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It’s funny how we fool ourselves
How darkness hides what we don’t want to see
How easy it is to look away
To not be what we want to be
It seems, we can go on and on
Just glide along in endless reverie
If comfort is but all we seek
We will never, ever be free
But, oh when the sun shines
When the glorious sun peeks out from the clouds
And the light that pursues but only the truth
Then reaches our minds and removes all the doubts
But, oh when the sun shines
There is no looking back, no looking away
We must face what is bared by this time honored sleuth
For we can’t face the night if we can’t face the day
But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines
It’s funny, once our eyes have widened
Allowing what there is to stand and be counted
How very much better we feel
That once unaddressed has now been surmounted
Not really a battle to welcome the sun
Accepting what life really is or is not
For we can find peace in an honest appraisal
And after all, isn’t that all that we’ve got
But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines
"Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever." Psalm 106:1 of the King James Bible*
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
oh, gloomy tidings --- verily heart breaking news
I was confronted with, more than a decade ago
announced by a pediatrician neurologist.
“… Retrogression…”
every day, I kept defying said medical prophecy
not that I was in denial of our special child’s condition
but was anxious his infantile spasm epilepsy would be fatal.
“… Toward retrogression…”
such reverberated, intensifying my angst
every time I beheld his restlessness
propelling his fatigue before going to sleep.
“… Progress toward retrogression…”
yes, I questioned diagnosis with mixed emotions
as fear swelled over courage, striving to prevail
yet, faith in God surmounted my motherly qualms.
“… Will progress toward retrogression…”
nonetheless, the Lord with His miraculous mercy and might
worked along our loving nurture midst supplication-filled care
in the orphanage that serves as his home and family.
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
that was then (2010); and so saddening
since the doctor whose assertion is now being nullified, died (in 2018)---
could not behold and rejoice for our child’s development.
Today, our son is showing remarkable progress
marked with gratefulness, peace, and joy
while in sign language he prays and worships---
---expressing that the Almighty is good*.
February 6, 2021
3rd place, "A Meaningful Poem" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/26/2021.
Crucified Saviour, Jesus Christ, my soul’s delight
Redeemer, He vanquished death’s sting might.
Unwavering in His sacrifice, offering Himself willingly
Calvary’s Hill He surmounted powerfully.
Infinite pardon He granted with forgiveness-joy charges
Freeing me, hell-bound sinner from iniquities’ wages
Immutable truth obscurity cannot against reality-surges.
Expressing “I am the way, the truth, and the Life” edict
Dearly He paid for my ransom from condemnation’s verdict.
Seeing my Saviour in His suffering state, yet triumphant stature
Awakens my spiritual fervor, anchored by His love’s gesture.
Vouching me verily, renewing my vow to live for Him, my Lord
Imparted with His divine nature, I’m instructed by His Word.
Overtaken by service-opportunities from selfishness
Upheld to exercise my faith by His compassionate kindness
Revived to testify “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live…”*
*Galatians 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
March 11, 2019
Braced to fight tough for triumph
Stockpiled testosterone
Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream
Sucked bitterness alone
Flooded home, battle surmounted
Safeguard marshy roost
Maladvised maveric trudged pond
Stacking bags of no use
Swirling water swarmed by spiders
Fear erased from register
Starless, deserted street industrial
Duty lead dim endeavour
Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
Scream's echoing ignorant
Yelled "help" at selected emptiness
Six months pregnant Sigrid
Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted
Dry in her fortress upstairs
Concede agitated bruises encumber
Defences laid dull despairs
31st March
Dependence is not defeat
Amidst great ocean of life --- voyaging
I’m blest with the Lord’s granted fellowship
partnership-bliss in faithful stewardship…
Captain is Christ by His love’s engaging.
Along life's trip, I've learned Bible ships’ facts
attesting the Creator’s supreme hand
working by His omnipotent command
assuring sweet peace from evil attacks.
With God’s sovereign design, notable
Noah’s Ark in Genesis does prevail
as Earth’s first ship fulfilling divine sail
to preserve creation, grandly noble.
As a floating zoo against water might
Almighty-propelled vessel was haven
for animals while showers poured from heaven
bound Noah’s family with home’s delight.
One sea-vessel expressed by the Scriptures
showed baby Moses on his gracious trip
handled by the omniscient Father’s grip
the buoyant basket wrought great adventures.
Victorious ship in the Old Testament
surmounted grievous horrible tempest
when Prophet Jonah passed obedience test
admitting guilt for pardon fulfillment.
The greatest was the ship* of Jesus Christ
encountering numerous miracles
with the Saviour calming all debacles
by His truth and guidance, mercy-sufficed.
In this journey toward eternity
sailing with my Captain in reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in His friendship of grace-bounty.
*Mark 5:21 And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
November 7, 2021
4th place, "A Noteworthy Ship" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/11/2021.
HAIL THE KING OF NAPOLI (1)
The Chronicles of the old king, Diego.
An epitaph of his statue reads: "When I go,
I go away from you then this badge
loses honour and beats dead with no urge"
Like a slackened drum that fades afar5.
