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Recently, I awoke
from a very specific dream--
In which I expressed
my getting-a-B.A. scheme
A long-time ambition
I've put on the back-burner
Delayed because I'm not
much of a wage-earner
It'd be easier to succeed
with a B.A. under my belt?
Hard to get there
with low self-esteem (as I've felt)
Plus it'd make my outlook on life
more well-rounded
Even if all that online study
makes me feel grounded
But as for a potential professional job
without a degree
I'm looking into Indexing --
might be just right for me!
Then if I can support my education
financially that way
I hopefully will join the ranks
of B.A. grads someday...
Whether or not I go after
this accomplishment, I will age
The question is, by that time,
do I wish to be more sage?
But I tend to get discouraged
and distracted; so no promise
Perhaps I can enlist
the smarty-pants prayers of St. Thomas
When I was little, before I started school,
my dream was to be a professional dancer
for I knew I had that natural talent instilled
in me, talent that was not taken seriously.
The magic, beauty of dance stayed in me.
Although, I never had any dance lessons,
I was always selected to perform at my
schools, recitals and community events.
Life took over and as I navigated the many
twists, turns, inclines and descents of my life,
like a roller coaster, it became loud and clear
I was not meant to be a professional dancer.
My burning desire to dance flickered, as it
was put on the back burner for many years.
It was set on fire after I retired and started
dance lessons and living the time of my life.
It has been six years since I have been doing what
I love, dancing to express the beauty of dance in
my feelings, grace, agility, moves that the people
around me watch and feel the liveliness within me.
Yes, they come and tell me ….
New Cars and cameras
New places to go
Another man to comfort you
When you’re feeling low
Remember all the times we spent
Sharing everything as one
Watching sunsets on the beach
Kissing n the fading sun
I thought we were rock solid
I thought that we would never part
I trusted you with everything
My dreams, my hopes, my heart.
New cars and cameras
New horizons to explore
Another man to hold your hand
But this man loves you more
I feel broken and alone
My life’s come off the tracks
I can’t restore the love we had
I can’t fill in the cracks
Our bodies once they merged as one
Our souls were intertwined
I thought we’d found the perfect love
But you left me behind
New cars and cameras
New stories to trade
A love left on the back burner
Cos it didn’t make the grade
Don’t want to join the broken
The beaten and the lost,
Don’t want to be a memory,
Don’t want to count the cost.
I opened up my heart to you
Now I can’t take this pain Love that blossomed in the sun
Now washed up in the rain
I gave you all I had to give
But thats not enough it seems
You traded love for money
You shattered all my dreams
New cars , new cameras
Did I come up that short ?
Can love that seemed so precious
IBe so easily bought ?
The colours have all seeped now
Rainbows fade to grey
If we can’t be together
I can’t face each passing day
New Cars and Cameras
I will never understand
How “bling” would be your thing
And undo all we had planned
I cannot say goodbye
To my soulmate, my best friend
I can’t put out the fire we lit
So I’ll love you to the end.
Real love takes real sacrifice
What you have has to suffice
When you put your one first
You see them at their best and their worst
Above anyone and all else
Even if your own heart and desires melt
When you realise your sole purpose
Is to be of help and service
With the one you want to spend everyday with
In life and laid next to in death
I would take a bullet for them
Realising they are your diamond gem
Everything you have only one thing in pursuit
Never seconding guessing or dispute
Self sacrificing your own mental health
Time is more important than wealth
Physical health on the back burner
Always available to listen to her
There is only one chance at living
Being with one person is winning
Trusting and caring for your soulmate
It takes two to be great
What is it about two elderly folks holding hands
That says so much about life
First of all it says love sweet love
But when you see couples in their golden years holding hands
We smile and say awww!
It means after a lifetime of ups and downs
These people are still in love, are still the best of friends
All too often, we loose that loving connection
When the trials and tribulations that confront us each day
Put love on the back burner and we forget about the one thing
That brought us together in the first place... love
Try to remember that feeling and how overwhelming it was
How we lost our appetite, how we couldn't focus on things
Exasperating yet the most glorious feeling we've ever felt
Unfortunately we can lose that as we age
To be replaced by a more mature kind of love
But OH... that first glance, that first kiss, that first embrace
The first time someone says, “I love you!”
Nothing can match that glorious moment
We find ourselves wishing we could relive those joyous moments
But they are replaced by a mature love
Because to maintain that youthful exhilaration
Would certainly make it difficult to carry on a normal existence
Oh the memories, thankfully we have them
What is it about two people holding hands
That says so much about life
First of all it says love sweet love
But when you see couples in their golden years holding hands
We smile and say awww!
