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With no specific tone or direction.
And , than suddenly: Whoomp! the tone began to change
it devloped into a"whoomping groove"
it's beleived to dereive from Pickett
the lyrics said
early one morning I ran out and hollered
my voice echo'd down to the swamps
went down to the water wiff my pale
cloudly and humid: man called for strong wind
and hail
I tapped the pipes: siphioned the pumps
way they sounded liked they would work til lunch
grabbed my tools not
forgetting my pale
dip my bucket where wasn't no
swamp smell.
Lye and cedar soap
will dampen the smell
nealt down to fill up
my pale
looked down the shore
their was a ah Miss Neezer
smiled and flirted
told her I had to leave her
she said you crazy fearful scare chump
I got sumthang you can pump
lifted up her dress
and turned all around
meet in the barn
and we can get on down
He said I'll do ya Lady
I'm kinfa hungry
and I thought you should know
Told me she had sum Gumbo and fried bread
in the Kuche:
But I should be hungry for her P&ss
Slurp mine and I'll Slurp your
fix me some grub
while I finsh the chores
get nough water so we can wash our a$s
hold up lady stop
talking that trash
"Cherry Tobacco smoke filled the air"
THE BUTCHER SENT THE PORK.
SHE TOLD THEM, I DON'T
KNOW WHY THAT DAMN
FOOL, ORDERED THOSE
PIGFACES.
12 PIGFACES, THAT'S
ENOUGH FOR A PARTY.
IF HE THINK'S I'M GONNA
COOK THEM, HE GOT
ANOTHER THING COMING!
HE BETTA GET THAT CHICK
DOWN AT FREAKY
SWIGGLE TO COOK'EM, I HEARD HE
AND THOSE HUSSIES WHERE
DOWN AT THE GOOPY-GLOOP
GRINDING ALL OVER THOSE WHORES,
HE BETTER GET THAT OLE, GAL
OF FEDDIE TO COOK'EM, CAUSE I AINT!
GOT NOUGH BEER TOO!
DAY GONE PARTY WITH THEM HO'S!
BETCHA ONE OF THEM GOT
GHONNOREA OR SUMTHANG,
WHY WOULD THEY BE PARTING WITH
THEM PEOPLE, I DON'T KNOW!
LORRD CALL THAT DAMN FOOL
AND TELL HIM, HIS EVIL FOOD IS HERE !
SPENT ALL NIGHT THINKING
WRITING
TRYING TO FIND
WORDS TO GO
TOGETHER
SOME WERE CUTE
SOME WERE CLEVER
BUT THEY DIDN'T MAKE ME FEEL
THEIR INSPIRATION
IT CAUSES ME TO WONDER
THINK BEYOND THE EDGES
LIKE GOING OFF TOPIC
WHAT I'M I TO DO
WHAT WILL THE PEOPLE SAY
I WHAT IT PERFECT
OR BEST ANYWAY
NO MATTER HOW HARD
I TRY
FROM ANY POSITION
THE TIMING AND RYMN
DON'T JIVE
IT'S LIKE SOMETHINGS MISSING
IT'S GETTING LATER
AND I
WHAT THIS COMPLETE
GO OUTSIDE
MAYBE SMOKE AND A BITE
TO EAT.
MIGHT SHAKE A NERVE
OR CAUSE ME TO CREATE
BETER WRAP THIS UP
IT'S GETTING LATE.
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when the glint
snap'n 'gainst it's
host
thoze emeraldz
your pretty boast
leak'n sweetly up
yourn
throb'n heart
out past those moist
lips
it's true luv
not uh word do mine
receptacles
'side mine dome
review
'tiz 'nough
the leak
past yourn thought
it's sweet
each hisssss
haaaah
darling
if I could pronounce it
you'd think
that i heard each word
i just love
mine hear you sing
kiss me
shut me up
Eternal Destiny
You’re a star!
I’m a mere hidden diamond.
I can’t afford to give you to me.
You’ll go far kid, forget about what we could be.
I am not meant to be your Eternal Destiny.
You would soon be bored, if we ever truly hugged,
And showed each other what was in our minds.
I have you inside mine for the rest of my life,
But you need someone you can truly love,
Not this ordinary guy.
It’s easy to love what you have never truly had,
So play it, never mind.
