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THEY RATHER LIFT YOUR CASKET THAN YOUR DREAMS
Dreams are made
just like beautiful caskets.
Dreams can be waylaid,
even in reality outskirt.
Dreams do come true
but death has only one rule:
that is, the inevitability of death.
With colossal demands,
a dreamer rules the earth.
Despite your reprimands,
your corpse is lifted up
only to later undergo a drop.
To lift the casket of a corpse,
it takes 6 to 8 people max'.
Now, fathom the possibilities
and probability of the visiblities
of those 6 to 8 people,
eradicating portentous evil
in a man's life when actively alive
and save a soul about to starve.
Let's lift each other's dreams in life
rather than wait for the coming of death
to lift our casket while dissipating wealth.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? April 10th 2023.
Slowly it bubbled and seethed
rolling around my psyche
leaving magenta trails of rage
that were slick to the switch
I traveled a thousand paths
and read a million books,
elusively 'it' remained veiled
burning the lava heating my rage
I wore a domino and understood
nothing of your world,
living in a reality so skewed
it warped, buckling it imploded
in the debris among the questions
I laid in silent fury, breaking nails,
and peeling at the veneer of this mystery
I found an onion with a million layers
my search ceased as sanity fell
the novel idea of knowing vanished,
and now I no longer need to know
I release you from our undertaking
searching for the answer
I performed alchemy
I am now magically unleashed
on a windblown night
forever is moving forward
I go with it into the ether
Proving a point! An exaggerated ending
I see - I am drawing conclusions
An overstatement! Influential indeed
An extravagant means of spreading viewpoint
Ah! I write - I use it to exclaim
I end my proven thoughts with ability
Drawing attention to the written word
I see - you see ! You get the message I am sending
May it be imagery or reality , let there be reasons
With culture and thus cultivate the weed
Again with creation , a proven value and point
I write - we write - exclamation we claim
Gliding with the pen , word after word with agility
Fine motor skill development - and with an IQ
A beauty of language and never too absurd
Writing beauty with exclamation
I must say ! Complex for you still
I see the wisdom! Do you see the point?
Picturesque ! Vocabulary at its best
Again I proclaim the mental images
Astounding! To be exclamatory
And I thus, I see! my visions clear
My exclamation point! very clearly dear
When I read - I then seek the truth
Looking for the point - I still draw conclusion
That the exclamation therefore beauteous it may be
Not only proved a point! It may stupify me
And I know you are in there in your head
Truly listening to what is said?
He nods - she winks - I guess its true
The beauty of exclamation is really becoming of you
And I see imagery - I see rhythm
We teach - you listen - you write the words
And punctuate - I still amazed
That it will astound you too - silence is golden
You learned - the exclamation at its best
Sometimes may be used with some degree of protest
And in your expressions this I see, it stimulates
And indeed - with beauty it articulates
Wow! The point when used in prose
The words are brilliant and the point then rose.
In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...
Burning optics of set cycles
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.
I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids lights of delight.
Nanoseconds of thought, interact...
Spun perceptions like spiders at night
Memories are snared here in moments of silence
Of treason and crimes
Impressions die in optic’s artificial dawn
After the flesh, countless dry desires, expire...
In melancholy's pyres
Histories are burned to ash
Blow in endless winds of creations
Silent raging storm
Expression of birth and images die.
All bleeds at the edges of space
Crashing into star stuff.
Falling, buried in dead flesh
sunsets in a sea of oblivion
Faces awash in red flaring sand
like a car rusted machinery’...
Optics react
Date coalesces facts
The images blur
Information Redacts!
As I walk along a lonely path
…into oblivion...
to the edge of the sea, I emerge…
I stand and scan a Fractured Land.
I prepared the meal
In the twinkling of any eye
I placed flowers in your hand
That was foolish
Because soon things sank in the sand
We met again and reality set in!
We had some disagreements and
It seems we were finish before we even started!
Tell me, how did you go from someone I believed in
Into somebody so prideful
Taking what you need to feed your purpose!
You said you asked God if you should ask
But did not ask Him if you should leave!
I applaud you
Taking what you need to feed your purpose!
As you burn with anger
You showed your true colours
Your divorce melted the pain deep into your soul
You became cold
I was the one who was bold!
There was so much room in my heart
But things change the second Saturday and
I guess that stems from your divorce!
Even though you were older
You were colder
I never said I was an angel
Taking what you need to feed your purpose
But no worries
I guess I did the same
You view men in a different light
The fight in your life isn’t over
Even though you were alone so
Tell me, how did you go from someone I believed in,
Into somebody so prideful but
I guess that stems from your divorce!
I never said I was an angel
I applaud you
As you burn with anger
You showed your true colours
I don’t like what I see
Because I am no angel!
You are so prideful and
You made your beauty
Turn into ashes when you left
Mark Frank
[Written March 31]
Copyright 2022
Sunflower has yellow, orange, bronze, ruby red,
Lotus and roses have varying colors too;
The universe moves in its patterned rhythmic thread,
Bond of God and beings is harmonious true...
