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Author Dana Redricks
March 30, 2021
Father help me, I feel like I'm free falling. Spinning out of control the rain is falling, and tears dropping. Feeling so much pain. It's only You who's keeping me from going insane. Drip, drip, dropping I feel like I'm drowning in my sorrows, but I know it won't help, because the problem will just be there to face me tomorrow. Lord I'm calling on You, I'm trusting You to get me through. I don't have to pretend with You. I know You see my pain. Come break these chains weighing me down. In You is where my true hope is found. Pound for pound I know You won't let nothing bring me down.
Surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure,
bring it on, union or naught, clocked watchers,
measures measure, pound for pound, face to face,
Curt or wordy, conscience be top-notchers,
as precious song of convenience, eeks breath.
Stage of a day's bliss follow edge to edge,
affair due course of day's light, naught Macbeth.
Fingered tip trace a fashioned grin, lips wedge
made verse presets rhythmically, whispers
to soft caressed, infant coos to gold.
A mime mimics, entertainment lifters,
puppy love hugs, sweethearts caress, gramps hold.
Be he the fourth wiseman of the Magi?
Ascends a moon, grays an eye-fools goodbyes.
STARING DEATH IN HIS CORNER
I'm not the best pound for pound
boxer trading blow for blow
This bout won't end in this 36th round,
battling from the cradle from the set go
when my eyes refuses to behold life's wound,
uninterested in deciphering life's code show,
from when my wailing became a sound,
this boy baby became life's Eskimo
And you death, stare a brother in the face.
Despite the scar from the Diviner's torment,
He who bare in hand the enamor of grace,
The Father of all and the master of your fate,
you came for The son all to number his days.
But this in-ring soldier is born to fight & be great.
Pain you bring is sweetener enroute my eternal place.
IF I FEEL PAIN, I AM ALIVE
surviving like the edge of a knife.
IF I AM ALIVE, I CAN FIGHT,
triumphing over thee day & night.
IF I CAN FIGHT, I CAN WIN
(while trumpet of my victory keeps blowin')
because that's what Victor's do.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Chandler Sonnet
Copyright© April, 2021.
"The World is smaller because the people are closer," ... by the Poet.
There's something singular needs to be said,
mind the conduct or stature -- latter's best,
the subject at hand is of size; nay zed,
a bit of getting used to it, instead,
back to size, and the matter is: smallest.
I am a grain of sand; a granule.
mere speck for wind; Songwriters number ONE,
teeny, weeny, bikini -- minuscule.
We're a-cursed, placed here to be ridiculed,
and later, decoratives for Won Tons.
Yes, I see the beach and I see myself ...
as the beach, and not disjoined from the beach.
I must be set asunder, as oneself,
divided, must be by species: itself.
One; a power number -- practice: what's preached.
So I am that I am, a grain of sand,
having made my worth this, Real Estate Earth,
pound for pound dug graveled ground, sand bound hand,
and then performed righteous change aspired land
for purposed goal nears, a wealth of souls worth.
Bidst's for king and country; Hip, Hip, Hooray,
No venture, no gain; go and drop your name,
We'll care for the shop, while you go and play.
With rolled-up sleeves looking busy all day.
Countered balance tilting pressure life's game.
Preceding parody and paradox
purposed reasoned goals: harsh realities.
Lifers; stalking the clocks like flocks of hawks.
Bobby socks donning Ft Knox nighttime rocks.
One good turn earns another: Guarantees.
(Tomorrow?)
Epilogue:
.
Treble naught your psalms furlong ...
Who grows the dare
and distant flare
who knows the role
of clouds in the air
There is a whole world out there
They cannot see it
They pass right by it
They pass right through it
They who possess the power of sight ...
... sight also possesses
... a grain of sand
Doing Time is not easy but it's something that I gotta do/
Survival of the fittest so this how I gotta move/
I'm not the strongest so I got a lot to lose/
Pound for pound round for round I got a lot to prove/
Every night I go to sleep paranoid and schizophrenic/
In my prison cell feeling like they're trying to get me/
So I sleep with one eye open and a shiv in my mattress/
Can't let them catch me off guard tweaking like an addict/
I can't enjoy my yard with other people playing ball/
I gotta watch my back so my back against the wall/
My hand on my shiv alert 24/7/
Can't even trust my own kind or anyone for that matter/
Everybody gangbanging trying to earn a few strips/
I refuse to be a victim so I'm playing with my knife/
Survive by any means is the only thing on my mind/
Fighting through these dark days waiting on the Sunshine/
Doing what I gotta do just to get by/
But I won't be a punk so it's respect me or die/
I got years to go but you know how that go/
If somebody cross the line they have to add more/
I know the game and how it go, when they think you a punk/
Try to bait you in with funny talk to make you a punk/
Or call you out to fight just to see if you'll do it/
If they do, you better fight for your life or get ruined/
I don't care if you're 4' 2" and they're six eight/
You better grab a weapon be ready to bang/
Let the whole unit know you stand as a man/
You gotta build your reputation of not caring/
So the next dude thinking he tough will give up/
Your best bet, is to mind your own business/
Because if you do anything they'll find a witness/
The game is not the same cuz they'll add fifty years/
They're playing dirty games and they'll lie to get it/
Don't try to kick it, just do your time/
But if it's going down, make them respect your mind/
How do i break the hate for Gods sake.
