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Close on three hundred fifty years ago
American independence
not foregone conclusion,
British soldiers in league with Hessians
witnessed successful campaign battles
admirably groomed unbridled
staunch defenders, viz King of England
fought pitched battles
within keystone state i.e. Pennsylvania
particularly tri county area
Montgomery, Delaware, and Chester
routed Continental Army,
within thick wooded forested lands
interspersed amidst open fields
during closing twelve month period
(seventeen seventy seven)
following drafting
Declaration of Independence
bloody campaigns challenged
general George Washington
eminent Virginia homeboy
(born February 22, 1732
Westmoreland County),
he throve spectacularly,
when his metal (albeit military)
severely contested throughout
successful battles and/or defeats
acquiring near legendary
(rock star status)
even among sympathizers
for English rule
some ordinary everyday
quotidian country folk
inclined to side with the enemy,
unlike unfettered, unquestioned,
untrammeled...patriotism
trumpeted today (yeah right),
approximately (my benchmark)
twelve generations removed
(hypothetically asserting
twenty five orbitz
around sun equals cohorts
during Colonial America era),
said lauded first founding father
possessed inherent instinct
to rouse enthusiasm
ragtag army initially displayed
attendant with birth pangs
oven inchoate nation, whose
patriotism starkly divided
and easily bled
toward royal dominion
many occasions turning rogue
surrendering secret information
renegade subsequently
fought alongside Redcoats
thus, twas a fluke of circumstances
outstanding English brigades
topped off with
dollop of allied troopers
experienced starved resources
literally costing motherland
arm and leg
to sustain outnumbered,
less skilled colonial rebels.
Within The Stillness where the Zen River Flows
where the Door to Infinity opens and Brushes upon your soul,
where the Floodgates to the Heart run narrow but breathe with life
where the Chords are cut from the Finite,
where the Flames of Liberation Exalt the form
and you meet God Within, by Spirit Reborn
when Serenity becomes a Glimpse of Heaven
and your at One, Fully Omnipresent
and you cross the bridge of the Third Eye
and perceive all living things with Spiritual Sight,
where in the depths of your mind where there is no Passage of Time
and the Universe opens Portals to let the Brahman Shine,
when your as still as the stars in the Heavenly Skies
and you Ascend to Legendary Heights,
where in the Stillness your Soul Illuminates Bright
and you Feel the True Power Of Light,
and in the Vastness of your Heart a Beating Truth
that Nothing Ever Dies From The Absolute
With eyes closed,
particularly after never
mine lips ne'er touching drink
I experience replete surreal visualizations
vividly pronounced heightened, augmented
mental journey virtual realistic brink
particularly the following link
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=1ZYbU82GVz4
yours truly (i.e. me)
enters sweeping dream state,
whose (ahem this modest) great human
experienced way after hundredth wink
no mean feet recherché special effects
haint no rinky dink
trick the average kindergartener could think,
quite the contrary skeptical reader!
Impossible mission yours truly,
could never describe for dogness sake
no,... NOT even after I make
transition back into webbed
oft times trumpeted as "fake"
wide world of consciousness
mere seconds eyes of mine ache...
dumbfoundedly blink awake,
yet cerebral impact analogous
exiting hypothetical dark cave
eyes painfully adjust to light
no mutter me noggin I soberly shake
Socratic dialogue - described
even today (across swaths,
where silently occur
metaphorical tectonic Earthquake)
of college/university students far and wide
with mooch hoopla and rave
communicated, viz out fancy schmancy
rhyme nor reason courtesy
one cereal lactose intolerant flake
courtesy within Plato's Republic
(worth rereading even
non political science majors ought
to give revered literature fair shake.
'Course aye haint here to lecture
but moostly strive to enlighten
hmm... methinks most likely bore
extemporaneously spewing pablum
also aiming to appeal toward
self accomplishment less or more
before tonight April 23rd, 2020
becombs tomb morrow,
with unbeknownst notion I explore
which aspiration to craft daily poem
constitutes what endeavors apt (guaranteed)
to find thee into deep sleep
cocking mine ear to hear ye snore,
no matter bajillion miles away your
respective dwelling from mine -
now (at long last), similar to the night before,
(Christmas), I hightail out - with minor confession
where Matthew Scott Harris doth
strive to become substance of legendary folklore
(hence no need to utter vamoose)
with cheery bonjour!
Father now journeys
into afterlife destination alone,
October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon
with Earthlings ministration did attone
where night envelops his lovely bones
rendered devoid of any groan
courtesy Roxanol (morphine)
and Ativan finding him prone
to experience painlessness, and no
his dying wish, plus last will and testament
won't include burial and/or headstone
cuz, he wants to integrate and did intone
cremation as ecologically friendly option
scattering ashes to parts known
someday... yours truly will too
succumb to the dead zone.
