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BROTHERLY RIVAL
Boldly, brothers battle for bragging rights
Nigeria and Ghana, neighbors in night
Gigantic egos clash, a game of might
Healthy rivalry, or so it's in sight.4
Music, movies, memorable moments;
These brothers bit-in on each other's boats.
Nimble Nigerians navigate noble norms,
Ghanaians gaze, green with envy's forms8
Raucous rivalry reigns, a roaring storm
Eager eagles eye each other's form
Naija ninjas, the Eagles, no dey carry last
Ghana grits greatly with games of the past.¹²
Bold brothers boast, banter and jest
Raucous rivalry rocks, a restless nest
Eager eagles engage, in endless test
Sibling supremacy, a serious quest¹6
Nigeria's nobles navigate noble deeds
Ghana's giants gaze, with gleaming needs
Rivalry rages, a roaring blaze
Eager eagles eye, each other's ways²°
Bold brothers battle, for brotherly pride
Raucous rivalry reigns, far and wide
Ghana/Nigeria eagerly engage in endless stride
For sibling supremacy, so serious to put aside.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?19th May, 2024.
SOLDIER OF 9 LIVES
I never went to military school but am a soldier
Life taught me how to fight & now am older,
He schooled me to use my armory and arsenal
And set me on the road of the exceptional.
Unlike before, life can reach me in this phone age
Am a soldier, back-on-the-wall
No holiday in this life's enterprise & long voyage
And so, always am back in the war
See my words; picturesque like its visual
War is like breathe, we inhale & exhale as usual
When back's on the wall
Don't stay long but stand tall
Because a cat never lay flat on its back
Non-exhaustion of my 9 lives yet, but I won't slack
No retreat no surrender is my mojo
To rock this world like its slow mo'.
VickWizzy
April 16th, Sunday 2017.
Copyright©Vick Manuel
AFCON GRAND FINALE
In the grand Afcon ring so vast and grand,
The Super Eagle of NIGERIA takes a stand,
In feathers of green and with grace so bold,
Ready to conquer and fierce to behold.4
But lo, the Elephant of COTE D'IVOIRE
Stands with strength, a spirit that'll inspire,
In mighty strides and with an unyielding force,
It trumpets its power, ready for the course.8
In this grand finale, the stage is set,
Two noble beasts with glory to be met,
Eagle and Elephant, in battle, they'll soar,
In a timeless dance like never before.¹²
The crowd roars passionly, tension intense,
As these titans clash in a mighty defence,
For in this Afcon spectacle, we'll see,
The beauty of sports is pure and free.¹6
So let's celebrate this clash of might,
In the vibrant colours of the African night.
Whether it's victory or defeat, passion for all,
They'll inspire us all as the Eagle & Elephant brawl.²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 10th February 2024.
BENEATH THE CONCRETE
Born to a hard, brown, and rocky soil,
A world where Adam's fall makes us all toil.
I thought I couldn't bloom and blosom,
thought I wouldn't sprout, so they assume.
Here I find myself, where I live & birth;
A world of weighty woes and hardened earth,
Concrete buries the soil and nature I spoil,
Modernization is sent as a necessary decoy.
But cracks are the first glimpse of hope,
to unsovocate the strangled sandy slope
where life leads I, the rolling stone.
Each one of us fights hard to hold our own.
But I became like the rose that grew from the cracks,
sprout in chokehold despite barages of attacks.
'The Lord lift the rose that grew from the concrete'
and set him high as the cynosure of the country.
The scars garnered from the forceful growth
And the hope has the same virtue in both.
I embrace the changes and put defeat to bed.
I transition like the pepper when it turns to red,
Bcos it allows itself transform to a vibrant hue
no matter the impediments & what I go through.
I'll uncover the vast beauty that lies in me slowly.
My scars are the receipt & evidence of victory,
how I survived battles lined-up in my history,
A testament to resilience beyond compare.
Cracks are not to be fixed cos I didn't put them there.
Instead, I embrace those little cracks
So the sunshine may warm my weiry backs.
For in these cracks , I find my strength & might
And sprout again to take full flight.
The colourless world witnessed my light.
I bloomed against all obstacles...
Oh, it was but a rare miracle.
This pepper seed defied the gods in their fiasco.
Then it was written of me and so they say:
"In a world of concrete, hot, under the Sun Ray,
A tiny seed found its destined way."
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©24th October 2023.
THOUGHTS OF BOY JACKSON
'They say "All work without play makes Jack a dull boy."
Then, all play without work should make him a smart boy!'
Right? That's definitely not viewed from good positioning.
Doubtlessly, Jackson's thoughts seem to be malfunctioning.
Life will play with your emotions like it's just a toy.
All play without work only makes Jack a playboy.
The fun of today is only tomorrow's failure decoy.
"All work without play makes Jack a dull boy."
But all play without work will also make him poor.
And reality will come at you like fantastic four.
"All work without play makes Jack a dull boy."
Work & play in order to attain unsumountable joy.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?December 2023.
THE CURRICULUM OF LOVE
In Biology, you’re my heart,
Pulsing with lessons of life right from the start.
