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YELLOW
Called him yellow?
He must be an Albino!
The point aimed at is this fellow
But the yellow must always mellow
Acting the Shakespearian Othello.
No true friends in the ghetto
Except you are hood and get-on.
Adorned naturally with a color enticing unease,
Jaundice, his name, and "Alfin" joined to his,
Names that causes 'All Eyes On Me'
Wondered what life would be
If he had been a black coffee
L. Custance ask: who are the truly bothersome blokes?
Not the one, the butt of some jokes
But the one his exemplary life chokes
And ends well better than his folks
To remove this dandruff from this shoddy native land
Stand on his watch, he'd be a better brand
This prose, he knew and incubated;
THIS ON-THE-SPOT POETRY he marinated
Is to accomplish many task,
Ask Ken L. Custance, for instance
Who inspired this lofty lines,
Created and embellished by our great minds.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 10th March, 2017.
Our past vividly pictured
on the skeletal roof
of a once perfectly thatched
Mokgoro now helplessly kept in place
by worn out Kgobati ties
and tired pillars carved decades ago
from strong Morukuru trees
Through famines we survived
tilling the barren land for food
digging for water from a sleeping river
to keep alive the last of our dying cattle
we scrabbled for fruits the wild provided
we hunted rabbits and birds for delicacy
There is some hope growing now
in the gathering of rain clouds above
that the rivers will soon flow again
that the land will grow more fertile
even the bones of ancestors
sleeping at Sekgolokgothuma remnants
have started to breathe life
Our dreams beautifully painted
on the colourful landscape of spring
of flowering grasses embraced by bees
and a forest of sprouting Mopipi trees
filling the air with their pungent scent
stretching from Lenganeng
to Ga-Rantshiane hills
and down to Magoleng
along the peripheries of Taung river
This is Tsietsamotswana
the place where our dreams were incubated
inside houses built of strong walls
from a concrete of mud and cow dung
and neatly thatched with grass
harvested from Dikhuting floodplains...
He was airlifted to another place.
The heath, the dales,
the ridges, the high moors,
they all began to slip away
under throbbing wings.
Occasionally a woman would approach,
a silk moth in the semi-gloom
of a night flight;
he was tucked semi-consciously
into a droning life-support system.
When you are unearthed,
green roots tug,
mud and twigs come with you.
Pools and sediment
make their way as seeds and marsh
traveling as your incubated life.
Places you have slept on,
waded across,
had breezy sex over,
they tether you to a tillage and turf,
of lived experience
even as you fly far from it.
He began to plant bits of himself
into the soil of his new home.
He hid mossy stones amid plastic rocks’
left lichen trails
on the marble floors of shopping malls.
He recreated his own clay
from the sand-shifting soil he found
in an alien loam.
Slowly the land began to own him.
He dug himself into the past
of this remodeled wilderness.
Became a native of rooted and uprooted things.
When he was asked:
'to which country he belonged?'
He would show the dirt
under his fingernails.
Baby birds tweet as their long skinny necks stretch towards blind faith. Somewhat frantically; newly born; next to dead; fragile existence; protected with life. Regurgitation from the same embodied mouth that an egg came from. Hidden from the world in a tree of life and chosen by the universe, without choice. Bound by instinct, life's purpose is to live. Feather light with a solid frame; wings for flight flap for unexplainable reason…; decomposers prey on the dead. Predators’ gifted with unmatched naked eye site; take life. Meaningless meanings that explanation is interrogated by; comparing this ability to fly with freedom. Arguing its merits as well; baby birds incubated from eggs rely on instinct…; unable to see with their eyelids stuck shut. Definitions define with answers…; created by a man. Facts become law. Acceptance leaves out the option of debate; born into this world with instincts and long necks…; only to rely on blind faith.
originally written in 2014 and edited today for contest
9-20-16
Submerged in the flood of the maddening crowd,
I see a verdant valley carved out by covert ingenuity
within my lonesome mind, drifting away entranced,
displaced from the still stratum of suffusing sound
of converging cacophony, resonating loud in quiet thoughts,
as dreams cluster within the unanchored mind.
