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To my daughter who never listens.
Life is not as simple as a cliché.
It's not lullabies and butterflies.
Not all sounds are soothing,
not all flowers are faithful.
It's not as relaxing as a reverie,
rarely as poetic as a poem,
so you can't hide everything behind metaphors.
You have to express your true verses,
you have to serenade in your own melody -
but never forget the chorus to our song.
Life is full of storytellers who will lead you astray,
so never believe everything you hear or see -
create your own biography, make your own history.
Our existence is fragile like petals,
yet your birth created an oasis in my heart.
I remember when they said you would not blossom,
yet you flourished in essences of evergreen elegance.
I was the first to cradle you in my arms,
as I promised to protect you endlessly.
Hoping that you would soar forever,
spread your wings higher and higher.
We never truly realise the sacrifices of our parents.
I wonder if you will ever know,
how sometimes all I had left was my smile -
never would I reveal my frailties.
It was not a simple case of masculinity,
because even the most ferocious lion cries.
I hope you never face a struggle,
as difficult as the trials forsaken upon me
and
I'm sorry if at times you saw no emotions,
apologies for the tears I never let you see,
nor the fears I never allowed you to feel,
but it was the way I was brought up to be,
it's how reality curated my personality.
If the suppression of my feelings made you distant -
remember a father will always be a shepherd for his flock.
Wars from the past have infiltrated mankind,
yet there will be many battles to come -
just don't fall asleep among heartless sleeping souls.
I shiver upon the thought of our closing goodbye,
when my shield can no longer protect you,
as every knight has to eventually lay down his sword.
The world can be a cruel and wild place,
and I remind you there is always a rainy day,
so choose wisely the paths to ponder upon -
learn how to build your own abode.
You'll always be a baby in my eyes.
I'll always be so proud.
Even in silence... I will forever love you.
Dad.
"The Coldest Dish: Chapter One"
by: Silent One and Eric Boddie
This is the story of an old ancient Chinese master,
for those who challenged him, it only resulted in disaster.
Built like steel, flexible like elastic, Kung fu was his game,
in every contest, every participant feared his name.
Throughout his Life, he mastered so many styles
All stemming from the day his home was defiled
As only a baby, the Black Lotus killed all his next of kin
And in the 40 years that passed, he was consumed with getting revenge
Years of pain, had slowly built rage inside,
the black lotus was afraid, he had nowhere to hide.
With his Shaolin sword, the kung fu master set off in his quest,
after 40 years of training, he was at his lethal best.
After days and days of travel, the first destination was reached
The school atop the mountain where the black lotus teached
Quickly and silently, blood flooded the entire room
The master showed no mercy in creating this bloody tomb
The black lotus relied on his ferocious dragon claw,
but the kung fu master defended with the tiger paw,
attacked with a venomous flying kick and broke his jaw,
pierced his heart with his sword, such brutality was the law.
But there was a sound behind the wall, what could it be
Not yet dead, the black lotus looked on in such pain and misery
The master removed the wall to find black lotus' wife and daughter who was with child
The master then said, "REMEMBER MY FAMILY!!!," coldest dish style
Yet he had a heart, he spared them and showed mercy,
after all he knew the pain of loss and showed them sympathy.
Putting his sword away, he walked away, accomplishing his revenge,
but these stories never end, as one day the child will look to avenge.
5 August 2015
You’ve maddened me to the core
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate
We’re contrary to each other…
So don’t even think about
Getting us back together
Because without a doubt,
We don’t click with each other…
So let us go our own way…
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…
I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?
So let us prepare for that day…
Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime
You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish?
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue
Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…
I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown?
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why?
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…
By moonlight when the moon shone with all her majesty,
My ancestors told us the story of the Tiger,
Which crouched at every rumble of the jungle-thunder,
Either out of fright or from bravery;
Tiger, male and ferocious,
With wicked fangs,
Tiger which breathed fire upon the foliage that shielded
Our village from the rage of the sun,
Which raped lady antelopes with utter contempt,
Which dined lavishly on forest flesh
And wined drunkenly on hunters’ blood,
Which knew no honesty,
And which turned wild upon them,
My ancestors,
Season after season,
In rain and in harmattan,
Until one fine day
When the forest trembled with the screams of
The beast, beaten on its own tracks,
With roars of terror ending when the moon
Slid between the witnessing clouds.
