Pretending to be helpful then stab you in the back.
I cannot tolerate the friends who pick your brain
Intent on infiltration determined to make gain.
I cannot tolerate the types who wish you well
They swear to loyal virtue, but then they kiss and tell.
I cannot tolerate the false and double-faced
They are the parasitic, their tongue with poison laced.
I cannot tolerate the guys who look for fights
They cause much harm while pleading the law to back their rights.
I cannot tolerate the tempters with their faith
They are the instigators, the ones who love to hate.*
They cannot tolerate my face, but I’m alright
My aim is to expose them, oppose with all my might.
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* Here I am referring to those who commit crimes and injustices in
the name of religion.
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16th June 2014
Contest: Tolerance
Sponsor Freddie Vee
Risk I have took for you
I faced the dangers and faught powers greater than my own
Honestly I dont know how ive made this far
I Thank the Lord for always carrying me
Blessed yes By the Best
Undeniably committed to the struggle
Silent meetings I spoke so loud
I opened my heart and revealed only a little of what i feel
I suffered the rest in silence
Trained and practiced for when preperation meets opportunity
Thank You God Bless I see very good
Watching like a hawk i keep my mind busy
Because the idle mind is the devils workshop
Curuption in every nook and cranny of this ungodly land
Im reasonly upset by the recent chain of events
Zipcodes and gridlocks and selective hearing
Gossip on their lips thats my battle plan
Its a toss up if I'll get my life back
Im coming across as a man with some kind of Intellgence
It's apparent by my letters i know how to build a sentence well
And paragraphs reminded me dont forget to love your enemies
It's obvisous
It must be done from a distance to get the job done
Form:
I had reoccurring dreams about being famous…
I’m afraid I’ll end up like those celebrities
I watched videos about fame, got me anxious
I’m praying for my poor, poor soul at ease
God, be with me!
I wanna be free!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, that’s my plea!
Don’t know how to live life
Faced with peace and strife
God, be with me!
Life cuts me like a knife,
Prayed I have a winsome wife
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Faced difficulties about my sexuality in the past
This ache inside got me hurt many times before
As I look upon my future, going way too fast
Cast away my anxieties and give me passion to the core
God be with me!
I wanna be free!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, that’s my plea!
Don’t know how to live life
Faced with peace and strife
God, be with me!
Life cuts me like a knife,
Prayed I have a winsome wife
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Woke up at 3 AM, hoping this feeling inside don’t last long
Hope I can be free like Jerasulem as I keep on singing this song!
Egypt on my mind, constantly in captivity
Like this society that won’t let me be free
God, be with me!
I wanna be free!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, that’s my plea!
Don’t know how to live life
Faced with peace and strife
God, be with me!
Life cuts me like a knife,
Prayed I have a winsome wife
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Don’t know how to live in the now
Somehow, be taking a godly vow
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
God, be with me!
Father, please…
Put me at ease…
LEGENDS IN SILENCE, VOICES ETERNAL
Hip-hop icons who faced life’s toughest trials,
Pen laid down, eternal rest in Hades or the stars.
Some losses don’t just echo; they hit hard,
In the stillness, debates are sparked.4
TakeOff, 28 — a quiet genius, finesse in flight & style,
Orbiting greatness, until violence made him fly.6
Tupac, 25 — a legend, prophet, poet, a flame of truth,
Shot into shadows, the system took his youth.8
Biggie, 24 — a wordsmith, heavy with dreams,
A vision too grand, vanished at the seams.¹°
XXXTENTACION, 20 — a whirlwind of sound, emotions laid bare,
Searching for identity, then the sky fell unaware.¹²
Nate Dogg, 41 — the eternal hook, a voice like velvet,
Bringing warmth to evenings, yet time wouldn’t let it.¹4
Eazy-E, 30 — a rebel’s mind and Compton’s pride,
Concrete intellect, but the era’s wounds couldn’t hide.¹6
Big Pun, 26 — a titan with rhymes that spanned the ages,
His craft kept Latin pride alive through all the stages.¹8
Young Dolph, 36 — a king who stood tall and free,
His hustle and legacy of strength lives eternally.²°
Pop Smoke, 20 — tomorrow’s voice, silenced too soon,
Dreams felt unsafe, trapped in a room.²²
King Von, 26 — a chronicler of danger, stories too real,
His story closed the book on him, fate did seal.²4
Nipsey, 33 — a marathon thinker, preaching ownership,
Building futures, but death had a grip.²6
They didn’t just rap; they voiced the pain,
Hope chronicled through bruises and strain.
Fame offered no shield, talent no guard,
Influence couldn’t armor them; life left its scarred.³°
This poem serves as a warning, not just a show,
A lesson, not a headline, as I urge you to choose life & grow.
Their bodies may rest, but their legacy thrives,
Gone too soon, yet their spirit & legacies survives.³4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
Copyright ©?15th February 2025.
If one refuses trials that test the soul,
Content to walk where comfort draws the line,
The mind grows small, its vision dulled by ease,
And dormant strength lies buried, unexplored.
For challenge is the fire that shapes the will,
The weight that teaches muscle how to rise;
Without resistance, purpose learns no form,
And latent gifts decay in silent dark.
We do not know the heights within our reach
Until we strain against the pull of fear,
Nor hear our truest voice till doubt is faced.
So growth demands the courage to endure,
For only those who dare their limits learn
What greater selves await their becoming.
