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I pulled over my car to the side of the highway road.
And went to an inn to get my hunger satiated.
An old beggar woman raised her frail hand and bowed to me.
She was looking gaunt, bony and fully enervated.
I nodded my head to the woman to say,' Wait!'
Had breakfast; paid the bill; obliviously moved away
Planning about the essential chores I had to update
She harked back into my thoughts and I was shocked with dismay.
At once, I took a U-turn and went back to the food court.
Failed to trace her whereabouts; a feel of guilt and remorse.
"Where has she gone? Is she all right?" doubts sprouted in my heart.
It's a painful hoard lasted in my heart with a deep hoarse.
The crisp note which I wanted to offer the old lady
remained feeble in my leather wallet and lost its flair.
As time passed, it became dirty and dull with many folds.
And it remained as a haunting memory of despair.
Emotion picked - despair
Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date: 24-08-2022
Change is what we need to do, a perfect crime
Working 24/7 on lazy, crazy, busy, fussy days…gone astray, going cray-cray…
Focused and song-tracked at the same time
I flawed flawless on fleek, being a geek…seeking praise in many a-weird way…
Obviously, I’m a joke not taken lightly
Obliviously, you choke on blameworthy words
Stop YOUR Scrutinizing that you do so easily
I made up a new genre called “rop” – part pop and rap… as absurd as hatebirds
“I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sickah” –Beyoncé “Partition”
Beyoncé’s halo shines bright and she goes beyond say with her every action of saturated satisfaction and glamorized interaction, a daily diva decision
All eyes shower me with stage fright and yes, I quoted the Queen of POP
You got a prob? Don’t be a snob and chuckle sob…because it’s my job to get people giggling with poetic fiddling…and I will not put it on a STOP
From a distance, you can be merry and party when you see my reputation go from a fame-fairy skyscraper to a rodent, barreling in the filthy ground
I have bled out crimson creativity
Naturally, its this ink I called alienated ambition
It’s my cemented ink exclusively
Apparently, they say that I have naïve intuition
THE HAKIMI'S GAME
He is a professional player,
Plays properly for his Parisian payer.
Family travels & lives the Player.
Player invites a beautiful slayer.
She laid rape allegations against the Player.
Even Ramadan couldn't stop the Player
from dotingly detesting the stranger.
No gainsaying he probably hates her!
Is the acting accuser another player
obliviously trying to play on the Player?
The untold truthful tips are only a layer
beneath this whole brouhaha.
Player vehemently issues a flat denial.
Nonfictive tale; she plays Beverly Naya,
the professional Player plays for his payer.
It's a rigmarole of "Who's playing who?"
And "Who is playing the fool?"
The jury wished to be a seer,
to identify the player and the Player.
Despite the case being adjourned,
Mass madness of memes had turned.
'net bandwagon of jibes & jokes I joined.
The case is still unresolved for the Player.
No comments from his payer either.
Though the stranger might be a slayer
but she could also be the true player.
Then Player's wife jettisoned the game,
because the case remains the same.
It's game day, but she wants no games,
and heaved on him all the blames.
She files for divorce & leaves the Player,
surely this should make her wealthier.
Player finds no ease with his Spanish wife,
The turn of events is about to change his life.
The foreigner played the case as a forerunner
and played the foreigner's game with the Player.
50% of his sweat to be forfeited on a plater,
She designs to suck him alil' & live him bitter.
But he played his wife's game & beat her,
Oh boy! He just couldn't miss the sitter,
instead, he became boisterously better.
Court said Player had nothing in his account.
All the money? What he did was hack out
every penny into Mama's bosom.
If actions were humans, I'd say that's handsome.
He'd played out his cash before being played
by the slayer & his player whose plan is arrayed,
But Hiba Abouk ended up being played.
Now, her money to be shared is warily laid.
"Player" is played by the Player & fuels his fame.
Please don't hate the Player, hate the game.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme/Alliteration
Copyright ©? April 2023.
