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Ill Wind

Someone on the TV
told me bright sunshine
red sky at night
the outlook is fine
and the app on my phone
says blue skies are due
but when has the forecast
ever been true
it seems like the Sahara
with no oasis in sight
and just another foolish dream
to see me through the starry night
a voice on the radio
said the storm will disperse
things won't go south
or take a turn for the worse
but it's an ill wind won't blow
all the grey clouds away
no matter what
the weatherman may say
it was an ill wind
blew for you to stray
and it's an ill wind
won't bring you home today
Form: Rhyme


VISION OF A TORMENTED WORLD

The din of darkness,
 The cacophony of impostors,
 The symphony of ignorance,
 The decadence of progress,
 Colonial heritage,
 The empire of the pharaohs,
 The agony of the pyramids,
 The ordeal of free men,
 The heat of infernal furnaces,
 The burden of ancestral tortures,
 The cradle of humanities chained to hatred,
 The lament of immemorial torments,
 The tale of forgotten shadows,
 The macabre mass of intertwined destinies,
 The accelerated decrepitude of fallen hopes,
 The stigmata engraved on the parchment of time,
 The funeral howls of a persistent memory,
 The sepulchral embrace of an eternal night,
 The tumult of trials in the scars of history,
 The flashes of an untamed reality,
 The epic of souls thirsting for redemption.
 Proselytes and orators with fiery ideologies are ready to spark a conflict whose repercussions could shake the very foundations of society.
 Land of asylum, sanctuary of xenophobes,
 Doors of the chapels of drug addiction,
 The reconquest of frustrated nostalgics,
 The liberation of supremacist rantings,
 The silence of the proletarians,
 The promotion of social inequalities,
 If monotheism were of divine essence,
 Racism, slavery and colonization
 Were not going to be sanctified,
 In their so-called holy rags.
 The conspirators demonize the plots of the marginalized,
 The manipulators have an army of fanatical parrots,
 The future of the earth is punctuated by catastrophes,
 These madmen are already exploring the stars,
 There will never be peace on this cursed planet,
 The rich need the chaos generated,
 Through war, misery, corruption and plunder,
 The tombstones pile up,
 Taciturn spectators of human tragedy, erected in a landscape devastated by the ravages of ephemeral power and limitless greed.
 Political extremists and religious fanatics
 Preparing for the final confrontation,
 Africa will be the next global battlefield,
 Sub-Saharans think they are escaping the horrors of poverty,
 By crossing the Sahara on foot and swimming the Mediterranean,
 While the multinationals of the new world order take advantage to plunder the natural resources of their subsoil.

Just a Kiss From Her

Just a kiss from her

 

I am in the clouds and going to heaven

My wings are mighty enough to fly

The sun is in my hands and

the moon is running to hide in the clouds

Stars are glittering to show me the way to heaven

 

I am walking in the desert of Sahara

in the days of hot summer with my bear foot

In that desert

Millions of oasis are welcoming me

with a plenty of fruits and water

 

Gods are moving here and there

To bless me at my convenience

They are asking my time to meet me to talk

They are wandering with a wine of mirth

to give me and to cheer up me there

 

Plants are calling me to submit their roses

to praise me and to honor me as her lover

How these miracles have happened in my life

Just  a kiss

Yes Just a kiss of Her have created  this new world

I Have a Dream

I have a dream 
I can see it so clear 
Almost like a film 
Only its not so rare 
Not like Luther' I fear 
Not whites with blacks 
In the same sacks 
Eating and drinking 
At the same table. 
My dream is simple- 
To see black and black 
Bend their backs 
And get to work 
With love in their hearts 
And hope in their mind 
To see blacks all over the land 
Unite for common good 
And secure the future 
For generations yet unborn. 

I dream of a new nation 
Flowing with milk and honey 
Free for all to share and enjoy 
A land of peace and stability 
Where hard work and honesty 
Are essential virtues! 
From the Niger to the Sahara 
Across Rwanda and Uganda 
Down to the sunny city of cape town 
All around the globe 
Every where black is represented! 
Then I will smile and say- 
I'm proud am black 
A Nigerian without apologies! 

Yes! I have a dream.

Parallel Lives

You should know
I’m not who I am
The one who you see living an everyday life
Being paid for the job he’s doing 
Sometimes with pains in his back 
Or in his knees
The triumph of stupidity giving him migraine headaches  
He who reads the papers and hears the news
And drinks with his friends or alone
And smokes an old pipe secretly so his wife doesn’t know
He who worries about the lives of kids 
And struggles to write the unwritten 
 
