Long Peeps Poems
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Glorious brace glow from beams of shine
Yellow orange peeps streaming strip lines
Darkness disbands eaten by the sunset
Conjuring baby blossoms to life's sweat
Graciously drowning beating the twilight
Waving hope to a spick-and-span fright
My shining star, healing my aged scars
Into the sunlight, my knight on sight
New dreams burst jar, allowing spar
Top of the world, I find and whirled
Into the sunlight, spirits wake sprite
White no more tars, breaking all bars
Glorious brace glow from beams of shine
My shining star, healing my aged scars
(c) Olive ELoisa
May 09, 2014
2:53pm
Contest Name: Into the Sunset
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
8th place, Praise God! :)
Planned trips can be stifling and boring
As a spontaneous Gemini, I took a happy risk
I latched my kayak onto my jeep and drove west
Spoke to people along the way
One forest ranger suggested an isolated spot
It’s busy in the summers, but not at this time of year
The day’s skies celebrated with me as I disembarked.
Giant overseers in the way of mountains cheered me on.
There were no trills, peeps or whistles.
If there were birds, they were silent.
A splash in the water turned my head.
A circle of possibility was to my right
The water was cold, so I was glad I was wearing waders.
I pushed my orange kayak into the lake, loving the silence.
Sun spoke to clouds, and they floated off to another lake.
It was the perfect day to be alone with God.
POSITIVELY THROUGH HELL
They say: Nothing's new on this surface of mother earth.
The mouth that speaks life must have tasted death.
The eyes that sees optimism must have seen dead-ends.
The smiles that accentuates must have been puffs of sighs.
The life you see is the survival of close shaves of death.
We're masters of suppression of pain beneath.
Positive peeps are not just positive enough
because they skated through tempest of life.
They're positive cause they've got stories to tell,
scales to shell-off as they've been through hell
and decided not to live there anymore.
Positive peeps are eliminators of a terrible life sore,
They are the hell survivors of a great War.
Vick Manuel Poetry
{VMP}
COPYRIGHT© 11TH NOVEMBER, 2022.
In Europe they call us selfish just out for our own
but they just wanna use us and send money home
and that’s selfish you know,
survival is selfish is that a bad thing
selfish against Hitler forever lasting
thought we couldn’t get passed him
we’re still standing
he’s a has been
lets settle this Brexit is a political set up
Westminster over Brussels unelected
cause Westminster can be inspected
we vote for our leaders our peeps
yours are selected elites
we ask them to leave us but yours won’t
hold them responsible whilst yours don’t respond at all picking and choosing never accountable it’s you who's losing
who’s in a downward fall
the big group or island four
Independent whilst yours
instigate bent
how wars divided nations
now all joined in European Unification
bigger is better
when never
bigger fall harder
as chaos grows larger
the pound is stronger than the Euro
so you know
where to go
the EU
we leave you,
we’re better mate don’t need you
a weak group on a defeat loop
While starlight peeps through frames of my window
Adorning blossoms with graced loveliness;
I swagger in the yard to watch a glow
Luminescent as eventide’s caress,
That my eyes wander like a rosy dream
Captive by the dance of tranquility;
Where jays skitter on blazed feathers, upstream
Mirroring twirls from heart’s gaiety,
While Summer’s reflects fiery skyline
To touch this mystic heart of providence,
As Orlons of wishful trail entwine
This glint imbues a Magi's innocence ;
For lustrous pleasures lift my cheeks, to rise
To fall asleep, draped in starlight’s warm bliss;
And trace moments of heavenly surprise
Humming bird songs from night's lullaby kiss!
For White Wolf's Starlight Contest
Revised 4/17/2017
#My_Lookalike_Dilemma
Feels like a Curse, since my childhood someone somewhere looked like me, Nigerians call me Ogah, Somalians calls me Their Own, got punished for being a Lookalike, forced to witness my Purity feathers raffled, bruised from inside out,
fear cripples my bones, I'm never free nor safe, anywhere in this world, voices in my ears, of languages foreign to my own inquisition, cause commotions in mind, wanna break free, run without gazing back, my Lookalike haunts my peace,
troubled from dusk to dawn, shadows peeps through my sanity, I'm crowded by evil, pulling me sideways, trying to reap apart my already confused and scared self. I wanna go home to my mom, into her warm palms as she holds me and assures me of my safety, maybe there, I will die in peace, for there I'm no stranger, nor a lookalike, for there nobody questions my whereabouts or ask my name
wanna go back to my mom's womb, for its the only safe place I have ever been, this world is against me, would have chosen to be different person, came in different frame and pigment, but that's late and irreversible, my Lookalike made me a subject of scrutiny,
lift my eyes to the most high, underneath waters and beneath the Earth, take me while I still can say my plea, before this world take away my voice and judge me enough and prosecute me for crimes of my lookalike,
I'm no Lookalike but my mother's son, engrave my my real deeds to my tomb for I'm savaged by a Lookalike curse. My heart drips, drops of my fending strength, ebbing away and I reiterate, I'm no Lookalike but my mom's son
#Poetic_Ink
When night births the dawn
Young and meek, the sun peeps
A witness and guide to its path
Breeze is gentle and soothing
Conveying the creator’s mind
And blessing to mankind.
