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Tomorrow
What will tomorrows light hold ?
What will be the stories told ?,
about us – the creators of tomorrows Dreams,
the life we have created - a new means,
that carries into tomorrow – what we will not see
of all they, from us, could ever be.
Can all that is caught by dream catchers, intricate, webs
be set free, fly, high above all tomorrow’s flows and ebbs ?
Will it be ?, only rainbows that fill tomorrows skies
or storm clouds – thunder and lightening – that fill the eyes
of mankind’s world, in tomorrows that never come,
or will time, like quicksilver, slip through life’s sum
moments, through the fingers of mankind’s future ?
Will the future never know a positive structure ?,
or will the future only be seen in shades of grays,
shade that make up man’s view of tomorrows days ?
The hours for mankind are getting late
and one has to wonder ?, what time ate
that tomorrow it will certainly regurgitate,
and shower him with his created fate !
B. J. “A” 2
April 2nd 2004
The earth opens its hungry gut looking at us
The earth opens its craving gut laughing at us
The heat is twirling meticulously in the dust
And big eyes are popping out of the sky
with an appetite that says do or die
The earth is yearning and munching at its gum
Sweet tooth sweet corn rising from the bottomless pit
And a solemn appetite mingled with a desire that is unfit
The inner core burns with lust and a strange desire
you cannot trust creeps slowly upon us
As the heat burns the outer crust vibrate
and the trees struggle to hold their gravity
and the animals run for safety
I begin my journey looking for food
I pass through village and town chopping down trees
And digging up ground
catapulting houses all around
My search for food takes me round and around
My search for food pulls down cities and towns
Every time you walk upon the earth,
You come in contact with spirits and dirt
Someone had occupied that rigid spot
Someone made that deadly shot
Though the dust remains on the earth,
Their spirit and soul live inside the outer crust
You might weep and mourn their memories,
or build a giant memorial in the sky but the flesh
will never come alive again ,
The earth is where it all began
with the sordid penitence of man
Speaking to mankind’s conscience
The memories of yesterday hang on fallen trees
Holding chunks of earth in its roots
and walking around in water boots
You cannot replace the fleeting time
And hold memories that are divine
It’s you and me that is walking in the middle of the sea
It is you and me that is yearning for victory
The life in you still remains strong,
And the passing of time cannot be framed.
The good or bad that you do,
have their appointments in the sun, wind and the rain
While you celebrate the gift of life many more will have to die
The earth is a reminder that mankind must pay the sacrifice
I walked the earth for a year without shoes
and I could feel the pressure when I step on the ground
The bile is bubbling up in my gut
And the saliva in my mouth tastes bitter
The earth with cracks and holes
and giant size tectonic plates
Are waiting patiently at the gate
Take the narrow road through the village
and cross over the river.
The earth will regurgitate.
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny
brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
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wand door full
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pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un
digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.
Give yourself
A round of applause.
You did pull one over on me
And laughed at my expense.
Well-done, grasshopper.
Well-played, but you revealed
The tricks of your trade in the process.
The jig is up, Mr. Swindler;
Now I get to laugh at you
Reuse them again to snow me.
You regurgitate the same old methods
To hoodwink and entrap me.
Haven't you no shame?
You're as transparent as cellophane;
so predictable I enjoy mocking you.
You bit me once and broke my skin,
But now I see you've got no teeth!
Born yesterday, my eyes
Are wide open today!
There's no magic in your sleight of hand.
I've got your number, and you're out of tricks.
You've tried your level best
To inscribe "fool" on my forehead,
But have you checked yours
In the mirror lately?
*work of fiction*
Date posted: 07/28/2021
The sonorous voice of God woke Jonah from his siesta one fine day,
Saying, "Arise! Get ye to Nineveh and I'll brook no delay!
I've volunteered you to go there and preach in that wicked town,
The people are very unruly - they need a good dressing down!"
"No way!", said Jonah, astraddle his ass to Joppa, fleeing from the Lord!
"If I can find a ship sailing for Tarshish, I'll try to get aboard!"
He paid his fare, went below and promptly went to sleep,
Just as the Lord caused a great tempest to come upon the deep!
The ship was in great peril - the captain shook Jonah awake.
"Hey, dude, call upon your God - see if He will calm this lake!"
Lots were cast to sort out their plight - Jonah drew the short straw.
The crew heaved him overboard and he landed in a whale's maw!
For three days and three nights he cruised about in this condition,
Praying, "Lord, I'll do anything! Deliver me from this perdition!"
The Lord heard him and brought his misery to a pleasant end,
Commanding the whale to regurgitate and deposit him on dry land!
Now this "whale" of an experience converted old Jonah,
And he vowed to the Lord he'd assume a new persona.
