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every day a betterone
improving on those days gone by
some might ask you why
tell it cause you love me
tell them it's cause you care
tell them aint nothing like being loved
and aint nothing like me and you
she polished the brasses and waxed the floors
to a brilliant shine
the tables were covered with perfect lines
and the silverware
was laid out in a perfect line
the woodwinds were wiped clean and covered
the piano and the flute were surfaced
and the sheet music was stacked
on the floor
we sleep until noon
and rose to eat and rehearse our chore
what a day for some
a bit imitation for others
the french horners paused to understand
the oboeists took time to explain
it seemed a strain but perfection
takes rehersting
simple sweet flavors
the fruited samples before the meal
a songstress should save her voice
not overtly express how she feels
take note of the baritone,
he speaks softly with the Soprano
he likes the tone ,
but think their some thing wrong
with the piano
the tenor get what he deserves,
speaks the alto, but he should at least
be respect enough to have
the piano tuned
o this i presume
of this I guess it better
you and the next song
strings and flutes
the guys take pursuit
they romp the curvey crest
this she will confess is
the part she likes most
does she answer to speak expression
or do she just say what she feels
the more you speak the more
you say
is it best to just keep it real
we go on in a while
time to smile and look real pretty
we got a great portion of the world doing one thing
looking, liking, loving,
we got these people together
now we have to satisfy them
with some real talents
speak our way, say what we say
read the monologue
and let them know why our names on the
Marquee.
the intro to "something specail" were taken from
Classay Banger's fifth
with sounds taken from
Diditt Gettit: guess so!
written by Phatsew Azmere and he strangs of cotton band
copyrighted yesterday and then and beyond!
write and sing this one production company
Trusting
(without doubt or fear)
Inverse fine gifts
(given to us something dear)
Amoraously
(with great affection we give.)
Ambiguious chatter
(sweet nothings whispered in the ear)
Ambivalent feelings
(our existence as a whole.)
Overtly extrude with exuberance
(openly pushed feelings explode)
What can not contain itself
( the Holy Spirit commands it to shout)
in mine mind
(in memories stout)
I spill on mine poetic slip
( my mind has use for such splinded verse)
Mind of gossip
(and imagine the best; but tell the worse)
[ who will carry this on? i see a family Duo. Kristy and Aleera Walters De La Keur. get busy
yal]
Form:
I wrote about you before.
You and your maybes.
Everything about you making me so dam unsure of myself.
Yet also so sure?
I was delusional.
Idealistic.
Overtly hopeful.
I thought those inboxes meant something more.
I thought that for some stupid reason I was special?
But then I turn around.
And you’ve ran to someone else.
What a coward.
I’m sorry, it’s the truth.
You are nothing but a coward.
But… who cares?
I certainly don’t.
You can go about doing whatever.
I think everything I thought of came through.
And man, I can’t wait for that 10 year reunion.
Not because I want to see YOU.
But because I want to SEE you.
Because you may go around and round all of us.
But one thing remains clear.
Nothing will come of it.
Because of what you are.
And because of everything that can be.
Good luck!
As for me, I am enlightened.
In your overall, dynamism,
it swept through you as you spelled the words in mind-
every other vowel spewed something wise,
nothing trans-morphed so you tried,
and again saw something inside,
it had to have been you-
overtly subjugating,
or even taming the shrew,
not to mention his drugs and his brew,
"there is genius, rather that, I am genius,"
you said sought after,
like code in a road,
like signs missing in time's-
nothing evades this trickery,
it's not real,
I can't feel him,
he can't be here.
No emotional violence,
and thoughts of actually having sex ruins you,
the deeds turn into dust,
every good one,
every failure we'll see undone.
If the world would be like me
there will be no wars
Peace will be the first decree
overtly endorsed
Love will be the law for good
Common understanding
Will prevail, just how it should
Larks will be ascending
to the summer skies of blue
then descend with grace
to the garden grown by you
There will be no race
No oppressive vanity
will make any sense
If the world would be like me
it would cut expense
But alas, the world we know
Looks a lot like them
Who are running this old show
with the newer lambs
Some offended gods can’t break
their favorite toy
And a wiser god can’t make
world of peace and joy.
Save the little Piglets
Save the little Piglets, save them from the knife,
Piglets are so precious and have a right to life.
Pigs are not potatoes, should not be grown for feast,
If intention is simply kill, do not breed the beast.
Lambs to the slaughter, Lambs to the table,
See them play in meadows, at least whilst they’re able.
Lambs are not Barley, do not nurture for repast,
Alternate farming can thrive, I am no Iconoclast.
To kill a Calf for Veal is repellent and pitiless,
They are no use for dairy, so the Male we cannot bless.
Calves are not Corn, nor a delicacy on your plate,
Force fed for five months, then butchered I berate.