It means after a lifetime of ups and downs
These people are still in love, are still the best of friends
All too often, we lose that loving connection
When the trials and tribulations that confront us each day
Put love on the back burner and we forget about the one thing
That brought us together in the first place... love
Try to remember that feeling and how overwhelming it was
How we lost our appetite, how we couldn't focus on things
Exasperating yet the most glorious feeling we've ever felt
Unfortunately we can lose that as we age
To be replaced by a more mature kind of love
But OH... that first glance, that first kiss, that first embrace
The first time someone says, “I love you!”
Nothing can match that glorious moment
We find ourselves wishing we could relive those joyous moments
But they are replaced by a mature love
Because to maintain that youthful exhilaration
Would certainly make it difficult to carry on a normal existence
Oh the memories, thankfully we have them
That's all science fiction was ever about.
Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.
RAY BRADBURY, "No News, or, What Killed the Dog?"
NOT MY BRAND
like being caught with a pack
where authority makes you smoke
one and all.
i read...i read...i read
some more
my workplace, my home.
their stare has followed me home
yes, i must confess
i’m an overachiever,
believe it or not —
given a task,
Waldo, i’ll find you.
i drink Dandelion Wine
until i die —
life and death,
sick to death
of dying.
i sop up Soup
with crusts of bread
cannot waste
a single drop.
i read...i read...i read
some more
and Holy Scripture
the great bounty of crimson words,
the red thread pricks
my articulating tongue.
i read...i read...i read
some more
on the back burner—
Blackout,
which i might —
had a hard time figuring
out which genre’s not my favorite,
whaaaat?
had to ask my husband
from a list,
what do you think, soooo
we came up with Science Fiction.
but
you
never
know
it might just be the read i need it to be.
i read...i read...i read
some more
on the chair, on the floor,
the writing on the wall.
i might just be sick
~ of books ~
when i finally
power walk into the library,
slick.
because there’s always
another book or poem or verse
to smoke, so
i light up my face
and read and read and read
some more.
3/25/2020
In disguise
Placed on the back burner
Ignored
Stay hidden
Presence doesn't matter
Spotlight knocked out
Unknown.
Talents and gifts were destroyed
Down sparrow, it goes
Laughters
Not deserved
Non-reserve seat.
Not worth the while
A smile turned upside down
Sadden, waves of laughter all around.
All being said
JESUS came and died for us all
Lifted up
Not fallen.
Satan is a liar
All gifts and talents are restored
The last laugh, not ignored
Cries no more
Unknown, to shown
A voice to be heard
The world looks brighter
A future fulfilled with love
A precious genuine gold.
In other words
What JESUS has for me
It is for me.
Satan get back
You and your evil packs
Covered by Jesus's blood
In this entire world
Bolder and wiser as can be
The whole world shall see.
Note: Do not give up on yourself. Others might.
Jesus still lives. Haters will hate. There is something special in you.
Friends are far. Overall Jesus is near.
Much Prayers.
AMALINA: THE QUEEN OF SHEBA
To the Queen of Sheba.
Unraveling of your thesis and your folklore
To devour your whole body in form of study
Zipping the raw facts in the mind's lobby
Trying to digest them, stew over them
As I reach for my wine glass stem
So I let them simmer on the back-burner,
The knowledge of you is never in conclusions
The whole of you: regurgitate all in discussions
Diverse shades of you cooked up in explanations
Hoping they do not seem half-baked from head to toe
Your eyes were glittering jewels that seized my soul,
Take me to Sheba and witness my ecstatic reign
And your dry ground be wet with heavy rain
To wash away your clumsiness and depression
And give your life sense of homeliness and expression
Sail with the westwind to blow you ashore
Right at the lake of rough diamonds,
The kingdom of King Vick the Solomon
To drink from the ocean of wisdom
And bask in the affectionate comfort of Cupid
Having being shot afar in the Queen City,
The Grenfell Tower couldn't shield you from these arrows of love
Emanating from the base of Lagos City,
The City that never sleeps and never seek pity.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 29th Aug. 2017.
Office hours have certainly changed
No longer is it a 9 to 5 work day
With the new “work from home” format
The office atmosphere is a thing of the past
The comaraderie that's existed for decades
Is gone and replaced with a “hermit society”
Work production has probably suffered
The chance to do a little gardening
Getting back to the urgent work projects later
Putting them on the “back burner”
Consequently some will work into the night
To meet the next day deadlines on time!
There's a good and bad side to this change
It takes dedication to mangage
With the new “work from home” format
Some will succeed... some will have a problem
I wish much success to all in the future