I couldn't believe the word on the streets
It ran through every nook and cranny
and with urgent feet.
The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told.
A calculated wanton cruelty unfold.
The story began with a father's love,
His sacred trust betrayed by greed
in ashes thrust.
Ailing in the grasp of illness' woe,
The father weakened, his spirit brought low.
Yet, in his frailty, a serpent crept,
-His own blood- a vow broken and secrets kept.
The daughter who once was a tender kin,
Insidiously wore a mask, concealing sin.
Exploiting love for selfish gain,
She danced on morals and left them slain.
As illness wrapped its cold embrace,
She stole from him in a heartless chase.
No mercy shown and no love retained,
She executed her deeds, a legacy stained.
In the court of justice, truth unveiled
The daughter's treachery, scales impaled.
A jury stern with solemn eyes,
Listened to her deceitful cries.
Her guilt laid bare, there was no room to hide,
A wicked journey she couldn't guide.
Punishment awaited, justice sought,
For a father's love, so brutally fought.
The courtroom hushed until a gavel's sound,
Echoed justice, resounding around.
The penalty pronounced with a heavy toll,
For the daughter's wicked, heartless stroll.
She paid the price for her deceit,
A sentence served, yes, a bitter feat!
The daughter faced her inner strife,
In the cold abyss of her own life.
Let this be a lesson to those who yearn
To heed the bonds that love does earn.
For when betrayal's seeds are sown,
A bitter harvest shall be known.
This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow.
Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion,
she's never afraid to reveal deep repressed emotion.
Nonchantly, composing sonnets, prose and monorhymes.
A 'free verse' soul with a pure gift, ahead of the times.
Sometimes her humour can lead to hysterics.
Other times her words sing like melodic song lyrics.
From undefined uncertainties to unseen and unheard,
they're relatable verses, reflected through sentiments stirred.
Elegant as a redolent rose with that Midas touch.
Her art is like a masterpiece that needs no retouch.
Needs not hide behind metaphors to create her poetry.
Hails from an island of sapphire skies and turquoise sea.
I know her journey has faced a mountain of adversity
and living among devious souls has caused controversy.
Despite the darkness, she glows like a lantern at night.
In times of trouble, always finds the willpower to write.
When torment arrives, stabbing my heart with spears,
she's always there to ensure my mind's not full of fears.
A honest heart with the modest grace of a pacifier.
Has formed a legacy of an unassuming versifier.
Like a peacock spreading beauty - flamboyantly.
For me, the Aura of Rhymes is poetic royalty.
We knaves had orders both explicit and dumb:
Scare the blazes out of a management bum.
Thunderstorm weather rocked wide Prince William Sound,
Feisty gales pouring rain all around.
My partner and I took our overseer
In a tiny smoker craft quite rough to steer.
Motoring south, mighty gusts drove us to shore
We staved off sandstone rocks with long wooden oars.
Back to the channel against gusts we did plow.
Our passenger sat white-knuckled in the bow.
We rounded the curve of our wind whipped north shore
To enter Danger Island Strait's tidal bore.
Roller coaster billows rose twenty feet high
Then dropped into wallows roofed only by sky
At bottom our boat swirled among kelp and rocks
Our passenger appeared as a stunned ox.
Through the passage stood our island’s south cliff face
Pacific waves raged, clawing cliffs to deface.
Our passenger’s eyes set to leap into space,
My partner asked about a smooth landing place.
Sad faced I said, “High tide is still hours away
No place for our boat above the surf today.”
Our passengers’ face seemed as if borax bleached
Praying our tiny craft was soon to be beached.
We rocked and rolled daring Danger Island’s sway
Then motored up our channel, heading camp’s way
We fought the frenzied wind and staved off the rocks
Our management friend quietly clutched his socks.
Nodding, we grinned sideways as if to gloat
As we bailed our boat simply to stay afloat.
But when ornery orcas bumped our frail boat
One gave us the eye; we croaked cries from tight throats.
Our urban client raced to the cook tent door.
While we pulled our craft above the tidal bore.
When we got to the tent for our rum and tea
Our client had downed high proof rums one, two, three.
Despite her very boring job
the sea witch still often arose
to swim upward to see the sun;
And every day, all day long
she would simply stay there
basking quietly in the sunlight;
Her crown of gold always glowed
as her eight midnight tentacles
splashed the sea just for fun;
Time always lingered but passed on
and yet the sea witch still enjoyed
the silent peace in the land above;
With the humans gone she felt free
until she saw the sight of a lady
in purple with a bright pink tail.
A green head of luscious hair appeared
as her long lost friend met her gaze
in these desolately calm night skies;
For a moment she paused before she said,
"I know you and I intend to bring you
the moon's light, for you are worthy."
She then held out the shining crescent
smiling up brightly while gulls sang
and didn't waver upon seeing the crown;
The ocean king's gold trident faced her
and that's when she realized her heart
had a question that needed an answer.
"Your song is what summoned me to you,
but will you ever come back home again
to share the music with the rest of us?"
The sea witch looked down at her trident
with a sagely smile while pointing it
towards the held out moon before replying,
"For many years I longed to feel like Ariel
so why rejoin the depths when this earth
has always offered me genuine refuge?"
Then she reached out to touch the moon
while the mermaid looked at her pensively,
not realizing that she'd just been blessed.
Note: The sea witch is based on an original character I created for a video game playthrough. You can see the accompanying art for this poem on my Tumblr.