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CROWN THE KING OF POP
The spotlight shines bright, the crowd comes alive,
Michael moves through the glow, amongst the jive
He glides through the sequinned lights,
"I heard there's royalty in the room tonight,"4
He belts out, " And what's a Prince to a King?"
The Prince leaves, couldn't dare to kiss the ring,
The legendary hall didn't need to pull a string,
And they all echo aloud, "long live the King!"8
Kobe Bryant rises to the occasion like airwave,
Amy Winehouse approves the king & joins the rave,
Bob Marley smoked “One love” across the sacred hall,
Nipsey nips, hustle hoisted to yield the weed's call.¹²
Biggie beams, exclams "pop culture couldn't get better",
Tupac took part in two packs of blaze, his star glitter.
Witney with whiskey witness the Houston grand award,
Aliyah, from the allay to her seat, honours her word,¹6
XXXtentacion extinguishes every fear to grace the occasion.
The crowd applauds the king & make an oration.
Awards announce our worlds, it amplify our words,
As legends come together, defying all odds.²°
In timeless elegance, their spirits resonate,
The crown will always belong to the King.
Then you realise it was all imagination,
A mere work of creativity and innovation,²4
To poetically bring back to life these fallen heroes
Whose crafts, arts, & music blasted across our windows.²6
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes/Alliteration
Copyright ©?22nd March 2026.
A very big piece of turf we call the “Lone Star State”
is what is called home by many poets that are great.
From the Red River in the north, to the Rio Grande,
there are many impressive members from this great land.
If they live in Houston, Austin, San Antonio,
Dallas, Fort Worth, Brownsville, Arlington, or El Paso,
these are many fine members here everyone must know.
Their wonderful literary works are a delight.
They present themselves on this site every day and night.
The poems these members submit are superb entries
They show more diversity than chili recipes!
Therefore, let’s all salute each poet and poetess
who hails from the wonderful great big state of Texas!
So, I am hiding Occupied state
Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at
Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge
Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge
Alma mater in Houston, there will be a problem with Poseidon surge
Gone baha'i , a limerick try, optional pagan gods and winds around our flagstaff, IN
Animesh is ricocheting, consulting appendics
nonetheless painless as free as the appendix did say "Ish........"
Duncan hill and healthy premium is a cliched a trope
Hiatus , a self imposed speed limit where a bird, divine hoopoe
in colors and diva, will be "assimilating" marination tonight,
(and a fried second paper, oil blessing.)
About:
Sonia Gandhi is a royal chant there, like the people's princess and she
She is a muse , con clues on (and on) , with communal commuter and mundane be!
Why Al Pacino is a PhD dissertation, not now, not YA incognito !
As ethnic dish discourse will have ties to Gospel in a national crisis
With the Nobel prize, navel cutie and baby bottles and dresser case, cliffhangers!
Rules (unruly)
Once taken you cannot take it back, here they Stan, there they channelize
The "room" in Alexandria, Italic or a "Bambino" try."
Will you be trade relations with the orphan or a parallelism in "Ces't la vie?"
Will you be that oxymoron, to the symphony , flora and fauna
that had an entire Ramadan but never against a fie!
(Case and Code, both switches)
For a widow they say, the loosing atlas!
And for an affidavit , they say whisk() in a canop() try
And then board as you may find solace in grace (head on again, never hedonism)
did you marinate in between? Or ritual Can I pray today?
Can i try? Can i die? Can i sigh? Can i hi? And most of all
can i Nye?
January, 2025
We who loved America
I enjoyed America and remember touring
a Sunday outside Houston (Texas), met in a café
a group of openly armed, elderly men
They were courteous people one could meet
I understood guns have cultural meaning
In America, we in Europe don't understand
I remember a saying, "A country where the populace
is armed, people are polite."
I stayed on the ship longer than needed, but had
To go home and get educated, I studied management
and later ran a restaurant
I was never at ease in my country, not that I suffer
Retromania, trying to escape my past, but
I was back on a ship again, this time as chief steward
plying the waters of America and the Caribbean.
IT'S TOO EARLY FOR ME [TO GIVE UP ON
THE SEASON],.Dusty Baker. QUOTEHD.COM
"I lived a few years in San Francisco and
for many years in Northern California.
I was a long-time fan of the SF Giants
and their manager Dusty Baker."
"I remember game 6 of the 2002 world series against
the Anaheim Angels when Dusty Baker was the
manager of the Giants. The Giants were up 3
games to 2 and ahead 6 to 0 in game 6.
Then, there was a major threat in the game.
Dusty pulled the pitcher, and the disaster began.
From that moment, things went downhill for the giants.
They never recovered and lost the World Series."
