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Owner gone, water bowl has spilled, and my anger is about to burst.
I won't die, I thought to myself in the morning, not concerned at first.
I accidentally slipped in that water, and my fur is thick and feels icky.
I am wet and mad and mean and disappointed and feeling sticky.
But licking water off my pretty fur is not going to satisfy me very long.
Dog offered to share her water bowl, but drinking after dogs is wrong!
So here I sit, in the crappiest of moods, expecting the worst actually.
I know Owner usually comes home but this is what I see, so factually.
Dog is lazy beast, passing gas so badly it makes this puss want to gag.
I decide to stuff something in his mouth, maybe a mildewing dish rag.
Hey! The sink’s faucet is dripping. I can hear it. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I’m not supposed to be on the counter, but this is a necessary trip.
I have to stretch my elongated pink tongue to get a little taste of H2O.
What else can a dying cat do? I stretch and get water on my nose.
My tongue snakes out mightily. I get a little taste, ah, refreshing drink.
A voice comes into my ears quickly. ”What are you doing in my SINK?”
There once was a much-desired piece of real estate nearby the estate of a king.
The property was coveted by the king and owned by a subject in his domain.
The king offered the above mentioned landowner a fair price, but he promptly refused to sell.
The use of eminent domain laws is said to have originated in the early 1700’s;
but this story took place hundreds of years before Christ. It refers to an evil king of a Middle Eastern country.
In a democratic republic, many properties are often secured by eminent domain.
In the above mentioned kingdom, the citizens also had rights to be honored.
The king was known to be evil, but even he deferred to the citizen’s property rights.
Though a king may be evil, he need not seek to do everything evil. So the king went home very sad, because he sincerely wanted that property. He said it was close to his estate, and owning it would allow him to expand his garden.
Nevertheless, it was not to be. That is, until the king’s wife got word of it.
The queen soon noticed the dejected and disappointing demeanor of the king.
Upon learning about her husband’s dilemma, the queen promptly resolved the king’s problem without further questions. The queen devised a lying and evil plot, and in short order, she had the man killed. She then confiscated his property and handed it over to her husband the king. The property owner had bravely exercised his right to sell or not sell to the king; but it cost him his life. Yes, the king had a reputation for being evil; but his wife the queen was far more evil than the king.
The exercise of our rights can be costly, and may even demand the ultimate price. However, the pain is greater, and the wounds are deeper, whether inflicted by the state government or by people, if rights are ignored. The evils of a State, whether it be a kingdom or republic, can only persist if the good people of the state do nothing. When good people are silent, the state is at great risks of doing evil. But when good people are vocal and prayerful, the state does good and serves them, because they exercise their rights. ‘The Good’ can only be realized as good people rise from their seats of apathy. Good people can only see and combat evils as they raise their heads from the sands of indifference.
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Look into the camera the mighty space man said.
Jon’s Cat was hypnotized, clobbered in the head.
We are taking over, honey, the alien said with a chuckle.
Jon’s Cat was mad. He wanted to give the guy his knuckle.
Take us to your leader the head of the rebels demanded.
Jon’s Cat understood, but he would not do as commanded.
His human was his hero, and he wanted to keep him out of harm.
So he bluffed, and he bamboozled, and he waylaid them with charm.
He finessed, and he fidgeted, and he fiercely fixed them hard and good.
He did what any wise, smart, wonderful, adoring, Kibble-loving cat would.
He led them away from his owner, down the hill to the Alien Catchers Pound.
Next he knew, Space Catchers had netted them. They were on the ground.
He was declared the hero, named Grand Marshall of Thanksgiving Parade.
He took Jon with him. They celebrated with sips of warm pink lemonade.
It’s the sixteenth arrest you’ve made, Jon said. What is your secret, Cy?
Jon’s Cat could not tell him, but he worked undercover for the Cat F.B.I.
Cuddly Paulette Doll with sweet smiling zest
Has found herself a gracious home that's blest
In our orphanage of compassion’s nest
Where she became my great gift, indeed best.
Paulette Doll was once lost to dirt-filled pest
Yet was recovered toward cleansing quest
Purified, sanitized to the fullest
For restoration’s glow, freshly purest.
In me as new owner, she feels safest
Since I call her, “My Darling Doll, dearest”
Now, Paulette Doll always wears pretty vest
While we both meet the Lord in prayer crest.
Paulette Doll and I rejoice* with the rest
Along orphans who hold dolls to our breast
Thanking God for fellowship bonding fest
Making us belong midst love so warmest!
*Philippians 3:1 Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord...
July 2, 2023
2nd place, "The Lost Doll" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 7/16/2023.
Somewhere in the bowels of purgatory lives a horned me-devil drinking tea
Most know he is too evil to comprehend, others run into him, including me.
We knew not to look into his dastardly devilish dank deadened eyes.
If we face him as an equal, our souls would never have opportunity to rise.
He swishes around edges of purgatory, throwing his weight and his coat.
Bleating in a weird dead way that makes you think of Hades monster goat.
words cannot describe what you would fathom if you ran into him in the dark.
If you can be kind and helpful, do it, to avoid his devil's owner scratching mark.
The year has begun with a massive explosion, in Japan it wasn’t a firework, but it looked like an experiment that had gone wrong. It started with a massive 7.6 earthquake that prompted everyone to evacuate, roads burst in two blocking the human path and burying the people in the dark.
