Long Funfair Poems
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Aha!..That game of " Hide and Seek "
How we loved as a child.
secret places with sneak and peek. .
how we loved to find.
Stealthy steps on tip-toes,
silent creepy ghosts.
checked behind curtains,
vanished where ,uncertain.
Is he here? Is he there?
Where's he hiding?
That terrifying scare.
The camouflage of whispers,
hidden everywhere.
The ecstasy of giggles. .
grinned a funfair.
In the game of life, we all still play
a solo "hide and seek", each and every day.
I try to hide with all my might,
seekers all just out of sight.
I hide and wait, no one comes to find.
a secret hide-out, hidden in mind.
I wonder, is it difficult to hide ?
or Is it difficult to find?
With hidden feelings, heart is all guile.
real pain conceals a sweet fake smile.
Still enjoying the game? Just think for a while.
In the summertime if the weather is fine,
Families let the train take the strain
To make their own sunshine.
Set for the coast and the Ocean Beach funfair
Chasing dreams, memories to be made there.
Two hundred minutes by train will feel slow,
“Pick up the pace - come on - let's go!”
A family day at a seaside town,
like a carousel ride, will go up and down…
Lots of smells and lots of noise,
Teenage girls and lynxed-up boys.
Boys bare-chested, girls in crop-tops,
Dad’s in sliders, mum’s in flip-flops,
Neon shorts and denim mini-skirts,
Uncle Barry's after-shaved midlife flirts.
Nan’s sitting out, “I'm minding the bags”,
Glittery vape has replaced her flags.
Waltzers spinning, ghost ride screams,
Long queues at the van selling ice creams.
Raspberry sauce like strawberry laces,
Ice pops melting, sticky faces.
Red sugar dummies and bubble gum slushi,
Fish chips and peas - the type that's mushy.
Kamikaze wasps that helter-skelter
Sue’s on karaoke singing out a belter.
The chlorinated aqua of the outdoor pool,
Sheena’s tankini-ed, hoping for a new fool.
Slippery slide is well splashtastic,
Dolphin bins in bright blue plastic.
The triumphant arrival of the unicorn inflatable!
Dad’s in charge as children scramble,
Splashing eyes in sibling combat,
“We agreed as a family - no one likes that!”
Getting changed after, gets out of hand,
Loss of a sports sock, knickers in the sand.
All too soon, it's time to head home,
“-but I've got a token left”, one child moans.
A helium balloon that floats away
Triggers tired toddler tears
Of a vanillary day.
VOIDITY
Who told the sun where to position
and the moon at night to light up the ocean?
Who told the seas to set boundaries
between land, regions and continents?
Ask yourself if anything existed before creation.
This truth isn't just a story neither is it a fiction.
Void: the philosophical concept of nothingness manifested.
Spheroid of space & emptiness isn't man-invested.
The notion of voidity is relevant to several realms of metaphysics,
in voids, theories state there are no or few galaxies.
Voidness is the man born blind, without eyes
but a mixture of clay filled the void with eyes.
Impossibility is the iota missing in the void.
Voidness through heaven's finesse turns solid,
the mystery is like a child faith is able to groom.
How's there a baby in her belly if there is no womb?
To know the answer, you have to first find out
and decipher the power domicile in our mouth.
Where is heaven hanging when there are no pillars?
Faith is the substance taken because the pill last
as long as there's continuous filling till eternity.
You always believe in voidity of the gravity,
how the aircraft is suspended in the air
and the aerofoil (wings) enjoys airspace funfair
without it feets touching earth, seems exemplary.
Electromagnetism propounds a scientific theory:
which says "Without hands to draw each other,
two magnetic poles attract & come together".
You believe in the law of magnetic force
but discredit heaven's mystery for us
and debunk the fact that Earth in the Genesis
was without form and reveals voidness.
But The Spirit hover on the face of the deep,
this was while the earth and nature fell asleep.
Who would imagine words can initiate
continuous chain of creations while nature depreciates?
None of us did until now, so we continue to create.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Metaphysical
Copyright©April 2023.
