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WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE
Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your beautiful euphony, word fusion
When the beginning of two you can't even denounce.
Six months will turn sixty years, hopefully,
Only if you refuse to pull off the plug.
Hope to reminisce your days in the solitary.
Scattered equations be fixed like a computer bug
Malfunctioning & calculating 2 plus 2 as three.
Why is the newly wedded Man called GROOM,
And the woman, full of mystery, called BRIDE?
Her chromosomes which is genetic info room
Is like a deep ocean even as you swim with the tide.
Wedding day was when you 'ere commissioned as GROOM
For the new task of a durational long learning passage.
Nobody calls her WIFE on wedding days but BRIDE,
Your Union overtime will birth it's own adage:
Man "grooms" his BRIDE to become the WIFE.
That's why Men are called "Bridegroom" when he's trending,
Grooming connotes patiently nurturing, teaching her to thrive,
Helping her become and carefully tending.
The altar is for two madly-in-love MATURED mates,
Patiently inclined to groom and to be groomed.
High expectations may automatically results to hate,
To become a WIFE she must be graciously groomed,
It doesn't mean one has the edge.
Before thinking separation, have you groomed her?
Give time for understanding, your universe will merge.
The HAND will need to be patient with the PUZZLE
Else a scattered piece, a show of tumbled King,
Broken Queen will surface, alongside dilapidated Castle.
She's to be your WIFE but still your BRIDE inspite the ring,
Just GROOM the BRIDE, don't painfully hustle
Cos your Union isn't a semantic struggle tussle
If only you follow Divine steps to avoid the hassle.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 7th May, 2020.
“THERE IS A DARKNESS Peer through the rippling, thinning veil into that darkness"
By Sponsor John Lawless
Confessing she was a witch my very best friend, whom I hadn’t seen for many years,
Contacted me again after nearly four years begging me to meet her. She was in tears.
She insisted our meeting place be by the black rock on the other side of the lagoon.
Its only accessible by foot. It was dark when I arrived, she messaged “be there soon.”
Ebony shadows fall across the ground and I experience a chill as I hear vile screaming.
Fear fills my form as I begin to tremble, taking wider strides, wishing I was dreaming.
Billowing black clouds hover overhead, block the moonlight and swallow the shadows.
I’m now rendered sightless as complete darkness hides foliage ahead all trees and aloes.
Screams are replaced by a cackle that draws ever nearer, my fear turns to dread.
Stumbling though the dark abys blind to see anything that may lay in wait ahead.
Two bright red lights appear to me, and as I approach I see they are bloodshot eyes.
Trying to stay calm, its impossible as I shake and quiver the danger I realize.
I know right now I have to escape, get out of this place.
Staring at me, I try to flee. I feel a cold hand clutch my shoulder, I see its face.
Its satanic features make me quiver in fear. What have we here? A mortal I see !
The creature isn't human it has a foreboding sinister look , the devil it must be.
A soft light shines to where a woman stands clad only in a gossamer sheer gown.
She is shackled and held by two grotesque creatures. They now push her down.
The grip of the cold hand grows stronger and it places a hand around my neck.
I fumble for my phone but its out of charge. No charge left not even a speck.
My eyes grow more used to the dark I see dozens of zombie like figures appearing.
The woman is my friend, she calls for my help, but I am frozen and totally fearing.
They have chosen you for a sacrifice she calls to me in a terrified tone.
They will drink your blood because Satan has just now chosen you for his own.
My body is weak I cannot speak never have I felt such fear, in this pit of decay.
Suddenly they all pull off their masks, with great gusto call to me Happy Birthday.!!
Seventeen thousand special K
vanished into thin air
in one fell swoop life savings
fraudulent fiend did clear
yours truly duped
courtesy scammer with consummate flair
rowdies in peanut gallery doth jeer
raucous insult to injury outware
any remaining shred,
where peace of mind concerned
unraveling threads feeling victimized
Harvey Specter's lobbed hand grenades
fractured, exploded, destroyed... psyche
how mean spirited and unfair.
