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Yo, check the wall! New calendar's up!
Crisp corners, dates so clean, what's up?
"New Year, New Beginning!" the cards all scream,
Same old story, same old tired dream.
But out HERE, where the city grinds,
Where the real world leaves the fairy tales behind,
A new beginning? Nah, that's a lie!
The story keeps rolling, till the day we die!
Like the train tracks, the elevated's roar,
The rhythm shifts, but it's the same track, for sure!
Those dreams you chased, that stalled and died?
They aren't GONE, they're just buried inside.
Like Leo, still sketching, year after year,
Building on lines, wiping away a tear.
No magic gift on January one,
Just the story unfolding, 'til the race is done!
And the stumbles? The slams? The words you regret?
Etched in your brain, you aren't forgotten yet!
Missed free throw? Blurted out a lie?
Lessons learned, beneath the city sky!
Aren't no clean slate, no magic erase,
Just a hard knock school, in this relentless place!
But this turning of the page, this isn't all bad,
A breath on the corner, before the road gets mad.
Look back at the traffic, the smooth, the near miss,
The folks who helped you, with a hand or a kiss.
Gratitude, A quiet thank you,
To the forces that shaped, the old and the new!
Then you scope the road ahead, the destination's there,
But you got a better map, you know the potholes to beware!
More muscle in your legs, a fire in your soul,
Picking up the pace, taking back control!
Forget the fairy tales, the pristine start's a joke,
Grab the chalk dust, the smudges, the smoke!
Draw a clearer picture, stronger and BOLD,
The story continues, till we're grey and old!
So keep your eyes open, kid, learn from the fight,
Keep moving forward, with all your damn might!
The world keeps turning, the story's never done,
So yell it out loud: THE STORY ROLLS ON!
Microsleeps vs Powernaps
The boredom of freeway driving is like a hypnotist's sleep talk
The constant drone of the car's engine
The flash of lane markers to and fro, to and fro
You're bored and tired, you're mind wanders, lusting for a daydream
To escape the monotony of endless driving, with senses anesthetized.
The hypnotist whispers in your ears in muted tones
"Your eyes are getting droopy."
"Your eyelids are getting heavy, very heavy"
"You are getting very sleepy, time to let go"
"You cannot keep your eyes open any longer
"Sleep now"
You nod off, daydreaming
Eyelids droop down, eye blinds drop and shut.
Suddenly a noise,
A new sound, a toot, a truck, a flash of lights
You sense the car is drifting off the road,
Just before the lights fade and the daydream curtains open
Your sense of change saves you - just in the nick of time.
You wake up, startled,
To see your car drifting out of your lane, crash and disaster beckons.
You swerve and get back on the road,
Back in your lane, out of the clutches of daydream's trance.
You notice a road sign flashing by:
"Feeling Tired? Microsleeps and Nodding Off kills!"
"Take a Break"
"Or a 15 minute Powernap in the Rest Area just Ahead"
Microsleep daydreams are terminal,
Nodding off, switches lives off
Powernap daydreams refreshes and saves lives.
Take a break, take your daydream naps off the road.
Fool’s paradise
They say love is perennially blind, so let it be
Keep your eyes open, see what you need to see
Make her beautiful face a piece of transparent glass
Let your vision go to depth of her mind, take a glance
You may find a chameleon there very cleverly hidden
Its change of color you can’t predict, it’s so sudden.
In the glint of her eyes you may fly on cloud nine
You’ll fall with broken wings when they won’t shine
What sensuous mouth says may not come from heart
If you live in illusion in fool’s paradise, always be alert.
Don’t make the mistake Adam did in Garden of Eden
The apple may look tempting, don’t eat it even then.
I know you've seen a rainbow, and no doubt,
are aware that you'd best keep an eye out
for Irish fairy folks; lurking about.
Leprechauns can be grumpy, funny folks;
that some say love to play mischievous jokes
on naysayers, who label them a hoax.
If it's their pot of gold, you'd be after,
try searching behind an attic rafter;
where kids readily swear they've heard laughter.
The Irish bribe the leprechauns with food,
thinking a free meal will keep them subdued:
but the wee folks are amazingly shrewd.
They love whiskey and will steal it from you:
if you forget to leave a drop or two,
spilling a little on the floor; will do.
Wherever a rainbow touches the ground,
keep your eyes open, have a look around;
for a pot of gold’s waiting to be found.
It's not when the world is shouting
When it's loud and you can't hear a thing
It's when the world is quiet
And all you hear is silence
It's not when the earth is trembling
And you don't know where you're going
It's when the earth is still
And you've finally found the path
It's not when you're crying
And you can't seem to stop
It's when you're laughing
And you just want to stop
It's not when you're in pain
And you wish it could go away
It's when you're calm
And you await the on coming storms
It's not when you're exhausted
And can't keep your eyes open
It's when you're wide awake
And can't seem to sleep
When your mind is busy
And your heart is aching
When your chest is paining
And your eyes are tearing
When your mouth is moving
But nothing comes out
That is when we want
To hear and
To be heard
how to stay alive
amongst people
who have guns
and wear masks
is like learning
how not to drown
when the river
runs red and fast.
they call themselves
ice, law, enforcement,
cowards with letters
stacked up like badges
and pride thicker
than bulletproof glass.
they say
if Floridians wear a mask
in the commission of a felony
their sentence can be doubled —
but not them.
no, they get to mask up
in the name of law
and shoot first,
ask questions later
like kids with war toys
and bad jokes.
you keep your eyes open
and your back
against concrete walls
listening for sirens
not for angels.
don’t step
when they tell you
don’t step.
don’t breathe
when they tell you
don’t breathe.
don’t live
when they tell you
who should live.
there’s no handbook
for this kind of survival.
no pamphlet
from the county office.
just you,
your heartbeat,
and the stubborn notion
that being alive
doesn’t mean waiting
to be killed by a man
wearing a mask
and a 007 license to kill.
keep walking,
keep talking,
and remember
their bullets are loud
but they’re not destiny.
stay alive
by refusing to shrink,
by telling your own story
louder
than their sirens
and their lies.