After the dreary, dismal cold days of winter,
Bogged down by mounds of snow,
Chicago, the indomitable city,
Dogged by ears-flapping, bone-chilling winds,
Emerges like a blooming flower
Fostering liveliness, sensuality,
Gaiety and grandiose funfair.
Hot, sizzling and sassy summer aside;
Invigorating spring first arrives and
Jogging along the Lakefront trail or
Kicking a soda can down the Magnificent Mile,
Life finally emerges from its winter cocoon.
Mona Lisa smiles and bright eyes fleeting by,
Night life promises a charm of its own with
Outdoor patios where cooing lovers linger,
Pandering to fans of performing arts and swanky music.
Quotidian lives turn into jostling horseplay,
Ravishing beds of fragrant shrubs adorn the sidewalks.
Spring in Chicago is vivaciously volatile,
Temperature, as it rises, so does people's spirits,
Under the shadows of imposing skyline or
Viewing the serpentine Lake Shore Drive up from
Willis Tower's Skydeck, Chicago appears, oh,
Xtra beautiful – A spring's paradise!
Yellow magnolias, richly painted and sweetly fragrant,
Zestfully vying with vibrant clusters of tulips.
~"A Spring Abecedarian" Contest by Shadow Hamilton
~02/19/2015
Off we go we’re on the train
We’ve packed all we could pack
We’re both so excited
As the train rolls down the track
We’re both bouncing on the seats
Till mum tells us to SIT!
There’s rain upon the windows
But we don’t mind that a bit
We can’t wait till we get there
We love to smell the sea
Cos then we’re nearly there
It’s where we want to be
Sylvie likes the funfair
I love the donkey ride
We’ll have fish and chips and mushy peas With ketchup on the side
In the sea we’ll paddle
On the sands we’ll play
I’ll knock Sylvie’s castle down
What a brilliant holiday
We’ll go walking on the pier
The slot machines we’ll play
There’s one called “What the Butler Saw”
But mum pulls me away
When the week is over
And we have to go
We’ll get back on the train
And down the tracks we’ll go
We loved our time in Yarmouth
Specially the pier
Me and Sylvie feel so sad
We can’t wait for next year
The funfair was in full swing.
And why not, now it was Spring.
To the carousel, Ella and me,
We tried to find a horse that was free.
Places on horses were taken by all
Except for one, it was a windfall.
Ella sat in front, holding the sturdy pole
Whilst I sat holding her waist like a mole.
Music played a radiant refrain,
Echoing dreams, again and again.
The carousel began its round, a slow spin
People shouted or laughed a joyous din.
Soon, the speed was slightly increased
Oh boy, did we enjoy this lovely feast!
Then the brakes were applied and all came to a halt.
I fell on Ella’s neck, it was not my fault.
I felt her warm flesh and gave her a kiss.
We decided to have another go as this was bliss.
I first saw you at the funfair
Joy and laughter were high in the air
It felt like more than a crush.
Caught a sight of you walking at the mall
Nearly caused my heart to fall
It was more than a crush.
Then I saw you sitting by the lakeside
I felt very warm inside
It was more than a crush.
Each time I saw you I would freeze
It was as if there was a breeze
Making me go weak on my knees
For it was more than a crush.
Though I saw you at midday
I thought about you everyday
Went on my knees to pray
To have you by my side along the way.
Then there you were working at a farm
Wanted to grab you into my arm
It was more than a crush.
In a people filled room
My eyes and yours would zoom
Because it was more than a crush.
You looked so so fine
I wanted to ask you out for a dine
It was more than a crush.
Then you were strolling on the shore
And I knew for sure
That what I felt was more than a crush.
It was that feeling of love
That was sent from above.
Take me to the land of crystal rivers,
that glitter like a mirror for the gods.
Take me to the height for altruistic lords,
revered by the oppressed for being givers.
I dream of a world drowned in abundance
of joy infinite at its renaissance.
Where the warm rays of the tropical sun
soothe the pains of a bleeding wound by day.
Where nature entertains with so much fun,
like a funfair in the sweet month of may.
I smell the pleasant scent of flowers gay
pervading the plains of awe and wonder.
Where colourful fruits in season render
sweetness and nourishment at my behest.
Where the sun's showers of warmth dry each tear,
bringing to extinction, a world of fear
in this magnificent haven of rest.