Amidst din in noggin
analogous to tower of Babel
meaningless mysterious cable
enclosed holding key
to deliver remuneration
bringing tears of joy
and Hollywood ending
to torturous surreal fable
decrypted applying
following conversion table
7.15 6.21.14.4 13.5
fiasco from fraudster
(fiendish) frazzles father
would elicit flickering salvation.
I still haint reckoned with reality
and shake me head in disbelief
mourning forsaken legal tender
while yours truly merrily
strolling along information superhighway
unexpected encountering grief
sorely missing nest egg
linkedin with devilish scheme hatched
when computer hacker
impersonating Apple technician
lured me into a virtual net.
He (who spoke
with a clipped English affect)
his trust earned,
though no questions I asked him,
thus never double checked
truthfulness of authenticity
regarding his being credentialed
by Apple Computer Company
only after the fact painfully learning
checking and savings accounts wrecked.
Expertise with fleecing
sheepish folks like me
most likely found him laughing
all the way to the bank
donning poised demeanor ernest and frank
allowed, enabled, and provided
being emboldened, empowered
to pull off heist,
which legerdemain possibly refined
playing many a boyhood prank
pull the wool over my eyes
and extracting legal tender
he slyly, knowingly,
and deftly did yank
key personal information
compromising willpower to remain alive,
whereat suicidal ideation
(via prescription medication overdose)
teases as modus operandi to escape
death by a thousand cuts
unsure how I can weather insolvency,
a bitter battle to survive
and bear witness to monies thrive.
This same sorrowful solstice crept in
More fiercely than ever before;
And the lamented soul from within
Howls in somber, grieving its loathsome lore.
How must it stay away from thine ether?
For thine ether grows to be overachieved,
But it lingers untouched from neither,
Longing for an escape you never would've believed.
Eager to flee this world of soil and seas;
The essence of ambition in arts and the past hunger
Thrives upon the people it ought never to please.
Though this ether's murmur couldn't go on any longer,
It was becoming grim to pull off a convincing act.
However, its fabled, trembling destiny will begin.
And this perpetual mortal knew for a fact,
This same sorrowful solstice crept in.
Mama's kitchen;
somethin missin,
daddy used to bring home;
dead rabbits and squirrels,
cut up their carcass;
pull off the fur,
blood all over the table and floor;
the green oven in the corner,
has a smell up crimson burning;
whole peeled potatoes boiling,
skillet of frying liquid homemade gravy;
my daddy was a chef,
cooks any and everything from scratch;
grandma Rudell in the living room she'd walks into the kitchen.
~She says son, "cook on well done"~
you see mama could cook too, but she married my dad a navy chef
Who learn how to cook from scratch from his aunts and grand ma
man O man everybody comin in runnin into "Mother’s Kitchen"
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)assignment
Dedicated to my Father Joseph Lee
Grandmother Rudell Robinson
Great-Aunt Susie
Mother Annie Bell Ross Lee yes all those tasty blessings happen in my mama's kitchen
at 3933 North23rd street, yum
On a cowboy Christmas in the west.
Another cowboy Christmas song and dance.
Driving our herd.Drinking our ale.
As we make our way.Along the trail.
Ranch lights glistening.
Children listening.
To hear; Santa's sleigh bells in the snow.
On a cowboy Christmas in the west.
I think this Christmas.We'll be blessed.
We'll drive our cattle.Pull off that saddle.
Then we'll get ourselves some rest.
Ranch lights glistening.
Children listening.
To hear; Santa's sleigh bells in the snow.
On a cowboy Christmas in the west.
Our cowboy Christmas is the best.
Firewood burning.Charcoal churning..
Santa Claus smiling with the rest.
Ranch lights glistening.
Children listening.
To hear; Santa's sleigh bells in the snow..
