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MISSIONARIES FOR GOD
Putting their own lives in danger,
In foreign lands like a stranger,
They come and live and serve the Lord,
In God's eyes, what a great record!
Missionaries filled with His zeal,
Working for God, our hearts they steal,
Leaving their motherland behind,
To their own needs, they become blind,
God leads them in that distant land,
He guides them with His own right hand,
Midst trials, troubles and sorrows,
He's with their unsure tomorrows,
Struggling, they're still victorious,
Their sacrifice is glorious,
Going to ends of all the earth,
They spread God's Word, His loving worth.
8 syllables per line
09.17.19
SAVE MY MOTHER, AFRICA
Poor Africa, why have you allowed your ancient precious priceless beads taken away frm you while coveting after a common coated carved stones from the foreign land?
Where were you when your artifacts were shipped to the land behind the oceans
And your Children worked by the mill day and night
They took away your treasured garment and sealed you with an ''unsuitable suit'' from a distant land.
They inserted straw in a bottle and dip it in your mouth, but fix hose to your anus and passed it into a tank.
Draining your blood in the name of exchange
They took away your staff of office with which you have peacefully and successfully lead for centuries. They gave you guns in return to scatter your wards around, thereby losing ur respect.
They once respected you, now dread you
No longer the you they knew
Dear great Motherland where is your sense of supremacy of those good days, before u were made to look inferior?
Will you still allow this train to continue with d hopeless journey?
Where all we now live for is nothing but money
Now we treat one another line monkeys
O great Africa hear the call from your womb
The child therein is due for delivery
Tighten not your cervix the passage of life
The future sits uncalm inside of you
The entire world awaits that unique cry
The birth of the future, the new world
Unchain yourself from the shackles of the West
Create your path trough the jungle
This is the forest from where you were raised
Where the paths to the streams and ranches
Paths to the mountains and the valleys
Your children raced and long for everyday
Call out your lost children behind the seas
Scattered across the deserts in their search for greener pastures that never exist
Call out in your slangs they know your voice
Let them come home to rescue the hailing mother
Our mother is sick and losing her breath
Fellow brothers and warriors on sojourn
Rest not in the land of your captivity
Run back home and heed the call of mama
Our mother has taken up a another father
Our step father rapes her day and night
Now about to die with her pregnancy
Come rescue our mother the mother Africa
Save the life of her unborn baby the new world
Time to leave the barn and head home
Home is where we come not their Rome
Romans built their home
Africa must build her own
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IF I COULD SPEND A DAY WITH YOU...
If I could spend a day with you, I'd be happy,
we'd never get enough of each other's company.
Our poems and write-ups will embrace unity.
Our inks will make love in the nights enmity
as we stain the sheet with creativity.
We'd hold hands strolling with a coffee,
grip each other in timeless euphoria like a trophy;
But you're worthier than all the biggest trophies.
Kissing is your art, I'd paint you with kisses,
And bask in the glory of heavenly drizzles,
Write you a poem that'll rain beautiful tears
Off your hazy eyes that'll wash off your fears.
I'd wipe away your tears when you feel blue,
every day, I'd tell how much I cherish you
I'd stare into your eyes, & without a single word,
We'd flipped feelings over the board.
If I could spend a day with you,
there is no height we wouldn't scale through,
I'll be your chandelier & make your night colorful,
leave an impression, I'd make you gleeful,
the holy grail is to make you esctatically happy.
I'd cuddle your brain & crack you up in a jiffy,
telling riddles & tales about motherland, Africa.
And when my day is spent & our bond bigger,
I'd made you more happier and freakier,
a memento of our memories rises at every flicker.
Reminisce our memiors now and forever.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? March 2023.
“Souls and Bodies We’ll Lay Down”
Ominous clouds have
Invaded my soul;
Thrust swords into my heart.
Darker than the midnight air.
Stars gone forever more.
Bloodied hands in my dreams.
I dream not of tranquility
But of lightning and thunder
Pain and hunger.
I pray for your peace
Your hope and honor.