Stark reminder to live fully an urgent yen
to live life fullest between now and when...
ever yours truly exits
stage door left, perhaps ten
twenty, thirty... eighty, ninety, one hundred...
additional orbits around sun
a remarkable human phenomenon
(me) courtesy mine burning ken
bequeaths modest minute man
near accursed immortality longevity totaling even
score of years counting (crows)
and father time among his brethren.
Distress unavoidable which mortality doth bring
nevertheless, tis impossible mission
to eradicate pain and suffering, which doth sting
consolation assuages grief, viz prayer
and buttressing coping with spiritual wing
profound absence augments biting zing.
Biological reproduction begetting offspring
lodging within uterine abode
subsequent in utero development
regarding accretion embryonic node
biological algorithm doth automatically encode,
nevertheless longevity invariably affected
no doubt courtesy lifestyle mode.
Random crapshoot luck of the draw offspring born
genetic blueprints also decree existence transient
parents emphatically teach progeny
got no choice must inform
daughter(s), and son(s) ineluctably forsworn
demise bound with birth certificate presents horn
of dilemma conscious the next generation
granted only so many Earth orbitz around sun.
Once grim reaper deftly
communicates I must bid adieu
eternal hasta la vista to kith and kin
please don't shed a tear for generic
germane admirable bad company crew
member, albeit healthy as an ox
never got the flu,
an atheist doubting thomas
though genealogy records
incorporate many a cynical Jew
at least one legendary antiestablishmentarian
gleaned within mine purview
shunned, ostracized and banished to Xando.
Men have searched throughout history
For a city made of gold
So much in fact it has become legendary
This city that has yet to unfold
Some have even died I am told.
The story says, a chief had an initiation
Covered in gold dust and jumping
A lake bottom became his situation
Now known as the golden king
Where is El Dorado they would sing?
Legends grew from a king to a city
Spaniards knew this gold had to be won
Expeditions to discover it were plenty
One such Conquistador even discovered the Amazon
Female warriors there had them on the run.
If you have not guessed this legend yet
It is El Dorado or City of Cibola
That all were searching to get
Nicholas Cage tried finding it in the cinema
A fake explorer made the most pesetas.
First year came as a rude shock
And the second still was like a dream
Third was a reality
The gone is gone for good
My beloved father a good shepherd has left
Leaving it all for mom and God
The burdened but tireless woman
Death struck like the lightening in the storm
Deafening thunders that made us shiver
Our beloved father is gone
The treasured and priceless jewel is lost
This we thought could scatter the herds
Like a flock without the herder
We kept counting every year
From one and today makes it nine
On a shining sun or cloudy day
Be it night of full moon or no moon
We feel your love and guide hovering over
You never left us alone to fear
Even when you're not here in flesh
We live in love and harmony you taught us
Your words of wisdom we never forgot in our blue days
We loved you and never stopped loving you
If we have our way, we would want a visit
But we know you watch us each day that breaks
We have grown and growing in oneness
Togetherness is our watchword
Mom has built on your legendary legacy
The children soaring higher in altitude and attitudes
It is another year to remember you daddy
It is one year short of a decade
We are sure of our reunion
Though not in a hurry to cross the boundary
But we await our day of beautiful reunion
When we shall live to leave no more
Where and when death is Conquered
And life is eternal without sunrise
Rest on papa
Our happiness is in our togetherness
A formidable love and strength that keep us thriving
We miss you at every sunset
Please pray for us at every sunrise.
We love you and you'll live in our hearts forever
THE BANDANA AND THE HAT
R.I.P Big Poppa,
Biggie Smallz Junior mafia,
One & only shot-stopper.
R.I.P Pac the Makavelli,
Amaru Shakur the legendary.
The two were a force, others secondary.
Notorious B.I.G was riding high 94,
Tracks rolling in and more in store.
The world was waiting for the outcome,
"Ready to Die" was the album,
But was he actually ready to die,
take a bow and cross the Nile
especially when he was conquering the world?
Their demise, to the entire universe, was odd.
Woe to the Compton gangs,
Orlando Anderson culpable of death fangs.
Even though Pac was fed by Death Row,
he never sign up for that death blow.
Despite "All Eyez On Me" and "Changes",
'cuffs and jail couldn't stop him from rockin' stages.
Despite "Me Against The World",
he still indelibly "Hit em up" like a god.
Woe to the Southside Crips,
Ghost of karma momentarily sleeps
but vows: "my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!"