An entire town was reduced to rubble, stirring up ancestral trouble. building material fell from the house forming heaps upon heaps, and rusty sheets of zinc scattered in the bushes, those houses must have been built for more than a century, at the slightest tremor of the quake everything fell apart in seconds and not one column was left standing.
And just across the square, a seven Storey building leans gently on the side, it looks like one of the earthquake model buildings that was rocking and rocking in the direction of the quake, but it never gives way.
There was no sign of human life around everyone was evacuated from the town, the supermarkets and business were empty and there were goods on the ground, but no one picked them up because it is forbidden to steal . The owner will come and find them in same way they left them, that is the culture in if Japan.
The predicted tsunami that had countries on high alert never came and everyone had to move to higher grounds before destiny marched into the town, but the miracle had passed and save the town from the strategic lost. It looks like an experiment that could not topple the city at midnight.
And just when I thought it was over the twenty twenty-four rhythm was just about to begin, one airplane coming in from the cold, landing on top of the little one that was bold both collide on the on the runway, one was going out and the other was coming but destiny done both of them in.
It did not spare an hour or a day the incursion happens right away. The passenger evacuates the big plane within ninety seconds, but the coast guard plane had one that was save and a big explosion set both planes ablaze.
That is the twenty twenty-four new year’s rhythm let’s begin!
CHILDREN AND THE PHONE
Children stumbling upon the wonder of a phone,
Can turn the mundane into a humor-filled zone.
Giggling and squirming, full of curiosity,
They stumbled upon a wild world of hilarity.
They tapped carelessly and swiped with glee,
Engaging hands on screen like a busy bee,
Unleashing memes & jokes for each other to see.
GIFs of dancing animals and wacky cats,
The children laughed until they collapsed.
Autocorrect played its mischievous part,7
Turning innocent words into works of art.
"Banana" became "bandana" in a bizarre twist,
Leaving the children in fits of giggles & jest,
The contents of the phone they couldn't resist!
Photos of silly faces and funny little hats,
A treasure trove of moments where laughter chats.
Snapchat filters turned them into aliens and clowns,
Duck-danced to the dull and danceable sounds,
The children laughed so hard, they woke towns,
Rolling on the floor & cracking with a bounce.
Their innocent play brought joy to the screen,
As each discovery made their laugher keen.
The phone became a portal to a world of hilarity,
A monumental sweet escape from reality's austerity.
But as time passed & the phone owner returned,
The kids couldn't stop the laughter they had sojourned.
But their mummy, silent & still, after her return,
Shook her head and smiled with little concern.
A reminder of the joy the children did discern.
For children stumbling upon the wonder of a phone,
Can turn the mundane into a humor-filled zone.³¹
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Snow came down hard
Harassing the roadside bar
Taking one more shot
Reminding himself, 'he was hot'
John proceeded to the lavatory
Without any worry
Mirror, he did reflect
No fear of the word 'reject'
Be aware
If you dare
Of the murderous affair
Advice I share
Ventured into the night
Seeking a romantic sight
Reality stated hurtful fight
"Goodbye, my dear knight
Our relationship is dead,"
Wearing the pearls he bought, she said
Be aware
If you dare
Of the murderous affair
Advice I share
Returning to the watering hole
Shivering and cold
Shocking we were told
Seductress commanded the stage
Half anyone's age
Protected inside a cage
Belting out a tune
Loving warmth came back soon
After being swooned
Patrons did say
Heating bill, owner electronically paid
Be aware
If you dare
Of the murderous affair
Advice I share
When the tempting tease was done
She approached the admirer, looking for fun
As for the haunting past outside
Confirming someone had lied
And died
"Those pearls fit you right"
Stranger mentioned, eyes bright
"They are a little tight,"
Informed the songbird, preparing for a deathly fight
Confirming fan, a nut
She kicked them in the butt
Finding a cell
Lonely, I must tell
Be aware
If you dare
Of a murderous affair
Advice I share
The continuing Saga of Zack Waverly
The Shoot Out At The KOA Corral
Six more days of dust and heat
along this lonely trail,
Although I thought
'Til I caught sight
of a horse, quite sick, and frail
There was no saddle on his back
no bridle and no reins
and as I rode a little closer
I could see he was in pain
I left my horse, canteen in hand
approached him very slow
Careful not to spook him off
I kept my voice quite low
and poured some water
in my palm and cradled every drop
and how he lapped the water up
I'ld thought he'd never stop
It took some time, to build some trust
Understanding his position
Tired, sick and all along
And in, such poor condition
I wondered who the owner was
who would treat a live like this
and so I looked and found the brand
which really made me pis*ed
It's been some years since I had seen
a brand that looked that way
but there it was, I knew because
I'd worked for KOA
Was I crazy to think I was entitled to your heart?
Oh, excuse me. This is exactly what entitlement looks like. The audacity, to even write in these exclusive parts.
How dare I put down in ink, my emotions or feelings about you?
If they truly ask, would you tell them the truth?
How crazy it is to think I stole your heart?
This heart that has only one owner and is only shared when it desires to, "but I love you".
Was I crazy to think I was entitled to your heart?
For me, to loan you mines, then for you to rip it apart.
Oh, excuse me! I guess I'm to blame, knowing I should have known better, "these" same games.
How crazy it is to think I stole your heart? Apparently, it wasn't mines from the start.
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