In the colony of dreams, incubated in psychic thicket,
I wander on the convoluted contours of confusing life.
As the rising sun of promise bursts with convivial colors
on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams,
the yearning leaves sparkle in the spectrum of splendor
in the sea of silence where I sink within sensuous serenity.
In beguiling breeze rippling in the assembly of dreams,
the enchanting fantasy lattice dances to its cadence,
makes mystique motifs with light and shade matrix.
The design weaves for me the tapestry of imagery
where sprouting dormant dreams congregate on stage
to perform for me the kaleidoscopic show of ecstasy.
As the raucous reality invades the realm of dreams,
I invent words made of time’s sand, composing no lyric,
nor creating the beleaguered ballad of Greek tragedy,
for then I lie languished under the debris of dreams.
I become a flockless bird with broken wings in time tempest
when the sky falls on the consumed colony of dreams.
Walking the last mile in the lonely path of twilight zone
in the remaining hours of the fading sunset glow,
I seek the soothing shade to rest for the last time,
step into waiting woods of resurgent reverie once again,
see my dreams return, longingly flourish in their domain,
annexing the lengthening shadow of my memory.
The hen incubated its eggs for twenty -one days, She didn't know that they were her own eggs, She refused to leave the eggs for eat or drink, And she acted aggressively if she was disturbed. She pulled out of its feathers on her belly, Her warm skin directly touched the eggs, She altered the eggs that had moved away from her warmth, And she pecked at me when I came too close. One fine morning, she hatched her chicks , She thought that they belonged to her, But they were tiny troublesome ducklings, And they were nearly six in number. The ducklings had grown very fast, And they moved towards the pond , They swam joyfully in the warmed water, And still she thought that they were her own eggs. Soon she couldn't control her dirty ducklings, At dawn ,they walked fast towards the pond, And the ducklings swam in the water as usual, But the mother hen roamed on the bank of the pond. Usually ,the chicks obeyed the call of her mother, But the ducklings didn't respond to their mom, The innocent baby ducks wanted to be away from her, Still she believed that they were her own chicks.
DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
on wings of Dove
Equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
yang frothing waves in a storm
beating seaweed rocks
claiming it in her bosom
then furling it afar
into unknown depths
where Neptune roars
his roar on end
boasting an indigo flag
Then ...light as a feather
yin floating on a shimmering beach
rosy ringlets microscope crabs, bubbles
giggling at ant antics
in crevices of creaky floorboards
while autumn Sun sets
dew drops on clover leaves
so misty morning says Hello !
A dancing juicy apricot
kisses at library doors
spongy beneath oak exterior
where beetles dug a hundred paths
staring defiance at an orange star
scornful, graceful, factual
proclaiming a Largeness of Life !
An Earth child in long waves of auburn
reaching for Mercury
A Spirit child, Earth located
One imaged from bowels of struggle
she whispered freedom in my ears
when behind prison bars
I sat counting toes
One imaged from Gabriel’s gown
or was it Merlin’s ?
she fingered watercolours
through my lenses
As Saturn said goodbye ...
Sirius screamed from wreaking hell
wrought from rages or sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
from a womb of turmoil tremors
crystal dripping dark strife
hypocrisy contemplated
torn apart by churning guts
as young medics ogled
grimaced, searched
so premature, so incubated
it was “I will survive!”
Sun and Moon crossed one another
not knowing which way but loose
streaming rivers flowing sideways
in dusty towns, painted villages, rape
a gecko appeared on a pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
books came tumbling down
numbers flew away
lashes black as croaking crow
it was “I am here!”
