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Mother Nature took her paint brush,
and eloquently tipped each petal
With a multitude of glorious colors.
She awoke the morning sun and coaxed
the pedals to greet the morning rays.
She dropped, droplets of morning dew,
watching the moss green carpet
stretch to catch each drop.
She painted nature's floral bouquet,
and they happily, danced in the breeze.
Her landscape, soon became a work of art.
A scenic wonder, that soon brought the bees,
Who busily, flew from flower to flower
tasting each, nectar filled blossom.
They happily flew to the hive and back,
Bringing excitement over the floral find.
The flowers continued to flourish under,
the fine painters hand.
In the heart of a nation, where values stand tall,
Charlie Kirk spoke boldly and answered the call.
With courage as armor he questioned the darkness,
A world full of shadows he sought out the brightness.
In the heart of the battle where courage is found,
He sought out the truth so hope could abound.
With Jesus beside him to guide through the night,
He challenged evil to bring forth the Light.
Morals entwined with the teachings of old,
Jesus the shepherd in stories retold.
Though voices may rise and the tempests may roar,
Love is the anchor was forever his core.
Martyred for beliefs that some may disdain,
Yet love is the answer through joy and through pain.
For family and country we rise and we stand,
In unity's embrace we strengthen our land.
Assassinated dreams yet hope still survives,
In faith and in family, true spirit thrives.
For God and country we gather as one,
In debates that ignite, our journey's begun.
Let love be our compass, our values our guide,
In the face of division let unity abide.
For in every heartbeat, in each whispered prayer,
We live for the future with courage to dare.
So stand with conviction, let your voice be heard,
In the tapestry woven let love be the thread.
For together we flourish and in faith we believe,
In the light of His courage we shall always achieve.
So let us remember as we walk this road,
The power of courage, the love we bestow.
In debates that may challenge, let kindness prevail,
For together in love, we shall never fail.
by, Johnny Adicks
2025.09.11
MONEY TREE
In a garden of dreams, where riches abound,
Stands majestic, a tree, with wonders profound,
Its branches unfurl, like treasures untold,
A masterpiece of nature, a tree made of gold.
Behold the money tree, in all its grandeur,
Its leaves shimmering, with a glossy allure,
Each leaf a currency, an emblem of power,
A symbol of abundance, a fortune to devour.
With roots deeply planted in fertile ground,
It thrives on ambition, where dreams are found,
Nurtured by hard work, watered by desire,
The money tree blossoms, soaring higher.
Its trunk sturdy and firm, a pillar of strength,
An icon of wealth, beyond measure or length,
But true riches lie not in its golden façade,
For seeds of generosity, it holds with no regard.
The money tree gives, it shares its grand wealth,
A beacon of hope, to those struggling with stealth,
Providing shelter & comfort, to those in need,
Its branches extend, sowing kindness as a creed.
Yet, let not this vision become avarice's snare,
For the money tree's bounty, we must learn to share,
Let compassion guide our every pursuit,
And the tree's blessings shall bear eternal fruit.
So, plant your own money tree, in your heart and mind,
Nurture it with gratitude, and love unconfined,
May it grow & flourish with harmony's embrace,
And let abundance shower upon this sacred space.
For true wealth lies not in the gold we attain,
But in the love, connection, and joy we sustain.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©? November 2023.
**The Next Zimbabwe: A Call to Rise**
In lands where dreams were forged in fire,
A tale of strength, of fierce desire,
From ashes of despair, they’ve learned to climb,
Zimbabwe’s spirit soaring through the sands of time.
A currency’s fall, a lesson steep,
Where once was value, now shadows creep.
Yet brothers and sisters, with hearts aflame,
Have risen from ruins to reclaim their name.
Across the borders, they sought a way,
With every rand, they’d chart their sway.
Determined souls, they harnessed the grind,
While others indulged, their vision aligned.
In taverns dark, where laughter flows,
Their laughter echoes, where no one knows
That diligence crafted on foreign ground,
Now boasts of success that astounds the town.
“Oh, they take our jobs!” is the weary cry,
But it’s passion and grit that lift them high.
While some chase vanity, or fleeting thrills,
The Zim hearts beat strong, finding strength in their skills.
From cleanings to braids, they’ve mastered the art,
With every endeavor, they've played their part.
Boardrooms and mines, a tapestry spun,
Where barriers crumble, new futures begun.
Look closely, dear neighbors, it’s time to awake,
From slumber of habits, it’s change that we’ll make.
The bars and the bottles won’t fill us with gold,
While wisdom’s embrace maps a future more bold.
They carry in pockets what we too could claim,
Values that flourish, igniting the flame.
So rise, South Africa, from shadows of doubt,
See the wealth in hard labor; let the spirit sprout.
Success isn’t stolen; it’s built and it grows,
On sweat and on tears, the determination shows.
In unity’s strength, there’s a chance to thrive,
Let’s learn from each other, let the best of us drive.
In the heart of our struggle, let’s sow seeds of trust,
For in every challenge, there’s power discussed.
Rise up and awaken, let visions collide,
In the next Zimbabwe, let our hopes coincide.
The sunny days have arrived
The lost warmth has been revived
yes! the one lost in the winters behind
amidst the cold and windy weather on every side.
