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Trudging as a scorched weary traveler
in the wilderness of the desiccated life,
I wander in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow.
Enticed, I’m seduced by the mirage of your flashing face,
confused, I don’t know where I should be going to belong.
As I disintegrate in myriad illusions into drifting dust
in the desolate wasteland of my life, I see transformed,
my broken heart I scatter as debris on your obscure trail.
I let the hard times of denial profoundly strike me,
ever so strongly that my yearning space is shattered.
I strive to preserve the shards of battered essence
in the inner sanctum of instinctive quietude.
I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable,
creating the compulsive cocoon of imposed isolation
to contain the cacophony of pervasive chaos
for the soul to get suffused in calm insulation.
As I become a lone prisoner of my making,
force me to be a captive behind the wall I construct
with the fortification of the false sense of pride,
I find you disappear like mist in gale beyond my garden,
taking the fragrance of flowers I love to see blossom.
I’m caught in the dichotomy web of entangled uncertainty:
break the wall, walk away free into oblivion,
or stay secluded, obscure within the cage I’ve built.
I’m happy that you’ve found someone new
And that you learned not to walk on your toes
I’m glad that I can finally see you smile
And start to laugh uncontrolled
I’m sure you’re happy
I’m sure you feel free
And i can’t express how grateful I am
That the one by your side isn’t me
At one point we might’ve been a dream
We called ourselves friendship goals
But now I realize that we were just like our jeans
Bloodstained and filled with holes
When I walk by you in the hall
And you catch my eye with your hair
I no longer can hate you
And I no longer care.
I gave you everything
And received nothing in return
So here I am, years later
With my lesson learned
I don’t need to pray
For people who understand
I’m not scared to see you
I don’t wring my hands
When you first left
I sat all alone
No one beside me
No place to call home
You took everything
My friends, my love, my trust
You shattered all my morals
And crushed the pieces into dust
But then, with you gone
I started to climb
Brick by brick i built myself up
And all it took was some time
All it took was the rest of the year
To start some friendships anew
Then, the next year, i never sat alone
And it felt like the hard times were through.
As the years started to pass
You seldom crossed my mind
now I pass you every day
but there’s no urge to run and hide
I don’t know what to do when we meet
Because no part of me remains bitter
I’ve let go of the anger that i held close
After you treated my heart like litter
You never smile when I see you
I never frown when i meet your eyes.
It seems to me that our story is over
We meant it when we said goodbye.
To each of my children please know I love you.
If you weren't my children, I don't know what I'd do.
As babies and infants you brought me so much joy.
Playing make believe with me as we played with your toys.
Though I must admit changing diapers weren't my style.
But you each got me through it with your giggles and smiles.
The first time I gloved up when I made contact with poo.
Your mother raised hell saying "What's the matter with you!
I was always the bad cop saying, everything you must eat.
While your mothers were the good cops, sneaking you all the treats.
And when you did something, or a note says you've done wrong.
All your mother would say is "Just Wait til dad gets home."
When you disobeyed sometimes it would make me mad.
But it was hard to be tough, with you looking sad.
During those hard times when I needed a little shove.
Each of you motivated me by showing me some love.
There was one thing that I hated and just wasn't cool.
Was sitting in your tiny desk at the meetings at school.
You all were the apple of your father's eye.
If another adult dare touch you, they should prepare to die!
I can truly say that each you each made me so proud.
You all received compliments when we were in a crowd.
When someone else watched you, they'd say "They were just fine!"
I say "Let me see who's children you have, those cannot be mine!"
With all my love to each of you. I just want to say.
I consider you each a blessing on this Father's day!
Love Dad!
SPROUTING IN LIFE'S PLANTATION
In this garden where only the strong survive,
As seeds, some travail while others thrive.
Planted with care by The Gardener here & there,
Scattered across the earth life gives it share.
The rain will fall, the sun will smite
But a seed must work with all his might,
Use your "widow's mite" to earn a lion's share
And be the judge if, to you, life isn't fair.
But I will sprout and grow up tall
despite summer & winter, spring or fall.
Rain comes with coolness but sways to & fro,
Sun strikes as a nutrient but makes me glow,
even though hard times come with dirty water,
it doesn't stop this plant from growing in winter.
I won't let negative words stop my progress,
or retrogress, I won't live my life to impress.
I will continue to grow until fulfilment in death
says no more room for my labour of strength.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 12th June 2023.
It doesn't take much to find
You can leave troubles behind
If you look at what you've got
Don't complain of things you want
Remember there are others who
Have hard times making it through
Each day because they do not
Have the ability to start
Fixing their lives, it is wrong
They try to be really strong
Not complaining knowing they
Have to face each new day
With pain and sorrow, there's no choice
They don't yell or raise their voice
Even when they see those who
Don't suffer, having no clue
They're as lucky as can be
Living happy and care free
No disease to make them stay
Very ill from day to day
A warm roof above their head
Snuggled in a cozy bed
Not outside in a cold night
Suffering severe frost bite
Food is there at every meal
While others have to beg and steal
Hugs and kisses they don't know
Family isn't there to show
Runaways they are not worthless
Open your eyes for the goodness
Life is handing you and be
Grateful, not rude and greedy
Think of those who go without
You will see what life's about
As the blow of hard times profoundly strikes,
ever so strongly my private space in disarray,
I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable,
never to be invaded in the sanctum of the inner woods
for the soul to be preserved in aberrant insulation.