Cowboy Christmas Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2005,2014..ALL rights reserved..
there was this game that we all played when we were little tots
we would pull off a flower's petals while saying, he loves me, he loves me not
but if we were to play this game in regards to ourselves
would we be honest in saying, I love me not, I love myself?
the act of self love is inferred in the word of God
to love oneself as God has loved you from the very start
for love is a verb it's an action projected towards a person, place or thing
but to love oneself what does it comprise of and what does it truly mean?
so if loving oneself is a given, why do people commit suicide?
if loving oneself is normal behavior, why do people have self-loathing inside?
are you in the loving zone? are you capable of loving at all?
are you in the loving zone and can you respond to God's call?
to love yourself as God loves you
to have a respect for yourself that comes shining through
now Jacob was in love with Rachel so for her hand he labored seven long years
but when it came time her father took advantage of Jacob
who was drunk on good cheer
Laban gave Leah to wife instead as she was his eldest daughter
Laban said this is our custom but for seven more years I'll give you the other
now Jacob loved Rachel more than Leah but no progeny did she give to him
but Leah unloved by her husband provided him with six healthy children
but God loved Leah as she was a devoted disciple of Christ
and that is why He blessed her with the gift to give life
never let the devil in your ears whisper any disbelief or doubt
love yourself as God loves you and it will somehow always work out
do i love me? do i love me not? that is the question in life
do i love myself with a passion like my Savior Jesus the Christ
now when God blesses you while you're in the loving zone
don't allow demonic influences to come between you and the Heavenly Throne
as it's all about the right relationships that you develop in this life
to love yourself, to love others and to have the love of Christ
Form:
Man Sang" Lonely is a Man Without Love"
Tuba and french horn say...
Whump, whump, whumpah-lumpah, whump, whump!
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While out and about
an unexpected over bare ring bout
to defecate arose,
where sphincter asserted clout
and would excrete
despite without doubt...
if closing distance
(to reach rental abode)
beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle
transmitting excretory code
set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded,
and wooded make shift commode
and essentially for naught negating
toddler toilet training, sans
getting potty trained undone
via my tushy ready to explode
and blast immense solid waste byproduct
(oh...close to the size of Rhode Island)
thus a marathon race against time
found immediate readiness to pull off roadside
to access make shift water closet
generating image firmly in pooping mode
grabbing hold of a tree trunk
(a mini rocky horror picture show, -
this analogy included for no particular reason
other than as a non-sequitur)
and also to convey, how I tried
to allay distractions
while painful contractions flowed
(perhaps approximating woman
on verge of giving birth)
but...no matter, aye could envision,
an ever increasing heavy m*****f****** load
hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments
this chap abandoned
prior simultaneous evacuation plan
starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk
(nonetheless, thy darting darting
anguish, futile lizard like lookout,
a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush
even for a measly Georgian bush
quickened nsync with rectal spasms
visual scouting industrialized
where backhoes didst crush
once a time sacred happy hunting grounds
of native Americans, now royally flush
with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush,
where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush
puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush
a doo doo about nothing) except sprint
ting to the verizon with a void push
immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush
peopling infrastructure affixing
urbanization with lamb basted,
and sigh lance warrior whoosh!
Long I hoarded my priceless treasure of silver
coins hidden from her unsuspecting glance,
this alloy of glittering metals was a curse;
I kept it guarded as gold in a greedy manner.
If the daintiest daisy is plucked to guess the other
lover's thought, I pull off the petals of this blue rose
to undo all the delusive images embellished in prose;
isn't truth a spring from which gushes only pure water?
Once lips are kissed, a sworn promise is forever sealed;
I forfeited mine by giving her less and receiving more,
selfish heart: your guilt is the palpable beat of my sad
regret stripping passion of feelings that no longer implore.
Other women's eyes with that pretty shade of light blue won't
be a strong attraction to me: yours never fades into any sunset.