Long See Poems
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See you tomorrow
Have a good night
Terms of endearment
Say it in a moment of tenderness
Mean a lot to people
Don’t forget to say it
And say it often
How is your day?
What’s up with ya?
What’ve you been up to?
How should I say it?
There are many ways to say it
To reach someone to make a contact
Have we forgotten it already?
Where have you been?
Haven’t seen you lately
I wondered when I get to see you again
That’s a lot of days when I last saw you
What’s happening?
How is your family?
Things are good?
Talk to me
When did I last see you?
You miss me?
Say it play it whisper it
And it would be like brand new
A new contact
Just like you never left
Reconnected
Strengthened
Breathe life into
“Dry bones” - Ezekiel 37
See you tomorrow?
I am often underused and often underestimated
a zing of a thing that often goes unheard, unseen
ginger beer is a tonic unlike me it can't be grated
a powerful root so astute, they bring from overseas
The captain gives his orders but I see you Mary Lee
sitting in your cabin drinking tea and writing poetry
flotsam and jetsam are marked on the ship, but me
I float above the rest and so I heal you, Mary Lee
The imp skipped merrily hugging his Jack Daniel
the sun was too hot so he knocked on every door
looking for a bed for him and his invisible Faneuil
she opens it a peep and finds him on the floor
Mr. Gargoyle tie askew in dire need of ginger root
"Oh Dear!" says Miss Lee, your drunk but very cute.
not for contest
Mr Later arrived for his interview,
for the position of Time Manager.
"Good morning. I'm Mr Later," he smiled.
"I'm here to improve your schedule."
"Though, judging by your diary...
I suspect we've met before."
His Business Card read:
Manager of Pending Affairs
CEO of Not Yet, But Maybe!
Director of Priority Re-ordering
Minister for Best Intentions
Chief Executive of Almost Enough
Commissioner of Convenient Excuses
Chairman of Noble Intentions
Custodian of Someday
His Specialties included:
Priority laundering.
Pending upending.
Bucket-list polishing.
Deadline cushioning.
Urgency Dilution.
Calendar decompression
Hope rescheduling
Momentum evaporation.
His Motto Section read:
"Do it when you've got more time."
"Tomorrow has reserved you a front-row seat."
"Don't spend tomorrow using up today.
"You'll appreciate it much more... later."
"The hills ain't going anywhere."
"There'll always be another sunset."
"We upend pendings, extending your endings."
"We'll keep your bucket list beneath your shopping list."
"Every conundrum sounds humdrum on a bongo drum."
"Later is always the perfect time... trust me."
Before the interview was halfway through,
Mr Later stood up.
"Sorry," he smiled.
"I'm running a little....later than expected."
"I'm late! I'm late!"
"I have another appointment."
"Can we finish this..."
"...later?"
Then, turning at the door,
The interviewer smiled:
"See you Later?"
Mr Later smiled:
"Everyone does!"
Prayers dedicated to shadowy redemption
Would you be a pure innocent whiteness?
On the brink of a severe storm;
Would you be a calm, friendly conversation?
If I am but a hesitant , immeasurably responsible soul;
Would you relieve that responsibility?
If I am a question mark in the writing of us
Would you be the explanatory foot-note?
Me, you or we
Split or scattered like isolated islands;
If gusty wind threatens to blow away forever
Would you be the power to reassign it?
You and I are but a prefix of a conversation
Would you be the enlighten effort to focus it to primetime?
Dogs and human , fight in my haunted dreams
I see vultures, waiting for the inevitable end of silence
Yet, I see a one-sided feelings, smiling
Standing on the pulpit of the innermost soul
Holding a pen and white paper;
Risking to the utmost degree of life.
Whether born a girl or a boy,
a baby's a bundle of joy:
for they are the real McCoy.
See how they shine!
Watch the little children at play,
sharing a sunny Summer's day;
like sparkling stars, in life's array.
See how they shine!
Attending their last day of school
students strut about, acting cool:
and each is a treasured jewel.
