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2025.4.20
I was so excited. I was going on a trip,
All the way to New South Wales, Sydney.
Where I last visited in 2006.
This time, I wanted to climb,
On the Australia icon "Sydney Harbour bridge",
Stamped my feet around the Rocks square,
Then on the Sydney Opera House's steps.
I had a choice either up north
To Newcastle and Lake Macquarie,
Or down south to Jervis Bay.
I really longed for a holiday,
A relaxing and appointment free day.
Away from home Victoria, Melbourne,
Away from certain people and sad memories.
I just wanted to be free, even just a few day.
I was so happy with the news.
I danced around and fell down.
I woke up from my dream.
What even worse was there were realality promises,
To travel with me to Sydney by somebody,
Whom I thought I could trust,
After stood meup in the past.
The promises were, the Sydney's trip,
If it could not be during Easter Holidays,
Then it would be sometime in May.
Promised promises were made
Only for music to my ears.
They were never made to be fulfilled.
I could really see the true color of your face.
What amazed me was,
It did not take long at all,
Everything had come out in the wash.
It came out much early than I thought.
There was another saying in my language,
Paper can't cover fire.
You may pull the wools over my eyes,
But my brain still be able to decide.
What sort of person you were really like.
You did not stand the test of time.
I had wasted some much energy,
Dreaming of being with you as a travel companion.
No. You lied all these time,
Made me believe I could build my dream.
Sweet dream but not in reality.
The Sea Gull
The one-legged seagull king that lived on the last reef
before the ocean began had lived long, longer than gulls normally do
He came from a sturdy breed that for generations had lived
at the edge of land and sea; they knew things other birds didn’t know
On the ferry bound for England the king came onboard, I fed it fine
knowing well the king would be back when the ferry returned
Other younger birds wanting the space on the last reef, attacked the king
who never more returned; to the ferry boat they circled and shrieked
in triumph demanding preferential treatment, I gave them potato peel
and saved the best leftovers for the gulls on the coast of Newcastle
After years of a zero-sum life having no time for anything, I retired and
bought a cabin far inland, but near a lake that had a wooden pier and
a rowing boat, a place where the trout waked undisturbed.
On the top of the chimney he sat, the old king, waiting just for me.
My start in life was not round here,
Newcastle was my home,
But now I've spent 20yrs in washington where I roam,
Now I wonder what is left,
A hopeless future at its best,
A big part missing cruelly took,
Plucked from life with a baited hook,
20yrs and it ends this way,
With no one by my side today,
3years ago and all was fine,
A loving family spending time,
We had our problems all families do,
Without a challenge you won't get through,
But one big problem had us beat,
Cervical cancer we had to greet,
The biggest upset was it's stage,
The worst stage 4 was off the page,
We just knew it was so bad,
There was no magic spell we had,
So all I could do for my love,
Was go beyond and up above,
We were happy with what we had,
Our son still has his mam and dad,
The family bond worked well together,
It led us forward in life for ever,
When a problem came to light,
We managed to solve it and get it right,
The two of us we were a team,
So strong together it would seem,
We solved our problems we'd think it through,
As proud parents that's what you do,
But that one day it all went wrong,
As the saying goes "it went Pete Tong ",
The nightmare started at the clinic,
Sat in reception with a look of panic,
Time stood still as the verdict was read,
All the results was everything you dread,
The feeling of real shock,
Never felt it before,
Such a kick in the face as we walked out the door,
That was the first of a catalogue of bad news,
It was now that the cancer would start to abuse,
My partner hung on and battled away,
But the cancer won over on the 5th of May.
The north of England,
Is without a doubt,
A massive community,
That is paramount.
It’s a place where people,
Express their talent,
A place where people,
Should go if they haven’t.
A magical place,
Of women and men,
With the angel of the north,
Instead of the Big Ben.
We have some memories,
Unique to the world,
The Blackpool tower,
Where the dancers all twirled.
Oasis, stone roses,
Arctic monkeys, twisted wheel,
The north has a taste,
With a very strong appeal.
Black pudding,
Blackpool rock,
I tell you now,
We have the lot.
We have musicians,
Painters with talent,
We have good chefs,
There’s nothing that’s absent.
The north of England,
An extraordinary place,
If you come to visit,
There will be a smile on your face.
From Newcastle to Manchester,
Liverpool to Leeds,
There’s a city or town,
To fill all of your needs.
As Manchester say,
That we stand together,
All the north are the same,
For now and forever.
With the wasp women on her heels
Thackray needed to cut a deal
In order to keep enjoying sorority gourmet prepaid meals
Taking a seat to watch Jay
She had a lot to say
This is not a late night stalk show
It is some sort of garage I don’t know
Taking a shot of Claret wine
Worrying about being declined
Spirit going right through
Like hammers to a screw
There had to be something she could do
To stay out of trouble
In her fantasy bubble
“Maybe if I find a collection
I will not get a rejection”
From Jay
Manipulating her way
Feeling very bold
That is how Thackray dealt with that goal
Reflecting upon her model acting when it was on a roll
Wolves displaced from their home
Wandering around all alone
Getting into the night
Stuck in the blades still in a fight
Until the final ticks on the clock
When the steel men gave Wolverhampton a shock
A reason to seek refuge in Burnley
Using a glass as a tour net key
Citizens knew it was time to stop the bleeding
When Royals from Newcastle stop by for a meeting
It turned into a goal oriented beating
Netting five feeling real cool
Attitude very high in the sky blue
Solidifying being ready for the champions’ league pool
Chelsea FC Takes Abramovich's Fall
Europe is responsible for the war,
not CFC...who is taking the fall.