I become an insane prisoner of my making,
held captive behind the fragile walls of volatile psyche.
I find you disappear like mist away from my garden,
takng the fragrance of flowers I love to see bloom.
I'm caught in the dichotomy web of derangement,
whether to break the wall or stay secluded in the cage.
When the time comes to travel to the twilight hotizon,
the instinct of self-preservation dwindles in debris.
The wall collapses with the senile sense of frenzy,
I see the last sunray drizzle through the wood's canopy
from the seraphic sky where my soul flies like a bird.
I embark on the inward flight with illumined insight,
the marooned mind gains the wise vision of the truth,
gets guided by the sacred signposts on the pathway
for the karmic journey to the ultimate destination.
I lift the sunken hopes to the acme of divine madness,
the horizon of soul gleams with the spiritual light,
kindles within the beacon of enlightened consciousness,
as my perceptive being imbibes the heavenly essence.
Hard times are part of life
knocks come, put us in a spin
but turn around walk right on
give the knock a real huge grin
Look up and move on again
remember there's more ground to cover
ground that's been planned for you
take hold with zeal so you'll discover
Don't let the bad times control you
instead, you control them as the boss
show yourself as one who's in charge
taking up with and following your cross
Remember God knows what's best
He's in control leading you along
it may not look like that's true
but in reality, you sing your own song
So better to believe in His grace
fully trust walk in step so close
in the end, you'll be in God's will
receive His fullest blessing as He says
( I have written this for a dear friend who after a lot of years of marriage has been cheated by her husband and needs encouragement and advice to move on in her life hoping for better times.)
As I become older, I think about dying
My time is getting closer now as the years go by
Some family and friends have already departed leaving us crying
A few so young, we ask God why
Proverbs 3:5-6 says Trust in the Lord with all your heart
Do not lean on your own understanding
Acknowledge God in all your ways, from Him do not depart
Trust God, He will make you a path, no need to be fearful or demanding
I leave you peace, not as the world leaves you
You will have troubles along your way
Trust me, have faith in hard times, I will bring you through
I will forgive your sins, help you have a better day
Jesus said do not let your hearts be scared
Believe in God, believe also in me
Trust God, for all your problems He is prepared
To help you, be patient, from death, I came to set you free
Listening to you complain all day
Gives me migraines beyond belief
Good grief, could you just shut your mouth?
I wish we can go our separate ways – me, going north and you, going south
Ah, my pain empire…
Let me be independent
Let me go and admire…
The dominant neglect
And accept…that my sorrow is erect…
In the ever-changing coma
Of smelling your amusing aroma
Volkswagens and its vulgar scent leaves me breathless
On the lane of insanity – I popped the vein of vanity…
I’m feeling worthless and abhorrent more or less…
Staring into space…
I loath when people talk behind their backs…
Left to be a soft-spoken grace…
Silent as the grave, cooing like the midnight owl…
Hearing the werewolves howl while hearing you scowl…
Forever…young – a so-called blessing in disguise
Eternal…happiness…hope…cheer…faith… Hey, girls and guys!
That’s what we all need… not this horrifying greed…
Nourishing my heart, mind and soul’s seed…feelin’ sensual sensation in anticipation…
Trying too hard to stay away from sex, drugs and alcohol best I can, but I fail like a witchy snitch
Trying to do non-dirty deeds, but I’m picking up the weeds of temptation…
I’m not the biggest fan of **** and what it did to me…upset by subliminal images that bleed through my cranium… hypnotized by the devil’s song…
Angels’ halos,
Blow me kisses and hugs…
Don’t sweep me under rugs…
Or in the backfire…
You’re a swine, but you are fine, for you are mine…
I take credit for your pain…
Your pain empire…
Hard times zip through my fuzzy brain…
Sometimes, the clock chimes…it stinks…
We eat on sandwiches and drink soft drinks…
My good mindset has caught a dim train…
But, let me feel
You like no big deal
Observe me for poetrys’ sake
For, I lie here wide awake
Until you sleep in my arms again
Again
Again…
She sits and watches happiness,
But feels so sad
Watching the good,
Yet, feeling so bad
Taken over by addiction,
She was given a different path
Feeling restricted,
Yet, sometimes glad
Because no one understands
The hard times she’s had.
Mental health controls her
She feels it in her body, soul, and mind
That joy in life is hard to find
Feeling so blind
Remembering the days that she shined
Yet wanting to put it all behind
And get back to the grind.
Mental health controls her
She’s sober from addiction
Yet, she still feels conflicted
It’s like a contradiction
Where is her prescription?
Always in suspicion
Is it real or is it fiction?
Please tell her your opinion.
Mental health controls her
Her happiness lies
in her children’s eyes
They are her prize
Never ask twice
About the binding ties
With them, she will always rise
until the day she dies.
She controls her mental health.