There can be no coin to
ponder if not faces two
no tornado ripping apart
if no breezes play on
a horse farm in Karoo
No life if no death
Night clings to day
as daybreak clings to escaping night
sunset embraces twilight
negates itself, disappearing
one embalming the other while
flying
together on a silver thread
in blueberry Sky !
One
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!
Two
Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low blow Chloee. You wish Reginald, you wish!
Three
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I was at the park with my owner playing
Frisbee. As I watched the Frisbee I wondered why it was getting
bigger and bigger as it came towards me than it hit me.
Four
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
I was just lying down in the park the other day watching a Labrador
chasing his tail an' I thought ain't that amazing how easily amused
Labradors are! Then I realized I was watching the Labrador chase his tail.
Five
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I've written a poem it goes like this.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme. And some don't!"
Six
Chloee? Yes Reginald! I was at a restaurant, I ordered a chicken sandwich,
but I don’t think the waitress understood me. Because she said,
“How would you like your eggs?” So I tried to answer her anyhow. I said,
“Incubated! And then raised, and then beheaded, and then plucked,
and then cut up, and then put onto a grill, and then put onto a bun.
Damn! It’s gonna take a while. I don’t have time. Scrambled!”
The Finale
A Dachshund walks under a bar. I mean walks into a bar. Goes to the
bar and sits down. Asks the bartender "can I have a Budweiser Light
Beer" the bartender serves him and informs him "that will be seven dollars".
The Dachshund pays. The bartender keeps looking at the Dachshund.
Finally the Dachshund yells "What?" The bartender explains "no I'm
sorry we just never get Dachshunds in this bar." The Dachshund replies
"I'm not surprised...at seven dollars for a beer..."
The Encore
Reginald? Yes Chloee! When you cut your nails, do you file them?
Yes Chloee as a matter of fact I do! Pity! I just throw mine out!
Curtains!
01~10~2015
Sponsor: rob carmack
Contest: Daschunds
Zephyrus Within
by Odin Roark
Do we fly away
Drift away
Stay away
Or were we ever real?
How fleeting the impressions
Plummeted by the New today
Dismissing yesterday as the Old
Daring tomorrow to invent further questioning
The labels abound
Father
Mother
Sister
Brother
Daughter
Son
Lover
Yet how much a part of each other
Are we?
Might it be
We are but separated cells
Incubated into life
Rendered a sameness by others
Yet in reality
Thirsting for fulfillment
Compelled to wander aimlessly
We stumble through existence?
To argue such a theory
Is to know
Along the way
Seasoned lives find
Connections sever
That like all of nature
Separations occur
Drifting inevitable
Attachments wane
Collective experience
Fulfilling the essence of life
Still…
Such eventual enfoldment
Leaves us free to adventure
To know self-determined identity
Requires but to hoist liberation’s sails
Catch tomorrow’s wind
Leave behind misbegotten time
And if true…
To watch from afar
The flotsam of the past
Is to know destiny is of our own making
Not a determination by others
That sweetness of air
Breathed from Zephyrus within
Unshackles the relationship with self
" Like us, every bird and it's child needs a home" Quote by poet
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A dove in spring flew helplessly
searching for a place to lay it's egg
No huge trees around where it could build its nest
"If I lay twigs on houses people throw them away
What do I do now?
Watch a crow eat my egg..."
Distressed it flew hither and thither.
It came to my balcony placed some twigs, laid an egg
I watched in wonder how it incubated it
Not a moment it would get up
Finally egg hatched
Little one came
Both parents fed the little one
I would help them by giving grains and water
Pink skinny body it was so small and tender
Crow was always hovering by wanting to eat it
But the mother just wouldn't leave the kid alone
I watched the kid grow
Slowly it got feathers and flew away...
It is a wonderful, beautiful memory
one which I can never forget
Birds, colourful fluttering beauties
Melodiously chirping all day
Should not become extinct.
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Inspiration :
Contest Name : Spring Birds
Sponsor : Constance La France
24th February 2021
2nd position