For blue skies and golden wheat.
I pray that your Trident,
Strikes the heart of evil
Bringing this aberration to its knees
Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
I beseech thee please
Save them from this hell.
May your anthem be sung
By all the peoples,
Of all the nations,
Of this world.
I leave you with this heart felt anthem of the Ukraine Nation
Ukraine has not yet perished, nor her glory, nor her freedom,
Upon us, fellow Ukrainians, fate shall smile once more.
Our enemies shall vanish, like the dew in the sun,
And we too shall rule, brothers, in a free land of our own.
Chorus:
Souls and bodies we'll lay down, all for our freedom,
And we'll show that we, brothers, are of the Cossack nation!
II
We'll stand, brothers, in bloody battle, from the Sian to the Don,
We shall not let others rule in our motherland
The Black Sea will smile and grandfather Dnipro will rejoice,
For in our own Ukraine fortune shall shine again.
Chorus
Souls and bodies we'll lay down, all for our freedom,
And we'll show that we, brothers, are of the Cossack nation!
III
Our persistence and sincere toils shall be rewarded,
And freedom's song will throughout all of Ukraine resound.
Echoing off the Carpathians, and across the steppes rumbling,
Ukraine's fame and glory shall be known 'mong all nations.
Chorus
Souls and bodies we'll lay down, all for our freedom,
And we'll show that we, brothers, are of the Cossack nation!
The lyrics of the anthem were written in 1862 by Pavlo Chubynsky – Ukrainian ethnografist, folklorist and poet
Where the sun sets the sky aflame painting it vermilion gold
Where golden green grass glow in soft sunlight, oh behold
Where the stars like golden lamps light up the sky
Where at the beautiful horizon earth meets with the sky
Where the first golden sun rays softly kiss the earth
Where the earth awakens from slumber in joyful mirth
Where bejeweled rays of moon cast its golden glow
Where cascading waters into clear, sparkling streams flow
Where gleaming sunlight through treetops cast magical spell
Where in the land of dreams my sweet thoughts dwell
Where wisps of soft white clouds gently sail past
Where softly floating they merge into dreams at last
Where from the seashore to the distance rolls golden sand
This India, my blessed, beautiful motherland.
Having experienced the Almighty’s goodness
to our dear Motherland ---
I envision her as constantly enjoying freedom bliss
vis-à-vis accountable responsibility-exercise
among people diligently led by government officials
exemplifying servant-leadership
as they earnestly seek the Sovereign’s guidance
in their endeavour with faith and practice
to fulfill our Constitution preamble*
with daily thanksgiving gesture.
In partnership with the authorities
I entrust to God …
… myself and fellow citizens
for the prioritization of family nurture
nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home buttress
along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments.
Beholding functional geriatric welfare at work
midst relevant andragogy advancements
I view my country with adults and grandparents
basking in their senior years, glowing
still met by physical, mental, emotional care
welcomed with psycho-social health accessibility
as everyone is braced upon hygiene
of sanitation anchor, exhorting cleanliness
recognizing ecological preservation
cognizant of next generations and their future.
With unity’s cord tied by blesed righteousness**
I cling to the Supreme Commander
for the prevalence of peace and order
midst imposition of lawful justice system
balancing truth with mercy
while reaching-out to the less fortunate
toward wholesome lifestyle betterment
vanquishing power-abuse
combating parasitic dependence-mentality
through the fruition of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
*PREAMBLE
We, the sovereign Filipino people, imploring the aid of Almighty God, in order to build a just and humane society, and establish a Government that shall embody our ideals and aspirations, promote the common good, conserve and develop our patrimony, and secure to ourselves and our posterity, the blessings of independence and democracy under the rule of law and a regime of truth, justice, freedom, love, equality, and peace, do ordain and promulgate this Constitution.
**Proverbs 14:34 Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”
March 23, 2021
2nd place, "What You Really Want" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/24/2021.
Earth's universal Shadow
shades whatever Earth is not.
Ego's universal right-hemisphere Shadow
shades whatever EgoResources left is not.