He scampered to Nineveh to offer a choice vis-a-vis heaven or hell!
The Lord blessed him, saying, "My boy, you did extremely well!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A door made from the haphazard weaving
of wood, rust, and ivy.
Smudged newspapers flap wings
in a heaving wind. Drowned birds
emerge from wet print. Barren condoms
spill to feed the mouths of empty cans.
The garden has no house.
Rubble and verge limn a floor-plan.
Weeds grapple, roots maul concrete.
Black bags regurgitate
bacon rinds.
A boy's found-treasure: a nickel can-opener,
a pen with a lady, whose clothes fall off
when turned upside-down,
a chewed Superman doll.
That night his closed eyes
fly over the city with a half-naked lady.
while a can-opener
slowly opens up adulthood.
AMALINA: THE QUEEN OF SHEBA
To the Queen of Sheba.
Unraveling of your thesis and your folklore
To devour your whole body in form of study
Zipping the raw facts in the mind's lobby
Trying to digest them, stew over them
As I reach for my wine glass stem
So I let them simmer on the back-burner,
The knowledge of you is never in conclusions
The whole of you: regurgitate all in discussions
Diverse shades of you cooked up in explanations
Hoping they do not seem half-baked from head to toe
Your eyes were glittering jewels that seized my soul,
Take me to Sheba and witness my ecstatic reign
And your dry ground be wet with heavy rain
To wash away your clumsiness and depression
And give your life sense of homeliness and expression
Sail with the westwind to blow you ashore
Right at the lake of rough diamonds,
The kingdom of King Vick the Solomon
To drink from the ocean of wisdom
And bask in the affectionate comfort of Cupid
Having being shot afar in the Queen City,
The Grenfell Tower couldn't shield you from these arrows of love
Emanating from the base of Lagos City,
The City that never sleeps and never seek pity.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 29th Aug. 2017.
Judge yourself as if life is contest
of who can embody
the most truth
Our experiences are fool proof
so forget the expectations
of those considered
wise
My eyes are fully free so all
I see are things that
have been eaten
by the whole of me
This life is a soliloquy & it vents
each and every thought
most perfectly
This symphony is orchestrated
by the one that creates
with boundless
intentions
So creative that its made
innumerable extensions
that connect
all throughout infinity
I've developed an affinity
for the mind
body
soul & spirit peaks
The holy spirit of which we
religiously speak or mention
is found in the words of those
that tirelessly seek
Be mindful of the wickedness
that arises under the guise
of false praise
It materializes to the lost
offering mountainous peaks
but don't be fooled
by words or light shade
The convolution & curves are
meant to misdirect so subtly
that you agree
with the confusion
Free yourself from the illusion
of self & dissect
with utmost respect
to who you came to be
Forgive yourself unapologetically
even if not seeing the truth
is unforgivable
tragedy
Earth is a masterfully woven
experience blanketed by
interchangeable realities
Its falsities are so real that even
you have come to believe
that you were born
to be a casualty
We're all soldiers in a war
casually shooting ourselves
down without
knowing
Remember to never stop
growing even if the battle
is hard & the thorns
won't stop poking
Those that eat lies will start
choking when they
regurgitate
Don't throw up but throw
down the inconsistencies
before they digest
& it's too late
Rain falls like the tears of some unseen god.
Tapping against my window like the persistent fingers of a pianist.
The music is out of tune, and the wind provides the groaning song.
I'm so used to it but I'm tired of starting over.
This emptiness eclipses the memories of feeling whole.
My life is a book full of pages falling out.
My tears race down my cheeks eager to escape my ugly face.
Sifting through discordant thoughts not sure which are real.
Mind trapped in a haze forever damned by fear.
This buzz in my ear is all too familiar.
Ringing out like church bells but also like an alarm.
If bliss cannot be found I'll drink until I find the abyss.
We're born to die, to be expendable.
The life of man is unceasing agony.
A wall once full of friends and loved ones is devoid of life now.
And all I have to show for my experiences is hate and crippling anxiety.
Every shadow becomes sinister.
Every noise is a nuke dropping on my mind.
I have been forsaken by reason.
And as the rain washes over my face I close my eyes.
With these tears I regurgitate the lies.
I'm a loser and sooner or later you know I'll be dead.
Sooner or later...I'll be dead.
Begone voice of venom!
You shan't intimidate me. You claim control? Wish to lay me low?
I stand firm.Your words hold no more sway.They are feckless.
You regurgitate ad nauseum the same toxic, pernicious recriminations.
And nibble at my conscience with whispers of peccability.
But you forget : 'I am absolved of guilt, free from bondage, deaf to your voice.
It is you who are imprisoned.
Too long have I indulged your presence. I release you -
Into the outermost stratosphere.
From which you will never, ever return.
24/01/19
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