I HAVE TO GET SOME EARLY SLEEP
FOR TOMORROWS GAME
I HAVE TO FACE THAT NOLAN RYAN
HE THROWS SMOKE AND FLAME
YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION
RYAN DON'T MESS AROUND
HE'S BEEN KNOWN TO STRIKE ME OUT
WHEN HE'S ON THE MOUND
HE HAS A FLAMING FASTBALL
YET I CAN GET AROUND
IF HE LEAVES IT UP A BIT
I'LL TAKE THAT PITCH DOWNTOWN
HE HAS A BIG ADVANTAGE
A WICKED BREAKING BALL
I'VE SEEN SO MANY STAND THERE
BAFFLED BY THE CALL
IT TRULY IS A BEAUTY
THE WAY IT SWEEPS ACROSS THE PLATE
SOMETHING LIKE HIS FASTBALL
YOU SWING AND ITS TOO LATE
OPPOSITE WITH HIS CHANGE-UP
YOU'LL BE WAY OUT FRONT
IF YOU WANT TO PISS HIM OFF
GO AHEAD AND BUNT
I KNOW I'M REGGIE JACKSON
NOLAN RYAN IS THE MAN
TRY TO KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN
MAKE CONTACT IF YOU CAN
JULY 13,1979 REGGIE JACKSON BROKE UP A NOLAN RYAN NO HITTER, 2 OUTS BOTTOM OF THE NINTH
Sometimes when the road gets short
and your body becomes weary
It seems difficult to keep your eyes open
There is someone who will carry you
Have you met the man named Jesus?
Not the man of churches
He's not waiting to rain down fire
He wishes to embrace you in his arms
Forgiveness and rest are his to give
Have you met this man named Jesus?
Your burdens may be heavy
There is no reason to carry them alone
You can give them all to him
He's a God of flesh and bone
Have you met the man named Jesus
Have you accepted the gift that he offers?
Fully paid through his great sacrifice
Not a religion a relationship
He will never let you down
He is the man named Jesus
He knows everything about you
He accepts you as you are
It's not about being good enough
He patiently waits at your door
Respond to the gentle knocking
You won't be alone anymore
Religion teaches us we have to earn our way to heaven.
God knows this is an impossible task for us humans. I am
thankful that Jesus paid the price for our salvation and I accept
his amazing gift. Have you met the Man names Jesus?
From hunting comes
From hunting drums
From hunting hums
All bright stars
Near and far
In New York or Trafalgar
Those stars in skyscrapers
Those dazzling gold vapours
The government shapers
The controller of all papers
All go on hunting
And keep counting
And measuring sometimes too
In the treasury
Keep your eyes open
The lids may shut up
Keep the cup wide
You will see everywhere
Ensnaring unaware
The tiger killing the helpless deer
Deer who love destiny
Who worship deities
Members of the laity
Dependent on goddesses and gods
In their odds
Fall very easy prey
To the hunters obsessional play
Their God has no say
In the decay
By hunters in dust they lay
Shrunk tottering mewing aching
Finally breaking down
Into the absolute immobility
Thanks to the myriad kinds
Of the guns of the hunters behind
I perk up my ear
In the civilized forest
And hear the guns
Nuns and monks are in readiness for nursing
Churches mosques temples towering for services
What a grace
My every molecule encapsulated in attention
Hears the sound of the gun
And feels the consequent death
The blue sky we love so much laughs nonetheless
The ground underneath
Is moistened in crimson red
Black velvet
First hunt the doe, a decoy
Leopards and tigers follow in joy
We are all pretty toy
In the hands of the hunters
We look on in wonder
Of grandeur of the capital
Take or surrender
You may grunt
Fruitlessly
Willy Nilly
You have to join the hunt
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30/10/2016
Not for contest since the lines have exceeded the stipulated limit which I failed to notice when I first read the contest details.
WOLVES IN SHEEP CLOTHINGS
Darkness cloaked in innocence’s guise,
Wolves in sheep clothing, cunning & wise.
They prowl & stalk, in shadows they hide.
Their masks never fades, their true selves denied.4
Wolves in sheep's clothing, so sly & discreet,
They roam in the shadows, with eyes full of deceit.
Their words are like honey, their smiles so benign,
But beneath their façade, lies a cunning design.8
Dear traveler, beware of their sweet lullabies,
For their gentle whispers are nothing but lies.
Their teeth are sharp, their hunger uncontained,
In woolen disguise, their wickedness feigned.¹²
They weave their illusions in subtle embrace
With gentle demeanor, a soft-spoken grace.
But beware, for their hearts are not meek,
These wolves sheep claded, so sly & oblique.¹6
Keep your eyes open, trust your gut's feeling,
For among the gentle, the wolves may be stealing.
But fear not, for the naked truth shall unfold,
The sheep-feigned wolves falsehoods be told.²°
Their deceit knows no bounds, their malice runs deep,
In the land of the innocent, they silently creep.²²
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VICK MANUEL POETRY
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FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th February 2024.