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He keeps his promises
the marvelous work of God
prayer-answering
promise-keeping
caring living holy God
of the past
the present
& to be
speak o Lord
your servant hears
fill my inadequacy
with you
make me your vessel
and renew
el shaddai
my covenant king
divine next-of-kin
who pays my debt
who bears my sin
Lord I can't
you can
so I leave my outcome
unforced
my power of choice
is you
stay close
set me apart
different
a light-bringer
a pilgrim
with no hiding place
I contemplate
my eternity
according to your mercy
pleading petals play gently in the sun
whispering joy across the sticky skin
summertime blessings cannot be outdone
however, autumn is her next of kin
praying roses and melancholic buds
remembering our heart’s tender healing
hanging in timeless ache of fair redbuds
season’s bliss lifts shadows who’re concealing
promising the night stars, moon and fireflies
rousing such beauty the skies come to life
only God can breathe this splendor its whys
summer’s glory comes ‘round despite all strife
birdsong and melodies rich kindness flow
sunshine leaves its touch as an afterglow
The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones,
lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep, this case
targeted ambushed ewe mon souls permanently fleeced
instantaneously cut short sealed mortality fate upon Avast group ceased
to exist as happy go lucky men, women and/or children
from most fearsome beast.
Instantaneous re: within the blink and/or flickr survive
er eyed, and former gallivanting live
capitalone progressive pinterest ting human con hive
ving to collide with hulu hooping unwittingly accompanying jive
vin track hewed by quick draw mcgraw holster
sending dead riders to final resting place.
Ribald exhortations and allegiance gifted who usher bereave
ment, where demise of existence experiences a field day,
whence microbes gorge viz Philabundance, while next of kin grieve
incalculable loss forsaken, whence emptiness doles bleakness
upon grim outlook that doth leave tears, brought per spilt blood and sweat
tallying cost, no miracle whipped lifeless ones can survivors retrieve.
Mortal kombat rues unfathomable payless Priceline Bourse
induces adrenaline to course thru melee,
where iron maidens sprint non selfie ish
lee to safer outlook, where moments of pain force
besiege collective asylum seekers indulge gorse
faux Joyus fancyfeast er vanityfair, whence sorrow loosed like a wild horse
diehard fanatic (attired inconspicuously like
dishabille schlepper of an outlier) source
index finger clutch released high-powered voluminous ammunition
murderous mass homicidal rates get worse.
Netzero escape those unfairly killed ceaselessly year after year
undeclared warfare,
whereby killer coolly unleashes fusillade veer
ring out the barrel to tear
whole community fabric, blithely empty lethal munitions truckload to spare.
Aunt Evelyn’s in the kitchen
She mixing up a batch
It’s her famous Eggnog
Don’t drink it, there’s a catch
Once she knows you like it
She’ll not leave you alone
“How ‘bout just a little more”
The words exact a groan!
Then there’s Cousin Eddie
And he’s been nippin’ Gin
It’s not a Christmas party
Without hammered next of kin
And speaking of a hammer
Where is Uncle Fred
The last time someone saw him
He was cracking nuts in bed
Can someone please now tell me
Who’s singing in the den
I hope it’s not the twins again
You know its way past ten
I guess I’ll just accept it
As most good people do
Another family Christmas
Someone, pass me a brew
THE PEN, THE POET & THE POEM
Perfect picture painting a Poets palava,
And divisible dimensional dilemma:
Like a child surrounded by teddys & toys
To make a confusing costly choice;
Loose the pen & play the pipper,
Or choose between the pen & paper.
My pen I choose, though words reside in me,
The inks temporal ambition is to be
the being inside, on hand to always akin
to superfluity the universe blows in.
I'd write all my emotions all over my skin.
The Poem is the Poets next of kin,
No matter what you think,
in the world's ear his words will sink.
I am a bleeding poet with gush of ink,
words cascading from fountains of imaginations.
With no paper, I'd cloth myself with my muse.
Paint me a poet with a voiceless voice,
words would still speak than world's noise.
The Pen might be mightier than The Poet but then,
The Poet is the life and breath of The Pen.
Let The Pen breath to marinate The Poem.
Reserve a thought for these threesome at the helm.
I'm not just The Poet whose works lies on your shelf
but I am the emotions you feel, The Poem itself.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© February, 2021.
Evermore Evermore they must settle a score,
They were shown the door and never knew the reason for
Jilted like an unwanted lover
True the audience thinks they have enough money to cover.
But still they wanted to be the silver screen siren not an average mother.
So here we watch the films they were in
Where their big scene with a scream is followed by the next of kin
Their characters were never in the book since they are casted just for their good looks.
Critics state they are trying to act
And for the most point that is an honest fact
After the day’s work, they go back wondering why they were kicked out of their sport.
It is the truth they are there to be cute
Since what really sells isn’t watching someone go through hell.
No, I must state I will pay money to see someone who I would date.
Even know in the end they end up eaten by a gigantic rat named Ben.