The increasing heat of this warm hug
will surely ripen the corn fields
and the flourish of gold on vast lands
will bring smiles to many lips.
But there are still some unlucky subjects under the Crown of the ruling monarch
who suffer from drought and are often thirsty
and no drop of water is shed as mercy.
The suffering awarded to the people around
isn't really on the will of the mighty king
it's indeed the punishment for their own faults
that led to these miserables scenarios.
But times to come have a lot more to offer
because soothing showers are destined to come forward
after long hours of unshattered hope and perseverance
our Earth shall be rewarded a great deal of contentedness.....
Woody cologne caresses me, your fatherly comfort
Stirs corpsed compartments of stiff collar protector
Control and my frenetic force combine, triumphant
Curled in cream leather, exhaust drips peach nectar
Our lunching laughs echo in establishments of stature
Plate sized steak gorging has gregarious wine support
Irk of nostalgic nubile incessantly scratches my rapture
Emboldened blend makes mockery of standard thought
Furtive frowns from fellow diners behind glasses gossip
Solid gold arrogance asserts benefit blatantly displayed
Societal stable unharnessed, blurred in break out gallop
Crossing the line wins sustain disdain for lifestyles staid
Ocean boulevard show emits stadium raucous applause
Celebrated red car salatious, shouting salt can't catch us
Elite earnings erase enforced judgement, smudging laws
We cruise past calm cove, masts middle finger up status
Fresh blood Ferrari parks grumpy, subground clot cements
Your apartment arranged for everlasting afternoon lust fest
Ruptures my role of freewilled friend, raunch to commence
Aerobics of limber mayhem, loosened make-up, not just yet
Smug exhibits itself on you, bosom blooming, smile swollen
Why are you weird; response is, "Let's make a small detour"
Perhaps a chance to sunbathe bikini clad hasn't been stolen!
Side by side basking serves as a mismatched stamina cure!
Sixth floor nominate instead of eighth arouses sudden angst
Silver keys silence, you push them to my palm with a flourish
This mystery door surely won't submit, a magic rabbit yanked
Wave glint water pours in wall width windows, sun encouraged
"Enjoy, it's in your name," your announcement deep sea drowned
Overwhealmed by involuntary screams, my violent claws attached
Cling to your hull, oyster oppurtune splits old and new, pearl found
Levered apart, rough encasement heart slides out, gratitude hatched
27th Febuary 2026
rewritten by further reality
May 2020 was first version imagined
Along the quite, peaceful country road
a weeping willow, weeps over me.
As I meander down this quite lane.
I take a moment to reflect,
while sitting on a moss covered log.
Watching and surveying the natural bush,
the last of the pristine, un-cleared land.
I sought out this solitary spot.
I picked a small buttercup,pondering,
With the clearing, comes death to this thicket.
A small paradise, lost to forest destruction.
Something mother nature cannot restore.
This perfect image will soon be in the past.
Open fields, will soon replace this small paradise.
Only sadness, with the forest destruction.
What flourished for centuries, will
flourish no more.
The dandelion’s a noble flower
not a scraggy little weed.
it holds it head up proud and high,
born of a hardy seed
It claims the ground it stands on
and makes itself at home.
Though when it spreads its family,
on winds of change they roam.
Its family is the strongest
of the wild flowers to be found
and set down roots to flourish
in any type of ground.
It not always gets a welcome
so these roots are buried deep
and those who try to move it
find most parts of it they’ll keep.
So ponder on its beauty
as it stands so proud and tall,
with golden head pronouncing
it’s the strongest flower of all!
Ivor G Davies
The Dandelion is the emblem of Forces Brats (The children of serving members of the armed forces). It was written today as a response to a post by my brother Eric on the Facebook 'Ex Far East Brit Brats' group.
Painted desert skies
blanket the shifting sands.
Hiding secret surprise
in the quiet badlands.
Hardiest creatures known
walk the hot, scorching earth
living under a stone
proving their robust worth.
Scorpions, spiders, snakes
and more native species
survive where the earth bakes
and little relief sees.
Birds, gazelles, and camels
all graze the barren land,
among many mammals
that flourish in the sand.
The painted desert smiles
at its varied creatures
as if they were exiles
in defiance of their teachers.
Nature’s ecosystem
thrives among the cacti.
Life is full to the brim
under the painted sky.
“700”
We stood upon a windy hill
The sky a greying growling mass
Amid a motely gathering
Of Knights and weathered fighters
Warriors old who stood wi Wallace
And led by Moray,s standard.
They wept when both had passed
Now ready at The Bruce,s side.
Hearts filled with nationalistic pride
They brought their tools of trade
Sickles and hammers alongside
Swords and pikes and targes
To fight and die glorious nameless
For the taste of freedoms wine.
The cry of freedom echoes
From village to distant hill
As The Bruce roars out a command
Raising the sword from Wallaces hand
Towards the massed ranks of heavy horse
Floundering in scotia,s mud
The burn it flows on turned red
With warriors life and blood.
...................................
Seven hundred years have flown
And as we stand again upon a hill
A choice has to be made
Whether to grow and flourish
To stay under anothers hand
Once again the banners fly
Under a greying, growling sky.
(to commemerate the 700th anniversary of Scotlands fight to be a kingdom)