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Percivals Promise!

The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities

Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld

Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted

Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding

Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon

Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom

These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times

Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow

Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations

Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe

Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages

Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls

Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets

Encased within the chamber once laced

Unto broken bricks of concretes chained

Like Percivals plight....

Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores

While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved

Until antinomy could devise no more; yet

"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"

Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes

Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void

To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night

This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused

Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed

Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached

With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails

Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs

Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed

Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke

The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef

Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day

When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of

Hopes castaway possibilities....

Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise

But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee

Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed

Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~

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Percivals Promise!?
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Premium Member 1140 Royal Street

The first time I met Madame La Laurie, was in 1832 When she and her third husband (Dr. Louis La Laurie) purchased me. My first impression of Madame La Laurie was that she was soft spoken, of fine breeding, and very beautiful.  

Upon her arrival, she wasted no time filling every nook and cranny at 1140 Royal Street with the finest furniture and china that money could buy. No one looking at the  plain exterior of this house, would ever expect such opulence within it walls.

She wore the latest fashions from Paris with a flare beyond rival, even by the most inducted social lights of the hour, which did not go unnoticed.  Both men and women, would stop in their tracks to gaze upon this regal beauty as she strolled down the main streets of New Orleans.

Soon, with the aide of her husbands connections through his practise, she, gained  acceptance into the higher circles of the community and began hosting what would become, the most sought after dinner invitations in all of New Orleans.

This was the one side of Madame La Laurie that the world saw, but it was I, who bore witness to the other side. NEVER could anyone have ever imagined the atrocities this women committed in her chamber of horrors on the 3rd floor as she maimed, tortured and  murdered any slave that displeased her. 

                                           ~~~

I was burned badly, when one slave, wanting to end his misery, set a fire in the kitchen, finally bringing her reign of terror to and end, where upon she  fled in her hell driven carriage, into the night, never to be seen again. 

Today, I stand here at 1140 Royal street, completely unrecognizable. I have a different face now. The only thing left one would recognize from that day, would be the old path that runs between me and the adjacent house.  

Lush green foliage now grows along its edge, in what I like to think, a remembrance to the tortured souls who died here.

Between these brick walls
Bright light filters from above
Old seeds bloom again

BUT...IF YOU DARE to walk between these walls, you...like me, THAT OLD HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS, might see the apparitions of the tortured souls still residing there.

                                                ~~~


Poetry form: Haibun

For the contest, A House In New Orleans, sponsor, Lin Lane

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Form: Haibun

Premium Member Slave Virtues

They were hated, berated, and degraded                                                                                                                          They were demoted, denied, and deprived                                                                                                                      

They were traded like livestock and treated worst than animals                                                                                                They were a people detained, renamed, and reduced to property

They were displaced, disgraced, disrespected, and disenfranchised                                                                         They were captured, chained, and maimed; battered, beaten, and bruised

If we were one of them,  how would we feel? How would we deal?              
How would we heal? How would we then live?

I am saddened by their slavery, but I am inspired by their bravery.                                                                          When I pause, I discover the magic of a mystery.                                                                                                                             

I clearly see virtues hidden in their tragic history.                                                                                                        I am touched when I sense a 'virtue in their vision'.                                                                                                             

They knew that, even if erased without a trace, they had a past.                                                                       They experienced sorrow but managed the madness of their present.                                                                                   

Me think that their "Tomorrow in the distance" launched their untouchable souls. Though bowed and broken, they visualized tomorrow and paid the 

painful toll. Me think that they saw a vision of me in the distant future living happy and free. Me think that they decried the mirrors that painted their  

darkened spirit and defied the demons of misery.  How else could they have survived their dehumanized plight and thrived as enslaved human beings?

Written061807; Condensed and posted to PS 02262018
Black History Month 2018
Form: Couplet

Pets Revenge

For example a Dachshund dog was thrown 5 floors to his death
The owner photographed this and posted it online
His dog looked like he was sleeping but was dead

I tracked the Dachshund Dog’s Killer down and killed him
I put him in an 80s violent video game with block graphics
I hit him with a stabbing dagger in both shoulders
Then machete chopped half of his pinto skull off
Finally finishing him off with a flick knife in the gut

Next there was the case of the animal rescue centre
9 pussycats were murdered for no real reason
Except they were living in the centre

I drove up to the animal sanctuary in a Technical
I beeped and they opened the gates and I saw him
The Pussycat Murderer who swaggered about like a real man
I aimed my remote control 50 Cal gun with my PS2 controller
And popped the motherer with a hundred 50 Cal Raufoss rounds