I see a paradise for virgins fair,
devoid of blemish with their silky hair.
I see breath taking mountains clad in green,
where romantic love birds would find serene.
I see this world of beauty at its peak,
which all dreamers would relentlessly seek,
coming closer now to my possession
than any dream or imagination.
February second - requires one
with acute hearing to cock, and ear
turnips tickling the nose nostrils
delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly,
markedly, lively..., yet gently flair
soon harkening shrieks
of delightful analogous funfair
no stranger to Renaissance Faire
of pitch perfect gamesomeness
will seem as... otherworldly pleasant
ah heaven sent giftware,
where all creatures great and small
sing psalms, upon arrival when hardware
trappings of winter shucked witnessing
unrolled welcome Scottish mat so hare
and tortoise can race,
cuz vernal equinox, sports a linkedin
improvisational, ebulliently
educational, cerebral, audiological...
twittering melange I will hear,
and grateful no defect doth impair
ability to revel silence, slake, soak...
insatiable thirst even prodding junketeer,
panhandler, vendor...
the last named,
perhaps selling kitchenware
knicknacks, keepsakes...
to hippies (think yours truly)
with long wavy hair
interwoven with Kahila
Garden Lily, Laurel, Maidenhair...
profusion of sensual delight
brings Mother Earth near,
the body, mind, and soul
espying frolicsome *****sapiens
donned with minimal outerwear
infusing all living things
common native plants and animals
in conjunction with resident outlier
particularly those pining
to answer call of the wild overdare
ring and bee zee lee court'n prepare
ring to beget young as
singular requisite quintessential profiteer
fluttering, instagramming emoji,
sans shutterfly puppeteer
as audience visually already reddit
regarding acting entire scenes,
viz Biblical Genesis answering prayer
particularly if gnostic, heterodox, *****...,
finally relieved, sans polar vortex
albeit somewhat rare
atmospheric phenomena, how ideal
if said rabid Jack Frost
would sink icy bite - part
and parcel green gang
at much more favorably time reappear
during oppressive heat spell during
sweltering triple digits temperature
summer re: time of year.
I just can’t wait till Christmas
I just can’t wait till Christmas
With thoughts of ice and snow
And Santa in his bright red suit
Shouting ho ho ho.
Flying with his reindeer
With presents on his sleigh
Delivering them all by midnight
For us on Christmas day.
We put lights and bobbles on the tree
We do it every year
And a sign post in the garden
That says Santa please stop here.
He comes right down our chimney
With presents in his sack
And we leave him milk and cookies
So he can have a snack.
I wonder what I`ll get this year
As I know just what I’d like
I hope I get a scooter
A skateboard or a bike.
We`ll dress our dogs like reindeer
In little reindeer suits
Put little antlers on their heads
And four black shiny boots,
Listening to our favourite songs
Played by a big brass band
As we take a trip to Edinburgh
Through the winter wonder land.
Hats and scarves and gloves on
As we wrap up nice and tight
With the markets lights and funfair
It`s really quite a site.
Merry go round and rollercoaster’s
And a ride on the Christmas train
The big wheel and Santa`s grotto
Then we do it all again.
Everyone’s on holiday
And their faces all aglow
Their worries left behind them
Like footprints in the snow.
Crepe`s and chocolate pancakes
And strawberries on a stick
Sweets and treats and doughnuts
And I get to take my pick.
But my favourite is the great big tree
That`s too big for my home
And it really smells like Christmas
As we go inside the dome.
With lights and decorations
Like you`ve never seen before
They`ve travelled the world just for a glimpse
And they`re queued right out the door.
With winding vines of holly
Around the pillars it does grow
And no matter what the weather
They always have some snow.
Then Christmas day is best of all
With presents under the tree
There is some for mum and some for dad
But most of them for me.
Unwrapping all my presents
And nothing has been missed
I got everything I wanted
On my Christmas list.
Everyone comes for dinner
And dad fills up his belly
Then snores for an hour on the couch
As were watching Christmas telly.
Now I just can’t wait for Christmas
As I count the days and pray
But mum just shakes her head
And says its only boxing day.