I call out for you against my jutted star
And shout into the wind ridges like I'm barking,
Calling out for a successor regardless of skin,
Man mountain like Osimhen who's very keen,
African-breed & blooded but the spirit of Maradona.¹°
He's not one to score PKs doing a rabona.
This club waited for him who would hold the sway
Then the masked mafia mustered his way
From Lagos Nigeria to French club Lille Metropolis,
shatterin' Weah's goal record like voices in the Holies,¹5
Surmounted surgery & the pain of facial disfigure,
returned from the sidelines with a happy demeanour,
and became the face of Napoli, a phenomenon.
Rose from a whole season among giants & gladiators,
but endure weights of expectations among spectators.²°
The city's folklore is rewritten in the stars.
This masked man, you won't smite his armour
while scoring goals, giving assists and more.
V.O 9 evinces predatory under the floodlights thrill
and sees blood in goal when'ver it's time for the kill.²5
Heaven gave us this day but Osimhen delivers it
And set the Diego Armando Maradona stadium alight,
denotating a blinding brand of lightning!
All like a day's job from he whose pace is frightening.
Naples, this city of thy worship, jumps in hysteria,³°
Set ever free! Free from the drought of Serie A.
Joy engulfs the air, devouring the hearts of men,
which pantest for lost glory returned by Osimhen,
Naked, beneath the lidless eye of the heavens!
Naples, Elysian City of Ocean Blue & Ravens,³5
calm enchantest amid mutinous air & sea!
Parade the heroes from Campania to the Tyrrhenian Sea!
Oh! What a Metropolis of ruined Paradise.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? May 2023.
Fascinated with butterflies, he is charmed by these creatures' freedom-flight. My child, secured in his wheelchair delightfully grips yellow crayon. Along creativity challenge, he pursues artwork schedule while struggling against spastic restlessness... Soon with glee-filled countenance, championing his thumbs-up trademark devoid of bashful gesture he shows me his masterpiece: a glowing butterfly radiant in yellow he has painstakingly colored…
Witnessing his gracious achievement of gradual milestones, I'm thankful for God-wrought* remarkable changes, notable indications that he is “educable.” Why so? He was diagnosed to “progress toward retrogression” by his pediatrician more than a decade ago... (We then learned that she left earth, but that was another story.)
Yes, I’m beholding actual metamorphosis toward joyous fulfillment. With faith in the Sovereign’s miracle, I envision my boy in his functional zest like a butterfly that has surmounted infantile epilepsy --- now becoming triumphant over “global developmental delay.”
*Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
July 3, 2020
Edited on October 2, 2022
2nd place, "Chapter 1" Narrative Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri; judged on 11/1/2022.
Our Kitty’s allergic to peanuts,
Most don’t eat meat anymore,
Lynn and Tim are Vegans
Alex is a staunch carnivore.
Vegan, Veggies and carnies
All coming to visit for lunch
Sue was tearing her hair out
Planning feeding such a bunch.
Our first family get together
After more than two Covid years
Set us all a panic hoping that
The day didn’t end in tears.
Thanks to modern supermarkets
And a bit of a marathon shop
All those dietary requirements
Didn’t quite catch us on the hop.
Entertaining the family these days
With those modern eating quirks,
Thank the Lord for listed ingredients
A scheme that obviously works.
The sun was bright and warm
So we could all eat alfresco
All more than complementary
When it was time for them to go.
It was a really great success
Once the planning was complete
And now we can both get back to
Buying just what we like to eat.
We’re a meat and two veg couple,
All carefully calorie counted.
It took more than little effort but
All difficulties had been surmounted.
When I think of my Mam and Dad,
They just wouldn't have believed it,
A generation from leaner times with
No option but to take it or leave it.
Memory glosses over the facts of
What were the necessary ways,
The truth of the matter being
Those weren’t quite such Good Old Days.
Essence blend never before encountered
Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
Decisive fair decorum she endows
Petals and pepper sauce complexity
Cerebellum pillows King's heavy head
Slave to prime advisor dexterity
Burdensome thoughts bedside storybook read
Prominent gem on band of platinum
Temptation's tassles draped in possible
Syrup super glue subtle acumen
Fairy floss buffer from bosses hostile
Daily chest chainmail pools in her presence
Regal defender dumbfounded in reverence
20th October 2022
Two Will Overrule
I hold my little new born child
who is born in a hospital
in a town where tumbleweeds roll mild
the Cancer has been staged, its terminal
incurable and running wild
every hair on his head is counted
every toe accounted for
I think about all the strength surmounted
for this jewel in my pinafore
and hear his loud sharp cry, undaunted;
rage of angels rap at my chest door
as I fade away into his heart beat,
the lion comes for his feeding chore;
Oh those eyes of finest wheat,
how they draw me in aside the shore
and move me to a place of Grace.
The curtain closes and I weep
inside my ventricle, his memorized face
I pray to God my soul to keep,
then glide away, to another place.
September 6, 2021
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest Name Quintain (Sicilian)