"Yes, PAUL, that was really too bad for Dusty and
the Giants. Dusty went on to manage a couple of
other teams before he came to Houston. He had
good winning seasons with those teams, but they
never became champions with Dusty."
"You know something, BILL? I was just thinking about
how both the Giants and Dusty recovered from the 'Angels'
disaster and went on to become champions. A few years
after their debacle with the Angels, the Giants went on to win
two World Series. The Giants won with a different manager, and
this year, at the age of 73, Dusty became a champion when he
and the Houston Astros won the '22 World Series".
"PAUL, that is some really good thinking. We can all learn a
ton of lessons from that story. I tell you PAUL, that Giants
and Dusty saga speaks volumes to me about the power of
making changes, and the resolve to keep believing and
never give up on yourself". "Thanks BILL".
112022PSCtest, Dialogue Proficiency. Matt Caliri
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#A GIFT...AN UPLIFT! A GLORIOUS SHIFT OCCURS WHEN HAVING BEEN PRIVY TO AN OUTSTANDING SINGER! THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, YOUR HEART FEELS A GLOW...
BECAUSE A SINGER HAS MOVED YOU SO...
"A SINGER HAS M O V E D YOU SO! ! !"
ALLOW ME TO SHOW, AS FOLLOWS...
THE GREAT MR. LUTHER VANDROSS
{ONE AND ONLY, MOST DEFINITELY* SOLELY!}
QUEEN VOICE: WHITNEY HOUSTON
THE DIVINE MS. SARAH VAUGHAN
AL JARRAEU - MORNIN', DISTRICTED, BLUE SKIES
GLADYS KNIGHT
OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN
PHYLLIS HYMAN
KAREN CARPENTER
TEDDY PENDERGRASS, SHARON TATE AND
HAROLD MELVIN
AMY WINEHOUSE - "LOVE IS A LOSING GAME"
SEAL, CHRIS ISAAK, TOM JONES
BROOK BENTON, DAVID RUFFIN, LOU RAWLS
BING CROSBY, FRANK SINATRA AND ELLA FITZGERALD
LEN CARIOU - "PRETTY WOMEN"
ANITA BAKER, REGINA BELL AND CHAKA KHAN
STEVIE WONDER, TONI TENNILLE, LUKE EVANS,
MARVIN GAYE, ADAM LAMBERT AND
RUSSELL THOMPKINS JR.
ANGELA WINBUSH - "ANGEL"
JOHNNY CASH, K.D. LANG AND
FREDDIE MERCURY
SARA BAREILLES - "SMILE"
NANCY WILSON, BARBARA STREISAND AND
SARAH VAUGHAN
JOHN DENVER, JOSE FELICIANO, AND
JOHNNIE WILDER, JR.
NAT KING COLE, BARRY WHITE AND
ISAAC HAYES
LEON THOMAS - "SUNFLOWER"
MINNIE RIPPERTON, DORIS DAY, AND
TEENA MARIE
CELINE DION, LUCIANO PAVAROTTI, AND
PUTRI ARIANI
STEVE PERRY, LABI SAFFRI AND
ROBERTA FLACK
THE GREAT DONNY HATHAWAY
THIS WAS ONLY TO NAME "A FEW"
WHO'S MISSION BLEW US AWAY...
MADE OUR SOUL SWAY, WITH A MEMORABLE TAKEAWAY! IT'S THOSE UNFORGETTABLE, INCREDIBLE NOTES SUNG IN SUCH A WAY, FROM THEIR SIGNATURE INLAY...
"FROM THEIR S I G N A T U R E IN-LAY ! ! !"
THEIR GIFT, OUR UPLIFT, WHAT'S MORE PURE? NOTHING SHORT OF THAT, THAT'S FOR SURE!
WOW!!! WHAT MEMORIES....
SUCH EVOKING OF OUR SENTIMENTS AND SENSORY...
WHEN A VOICE WAS CREATED TO REMEDY! ! !
"THANKS SO VERY MUCH...ELLA! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} September 12, 2023#
“Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)" is a song by Australian worship group Hillsong United. It was released on 23 August 2013 as the second and final single from their third studio album, Zion (2013). The song is led by Taya Smith, and was written by Matt Crocker, Joel Houston and Salomon Ligthelm, with production being handled by Michael Guy Chislett.
Wikipedia reference
DEEP WATERS
Trilling of a songbird, in touch with God almighty,
Taya begins:
“You call me out upon the waters.
The great unknown where feet may fail.”
I’ve indulged those deep waters
I jumped in —
The tour guide said,
“No need for a lifejacket.”
But I knew, as soon as my body
Hit the ancient waves, I
Needed God. He is my strength.
His Spirit lifted me up the ladder.
I applied my orange stronghold.
“And keep my eyes above the waves,”
I feel my savior as Hillsong performs.