I am a man who makes his life far from here
Who explores unknown places in the earth
Who nips in the bud monstrous hurricanes 
Who holds a tight leash on flooding rivers and spins energy 
To light up the night
Who reveals through the cosmos the history of creation
Who helps find the names for new stars 
Who takes protons apart like shelling walnuts
Entering through quarks 
To get at matter’s secrets
Who can make the dumb speak and deaf hear 
Tuning in to the world’s cacophony 
Who appears in the path of barbarian hordes
And crushes them
Who destroys wild dictators 
The minute they step away from their thrones
And people wake up smiling 
Who finds the roots of medicines for each disease 
Who undoes the greenhouse effect 
Saving the world from global warming
And in the evening
After conducting a giant orchestra 
And a chorus of a million children in the Sahara desert
That he has caused to blossom with olive trees and oranges 
Returns to his home 
To lie only a little bit tired 
Near the quiet breathing of his beloved wife.
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Premium Member Much More Than a Dream

It came in with a flash
Lighting up the Sahara Desert
Most of my troop was asleep

I had a precognitive feeling 
Sat up and starred to the east
My pal Hal’s mouth was loudly snoring

Space travelers came toward me
Riding strange unknown fast-paced animals 
I had never seen anything like it

Travelers with oddities too unusual to explain
I stared at them, open mouthed 
Are you from outer space? I wondered. 

The night stars’ glow enhanced their scariness
I was petrified and began to shake.
A forklike thing paralyzed me.

When I awoke they were gone
But my knee had a prong mark.
It was much more than a dream.

Premium Member Cosmos

COSMOS

            Star twinkling on sky is not small
            but blazing gaseous huge ball  

           Cosmos knows no bound.	
           Astonishing Universe around.

           Fantastic awesome display.
           Nebulae Galaxies in array.

           Cosmic rays ceaseless shower.
           we are ignorant, unaware.

          We are blessed by Sun, feel wind,
          live on Earth with Nature entwined.

         As Sahara Desert holds a particle of sand
         Solar System in Universe has similar stand.    

         Too tiny, micro placement of the human race.   
          In infinite boundless cosmos where is my place?
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Hello Dummy

A fabulous career in acting and stand-up comedy
all started in nineteen twenty-six in New York City.
At an early age, you appeared on stage for many to see.
For a couple of years, you left your routine of comedy,
serving your country in World War II in the US Navy.

Your returned from the war, and earned a prestigious degree
at the Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City.
Your classmates were Jason Robards, Anne Bancroft, and Grace Kelly.
In films “Run Silent, Run Deep” and “The Rat Race”, you would be.

However, your forte was on stage with stand-up comedy.
You said, “Come in Frank! Make yourself at home and hit somebody”
to Sinatra, and “Hello Dummy” to Johnny Carson,
as well as other big stars that included Dean Martin.
You are hilarious as an insulting curmudgeon.
However, everyone knows it’s part of the act for fun.
Your success continued on some shows on television.

You appeared on stage in Las Vegas at the Sahara
as well as other hotels such as the Riviera.
Your act goes to Reno, Lake Tahoe, and Atlantic City.
People flock to the showrooms to see your great comedy.
You have had quite a career, and your fans are a big plenty.
You are still going strong today past the age of eighty.

Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and the website of Don Rickles www.thehockeypuck.com.
Form: Rhyme

The Unicorn

THE UNICORN

Ever seen a more beautiful sight?
She is drowning into the wind
All sail set,
Triple tangled,
Purple pearl gears,
Glittering glassy artilleries,
Unrivalled weaponry.
Isn't she a beauty
She's got the wind behind.
Look at the velocity she's setting,
Barely noticing the Barbados.
With a grip of urn full of rum
And the finest of tobacco
The hearts of the sail's set
For the audacity of hope.
The red pennant,
The blood line's cold
And every sea captain
Looks upon that flag
For he knows he faces a fight to death
And then he saw her,
As an apparition mounting from the dead.
The sea rose in it watery execution.
But I was told sea lion don't flee
From the wavers watery wonders.
Instead, he staggers not but swaggers on
Until they sail past the North Pole
And trodden upon the sands of Sahara.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2014.
Form: ABC

Premium Member Remembrances

Where did the time go,  
Slipping through calloused fingers,  
Lost to the ever-fickle wheels of fate,  
Like grains of sand swept up in the Sahara desert,  
Or bitter tears dissolving in the Dead Sea?  
All that is left of you is a portrait in the parlour,  
Hanging as a pale reminder of what was once a vibrant life,  
Coated in thick dust and swaying cobwebs.  
The thick night air is starting to settle in,  
Scents of stale sorrow hang heavy,  
While the hollow caw of crows floats by.  
I slump down in a battered recliner,  
For I can no longer lay in the bed that we shared.  
This is now where I retire from the day's merciless hold on me,  
For I wish to slumber, to crash into my dreams,  
Drown in the sea that is your memory,  
Tossing and turning, holding onto your scent.  
I sink further and further,  
Deeper into the nether,  
Until I come upon a sunshine-dusted clearing,  
Walk among the fields blanketed with ivory lilies,  
Looking for you, where you said we would meet again,  
Under the branches of a lush weeping willow.  
There you sit, just as the day your soul was torn from your mortal coil.  
Gentle breezes sweep me to you,  
And for just a brief second in time, worlds meld  
As I plunge into your embrace, fleetingly reunited.
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