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Wrath poured out on
ungodly men
suppressing truth
by their actions.
Makes himself known,
clearly perceived
in things plain seen:
His strength, nature.
Not thanking Him,
we ascribe worth,
praise the creature.
Without excuse,
we understand
praise and honor
are required
but misdirected.
We create gods,
glorify them:
things created
with our own hands.
Therefore, our God
hands us over
to our own lusts:
“Give chase!” He says.
Though you may seek,
you will not find.
Emptiness and
despair await.
Even worse still,
though we full know
practicing such
does deserve death,
we not only
do all these things
but also give
approval to
those who likewise
do so as well.
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Really, just musing on, and a recasting of, Romans 1:18-32
A canvas on beach
Beyond fortune's reach
Where ocean's opulence beseiges
The sand
That remains arid
Beneath my hand
I scribbled falsehoods
In sand of seashore
Washed away the waves
But I re-bore
The facade of sandalwood
With scentless core
I became the artist living in dreams
Suppressing the internal surreal screams
Praising the sun's loveless heat
Scorched scars linger but my fabrication's neat
Dusk broke, I anticipated gentle breeze
But the sun abandons me to freeze
I pushed away the ship meant for rescues
Succumbed to the charade upon demonic cues
A captive now of hollow laughters
The island stands on fragile rafters
Isle's canvas was built to swallow
A soul lost in its own hollow
1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
2. Gulping her exhibition so flashy
as my loose mind wrong-foot her emotions
the will to know what’s next unhooks its heat
after the drinks should be seamless kisses
my advances she bans as licentious
we can make this dinner more than a date
modesty and formality should wait
so let’s tarry my dear till it is late
and follow the new script written by fate
as this proudly puts me above my mates.
3. Her senses electrify in doubles
she’s giving me wrong headed reactions
as they gang up to be monolithic
on this feeling, acting the pied piper
first time chilling needs no alacrity.
She makes it so sexy, what’s today’s date?
history colours itself, time cannot wait
everything is in check, we can’t be late
this could be destiny or our fate
b’cos our hearts are becoming mates.
4. Her decency spanks my curiosity
suppressing my full light to a dip switch
this attitude attracts strong reprisal
the hope for next meeting reinforces
but the after-play still non-existent.
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
Bridge x 4
The first, the tenth, what difference does it make?
That probability, the mind takes
your ‘No’ surely makes this dinner seem fake.
Chorus
Pretty damsel I know it’s a first date
since the beginning, I have kept the wait
my anger is dead even if you’re late
my creative plans have been well creamed by fate
let our desires act like close mates.
Chorus
It isn’t a crime to extend this date
it’s just the first stage sir, she said let’s wait
I like the morals, the timing is late
one person alone cannot decide our fate
she still chose the movies and not to mate.
NARCISSIST PRIDE
He knows he caused her distress & stress,
Yet chooses silence, though he's a mess.
Within his heart, a tempest brews,
Regret and anguish he can't refuse.4
But his ego, like a shield, remains,
Suppressing remorse, embracing his pains.
Within solitude, he cries alone,
A tortured spirit, his heart turned stone.8
He'd rather suffer, a silent plight,
Than humbly seek forgiveness, contrite.
In silence, he bears the weight of remorse,
A self-inflicted punishment, a twisted course.¹²
But the girl he injured longs for his plea,
A heartfelt apology to truly set her free.
Yet, trapped in his narcissistic hall,
He wallows in his prideful thrall.¹6
He chooses his thorny path instead,
Leaving the girl's heart heavy with dread.
Oh, narcissist, blinded by your own reflection,
Release your ego and seek reconnection.²°
For in apology lies the bridge to mend,
And in humility, a chance to comprehend.
Let your tears fall, not in solitude's demise,
But as a catalyst for heartfelt apologies to arise.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Old Taoists,
anonymous
universally unanimous
unitarian EcoFeminists,
always degeneratively die
regenerating Transcendentalists
Of no practical use
to humanist Liberals
or theocratic Conservatives
Except as in-between green/red
non-violet ultra-transmediators
listening for non-violent trans-communicators,
democratic multi-dialoguers,
poli-empowering facilitators,
transcendental noticers,
witness to EarthTribe's
Great Tragic/Comedic Transition
As seen and heard
smelled and felt
tasted and touched by AnthroTaoist
Transcendentalists
Still hanging in there
on ZeroZone ThoughtFull/MindEmptied
Phobic/NonPhobic
double-binary win/win
with OldSchool liberally conserving Tao RealTime
Health/Wealth co-arising transcendency analyzers
Anxiously anticipating multiculturally bicameral
transubstantiating cooperative feelings
absorbing
composting all kinds of multiculturing matters
Currently felt as degenerative
divisive
polarizing
partisan,
oppressing
suppressing
repressing
certainly not multiculturally impressing
monotheistically depressing
Descendentalisms.