US played the devil's advocate de facto,
Putin turn deaf hears, no word from NATO.
Perpetual and cruel hatred longering,
UK government shy from stopping the warmongering
Saudi government from owning Newcastle.
CFC sanctioned at the slightest chance without hassle
and employees suffer another man's sanctions.
Who's responsible for these calamitous situations?
Who's coming after Putin in this debacle we all see?
Cowards will rather attack the fatherless CFC
Double-standard and sheer hypocrisy
Only highlights United Kingdoms' enemity.
Innocent staffs can't fathom the enormity
of the sanctions backed by stern actions,
melted daily by the government organizations
No one to save the innocent Chelsea,
Not Bates, not Roman, not the NHS nor Halsey
abandoned by father Roman who is on the run,
forcing the father to disown his own son,
leaving the Blues feeling blue,
and looking a shadow of themselves like a lone fool.
Europe is responsible for the war, not CFC.
Hope this is all father justice sees.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©16th March, 2022.
Are you listening out in Wood-wood' in Balranald do you hear in the Hunter and
Newcastle all round Maitland ix it clear?
From Jamestown, in Burra-Burra and from
Port Augusta too will they stand? speak
Out? Unite..Just do whats right, its time for such to do.' In Wonthaggi and Killarny
Ballarat and Bendigo, across to Geelong town
Get out be strong 'for that is what best' the Aussies do' in Geraldton and Bunbury past Perth and
Up to Broome, at Hobatt Emerald and Coolgardie be
No longer fooled.' In Forbes and Parkes and
Dubbo, in and Coleraine, Kiama too; Crookwell and
Coffs Harbour Australia calls to you.' If
You are asleep in Tumut, awaken' ask A man Johnny
Larter, our everyday Hero just whats on.' Then tell all your mates too.' in
Yass and also Wagga.' I'm sure they'll come along.'
And in coming then will realise, that mateship
Is key; is strong ' let your flags fly high till 'bye and
Bye' you are heard and your villans fall, once again all your women and man will be free, Now will you respond..To your nations call.'
This man loves Newcastle United football club,
And has overcome Graves’ disease thyroidal,
By having an op to remove that deathly snub,
Of his prowess in the swimming pool brutal.
He won a bronze in the 100 metres freestyle,
At the British Swimming Championships 2012,
Then at the UK championships international,
Those for disabled people, he won in the youth.
He also took gold there, in the 50m men’s youth,
In 29.95 secs, and in the men’s open 400 metres,
He won bronze. At the London Paras the truth,
Is he was Britain’s youngest gold medalist, cheers!
He was the North East’s own sports personality,
And won the MBE in 2013. CP is his condition,
And he’s gone from being an S7 by true nobility,
To being a category S8, by his rugged dedication.
Shall I compare thee unto a crate of beer,
or, if not that, then unto washing powder?
Today I shun all things that are austere;
soft tones must yield to songs that are far louder.
May's shandy was for working men too sweet.
Newcastle Brown for them is much more dandy.
Reese-Mogg appealed but to the high elite.
It's Boris now who's dealing out the candy.
His soap suds as detergents wash much whiter
and his packaging's so appealing to the eye.
My desire 's for something that's much brighter
than the dowdy hues of Mr. Corbyn's dye.
Boris we hail victor, for'tis he who's won the day.
To his product though a question. Who art thou anyway?
Susie was inspired by the Beijing Paralympics,
To pursue her talent at swimming, to train hard,
So she was classified as an S7, deformed limbs,
And won three medals in London, one in Rio.
She has a BA in languages from Newcastle,
Which she uses in her British Council work,
And first appeared in Berlin city at the Euros,
In Germany’s 2011 IPC Championships.
In London she won freestyle bronze 100m,
Another bronze for the 400 metres freestyle,
And yet another bronze for the 4x100m relay,
Also free - it’s where you do the front crawl.
In the French city of Montreal in Canada,
Quebec, Susie secured 1 gold and 4 silvers,
Gold for the 4x100m freestyle relay 34pts,
Silvers for 50, 100, 400 free and for 50 fly.
In 2014 in Eindhoven in the Netherlands,
Susie took five golds: the 50m butterfly,
The 50, 100 and the 400 metres freestyle,
And another for the 100m freestyle relay.
Then in Glasgow at the IPC Worlds 2015,
Susie won a gold 4x100m medley relay,
Also a bronze for the 100 metres freestyle,
So Funchal 2016 (Euros) came naturally.
In Funchal which exists on Madeira island,
Susie took five golds: the 50 metres butterfly,
The 50m, the 100m and the 400m freestyle,
And another for the medley relay, the 100m.
So in Rio she rejoiced when she won gold,
In the 50m butterfly in a time of 35.07 secs;
She could not believe it because she’s 33,
And intended to retire after London 2012.