God the purest wisdom, knowledge, understanding,
Atman, the self is Brahman or Godhead highest;
Thou art That Essence and existence abounding,
I am God; divine; part of the truth unbiased...
The bond amid the being and the supreme God,
Udalak Aruni tells his son, Thou art That;
The scent of a flower in quality not flawed,
And God is never defined neither this nor that...
'Tat' the vital reality and 'Ivam' the self,
As cloth and the thread or flesh and the blood mingled;
As the body and breath as a celestial elf,
Each atom and particle Tat-Tvam principled...
As drop in an ocean or ocean and the drop,
As syrup in nectar or nectar and syrup;
God in being or being in God; hill or top,
The human being in the Absolute ends up...
I being Tat-Tvam and abiding with beings,
Reciprocity with humanity is innate;
If Absolute is in all, love be in dealings,
The world's God-filled; none and nothing ever to hate.
15 July 2021
Tat Tvam Asi Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Who am I? As they asked themselves
it has been a while since they have known
cannot identify, classify the source
forgotten the main dishes, with courses
a longtime name unknown
a shameless scene revealed
took upon another
cannot forget the others
discovered in reality
the reasons along the way
drowned with sorrows and no tomorrow
as they asked "who am I"?
a late stage in age
a will of determination
a success and a new career goal
unknown, they discovered the truth
as they are finding themselves
a past unforgettable
a future striving for the destiny
now realizing their real identity
finding the relationships that were lost
now was found
a family reunion reunited again
as they all surprised them with gifts
lots of hugs and smiles
was worth the while
finally, the results were revealed
no more secrets now found again.
Mixed with light, His grace sighs – a soft light, painting the mornings in new, the nights in a gentle hue, the moments in heavenly truths… by poet
In the cool of the morning,
While the heart feels new, softer
Than the seas who breath tears,
Whispering peace through the verses,
Poetry convinced that God’s hand,
Sturdy like the grace, prayed,
By those who hear Him in the day…
And, feel the silent flow of His spirit,
Dancing through the leaves,
Harmonizing with the wind and sea,
Assuring the believer, his faith
Is more powerful than any hope,
More beautiful than any tree,
More alive than the winds who breath…
In the clearest skies, the stars mingle,
With a clever host, pouring out joy,
Through the seas who tremble,
Yesterday’s music emptied into the heart,
Abiding on the inside of the one who knows
He is light and love – He is the music,
The mystery and the rhythm of a reality….
And, like the night who shivers with sweet kisses,
His love rises higher than the moon, revealing,
All the wonder, the melodies rich and influential,
Erasing the darkness with the sounds of light,
Flowing beyond the rains, the rivers, the rising
Of a heart who can see Him in the forest’s gentle,
Coloring the soul with songs of contentment,
Risking it all to show the love that He intended,
When He gave us these hearts who can feel…
Sentimental, like yesterday is beyond our memories,
Feeding on tears, fears and years,
With only the truth to feed the rain drenched
Flow of liquid faith, the faith who can see,
Beyond the doubts to the victories,
Through the dark that intercedes for a mercy
That is full of praise for the love who stays,
The love who has a way of saying…
God is in control and God always knows,
Whatever may come, through every right, every wrong,
There is the promise of a love that decides…
Wherever He is, there is the light – there is life.
Wherever He is, there is the wonder so bright,
The love that erases every fear, every fight, every feeling
That doesn’t believe Him – and the love that is so alive…
Yes, His love is so ALIVE!!!
My soul can see Him – my spirit believes Him!
I truly believe HIM!
A storm is brewing in the azure ether
Somber clouds loom with thunderbolts
Shadows enshrouded small seaside town
Tides crashes with ire against the rocks
Inner turmoil seethes in Lara's addled mind
Racing thoughts haunt through the years
Double personality was an escape from reality
Evincing the forbidden behavior by society
Cloudburst flooded the fishing coast by hours
Paralyzing a town when time seems stand still
Waterspout appeared in the fierce ocean waves
Desolating Cape Fishing Town without mercy
Shiny sun rays appeared in the sky after the storm
As a sign of hope between the desolated scene
Lara came out from the basement used as shelter
The inner and outer tempest concluded synchronously
For A Storm Is Brewing Contest
Sponsored by Kelly Deschler
Fifth Place
4-17-2016
Blasé
Totally proud of my achievement,
Completely understood by my friend,
Monumental progress made in no time,
When our ears to each other did bend;
Notwithstanding the usage time, long,
Of that moderate body, muscles spasming,
Irrespective of the disbelieving carers,
And complacent friends who liked tuning.
Ignoring my parents full throttle, blank,
He was faithful to my trust and love of him,
To my honesty and descriptions I’d given,
When at school I’d gone in to talk to him;
I’d got what I’d hoped for all my life,
A male OT to supervise and encourage,
My effort to make my dream come true -
And my success gave me pride, dockage.
It was indeed one of the best days of my life,
Of my passioned journey, time and career,
Because my quiet, contented knowing,
Became reality, proving that sanity was here;
I instantly became socially mobile, job,
I instantly knew i fitted in with the masses,
Who could dress themselves everyday,
Without a carer or spasmodic catches.