How do i escape the coil of the snake.
Life is not real death is my fate.
Body's cold it's starting to shake.
Soul is broken it's filled with hate.
Watching thru the eyes of someones hell.
Wishing my soul wasn't for sale
Living my life under a spell.
Speaking softly when I want to yell!
Feeling the world go round and round.
Chasing that special evil sound.
Me and nothing are pound for pound.
Having a fear of evil clowns.
Watching my loved ones disappear.
Trying to not shed a tear.
The power is pulling its almost here.
The wheels are broken im trying to steer.
The shadow is coming im full of fear.
How do i break the hate for gods sake
How do i escape the coil of the snake
Watching the dirt disentagrate
Human flesh evaporate
A simple sin is all it takes
Blood runs cold theres no mistakes
Form:
When packing for a trip to where
The weather’s always iffy,
It’s hard to know just what to take
So you’ll be looking spiffy.
The same advice is given by
Experienced conveyors,
And that is you should plan each day
To dress yourself in layers.
I understand the concept, but
The execution’s tough.
Some t-shirts, long-sleeves, sweaters –
Will that combo be enough?
Or else my suitcase will weigh more
That I do, pound for pound;
And shedding all those layers,
That’s a lot to schlep around.
Whatever clothing makes the cut
Will be what I will wear;
And once I’m there, I have the feeling
That I just won’t care.
The world is turning upside down
Covid 19 is all around
Numbers are growing without bound
Protests, killing, riots
and lots of bloody fights
The world is turning upside down
Most of the world leaders are just clowns
The best in the world pound for pound
For telling lots of lies
While the world just cries
The world is turning upside down
Who the hell is the fkn crown?
And why is she wearing such a fancy gown?
Statues are tumbling
As the crowd is are a'rumbling
The world is turning upside down
2020 will go down with a frown
Never in history to be found
Lots of people will die
No matter how much they cry
Life has been normal and strange, exciting and lame
Fought, begged, pleaded. Just to play the game
Wished and dreamed of fortune and fame
Searched for an escape from all the pain
I’ve been good, I’ve been bad, everything else in-between
Worked hard, slacked off, lived dirty and clean
Been innocent and guilty, on my own, on a team
Acted stubborn, easy going. Faced reality, chased a dream
I’ve gone through ups, downs, good times and bad
Comfort, fear, stability, chaos. All I have had
Seen miracles come from no where, Tragedies happen fast
Both pride and shame can be seen in my past
I’ve won some, lost some, been first and been last
People have praised me, stones have been cast
Experienced the easy life, with no responsibilities to mention
Busted my butt and partied it off, ignored, paid attention
Been betrayed and forgave, sinned and sought redemption
I’ve been dismissed, I’ve been chosen, held back, had ambition
I loved drugs and hated them, I’ve said yes and I’ve said no
I’ve done them, they’ve done me, decided they had to go
Some memories are treasured, the lessons more so
Through it all I got lucky, this I do know
Done some impressing along side some disappointing
Finally felt true love and yes it’s worth the waiting
Seen my care free days become non-existent
Became a wife and mother, never knew what I was missing
Been kicked when I’m down, been shoved around
Been loved by the best of them, pound for pound
Put myself out there, fallen face first to the ground
As for the future, well, who knows what’s to be found
I was six
When safety died.
My father
Home from war
Would drink whiskey
Straight from the bottle.
Veins full of firewater,
Filled and spilled,
Fighting off his pain.
My mother locked the door
To keep that pain outside.
She did not want her children
To experience his fears.
Our house, a fortress,
Bastion of Love against
All Nightmares of the world.
When the rumble of
The Pounding came.
My sister Corky,
One year older,
Was the first to cry.
The Pounding loud
As any storm
Our house
Had ever known.
The Great Oak Door
Began to splinter
As we huddled
With our Mother,
Nearly smothered
Against her breast.
Three hearts as one
In fearful rhythm
Matching the Pounding
In our ears.
Pound for Pound
Until the door
Gave way to
Anger’s Thirst.
Split and ruined,
As my Father,
Running from his War,
Crashed into Hope,
Pleading with
Each Curse
For Respite
And Relief.
The door
Between his world
And ours
Now splintered,
Broke,
And Gone.
Giving up and
Giving way
As he had done
Years before,
Losing the battle
Between himself
And the Horrors
Of War.
With the death
Of that
Oak Door
Came the death
Of our safety
And the Destruction
Of a Family
That was
From then,
Forever lost.