You’ve never looked better.
The sun glasses look good on you.
I’m still here in the rain wearing my Biffa water-proofs.
It looks like you like your drink at 50% proof,
And I am a tea-totaller, former smoker,
With no smokes to pass to you.
That was the best time of my life,
But my Wife left me, before I left.
I will always love you Ms. Right,
But I am not to be your shining light.
I simply love you... ‘nough said.
I never knew you were so unhappy.
If only you would have shown me,
I would have said “We are family!”
And I’ve got my “Sister” here with me permanently.
Down for life,
Down for fun,
Down for good love
And a friend I call a bud.
I always miss you
And I always will luv.
Those times sure were good,
But then everything changed,
And I couldn’t stay.
I had to get away.
So then you were gone,
And I was in the wrong,
For believing we shouldn’t be.
Who knows?
You could have been the one,
But I never gave us a shot,
So I can’t sit here and bemoan your loss.
I knew you’d go for a song,
But then you went and wrote a whole damn album!
All Killer No Filler, of course.
I hope one day you out-sell Thriller,
And I will still be here smiling about your love,
And writing these little ditties,
With a woman on my on my arm
Still loving those ‘mysteries’
You to me are still a complete mystery.
Oh my girl, you are oh so pretty,
And I am but a dweeb,
With no self-esteem.
I didn’t think you could love me,
When I saw you loved him.
I’m still searching for the one love I am yet to meet.
Still searching for new memories for Easy Street.
The Gardens aren’t so lovely now,
I’ve lost the coolest and most interesting.
Those were the days.
I was so in love!
I sure did have a need for you.
It’s my crying shame we never became ‘Us’.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Equus Ferus caballus bovinium
awing the Browsband, he sat upon the latigo Keeper
relevant scales
an occurance of a dynamic conjunction
the rhizosphere
in Gilib. He said!
sativa fabaceae and
Tataricicum
Fagopu esculentum
disentangle rhizosheric
those processes
Adda Aiia O' badia Obadiah!
he grinds the wheat to be meals
for the peoples!
biosphere, hydrosphere, pedoshere
sativa fabaceae, fagopyrum
tataricum
tataricum!
fagopu esculentum!
serendipitous
bovinious sandwichious, wheatous eatem's!
alpha draconis
bowich Chordata. The starched collar of my tuxedo shirt!
that these words are of the wheat
for the wheat
and buy the wheat!
the wheat for the peoples!
grind ye the wheat
to be flours for our bread
that the heels shall make sandwiches with bovine
Meatus yum-yum!
thank ye oh God of Harvest
the Sandwisch of Meatus!
the sounds of humming goodness!
he wears a tuxedo when he eats these fabulous burgers!
they are so scrumpsous!
,
thanketh thee!
My heart bleeds,
No blood's seen,
Everyone there flees,
Except a teen.
Tho' she said no!
My pain is inside,
Nobody knows,
Where it resides.
My tear drops,
She minds not,
Another love flops,
Am I going nuts?
She pitied me,
But without love,
Her heart's mean,
The shame's 'nough!
She turned away,
That pained more,
Since not still swayed,
My heart mourns.
Her silhouette fades,
Not coming back,
I was in a shade,
There in the dark.
Voices of birds,
Heard only on trees,
Everyone was on bed,
Even the breeze!
Then, a noise nearby,
She then reappears,
Probably to wave a bye,
To a very brief affair.
She came close,
My legs tremble,
I felt her nose,
My lips crumble!
The kiss was brief,
Then I woke up,
The dream's a grief,
My tears then filled a cup.
UNTIE WITH TITHE IF TIGHT
Descend from your boulder of woe
into the vineyard where great men sow;
here is my escape wonder park,
inscribed: Givers Never Lack;
betwixt the valley of indecision & greed
whether to eat or sow the seed.
Seek reference from scripture & read
Malachi three verse ten, which is the in-thing.
You only require "a tenth of everything":
"Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse,
that there may be meat in My house.
Test Me in this, and see if I will not, from heaven,
throw open the floodgates of heaven
and pour out so much blessing feast
that you'll not have room 'nough for it",
says the Lord Almighty,
then your gloom will shine brightly.
Why debate on this when money is vanity.