A woman cut the foot off her dog with a machete
Because the dog annoyed his owner
All this was filmed and posted online

I found the Limping Woman who made her dog painfully limp
I said Hi and smirked then tightly tied her up
And had my way with her 25 times in a calendar day
Her pussy was sore and needed stitching due to the table leg
As did her feet when I sliced off all her damn toes

Most bizarre of all was the small dog
Who was partly skinned alive by his owner
This dog was rescued and given treatment

Dog Skinner was a hard man to find but not hard in a fight
I threw him a knife and said, ‘Skin me or be maimed...’
His lunges were slow and unskilled and embarrassing
I blocked them with one hand and closed my eyes
I snapped his spine with one single side kick

And a man drove his car and threw out his dog
Like a bit of trash with duct taped up feet and muzzle
The cops rescued the dog and jailed the man

I impersonated a Police Officer and ‘apprehended’ the suspect
Who had just been released from jail for leaving his pet dog for dead
He let me into his house and I Tasered the bastard and duct taped him up
I dragged Dog Duct Tape Man to my fake squad car and put him in the trunk
I drove him to a secluded spot and did a very enjoyable EJK

I enjoyed each and every act of Pet’s Revenge and Murder
This is my new job and I always enjoy it and get away with it
I have backing from Big Brother and the Illuminated People

Premium Member Angelus's Reign Ends

The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended, or so the story has been told,
that after feasting upon and killing the beloved daughter of a gypsy family,
the gypsy shaman cursed Angelus with a soul.
Damned to immortally walk the earth, never to know or pursue happiness,
for if a moment of joy were to be experienced, 
it would release the hold of the curse.
His evil darkness would once again return. 
His soul once again would be lost.
The power of Angelus's soul and conscience
would avoid this at any cost.
Blood, his only sustenance can no longer be attained from taking human life.
Surrounded by so many a human temptation 
is the eternal challenge of Angelus's immortal cursed life.
He now must feed on the blood of vermin, chickens, cattle and swine.
never to know or experience true happiness 
or evil Angelus will return big time.
*
"What's happening to me? Something's horrifically wrong.
Why do I have this overwhelming sense of fear that I no longer belong?
What is this crippling feeling that seems to surround me? 
Is this what is known as being afraid?
I am Angelus. Things like fear are alien to me.
Just ask any,...just ask any of the many,...just ask,
all the helpless victims I so mercilessly slain.
Sometimes they wouldn't scream. They were too petrified,
but children, children always screamed.
My God, the poor frightened children would always cry before they died.
Why do I now see and feel all the terror I instilled
on all these faces who now haunt me. 
My God, all these faces of all these people I killed.
You'd think that with my many centuries past,..
...the past which boasts of all the horrible things I have done.
You'd think that with all I have butchered, killed and maimed 
that I wouldn't be able to remember every single last one.
My God, what is happening? Where have I been?
Why was I this monster so consumed with the total embracing of sin?"
He hovered in the corner alone, frightened and cold.
All of his past horrors committed continued to unfold.
The vampire all vampires feared was no more.
He was now cursed with a soul 
and the power of conscience is a power that evil can never endure.
The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended, 
but there's still more story of this vampire to be told.
Such as his quest for redemption by protecting the helpless,
as Angel, The Vampire with a Soul.
Form: Rhyme


Rappers And Legends In The UFC

RAPPERS & LEGENDS IN THE UFC

In the Octagon, where fists collide,
All Eyez on we, the view is worldwide.
This battle's a wild mix of might & rhythm,
But when the ref calls time, it's all for a gold limb.4
 
Tupac enters first with ferocity and might,
Throwing rhyme-punches at anything in sight.
Shakur is a warrior with words that pierce,
In the cage, his passion is so fierce.8

Biggie Smallz steps in, swagger and style,
His lyrics hit hard, his punches fueled by guile.
A heavyweight with rhymes so smooth,
In the UFC, his flows would make crowds groove.¹²

Eminem jumps in, the lyrical genius unbound,
With lightning speed, his opponents confound.
The real Slim Shady proves he's the lyrical master,
His rapid-fire knocks out opponents faster.¹6

Here comes Kendrick Lamar, a UFC pro.
In the octagon, he brings the flyest flow.
A warrior poet, he weaves a lyrical spell,
Knocks-out his foes before the jingle of the bell.²°

50 Cent's in the ring, ice cold, bold & untamed,
Knocking out opponents, leaving them maimed.
When he brings the Gorilla Units, there's tremor
But when he's solo, he's sharp as a razor.²4

Snoop Dogg's turn, laid-back, swag & chill,
His flow hypnotizes, his punches kill.
Unleash him in the cage, watch him brag
With hit smash, he's always on track.²8

