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Arkwardly, they wondered
They met like fearing
Peasents that were
In fear
Before him they stand
To hear him lash out
With words to speak
His disappoint
In an angered fury
He speaks me as evil
Which words are wretched
And unkind
They refuse to speak on topic
Leading me to fear
That my words won't be
Heard that they find
It smart to speak of
And against me in private
Those who are guilty of
Being nosey and evasive
Uses sarcasm to show emotion
Did the gossip person disappoint
Me that her articulation aroused my
Interest or did I become disappointed
Due to my naive mind which had me to
Think I belonged among these people's
And my tommorows with them
We're secured in our favor and our togetherness
Took presidency above all other people and things
But my wants were steered by people who wish me to
Make examples out of people that they blamed others for
Why others were attracted to them
CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS
The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such are precursors inviting darkness lair
for stormy clouds before crowd the days.
Yellow horizon seem unreachable honey
as in my life's ocean, balloon billows I bear.
I-- surged in every swell to skirt yet still
lashing waves dashed pushing me sometimes to despair.
Again, cataclysm walk unheralded casting loose
my arms lift upon the glimmer of silver lining from afar
somber shadows enshrouded me in a mist of struggles.
Ounce of strength I have, I try to juggle and juggle
yet, curses fell from hearts and lips parched of love.
All these came, one and all --
the flowing light has flickered flash and gone
but beyond all these you stood -- my sentinel...
You hushed the bad constellations hanging 'round my world
like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to his home.
Yes! You are my beacon, a promontory amidst
cyclic onslaught brambles and chameleons,
a rock to cling in the wind's creeping fury,
Staunch and firm, my ñhero fighting the torrential
cascade of tirades and reproaches: MY CITADEL. . .
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***Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Your Favourite Old Poem #2
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***Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name How You Make The Stars Hush
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©O.E. Guillermo
06:37 pm, February 24, 2015
"Listen closely," Rumple Stein
cackled, his yellow eyes
scanning the terrified faces
of the children huddled
around the campfire.
"A massive, hairy Bigfoot
stalks the foggy mountains,
sniffing the chilly night air for
a very specific scent."
"This towering beast
possesses a terrible, burning
fury against children who
refuse to do their homework."
"Because some kids don't do
their homework, the furious
monster swore to hunt down
every single lazy child."
"He tracks the scent of blank
pages and hidden schoolbooks
straight to your campground tents!"
"He wants to stomp slacker
kids to a pulp to punish them
for neglecting their daily education!"
He suddenly jumped to his
feet, throwing his hands high
as the wind howled through
the branches.
"And when he catches a lazy
student, "Rumple Stein roared,
"he crushes them with his giant
feet!"
The terrified children
immediately reached into
their backpacks, pulling out
their folders in absolute panic.
They frantically began
scribbling their spelling
words by the dim, flickering
light of the dying fire.
Written: January 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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The skies seemed erratic with dull rage.
A freakish breeze is beginning to gage.
Their pompous struggle across the sea.
Evocative of some sort of antique age.
From distant swale, a solid hush withdrew
As recalcitrant clouds began to brew.
Their chatoyant bellies flashed gilded fire,
A strong omen no sailor could misconstrue.
Then came the foofaraw — a copious roar,
Waves irrupt as beasts against the shore.
A shellback cursed the tempest’s devil heart,
Calling it a gossip bent on settling a score.
The wind, verbose in its wilful might,
Rebuked the cliffs through the howling night.
Its fustian bellow is inspissated with rain
Turned every halcyon memory into fright.
Lightning carved a partita through the sky,
A wild, sequacious dance that dared not die.
Thunder replied with slippery weight,
Thick and rolling, an aficionado reply.
The sea spun an enigma of rising foam.
A xenogenesis of chaos away from home.
Even gulls, those fickle arbiters of storm.
Quite a false peace where shades roam.
Yet with the storm girlish force and might,
Through every sanguine hope taking flight,
A lone lantern glimmered in limpid defiance,
A spark of courage refusing the night.
And when dawn chose to liaise with the land,
Its brief gold brushed the waves as a hand
Coddling the wreckage, gentle and genteel,
As if forgiving the storm for all it had planned.
OF THE NEW FLESH
A returned to open channels
Open to the unknown the beyond
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows
The whispers come through the void
Humming in the open channel
Of an ancient television set
Like a cryptic monolith, alive
The noise to signals, burning voices
Scream and chant arcane rights
That pushes n pulls the soul of things
Never dreamt of before, unseen
There in the dark the halogen arc light, bright
Blares its pure hot hollow holy light
Laying before me was a stark image of chrome
Of gears springs and electric circuitry.