Loosen your bands with your liberality,
credulously accept Divine reality,
forever forgo fallacious fastidious fellows
and professional pay-hunting "prophets".
If your ancestor and Pathfinder, Abraham, tithed
to King of Salem, Melchizedek (symbolizing God) - being entreated,
(King of Salem means King of Peace),
why shouldn't his offspring also pay tithes?
Don't haggle, only seek what Christ requires:
a dime dole-out from your dearly dollar$
or a penny of your plenty precious pounds.
Will a man rob God & get away...for life?
"Yet ye robbed Me...in tithes & offerings" while baskin' in your strife.
The only remedy is to untie the resultant curse & pain
with timely tithe of your income or gain
in other to enjoy bountiful harvest of rain.
VickWizzy.
Reference: Malachi 3 verse 8 & 10, KJV Bible.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 18th, 2020.
"I ain't gonna be nothing,
Cos it seem like f'ever I've been longing."
Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose,
Skin so sore, malady of the toes.
Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for,
Studied chemistry and physics what have I got?
I've got nothing, but walking,
Turning like a wheel, with no Boris,
Fishing and hunting, yet no prey,
A thousand padlocks and just two keys.
Governments say what they won't do,
Making us seem as big fools,
Manifestoes, flap-doodles;
Serving trimmed rubbers as noodles.
"Eat, eat, eat" they bade us,
Proud to champion course unjust.
Queen of s, Lord of tongues,
Sharpened bolox, Seasoned guts.
Now they stand as the saviours,
Voice so high, dreading as thunder.
More they speak, more they hunger,
Nourished with lies, growing fatter.
What do we do, what are should?
'nough of savagery, 'nough being fooled.
Hey hey hey I'm talkin' you.
You you you you you you you.
Y'all wake up, wake from slumber,
'Nough of dearth, 'nough of hunger.
We goan be sleepers death after,
Now eyes are open, why the scar?
If its dirt they're tissue papers,
Come for bucks, here is a dollar,
Buy the one which is cleaner,
Use it on your eyes and see clearer.
You should now see, yea better,
Humans like you claiming beggars.
Those then begging, now are loiters,
Those then loitering, now are robbers,
Those then robbing, now are killers,
Those then killing, now are prisoners,
Those then in prison, met their demise.
And on and on, Same thin' O'er and O'er.
And we live on in myopia,
Till perhaps come the rapture.
Now we need revolution,
Bundle up and throw out corruption.
Right in our palm is solution,
But we've been feared by confusion.
Change prior to conviction,
Let's agitate for lib'ration,
Kill who should die as oblation ;
Those who're swimming in corruption.
For e'ery bribe they get commission,
E'en loot their congregation,
Loaning 'em to indecision.
Spare no seed of transgression.
Even the bible make no exception ;
The book of proverbs even in extension,
In chapter six verse eighteen makes a correction:
Only the death of the innocent is a transgression,
But of the wicked? Sure purification.
The first two lines would come no more,
If we do what is right as we ought.
19:08:17:18:35
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. We, You, I.
She quietly told him
you like me :but I
don't like you
I aint shame that's
how I feel about you
play around, you gonna learn
your lesson
people like me
like teaching lessons
that'll learn em
ole folk say
you grin and smile
you know what I'm
tryna say
Just a little
don't get use to me
I'm sometimey
as you can see
stern and bold
Proud and sassy to
don't play with me
I won't game on you
get it right
do it now
do it like this
let me show you how
you had nough time
to impress me
but you didn't
I like you a little
just waitin for
you to quit me
there a surprise
at the end of the
lesson
you aint gonna like me
Baby got any questions
maybe love and togetherness was losted in
some of the translations.
From the story
the "Crying Wolf"
a Native story about a woman ho left her husband
to be with another man. She didn't understand him
he barley spoke spanish and his english
was full of slang.
She was mistress to his friend, who sailed to Brazil
and she became pregnant and said the child was the
other mans. When people in the village lerned of this tale
they rode there horses to where these people were
and dressed in there native clothes and did dances on there lawns.
then they told all the people in the village
of the tale. This made the woman crazy, and she left the village leaving
the children with the man she had not been in love with.
the story ends
with the woman finding the children with the father
in New Hispania
there they were living the life of wealthy people.
they sold there land to tobacco farmers
and had become wealthy.