Save the baby chicks, fluffy and overtly cute,
Born for just one purpose, barbarism, can you refute,
Chicks are not Wheat, nor just another roasted bird,
Though my objections I make clear,
I’m a minority, marginal, not listened too or heard.
KS 25.6.18
Happy National Friendship Day - August 6th, 2023
The idea of Friendship Day originated
in the United States in 1919,
proposed by Joyce Hall,
the founder of Hallmark cards.
It gained official recognition
when the U.S. Congress
proclaimed the first Sunday
of August as National Friendship Day in 1935.
Unlike this papa akin
to being racked, raided,
and raked with hot coals
during his adolescence devoid of
a social network and academic goals
if possible to magnify
psyche, one would see
mostly a torn (Turin) shred of holes.
Thy youngest (of deux) daughters
afflicted with developmental delay
did not overtly agitate
as much as myself, asper being
emotionally isolated, a miserable fate,
she participated with
supportive services how grate
full (this once psychologically dead papa),
progeny of his did not experience
chronic severe hate
Shana (Punim) blessed by fate
while a Lower Merion
High School student did great
fully experienced positive
munificent interpersonal bounty,
she didst illustrate
with smiles all around her countenance,
which sophomore socialization better late
than never, which friendlessness
(that didst plague this papa),
thee progeny didst obviate
thus, this poem
(to no one in particular),
expresses how I appreciate
the plethora of supportive
services, to ameliorate
bugaboo sans inferiority complex,
(ran rampant within self)
where mine imaginary
pals did commiserate
nevertheless, aye envy thine
woefully begotten Harris heiresses,
whose self esteem positively
of mine bolstered,
when as little girls
their needs and wants gave me purpose
ensure ring a confidential boost,
and now doth demonstrate
how remedial, and extracurricular activities
during and after class respectively,
combatted cognitive delay,
warding off bullies,
who did grate, humiliate
and interrogate, this middle aged
(he's a jolly good) fellow,
Johnny come late
lee to the "NON FAKE"
thrown into game of life
changing strengthened soul asylum
primary, secondary, and tertiary grades
where whipsawed,
pejoratively emasculated, jackknifed,
oppressed, traumatized, and yoked
hoary golem, unstintingly
bruiting, browbeating
and bamboozling gremlins
wrought zealous destruction.
Initially, it appears
Jackson Pollock's interspatial painting
"Ocean - Tribute,"
overtly oversteps the boundaries of abstract art.
And the eye struggles
to validate its bewildering beauty,
hidden amongst the dribbled droplets of paint!
But then, seemingly spontaneously,
the blobs and dapples of color
intermingle in purpose.
And you see a kaleidoscope of shapes
and forms merge and disperse
into limitless shifting patterns;
as your imagination
gains access to the artist's dream.
Unique to the beholder:
interpretations tap into the imagination,
to abstractly convey cemetery and fluid motion
in the natural cadence of chaos.
Beyond beautiful; it's breathtaking!
HEAVEN WHISPERS HER NAME
My days of the past
Comes to fore at last
Fulfilling desires of the heart?
The start of a known new path
Promise to keep a gem
I'll make her my emblem.
My Wisdom Sesay seasoning;
Skin glistering, voice blistering,
While I'm listening,
Whistling to the sound jingling.
Your whole thought's underneath my heart
And just like that...
We are gloriously gone,
Media world will be stun.
A journey into ourselves is on,
Voracious Voluminous appetites,
Overtly Overfeeding tonight,
Heaven whispers in my ears, thrice,
Flashing Genesis 24:15 in my eyes,
Visions sporadically visionize my Rebekah,
Televise my movie, pictures so spectacular,
Heavens whispers in my ears - Wizzy
Then my breathing becomes pacy
Though the weak night gets lazy
But reality I am facing,
My heartbeat sporadically racing,
The happiness of artificial waves,
Numb and insane in my dark caves,
Replaced by the green lights...
That bade me come over to new height,
Together in quickening of release
To leave this weary heart to easeful peace.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 2017.
Rewritten: 2020.
Pending next droplet, drip mirror spherical
Rolls speedily down leaf spine, drops sluggish
Earth splatter tsunami sends ants hysterical
Stunned dusk undergrowth inherits lush nourish
Urge pink ibis mini flamingoes fossick forage
Monstera nod, almond gaps dim heliotrope
Panther threads trunks, slinky seeker of prey
Teeming technicolor butterfly kaleidoscope
Ulysses sheen self propelled pages paraded
Overtly elated to give and receive nil sage
Umbrella edges bend, rotund umbra worms
Squirm in church of curving purple steeples
Polished olive flags flap, dancefloor foliage
Rune scribes in immaculate symbiotic terms
Accord overlaps then parts, calm sequence
Your forest of frolic pays hedonism homage
Excused from the mantra of hot fate frighten
Rain redeems rotted logs in soft moss christen
Scintillating hinterland halcyon happy village
Twenty Second of October
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