#thehakimisgame #sadiamouth #vickmanuelpoetry
Strikes relentlessly thrashing
(from all points
encompassing me) assigned
unforgivingly, vehemently,
witheringly, blind
ding figurative sight, then
I finally craft a title,
then subsequent lines
of poem (or prose) defined
incumbent to pay
proper obeisance deigned
then once a thread bare
theme more or less defined
unleashing skein of thoughts,
(that barrel thru
muss hike key)
utterly entangled,
enthralled and entwined
rather then panic, a series
of deep breaths
decompresses,
deemphasizes, and diminishes
a near futile attempt (thwarting captivity,
futility, and impossibility) to find
even just a faint coalescence,
essence, and furtherance
pitting ma small nose
to the metaphorical grind
stone calmly try
to temper onslaught
of tsunami like brain storm,
yet no matter
how fast fingers type,
a sinking sensation,
sans pursuit to process
this tidal wave sets me
further be hind,
this faux
cat and mouse game,
which forces bust
ting thru out this scribe
demand to answer himself
with minor expletive,
viz cheeses crust
why the ƒ¨ç° must
this doggone eventual dust,
when staking claim
on literary fame and fortune
will no doubt entrust
yours truly to pauper's grave
(if lucky enough
to garner gofundme monies
or not bother, and consign
any viable anatomical
parts of this
well kept body fussed
over with copacetic delight,
holistic insight, and magic night,
where a strong gust
of wind doth suffuse dreamy state
permeating mine subconscious,
where inexplicable
exemplifications doth leap
and prance, while aye
obliviously repose in deep sleep,
which may be the condition
of an unsuspecting reader,
whether an generic
guy or...a Veep.
twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air
and dedicate this poem
(yes tis correct, if you bare
lee remember this mister
did formerly she push duck clear
addressed said spouse
"my little buttock blaster" en dear
ment - for obvious reasons,
and before she begat two 'ere
rip press ably lovely daughters),
anyway thee wife I fear
to publicize contracted a benign
strain sans incurable glare
ring housecleaning malady
(thus far no unpronounceable hair
raising name affixed
to non contagious nonetheless
accursed malady,
whereby to keep at bay,
scrubbing stubborn stains
from clothes, dishes,
and gamut of hibernating
Ursine horde (nee motley crue)
that come breathing alive
Nsync with beastie Bay
City Rollers Culture Club bing babes
upon first spring day
engrossed in this, that,
or some other sweeping floor foray
(analogously to Velveteen Rabbit)
shedding gray
winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive,
where humungous fur clumps would lay
comprising sudden empty raft
of shelf space minus a may
zing globules, oh...lemme get on track,
whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee
major virus afflicting wife,
would necessitate impossible task
strapping former
feisty Norwegian farm gal
in straight jacket livingsocial every
would be no game to play
boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say
24/7 daily challenge,
which unpredictable timeframe
thine remaining lifetime sans wife oye vay
would frank lee zap
every last oomph of mine
if able twin door remaining with spouse
meanwhile 'til she obliviously
plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle
tiller broad forehead resembles
a minuscule tarmac way.
A bridge stood tall beneath a sky
Of colour shining bright
Darkness and light both amplified
And beautified the night
The stars, they danced in rainbow gleam
Kissing the velvet base
The gentle heavenliness of the dream
Renewed my ugly face
It seemed that years had disappeared
And time had fallen asleep
As I stood upon the bridge I feared
But now I keenly reap
A college friend was by my side
Smiling futuristically
I felt as if my past had died
Simply renewing reality
We watched, living and nonliving
As the stars expanded and glided
I gaped, silently forgiving
My ugliness that had subsided
The lake below grew jealous
Of our glowing, beauteous form
But we ignored it, obliviously zealous
As the cold chill of night kept us warm
When daylight came upon us
The balance was tattered and torn
My glowing frame was suddenly conscious
Of the lake below, forlorn
I stared upon its glimmering waters
While the sun burnt out my paradise
The college friend was sliced and slaughtered
By the reality I have come to realise
The ugliness declines to subside
But who says beauty can’t be rough?