Gracing suicidal insight
wickedly sharp blade
Mad for flesh and bone,
blood baptize in its righteous
fury for the masses to cut the cancer, away
Of the new flesh
this covenant of mechanical arts
And malice
A calculus of angels and insane
The insane idle smiles hide the dark shame
covered in a thin facade of normalcy
They hide lies that drip from those smiles
The hate so deep it blinds the eyes of tranquility
The secret lives of the damned
Burn, blares the new blade of silver
Bone n gears; the product of death
As the mechanical heart reimagined
ruminates and redefines
In heaven hollow facade
Silence of the holy realm
The static of Valhallas Halls
Sits a cathode ray tube
Full of angry hornets, fiery angels…
Humming into the sacred night
a blade flickers in delicate light
Dancing into shadows
from burning sacraments
A holocaustic humanity
Mad for flesh and bone
Baptize in blood
Born of righteous fury for the masses
To cut away the cancer
voices whisper
scream
call and demand:
“Long live the new flesh!”
My dearest Linda, speak into me!
I love the way you tell things incredibly.
Your lovely grins turn my whole world,
A depiction of wisdom with your words.
As beautiful as purple dripping rain,
Your sweet lips make a lucid flame.
You’re my Bella who wears a bright bliss,
Matching that hair waving in a smooth breeze.
Flash your smile like a never-ending story,
You walk into fire without a single fury.
A woman with vision who I admire,
Keeps me electrified like a dancing wire.
My dearest Linda, speak into me!
Inspire me till the whole world will see…
You’re the representation of good will,
Few words are inadequate to instill.
A new
beginning
An older
end
Which way
to enter
To Break
or bend
From start
to finish
Who gets
to choose
What time
holds hostage
To win
— or lose
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Without Care
Women
can love
in an instant
But men
only able
at times
Women
get lost
in the daydream
Where men
stay aloof
undefined
Women
hold onto
each moment
A man
throws away
without care
Women will
question
those feelings
That men
so evade
— au contraire
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Passions Shower
Art
is the wayward
sister
of sex
The
wellspring
of creative
power
Paying
its dues
to what lust
behooves
Planting
those seeds
only
— passion can shower
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Spark And Fury
Daring you
to think
Asking you
to wonder
Step outside
your comfort zone
Meet me
in the thunder
All the trees
majestic
The sky bright
crimson red
Where voices that
your birth set free
Call out to you
again
Your home
where spark and fury
ignite the fire
inside
And welcomed back
you’ll not return
To where excuses
— hide
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Your Fate
When you incorporate
with the devil
A junior partner
is all you’ll be
The I.P.O. seals
your fate forever
Your soul
— no longer free
(The New Room: June, 2026)
POEM PENNED PRETERNATURALLY
Too many misses of sprinkles
Wets the heart like little drizzles
Over the rags of time
The chasm between us couldn't be caged
By the eons of past pain
During our storm and rain
Thunder slice me off a heart of cold fury
Because anger rest in the bosom of fools
But the cold chill of your serendipity arouse every shivers
Like the toe poke of a baby when bathed
Our brotherhood, blossoming rose in the sun
A ripening wheat in a flourishing field
With a soft conscience to pacify the sun
The heat of the mo' can not asphyxiate a flame
Lighted by compassion, affection & name-identity
Soulnated with telepathy.
And to cross-eye again,
Every dog has its own day
Which keeps soul in blazing affection of anticipation
To subsequently engage brotherly communication.
VickWizzy
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Titled by: Weiss Vae Mmendie
Copyright© 2016.
I gazed into the starless night,
searching for an answer to your lies.
The moonless sky reminded me of the
emptiness that lies within your heart.
I called into the empty wind and it
could not answer me
I thought I heard your voice but
time froze it just like ice.
The beautiful eyes that once caressed
now lost within themselves.
The heart that once seemed bottomless
now became icicle cold.
The touch, once warm and tender
pulled back in revulsion.
The love once pure and innocent
became full of hatred.
The vows once said as a pledge
now became a battle ground.
The harmony once found
now becomes the fury.
The lives that once were happy
became a broken heart.
2/21/11
White Dog tell me stories
Of the places near and far
Of nights upon the ocean
Following a star
Tell me stories of adventure
And a Caribbean breeze
Or fighting swirling winds
Upon the mighty seas
Let me dream once more of sailing
And peaceful tropical nights
Gazing at the Southern Cross
Standing beneath the Northern Lights
White Dog carry me away
To where my dreams were bold and young
To feel the wind against my face
And the salt upon my tongue
Let me feel the gentle waves
On a night that’s calm and warm
Then stand in awe of her fury
In the midst of a tropical storm
White Dog bring my dreams to life
Of sailing days that never end
I see you sitting on the sand
Rest peacefully my friend.