I am in the ocean.
I am afraid.
But she sings,”My faith will stand.”
“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders.
Let me walk upon the waters.”
She sings the bible’s anthem.
I’m not afraid.
I close my eyes.
I hear God call —
I can walk upon the waters.
She presses me, “Take me deeper…
And my faith will be made stronger.”
I’ve scanned the seas on the deck of a ship
Salty air and evening winds —
Wondered what’s below.
He is! He’s everywhere!
When my son was on a submarine,
I was not afraid.
I knew whose eyes would see him,
No matter what trouble he was in.
My feet may fail.
The roaring beast may froth and foam,
But in the arms of Jesus Christ,
My faith is strong.
8/14/2020
Same Old Song Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
4/12/21
"Lonely"
The truth is
Leaving my health and finances in ruin
Towards THC and Alcohol, I've been abusive
I got a problem, Houston
Still driving a Ford Fusion
Why are they so quick to tell Newton
And Susan
After all I'm only human
Most my friends are animals, like Toothless
It's no illusion
I'm not stupid
I've just been reclusive
There's no reason to make up excuses
After all, it's useless
I've been listening to music
And doin' for me what is therapeutic
I could talk about it or just do it
I could show it or shoot it
I could accept such terms or refuse it
I could care less or I could prove it
I was foolish or I f****ng knew it
On came the cataclysm
Followed by a schism
A world full of skepticism
And criticism
As the waters remain murky or glisten
They say it's the truth
But the only proof
Is from what was written
Therefore a lot could be hidden
if they only show what they want you to see and hear
Pulling strings like a puppeteer
Sleight of hand, like a magician
One thing certain, time keeps tickin'
Intuition tellin' me somethin' is missin'
Misery avenue, is where I've been livin'
In addition
To battling a drug addiction
And alcoholism
The plot continues to thicken
Few if any listen
Zero recognition
Oh well, back to my mission
Got to finish the expedition
While I'm still in existence
It'll take persistence
And brilliance, not inconsistence
There'll be resistance
But I've got to cover a lot of distance
Only so much time we are given
Here one second, gone the next minute
Since people are so nosey
Often staying low-key
Keeping to myself mostly
The room always smoky
Drinking so much whatever, such as Peroni
Thought you did, but you must not know me
Still I feel so lonely
Looking for my one and only
Looking around closely
As time passes by quickly yet slowly
The real thing not phony
Or bologna
Still I feel so lonely
Rebel Houston
(Snaps fingers) Acoustic Digital Hybrid... a breath, a fusion. So, what lurks beyond jazz funk, huh?/
Thinkin' big time, are you? Do you dig? Can you feel it as you pursue your passion for this jazz thing/
The inventive spirit of Rebel Houston burns, A saxophone supernova, learning, turning. Always into what's NEXT,/
not what's been. Right now, he's wrangling angles, Melodic patterns jagged and electric, Acid Jazz funk bleeding into Afro bebop./
Man, this cat... this cat is the vibe. The pulse. The current. Houston keeps step, Step, step, steppin', Into the Motherland, the source of love and hope, forged in sound,/
Blown through his tenor horn, a shimmering prayer. Meditation on the struggle of mankind, Aches in his fingertips, screams from the bell,/
Arranged, composed, a jazz logic unfolding, Melodic construction, harmony shaped anew./
This isn't just noise, it's jazz music architecture. It's the blueprint for the soul. New jazz funk, carved from the digital dawn, infused with ancestral fire./
So, are you hip? Are you listening? This ain't just music, it's a revolution. It's Rebel Houston, And it's happening… NOW. (Another snap)
Furry mice
Many years ago, I was in Houston (Texas) to victualize
a new cargo ship, back then a ship carried a large crew
for all the functions needed.
The ship chandler was keen to show me his enormous
freezer, beef, mutton, pork, and chicken, he also sold
horse meat, but not to the Nordic or the British for
who eating horseflesh was akin to eating your
relatives.
However, the Frenc, the Belgians, and the Dutch had
no such hangups, as did ships with flags from eastern
countries bothered by such sentiment.
He told me they had come over furry mice alive and
well and breeding, I asked to see one of these creatures
they had killed them- after all, it- is- about vermin
I had a mental picture of them looking like aggressive
but tiny polar bears biting my finger when I try to
catch one of them, or look like black bears as long as
they didn't look like rats.
Shipping in Norway was big business, employed
about 50 to 60 thousand people, but when the flag
was internationalized, seafaring history ended
In our time, modern ships are nearly fully automatic
only a handful of computer readers are needed
and for food, a drone delivers hamburgers with hot
fries and soft drinks.
This is the ultimate goal of all industries to function
without staff, selling goods to the unemployed?