Like a newborn
Tears of joy from the heavens drizzled
Cooling the verdant meadows
And the landscapes.
Distant hills amidst the fog emerged.
Like smoke into the thin air;
The mist dissolves and fades.
Streams in a gentle flow,
And birds in the early glee,
Heading towards their diverse destinations.
The firmament sings the tunes of a raining day:
In this rumbling of thunder;
In this movement of the cloud;
And in this gentle wind turning wild.
Verse 1:
Pretty brown eyes, you know I see you,
Across the crowded room, a silent cue,
A flicker of something, a hidden desire,
Burning slow, fueled by the fire.
Got the vibe on smash, no need for a lie,
Spitting rhymes like a king, baby, I’m fly,
While the world spins ‘round, we move in slow-mo,
Feel the beat drop hard like it’s Tony in a dojo.
Heartbeat racing like a train on a track,
You bite your lip, girl, and I'm never looking back,
Lighting up the night like it’s 4th of July,
Hands up high, let’s reach for the sky.
Drink in my hand, toast to the life,
Roll with my crew, you could be my wife,
Swag on E, but the love’s on full,
You’re the queen of the night, let’s break every rule.
Chorus:
We gon’ party till dawn, let the music play,
In this club full of dreams, yeah, we drift away,
Pretty brown eyes, get lost in the thrill,
Feel that bass pounding, got the world standing still.
Verse 2:
Streets alive, neon lights illuminating,
Rhymes so heavy, you can feel ‘em vibrating,
Grinding on the floor, moving to the beat,
Sweat dripping down, yeah, we turning up the heat.
Got my peeps around, loyalty’s thicker than blood,
In this concrete jungle, we rise from the mud,
Hustle hard, party harder, that’s the motto we claim,
Bright city lights, we ain't ever gonna tame.
Sip that Henny neat, chase it with the vibe,
Stacking the good times, we all here to ride,
With you by my side, it’s a whole different game,
In the chaos of the night, love is never the same.
So let the DJ run it back, spin the record right,
Got that energy, girl, we shining so bright,
Pretty brown eyes, lost in the moment,
In this dance of life, we never gonna own it.
Chorus:
We gon’ party till dawn, let the music play,
In this club full of dreams, yeah, we drift away,
Pretty brown eyes, get lost in the thrill,
Feel that bass pounding, got the world standing still.
Briars scrape my flailing hand,
a fly drones overhead.
Prickly hedges drip with beads of squashed black fruit
basking in a sticky sun-lit mist.
Down this quaint unearthly country lane I tread.
Some strange presence, a mockingbird sixth sense
casts its unseen ring of watchful silence.
Drooping branch that creaks - spore-shedding fern,
covert ripple menace, symbolic dash.
Imagined signal from an imprint long ago,
long forgotten.
Ouch, you stung my ankle - spike green thistle.
Buffoon, sneak, playful oafish imp,
Joker in a deep, hollow crag.
Past issues seep eerily through an echo
of my downward plod.
Some granite rock peeps slyy upwards, straight up
through that wild and weedy labyrinth
where tortured souls dock.
A startled creeper darts from tree to tree,
shaken by a banshee scream that fills the air
with trauma.
Was that me or me hallucinating? The poor creeper cowers.
As the sun draws down its grey haze blind old batted eyelids squint.
Sahara heat my backpack on this lodestone march.
I gulp clay bake air, gasping, sos, leaf green dew
please slake this coarse vein thirst.
Is there a cul-de-sac that bears those footsole blisters inside my leather?
Or did I hear the bustle of a dim and distant road?
Relief road, release - eternal memory chaser fly.
Methinks the startled creeper knows a thing or two
I plod on.
Submitted : 14 th January 2022
Placid winter cuddles close, lacing exotic spring.
Tapestry of flowers, birds in heavenly wings.
Wakes up a green canopy, exalted in chirpy trill
Peeps, cheeps in rhythm, clatter in medley thrill.
Dappled throat, bright feather, flitters branch to branch.
Gyrating chest in trees, notes perch in avalanche
Tra la la.. chick a dee dees cheer, orchestra in chorus.
Red blue Robin, Cardinal...songbirds..so gorgeous.
Songs of love, waddling dance, bugles of mating calls.
Titillating tunes, virulent envy, conceals clever eyeballs.
Nuzzling beaks love wives and chicks, "its my territory."
Crescendo of man and bird..isnt it the same love story?
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It is established that songbirds sing with the
objective of attracting female mating partners
and also to broadcast their range of territories.
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16th February 2019
PLACED FOURTH in Songbirds Contest of Tania Kitchin
PLACED FIRST in Brian Strands Feb 2019 Contest