What Earth's potential positive win/win
sacred integrity is not
shades whatever negative Ego win/lose secularized morality is
Capital-invested in conserving privileged wealth
divorced from unprivileged decomposing health;
What Earth's liberally positive win/win values
and potential health integrity
would more happily project
and transfer through mutual co-investment.
Egos stick in left-brain dominance
courageously fascinated
with negative unhealthy win/lose suboptimizing trends
derived from ZeroSum energy conservation games
to lose the least political face possible
over the largest period of fragmenting eco-systemic time
passes before lose/lose inevitable
egocentric economic mortality.
Just as Egos can more liberally balance left/right
multicultural prominence
curiously engaged in positive health
win/win integrity
not-not ZeroSum hypothetically hyphenated in-between
enlightening co-passioned games
To win the most faces,
hearts and minds,
spirits and natures,
nurtures and healthy nutrition
digestively possible
Over the shortest here/now
through timeless eternal
interdependent
bilaterally stretched out
without Shadow stressed in Time
As win/win inevitable ego/ecocentrism
balancing positive liberal shading negative not-not conservational
interdependent left/right
holistic-health/holy-wealth integrity
of co-passioning Promise,
Father/MotherLand inside/outside
Earth's universal multiculturing Shadow,
in-between win/lose bipolar
political patience left
and win/win dipolar right
timeless ZeroSoul's eco-celebration
cooperative holonic affinity
compassioning bicameral integrity.
Shaped in five-pointed star polygon
I moved in patriotic moron
Decorated both my daughter and son
Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon
Handsome looked like Triggered weapon
Equipped many sarcastic drones
Peace and dice belonging to the boss
Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss
Five elements resist and chaos
Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost
But Pentagon still emerged toss
Associated with mystery and hierarchy boast
Human rigid or human right?
Regardless of race, lies, ties and bright
Motherland addressed reason for fight
Nationality comes to grief of torch light
Haunted by the past of night
Country and shield governed tight
promoted fast hell flight
Auld Lang Syne means old long since
Pentagram said goodbye and flapped fins
Pentagon said: It is your sins!
Young bullets built from tax PIN
Penetrated the bodies upside down triple nine
Triple six went to ruins
They served corpse cuisine
I saw you there, you missed her in her deathbed
We all knew you were flying from too far a land.
I saw you there, as you laid her in her final rest
And she was laid beside him, peacefully she did.
We grew up together, a token of time of the past.
And I know, we had tried our efforts in fortitude.
They say maturity is something one needs to inherit
But I suppose It could be a puzzling virtue to intrude.
I try to limit my calls to you nowadays, I really do.
And I feel, I am better now, far better you can say.
Nothing startles me now, nothing bothers so much
I wish that I could read my poem aloud, someway.
I was striving hard for a poem on the other day
A poem to be written with one single line, I tried…
I liberated each letter from the poem, I realized
Only to request to take back to my motherland.
Home
Songs
Love and nature
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Period of composition (Bangla): Nineteenth Vadra, 1346
Period of composition (After Christ) September 5, 1939
Place of composition: Shantiniketan
Again and again, looking back to thee, once more,
Days and nights these foamy churns awakened, in parables, mind approached out there, rested on armrest
The verses and the divine bell, awakened on the festive zeal, with the foamy quest on a tempest
The raga-based vibes, orbiting around the tides, ecstatic zeal
From the deepest a sound diphthong, to eloquent most trochaic meandering trail, a hymn
Bhoirobi the three with the sixth, the festive fair of Ramkeli mela, Purvi, armrest, strumming along the whim
Along the foamy tempest through the golden jubilee, joyous, eloquence in ragas through vibes resides in a song, songs among
Floating through the trail of thine, intertwined mine, meandering we
Songs among these will begin a journey to nowhere, in bliss
Trochaic, greenery, forestry, serene, motherland, a yesterday belongs, in tap dance
Along the way the must and the bohemian wind and unbridled they
Tap and tap on and tuned in, around a finely attuned may.
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8-28-2024