ILLUSION OF THE HALF NAKED TIGER
The fiery furious big cat unchained:
"I can't change even if I change I'm unchanged",
Striped with fur even if I forsook my identity,
Saffron-faced riding in it's majesty,
Yawning like a famished ferocious beast,
Mighty roars announces the time to feast.
What remedy can twist the sinews of your heart?
Survival hunting in the wild shapes your acts,
Your eyes burn bright as the fiery furnace,
Not all dare challenge your governance,
Not all dare your terrible terrors clasp
Staunch bravery bellowed by every heartbeat you grasp.
When the skies water the earth with tears,
Throwing down spears of rain, you strike fears,
Staring with your two golden daggers,
Disguise yourself in crowded grasslands
to hide your fearsome war-paint of stripes.
Your claws swipe off and skip a manicure;
Not all of your terrible tear can a man cure.
Illusion, trickery, sneaky spine-chilling,
Dark-hidden wild of the legendary feline,
ever deceiving, beckoning, causing preys fleeing;
These 're labels of your skin; beautiful & terrifying.
But a Tiger is in every man who "roars" when excited,
famished or emotion engulfed and agitated.
You can only hide or dry your skin and outlooks,
Don't be tricked, the same beast inside still lurks.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 11th January, 2021.
Conquistador, for you, my queen,
I want to conquer your heart, cursed star
I want to possess your revolt, and all that is predicted tomorrow,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
I want to tame your eyes, ferocious tigers
I want to share your imagination with the gods
Conquistador, for you my queen,
I want to enter your citadel,
I want to climb all your hills, cum on them,
I also want to abolish chance, and stolen jewelry,
Like Mallarme, the luminous poet,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
I want all of South America,
I want the sun from your throat, and the wise latitudes
I want the treasure of your silences,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
I want to belong to you my queen, what a conquest,
I want to throw my weapons at your feet,
And believe only in this shooting star like a kiss,
This kiss is the only truth of the moment, of a new world.
Conquistador, pour toi, ma reine,
Je veux conquérir ton cœur, astre maudit
Je veux posséder ta révolte, et tout ce qu’on prédit demain,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
Je veux mettre à genoux tes yeux, tigres curieux
Je veux partager ton imaginaire, avec les dieux
Conquistador, pour toi ma reine,
Je veux entrer dans ta citadelle,
Je veux gravir toutes tes collines, jouir sur elles,
Je veux aussi abolir le hasard, et les bijoux volés,
Comme Mallarmé, le poète lumineux,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
Je veux toute l’Amérique du Sud,
Je veux le soleil de ta gorge, et les sages latitudes
Je veux le trésor de tes silences,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
Je veux t’appartenir ma reine, quelle conquête,
Je veux jeter mes armes à tes pieds,
Et ne plus croire qu’en cette étoile filante comme un baiser,
Seule vérité du moment, d’un monde nouveau.
So powerful yet so vulnerable
So mighty but so weak
A life of grandeur and dominance
embodied with greed and abundance
is drawing to a close by its own arrogance
I could see everything from all angle
All wrapped up within one giant circle
Connecting the bold dots on the external triangle
This morning I sat on the big fearless rock
Watching the silent river flowing in the deep
For a while everything was dead silent
And I could hear my own breath and my heart throbbing
The trees were silent too and there wasn't a touch of breeze
It felt like a big ceremony was happening way out in the deep
Water flowed peacefully under the old bridge
and the birds flew to and fro the ridge, murmuring
I could sense that something sad was about to happen
My mother used to tell that silent river runs deep
and the quite ones are usually the most dangerous ones
I sat there staring in the water praying that it will remain calm
But all of a sudden something more powerful than me began
raging in the trees causing a turbulent commotion
And shouting cars start parading up and down the street
The bird thunderous voice kept screaming in the trees
Forcing me to pack up and quickly take my leave
I headed towards the East staring directly into the morning sun
lamenting my discomforts but it had a message for me before the day began
After hearing my case it buried itself under the thick blue sky
The scent of fresh flowers circulated the atmosphere
And I found myself in three different spots picking flowers far and near
They had the same color the same smell and the same truth
The sun came out from under the tempestuous sky
with a ferocious energy that lit up the entire sky
I could literally feel it scorching my face oh what a big disgrace
I lie on the grass in front of the big round pond
watching the sun emitting its woeful verdict
King Nebuchadnezzar has boasted of building the great Babylon
by his own mighty power, for himself and his patrons
But he was driven away from power and lived
with wild animals and eat grass until he was humbled
I got up suddenly and stared at the water in front of me
And saw one duck swimming in big wide pond
Mother duck circled around the pond
swimming up and down and quacking merrily around
Quack
Quack
Quack
When it comes to sport
Memory is notoriously short
Tennis great Jimmy Connors was 'the brat' when teen-aged
By his late thirties, his star ascended, he was all the rage
His rival, John McEnroe, young and precocious
Had a temper to match -- fiery, ferocious
Now a network analyst, admired and respected
From his mouth only 'pearls of wisdom' are projected
Then there's Tiger, the mighty golfer, Tiger Woods
Who cheated on his lovely wife every way a man could
Disgraced and discredited, he landed in jail
His name and his game gone, no wind in his sail
Yet here we are, a few years later, in 2018
Seeing Tiger's face every day on our TV screens
Playing golf again with panache and verve
Millions wildly cheering his muscular curves
What is it here that should really irk-us?