The stars refuse to shine so bright
But still they shimmer enough
As for that random college girl
I just don’t know how long
But I’ll find her someday in this world
And who’s to say I’m wrong?
Well it doesn’t take someone from Harvard
To get the metaphor of whistling past the graveyard
As Dr. Luke states it and rather obviously
You walk over an unmarked grave obliviously*
The naturalist walks over The Foundation for reason
In an attempt to ridicule that very Foundation
But why as a naturalistic behaviorist
Would you grind when there’s a mill but no grist
You are borrowing the Christian’s capital (yeah I said it)
The ability to reason, but you don't give God the credit
Reason doesn’t grow on trees
Do you need more empirical clarification?
Generalizations can’t be seen with binoculars?
See the truth is something unseen or un-ocular
I don’t say in jest or jocular
Or appeal to Private Monocular
“We can’t give up God because we have laws of grammar”
See! The nut job Nietzsche gets the frustration
Amidst contortations and grimaces, lucifer laboured.
In two hours and three, the beast was perfect,
Glaring around, he cackled his delight.
"Serpatinus," he spluttered, still cackling
He appeared and in lucifer's hands, fell the snake.
With deceit lurking in his eyes
He fitted it inbetween the beast's thighs
Then opening the gates of hell, he unleashed the beast
For her beauty, many a man did crave
Oblivious that such beauty takes to the grave
She could twist and untwist men
For they were always there begging for her light.
She was generous with her gifts
As they obliviously signed their warrants:
-Death and impotent warrants.
Inbetween her legs, the serpent never rested
There was an incessant invasion of many a *****.
Families never saw light again in the aftermath
As men grew wearied and hibernated without children.
Many had fallen; fallen for lucifer
Watching in amusement, he cackled
While signing their air tickets
Mission accomplished, the beast turns and journeys
From whence it came,
In wait of lucifer's next call to arms.
Presidents, ministers, kings ,nobles and clergies
were those who received the tickets lucifer signed.
They all fell prey in this
Lucifer's incessant destruction
What is the ultimate goal,
To be happy or healthy
Sexy, powerful or wealthy?
What about something beyond
Conception or expression,
Something beyond
What you can have
Or ever, even hold?
We all know what the ultimate goal is
Because it is our true nature.
And yet obliviously we stumble on
Forward ever forward
Into an ever progressing
Idealized progressive future
That bears no resemblance
To our true nature.
What is our true nature?
The something
That is a nothing,
Ineffable and yet known
Inescapably
Within our bones,
Within all our bones.
A something that is a nothing, that is us.
(11/4/25)
Once Upon A Time-
For now the hundredth time it seems.
A ray of hope shines through-
And it illuminates my dreams.
The fear arises quickly-
As it builds up in my chest
I pause and wonder now-
What separates him from the rest?
Am I obliviously blinded-
By his sweet words, and his smile?
Or is this genuinity-
A gem that's made my Hell worth while?
I think back to those days-
Where distanced love was all we knew.
And I reminisce in the feelings-
And the emotions, bright and new.
We bonded over laughter-
And over countless conversations.
We both knew from the start- our love need not an explanation.
I cannot help, however-
But to wonder what collapsed.
How did we find such a darkness-
With such a mesmerizing past?
I guess to better understand-
I must retrace our steps.
I'll dig to find the roots of-
Both our passions and regrets.
.
From the moment that I realized-
We were soulmates, intertwined
Traced to moments, things had shifted-
To the heartaches we'd find.
The way that he conseptualized-
And challenged my perceptions..
Inspired inward exploration-
Paving paths in new directions.
As though he cracked a code of sorts-
Breaking boundaries in my mind.
Freeing me from shackles-
With keys impossible to find.
I can't quite understand it-
But it's safe for me to say
He instilled in me self purpose.
And actually made me want to stay.
It's not possible to illustrate-
A life of longing for the end.
Which now evolved to a desire-
To finally let my life begin.