Cells may divide, but they never stray,
For in your rhythm, I find my way.4
In Chemistry, you’re my oxygen,
Bonding with me in reactions when you begin
Without you, my equations fall apart,
You’re the catalyst that ignites my heart.8
In Mathematics, you’re my formula,
Exact and timeless, no room for error.
From algebra’s proofs to geometry’s lines,
You solve the theorem of love that shines.¹²
In English Language, you’re my expression,
The grammar of grace, the syntax of affection.
Every sentence I craft about you is clear,
You’re the meaning that my words hold dear.¹6
In Literature-In-English, you’re my poem,
An eternal sonnet, a timeless emblem.
Metaphors flourish where your presence lies,
You’re the verse that never dies.²°
In Physics, you’re my force,
Driving my motion, shaping my course.
Gravity bends when you’re near,
Space and time dissolve, everything’s clear.²4
In Philosophy, you’re my truth,
The question and answer, eternal proof.
Logic bows to your radiant flame,
For wisdom itself whispers your name.²8
In Economics, you’re my demand curve,
Shaping my choices with every swerve.
Scarcity fades when you’re in supply,
The market of love is soaring high.³²
In Computer Science, you’re my algorithm,
Sorting my chaos into a perfect rhythm.
Binary love, ones and zeroes aligned,
You’re the code that rewrites my mind.³6
In Geography, you’re my equator,
Balancing my world, my love’s navigator.
From north to south, east to west,
You’re the center that feels the best.4°
In Music, you’re my symphony,
A harmony of joy, a sweet melody.
Notes may fade, but you remain,
The eternal chorus in love’s refrain.44
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
Copyright ©?20th February 2025.
A FALL INTO GLORY
Battlefield of life isn't a choice we make
But a choice that makes or chooses us.
Deep waters won't quench my flame in the face of war;
The only weapon I've got is the P's: praise & prayer,
Boiling in me the prime of all P's: power!
A Victor always requires challenges to again emerge victorious
Because it's when the river rushes in anger over a precipice
that you behold the miracles of the waterfall.
No rise without a fall - I am the waterfall
Fallen from the everlasting mountains.
Twisted plot; You think I'm falling
but the falling is the fall into glory.
Let me fall & be buried in the throat of these ocean
so as to cause many waves in this flowing rivers of life.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 28th January, 2021.
#OnTheSpotPoetry #InspiredByTheImage #selfimage #FallintoGlory #Iamthewaterfall
WEST WIND 2
Be willingly wise with worthy ways as us Westerners
cos winter wind of woes wanders about
like a wandering Wolf windsurfing in wildlife.
Winter windup waves of weird wonder
wondrous enough to bring back Wayne Wonder
and wheeled at will the whole world with wows
which pose pridely like a waddy,
a wacko walking within waves of woes;
Whatsoever west wind wagged we wandered
as we become wanners, wearing wan expression,
warmly staring like a Wagga Wagga wading-bird.
Welcome was the words of windy west
as winsome breeze wapped my window and
wafted her sensuous witty wet perfume,
into my wide Afro-Western nostrils
waving wheats and weeds at will,
twas a whopping war wafture waxing souls warmly.
Why would wingless wild west wind worries
yet still, wags us with it's wondrous waves,
withdraws our eardrums with her windy drums
and whithered the plantation of peace
from the furrow of the fainthearted?
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Alliteration/Chandler Sonnet
Copyright© April 2021.
THE CURSED DARKNESS
The day perish on which you were born
And the night in which it was announced,
A sinister dark child is conceived,
May light never, as usual, shine up in you,
The shadow of death claimed your soul,
Embolden and clothed thee with pain,
Cloud settled on it and becomes polluted,
The blackness of the day terrify thy territory
And thy birth rejoice not among the days of the year.
Our prayer that it come not into the number of the months
Did not eventually come to fruition.
The heavens willingly permitted thee though
But the earth groan and proclaim:
"Oh may thy womb be shut and thou be barren"
Because no joyful shout come into it.
Your morning stars are pitch-dark.
If men knew you would share a life with them,
They would have wished this world had rejected their entry,
For now they would be gracefully at peace
Like the dead who is completely at ease,
They would have been far asleep
With kings and heroes of the earth
Who built ruins for themselves
Or with Queens and Princes who had gold
And reign with Angels who will never be born
Or infants who never set sight on light.
But why can't you only associate with
Them that search for you more than rubies
And those who rejoice exceedingly at the graves clarion call
Instead of being an unwanted guest
To he who know not of thy gloomy coming;
The coming of death, the brother of darkness, the cousin of sleep.
The things a man greatly feared
Would 'prophetically' and definitely come upon him.
BEWARE.
REFERENCE: NKJV bible, Thomas Nelson (1978), copyright 1982, Job, pg 291.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2013.
About you not being perfect ,
No one is perfect.
Guess it is why everyone needs each other.
Life is a journey. A path of many trials , sometimes you win, sometimes you lose .
We have no instructional Manuel.
We do our best , and we try to do what we can ,when we can.
People we meet , you learn from them as well as you do from trial and error
People we know that has been down that path themselves , or are there now. It is always good to have people who can relate , and be understanding...
We learn from each other , how best to approach any certain circumstance we may face .
Their there as our guide posts on our journey through life.
We can learn so much from each other if we just open our hearts and ears. .