Becoming One/Zero
DoubleBoundaried Transcendentalists
more in love with Yang/Yin
deep exponential eco-political development
than Yang v Yin
widely divisive ego v eco-maniacal,
less than Whole GreenEarth
Transactional ReGenerativity.
Suppressing joy of instruments for Lent
Bothers me more than I knew for I did not realize
Even the bells had to be silenced.
I love that sound
Church is nothing without it
Did not know it
Until Lent
Gave up chocolate
Not easy for me, but needed to be ready
And look what Christ sacrificed. Was chocolate that big
When you think of His sacrifice?
I certainly hope not.
Peeking under the veil early,
I think of that.
And ponder it.
Kept my reverence in the dark,
Quelling my enthusiasm for the cross, the cup,
The Christ.
Readying myself for Easter.
Rebirth. Regrowth. Rejuvenation. Resurrection.
Suppressing joy of instruments hurts me but a little.
Think of how Mary suffered, seeing her Son on the cross.
But not yet. Sunday is soon enough.
Unless you can abide it all week.
Like the rest of us.
Where are you going
young soldiers with bold faces,
marching and singing
with pride and grace?
And to whom are you bringing your freedom
that onlookers applaud?
You are leaving your great country,
the country that gave you dignity...
as you walk toward the anchored battleships!
How long will you be away and dream
of your loved ones and friends,
but will their words bring you some comfort?
And who will be there to hear
the last words of your thoughts?
You are alike the tall sunflowers,
nourished by the generous sun,
but your mission is much greater than these,
because you fight for a true purpose,
and you risk your young lives for peace...
because freedom sets a price of its own!
Brave and determined soldiers,
suppressing the tears that won't fall,
your triumphant voices subside
the cries of those down below;
whenever your courage surpasses fears,
and thier smiles won't be there...
you'll make the ultimate sacrifice
for those who will not forget you ever!
"I would rather be on a leaky ship that is mine, than aboard a more seaworthy vessel going where I don't wish it to go"—Poet's alter ego
Yes, I know what I’m doing
I’m the master of my fate
The captain of the sinking ship
Seeking harbor in ports whether safe or rocky
With gusto I plow through uncharted frontiers
Why do I do these things to myself? you ask
Perhaps I’m a rebel in search of what's unbeknownst
to me, in search of virgin long lost horizons pristine
Horizons others deem unreachable
I’m bold, brash and yeah sassy, brassy
And irrepressible! You can’t love me you see,
I’m a Lonewolf, and it's quite fine, to be…
Untamed as the wild northern wind
Sweeping the prairies with a gusting woman’s surge
Nature's raw elements try in vain to halt my advances
But I laugh and mock at Mother's efforts
Although I’m tossed and torn
In the grips of Her relentless tempests,
Her storms of fury suppressing, oppressing
Her stern and staid demands to obey, tame and domesticate
You may say I’m the constructor of my own chaos
A free-spirit, challenging myself
My integrity intact, place not your pity on me
Respect is my hallmark and independence,
my calling.
When looking at reflections
it draws and paints from a spirit
certain visions sit on the sidelines set aside
afraid to choose honestly
and grow a backbone straightened by facts
in those refusing to stand up for the most basic human right
Then again many follow the bully
name calling suppressing the truth
branding wisdom is condemned as worthless
unwise even if it contains evidence
by hijacking the body planted in words
Hard nuts to crack in those on the crooked path
supporting the removal of freedom
easy to see the corrupted vices working together
as one unit
underneath the veil their lies a clouded judgement against justice
The innocent can spot the guilty plotting and scheming
violence runs in the nature of many cursing structured defence
We are living under a dictatorship of evil snakes
those that gather in the garden of Eden celebrating sacrifice
A good friend and brother in faith once said to me
God has a string attached to you
when you sin he slowly lets it loosen each step taken
yet still connected to the source of our Creator
suffering pride when your reeled back in again
it is there you will own up on the last heartbeat
it has always been between your heart and soul
the path we end up taking in life can put a shadow on our future
do we rise up in prayer or fall with the unholy
SUBJECTION
interpretation
of
remorse
with
sheer visual
power
described
fluently
evolution
exploded
fascination
subverting
the tradition
combines
the swiftness
with the
completeness of
the reminiscent
&
utterly aware
incidental
&
imaginary
idiom
developed
in
a powerful
line
abstracted
encouraged
to cope
out of sight
in
a
parallel
virtual
nowhere
suppressing
the acerbic
aspect
in a
gathering
of
affectations
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.