We forget these guys are nothing but jerks
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Ladies and Gentlemen please!
The show is about to begin,
So put your minds at ease.
The players are in their place,
And the band is ready to play.
The curtain is about to rise,
Get ready to be blown away!
A hush fell over the crowd,
As a spotlight hit the stage.
Then a man slowly crept up,
And freed a tiger from its cage!
Crouched and ready to pounce,
The audience screamed as it neared.
A cloud of smoke erupted,
Then abruptly disappeared!
The drum roll stopped on a dime,
And everyone there was smitten.
The ferocious tiger replaced,
With the cutest Calico kitten.
A young woman came into view,
Toting a saucer of milk.
She placed it next to the cat,
Covering both with a scarf of silk.
When she pulled the scarf away,
And looked at the crowd with a grin.
A tiger skin rug now lay,
Where once the kitten had been!
Her partner rolled up the rug,
And tossed it into the cage.
Again the tiger appeared,
What a performance on the stage!
The audience stood and cheered,
They clapped and shouted out loud.
But, their joy soon disappeared,
When the tiger pounced on the crowd!
In terror, they fled for their lives,
This magic trick, played once again.
The tiger would feast tonight...
Now, the show would really begin!
Oh Kitty, Oh!
Woe Kitty, ...WOE!
NO KITTY!...NO!!!
Papa's condemnation of prejudice...
and subsequent grim statistic one
(among millions, or more)
tragedy with feted kiss
Yarraka Bayles darling son
hoop fully experiences bliss,
yet more vehement rage
against machinations (think
with little effort cruel humans)
trumpets, tools, thrives...
wreaking psychological havoc -
case in point yours truly
wrenched, screwed, and hammered
psyche permanently amiss.
Despite outpouring drummed,
plumbed, and summoned thru
worldwide webbed support,
whereby global netizen (regarding
crowded house village people)
forced to apprise
execrable endemic damnation crisis,
nonetheless, I lament with inconsolable cries,
(methinks linkedin exacerbated
racist, misogynistic, bigoted...
commander in chief doth demonize)
devastatingly loathsome nasty meanness
viciousness super powers must exorcise
immediate mandates necessitate
more than $140,000
courtesy GoFundMe page,
plus good humor guise
Brad Williams (good fellow
celebrity little person)
raised commendable effort implies
Quaden Bayles overnight
social media sensational rise
to send aforementioned lad (din)
upon magic carpet ride,
cuz bullies of all sizes
did relentlessly terrorize.
Since time immemorial, ill legal
pestilential, tyrannical blight,
whereby quintessential, overpowering
maniacal kickass delight
gushed adrenaline spurring victim(s)
to fight or take flight
impossible mission to escape hatred,
no matter ascending topmost height
stairway to heaven no guarantee knight
in shining armor to thwart might
against painful, (pit charred),
promulgated pugnacious plight
aboriginal boomerang promises harbinger,
whereby unbearable insufferable agony
will beget suicide, and/or violent behavior,
which haint right,
no boy birthed with Achondroplasia
rails lame excuse for beasts to subject
with atrocious, ferocious,
hellacious, malicious... mercilessness
comeuppance for venal wickness
will curse devilish fiendishly
gloating hooligans if not tonight...
what goes around comes around...
good riddance I write!