Son of the gun, what's reaped is due to what you sow.
Thug Life witnessed a Thug Angel surrender to an attack,
That night, Black devils drove by in white Cardillac.
Cacophonous mongering hint the HAT had to pay.
Los Angeles, City of Angels whisked away
And extinguished B.I.G courtesy Billups,
godfather L.A.P. D officer hired to pull out all the stops...
Leaving all square and lifeless Biggie's corpse.
The world never forget the Bandana & the Hat;
They was young and dumb but they had heart.
September '96 stole the revolutionary from us,
The bandana finally stumbled on lost course
despite Kidada's love & Suge Knight's million dol$.
March '97 blacked-out Brooklyn-born Biggie,
Puffy or Faith couldn't keep him alive,what a pity!
R.I.P Biggie and Makavelli.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2022
A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.
His face was sedimentary,
though laughter mapped its course.
And his gleaming hair cascaded,
much like a Viking of the Norse.
His raiment wasn’t fancy.
No silk nor satin hose.
But his mind was quick as silver
and his heart was pure as gold.
Cloaked without, by a robe of integrity.
Fortified within, by a will of steel.
He wielded the Sword of Justice,
while holding Truth up as his shield.
Saint Michael’s crusade was legendary,
as was the power of his sword.
Forged to slay the inner dragons,
in reverent service to our Lord.
Countless times the blade was tested,
for malice dwells not on defeat.
Never lacked he for contenders,
disciples of rumors and deceit.
Bad Rumor sowed the seed of doubt
within the mind of man.
Watered from the trough of spite,
he conceived his evil plan.
Each rancid seed that sprouted
grew to a bud of tarnished mail.
Thus, shrouded by corrosion,
he sought corruption to prevail.
When Rumor heard of Saint Michael,
his phosphorous eyes lit up with hate.
Armed with his pitchfork and scythe,
he charged through his hellish gates.
Targeted by dark ambition,
saddled by vicious greed,
he raced upon the clouds fate,
engulfed by jealousy.
.
Michael felt the evil presence
and strapped on his Mighty Sword.
Then he rode off to a clearing,
in the sweet realm of The Lord.
Rumor attacked with animosity,
his trident held, as if a spear.
But as the Sword of God unsheathed,
Rumor was lanced by sudden fear.
Michael raised the Sword of Eminence
as if to pierce the sky.
While sunlight sparked along its blade
a beam smote Rumor’s eye.
Blazing light seized Rumor’s mind.
It seared his ravaged soul.
And when the inner battle ended,
Rumor’s heart was charred to coal.
As Saint Michael wiped soot and ashes
from the length of his trusted sword,
his eyes fell upon the hilt
to runes inscribed there, by The Lord:
“May The Force be your faith
May your spirit know The Lamb
May Love guard your heart
May The Light guide your hand.”
His legendary name will be immortalized
in America's books of history,
and his bravery and heroism
always remembered by us:
the biggest heart driven
by an immense generosity!
When rushed into the thick smoke,
his searching eyes shone
even brighter than the clear morning;
the danger ahead
could not keep him
from saving people trapped in strairways,
people who wailed and waited
in the tower's darkness!
He left behind an indelible legacy,
to let all see what he truly loved;
to inspire them with motivation
and he never was afraid to show affection,
or his unique side of humanity:
that's what he fervently believed!
John,even this total stranger
proudly calls you by name
for having been so brave;
a mother, a father, a son,a sister or friend
who didn't lose anyone, because of your deed,
remembers you in prayer:
and I, a total stranger,related by blood,
praise you in words that'll never grow old!
John,you may be invisible to all,
but your presence is still felt by us;
your handome sons and lovely wife grieve,
but their grief has turned
into something wonderful:
a duty that has been fulfilled
by your call and sacrifice;
a destiny willed by God!
If everyone judges an individual only
by what one has achieved in a lifetime:
you were one of the truest heroes of our time,
who has left his mark on this twentieth century;
and if anyone doubts you did all that,
your devotion can testify and reject that!
Across the valleys and far-reaching hills
the spirit of man to this day remains…
keepers of liberty guard one covenant
though battles rage across the earth
like deep markings from time past--
yet the global village rises ever boldly
from the lunges of imperial greed.
Until the drums rumble an anthem,
with an elixir that pours a sacred mark
kindling the warriors’ grit, renewed
from their legendary descendants’ wail:
That a collective language rings
a most powerful voice that affirms
one timeless creed … “peace begins with me,”
reaching far out beyond all heaven’s skies,
as spirit of brotherhood thrives within … free.
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