So here on a Sunday Morning after watching something on a Saturday Night when you did not heed that warning.
Last night’s rendezvous which was cool
When you ventured into that prohibited swimming pool.
Yes, I must say we do enjoy the feeling we get
Watching you get stabbed when you are totally wet
In lieu of flowers when you leave that shower, we just want to say we do care
When you are vulnerable and scared
Let it be known when you do not answer the phone
We are there watching over you when you are alone.
When the character enters to spell your demise
We will always know they are all telling lies
As the DVD light shines during the late hour
We know our B movie friends do still have the power
They are the reason we spend the time
Watching their film as it unwinds.
When realities social is not there due to all the things that are not fair
This modern-day relationship can due for those who are not being played as a fool.
It causes no problems for anyone and to be honest it can be kind of fun
Enjoy the images as they unspool enjoying the pictures that are more healthy stimulations then lamb stew.
Thanks for being our moving photographs of beauty
And to be honest yes, we do appreciate the nudity.
After doing my author duties
Got to the pub for a futbol beauty
Liverpool Chelsea in a duel under the lights
Should go down to the final seconds I do write
But the score before I order is one nil
Hoping the Champions would be able to overcome this chill
I must say Chelsea did the early work
Even before I picked up my fork
Another half has come along
And the Reds must be feeling a little bit wrong
It had been nearly 144 minutes since they did their goal song and dance
Giving no chance for the coronavirus to advance
How up setter they could be with all this time no netter we see
Returning to the bridge Chelsea had marching orders
Having full control, no need for any confusing match related reason to sorter
Aggressive they do play
I must say
Making the English Premiere Champions earn their pay
Reds are the season star
While Chelsea works the FA Cup bar
Due to Liverpool mistakes
They must line up and show what it takes
To defend themselves from the direct kicks
Standing strong without any knowledge of sporting tricks
Hearing the little prayer, it was deflected over there
It did not go in
No need for Liverpool to call the tournament next of kin
A little later Chelsea did close the deal
Giving reality the news visiting Liverpool was not going to win a steal
Liverpool still holds the top spot in the EPL
While Chelsea realizes they are still in it as a marketing tool for the sport to sell
Nearly 188 minutes without a goal
Time to warm up using the boxer day gift of the stocking stuffer coal
But the boys in blue will continue towards the FA Cup crown
While now its time to celebrate with a night on the town.
Another spring
Counting rings
No longer dark
Dog days wait, for their bark
Signaling life has been in bloom
And soon
A beautiful reality will arrive
You do not really die
Glorious sunshine
Photosynthesis dines
Fed well
From nature's magic spell
Can't you tell?
Arbor figure matures
Always sure
About wilderness’ door
No one ignores
Relaxed, whistling tunes
Branches dance and swoon
Turning everything green
Shade is an escape dream
Then things turn
Brown and burn
Chilling breeze sighs
Giving a ride
To the foliage who occupy
Twigs ready to say goodbye
Fall scheduled to begin
Giving the end
A win
Low temperatures chattering bite
Haunting the cool night
Crumbled leafs descend
Crinkling no bend
Completing their beauty rein
Realizing it's just a plants game
Meeting with the rake
Realizing the bag is ready to take
Them to the disposable bin
No need to call a next of kin
Since they will be shred
Rip and dead
Until spring
And another ring
Appears
Exclaiming the tree is here
Giving a reason
To celebrate each season
Letting the seeds
Do their deed
And grow more trees
Went to St Richards early today
Had an appointment so that was okay
The problem is this; I went in with a hernia
But when I came out... I had hyperthermia
Whilst no radiator did radiate heat
And I was laid out like a chilled cut of meat
The staff got abuse from a quite irate geyser
‘I'm going to Iceland to sit in the freezer’
They prodded and scanned me right down to my toes
And broke off the icicle hung from my nose
They asked if I'd registered my next of kin
I said, ‘That's her there with the goosebumpy skin’
When they lifted my gown and asked me to cough
They snapped what they thought was an icicle off
The chill numbed the pain as they whipped off my wheener
So I went in as Terry and came out as Tina
Somewhere out west
Stars stated they were the best
Back in the sunshine land
Retribution wrestled with a theatrical plan
Disrupting a championship watched by virtual fans
Before this was going on
Celebrities were two down
Staying calm
Despite this lurking evil bomb
Getting a pair down the stretch
Overtime period slated a nice catch
Stars snuck one in
Sending the Knights home meeting with next of kin
Mrs. Knight who was not a fan
Thought the whole thing was an icy scam
On the mountain top
Her husband heroics ready to stop
Wanting him home
From those obsessed using cell phones
Hearing the call for a simple life
Spent hugging his lovely wife
No kissing any cup
Maybe raise a dog starting as a pup
Cut the hair
Golden locks no longer an affair
Memories worth a share
Especially when joined by friends and family who care
Honeymoon has drawn to a close
Next chapter maybe will have new foes
Written in poetic pose
What it is about? Who knows?
Right now, it is love that shows
Happily ever after I suppose