Lil' Wayne joins the fight, tattooed and bold,
His wordplay stings, his punches take hold.
Young Mulla won't back down from any rap mission,
His punches hit hard like a lyrical collision.³²

Wiz Khalifa enters, smooth like no other,
His punches light up foes, he's a stunner!
With his cold-chill swag & cool demeanor,
He brings the smoke & reigns like the guvnor.³6

And last but not least, Travis Scott takes a stand,
His melodic punches echo through the land.
Trap Music King with energy on full blast,
In the Octagon, his performance would last.4°

As the rappers clash in this UFC rap quest,
Their words like punches put their skills to the test.
Each with their own unique vibe and flair.
Envision the battles they would share.44

As the crowd roars, this sight appeared sublime,
Their applause jubilant, returning us from the dream,
For in this arena, these rappers reign supreme.47


VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes 
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Form: Rhyme

Percival's Promise

The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percival's Promise!?
Form:

Percival's Promise

The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percival's Promise!?
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Moonless Nights Over South Sudan

Moonless Nights over South Sudan

heartless Moon, don’t tell me
that you weren’t looking 
when soulless soldiers dragged me
from my mama’s terrified arms
in our village in Rubkona County

I know you covered your ears
so you wouldn’t hear
my screams piercing the fetid air
as those butchers dropped their pants
repeatedly ripping my body and soul apart

and I saw you cover your eyes
so blinded that you wouldn’t see
the stark horror reflected in my own eyes
the hot tears scorching my cheeks
sobbing for childhood forever lost

oh Mother Moon, Mother Moon
please cover your face
behind billowy black clouds
so that you can’t see
your daughter’s dejected, dead eyes

cowardly Moon, I forgive you
even after you turned your back on me 
filling my days only with your dark side
as I sink deeper into a black hole 
with no hope to guide me safely home

but helpless Moon, how can I blame you?
for you’re only a mere observer
powerless to defend me 
feeling guilty for abandoning
your innocent children

Moon, you’ve witnessed it all before
the torn and bleeding
the tortured and maimed
all tied tightly to weeping trees
reeking of despair and pain

Moon, will you soon forget
my body dripping with bloody shame?
will anyone even remember me?
 am I no one…with no name?
will you, Moon, mourn for me?

like you Moon, I am already ancient
over a millennium it seems
yearning for freedom…
waiting for death…
and I’m only twelve years old


Note: This piece is dedicated to all the women and young girls who have been abducted, raped, and/or killed in the secret rape camps in South Sudan over the past two years.  According to a human rights investigator, many of them are held indefinitely, tied up with hundreds of other women in these camps and used as sex slaves. Those women who escape from the sex camps are the lucky ones.

09-29-2015

Contest:     Must be Read
Sponsor:     Silent One
Placement:   3rd

Premium Member Strangers Care

STRANGERS CARE

During the moments that I’m feeling down
On the days that I struggle, or think life’s unfair
A bigger voice of wisdom speaks up and reminds me
That if it wasn't for strangers, I would not be here

When pain from my body reaches its peak
When I question in confusion, who will be there
When I think, I am alone, I’ll just look out my window
And I know if I reach out, a stranger will care

When I think that I carry the weight of the world
When I’m feeling lost, or I’m feeling stuck
I will think back and remember, all that I’ve accomplished
And how a stranger reached out, just to wish me luck

This world filled with beautiful strangers
To remind me when I start to feel alone
I’ll recall the expression of warmth in their eyes
As many beautiful strangers welcomed me into their home…

(C) Giggles the Poet
1987

i have been on my own since I was five, and despite being with abusive foster homes, God was still with me....all I've known is strangers all my life, and strangers are my family.  

I hope that in my next life, I might know a family environment and know what its like to live without being harmed, maimed or forgotten...

My life is mine now, and I choose what I want to do, or who I want in it.  I see so many people walking through life like robots, not knowing who they are, following the herd, following the rules, and they die, not knowing who they are or not having done what they only dreamed....

I'm making my dreams come true....and my mission is to mend the minds of God's angels.  So, they can stop living through generational beliefs and start creating their own....

We  have a beautiful mind.....we are not our mind....and so many have limiting beliefs they are unaware of that stops them from living....speaking up and being the autonomous person God put on this planet...

You came into this world alone, you'll go out the same...the in-between is yours.....and you can be and do anything you want.....

It begins from within.....the past has no bearing on who we are, or become....nor do we turn out like our family, unless we choose that path

FEAR  FOCUS EMPOWERMENT AND RESILIENCE  that is what we are ::)

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