See how they shine!
Lovers in a tender embrace
feel their hearts throb and pulses race;
as happy smiles light up their face.
See how they shine!
Aging couples walk hand in hand;
doubt and deceit forever banned:
two hearts linked by a golden band.
See how they shine!
LOOK MORE, SEE LESS
"The more you look the less you see":
Make a big deal about the little things,
They matter the most as dynamite,
But make no such hullabaloo
about the big things that dissipates energy
And becloud your vantage point.
Look more, see less!
"The more you look the less you see":
The more you look for the meaning of life,
the less you see around
and indeliberately miss the small things
which will become the only good things
you'll remember later in life.
"The more you look the less you see":
Don't look for the utmost,
look at all the small moments,
not life's cacophonous discordant distractions
Try to be happy for the small things,
deep conversations and good friends.
Acknowledging small things in life,
It's a big deal and healthy perspective.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© October 30th, 2021.
9/14/17
Televisions getting muted
Signals getting lost or boosted
Meanwhile people hooted
Brooded and continually feuded
Was not one to make my drinks diluted
Made me snooze quick or feel rebooted
Having solutions
Handling problems without saying "Houston"
Already proven
Am only human
Not trying to jeopardize the world, because I don't want to see it ruined
Those that were undisputed
At one point or another, got uprooted
Who are you trying to kid
Hating is all that you did
Making sure, I soon win
And that I doom him(them)
Somewhat reclusive
Yet elusive
Not one to make excuses
Or rely on ruses
If you want to be intrusive
Then in the end, the evidence will be inconclusive
Went with and against the blueprints
How I meant to do it
Am one of the truest
With my music
Some folks scrooges
And others stooges
Grandma wore occasional brooches
Mom said boy stop being foolish
And so stupid
Took some cruises
Throwing up Deuces
Look around, an era of strife,
Yet God still plans to bless our life.
This season brings abundant grace,
As trials and changes, we continue to embrace.
Progress on, define the way,
For needs unmet, let not your heart dismay.
Watch for signs, see ahead the story unfold,
Let the Spirit decree, make new things bold.
Towards fruitfulness, we now move ahead,
Seeking faith, while time is spared.
Faith will come through Word’s decree,
With kingdom steps, rise and see.
When trials come and darkness grows,
Let God’s great river freely flow.
Speak the Word, the foe will flee,
Have faith for all eternity.
Let every cell in our body and mind,
Respond with grace, in ways redefined.
there is a journey of true excitement as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten of gold , will there be love ,can there be love ,only the ardent heart will truly know
an island of paradise is found ,for one to explore , as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten with gold , you are the beacon , you are the light , only twin souls will find each other there
kindness and warmth grabs you like a whirl wind these are the treasures that fill the box in the heart , as one looks into those eyes that glisten with gold , happiness shows up , and passion is ever eternal
bewildered with the grace of sensual poise an intoxicating feeling of destiny to be had is seen , as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten with gold , to be complete , to be real , all is right , for as long as time goes on
tears of sensitive adoration , a honest smile shows the glow , it washes away any despair as those tears roll down one cheek , as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten with gold , who are you , who are you , who are you ???
hiding in plain sight, she wove her way down the avenue
no one flinched or shied away, these were professional commuters
They kept walking, ignoring her like New Yorkers can and do
She wanted to demand they stop, to make them come to a halt
Her mask slipped for a second; no one noticed, or acted like it.
What kind of people live on this planet, she wondered.
It was her calling to find out but they were closed.
How do they reflect emotions? She wondered.
She had been taught to look for smiles. There were none.
She tried to ask a few for directions, they looked past her
No. That’s wrong. They looked through her.
She finally radioed her commandeer to beam her up.
In the middle of Times Square on a Friday afternoon.
None of the commuters flinched; they pretended not to see.
What if it was not a pretense? Oh, my cracker schangdoos!
Maybe they were blind. The entire planet. She put that into her report.