Long Sweetener Poems
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sun shadow finger marks streak down my kitchen
they appear in even strokes, reminding me of piano keys
excited sun-thriving plants lean toward my blinds
hoping to soak in as much Vitamin D as they ever could
I leave the lights off, they are invasive before nine o’clock
no one else is up, the perfect time to prepare my wake up brew
humming comes out of me as I begin to smell my favorite blend
I add cocoa mix and sweetener to my oversized cup of joe
the first car of the day starts up next door. Mr. McClinty.
He arrives at work a couple of hours early, afraid to be late.
At seventy-six, he probably fears he will be replaced.
I sit down at the table and work the crossword as I sip my coffee.
You can't make a living
If you're not giving
The services you render
Tenders you money
You won't make a dime
If you're idle all the time.
To be somebody
You must do something
To be nobody
Just do nothing
You can't make sweetener
With lime or bitter leaf.
Knowledge is infinite
But limited to those
That does not seek it
You can't picture
What you don't face
You can't be a public figure
Without impact.
I endow book smart
And street wise
For life is two sides
Up and down, good and bad
Day and night, sun and Moon
Mother and father, son and daughter
Life can give you anything, when it's it time.
I RAISE THIS GLASS
To the sparkle of your skin,
To the reflections of your diamond,
To the span of your life,
To the stride of your gait,
To the depth of your bosom,
To the glow of your skin,
I raise this glass.
To the life that your kindness had healed,
To the brokenness your soul had mended,
To the stare your beauty had slayed,
To the beautiful black angel of which you're made,
To the moments of the future you've saved,
To the happy life and fulfilment you craved,
I raise this glass.
To your special day; beautiful snowy December,
As beautiful as your black,
Whether celebrated, exploited, imitated or denigrated
Always rock your invisible crown.
The best of your life starts now.
This' a sweetener to a lovely sister not a teaser
Giving you a breather & rendering my appraisal.
I raise this glass.
Cheers!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2018
Striving for silver linings in the ebony of the equinox
I chased my dreams of idealism to stop the endless maroon anguish shadows
Yet your words failed to sing a symphony of mosaic joy
You made me a passenger aboard your sinking submarine, submerging me in dusky waters
Still, I sought citrine rays from your striped sentiments
But your tokens of pronounced love were coated with artificial sweetener
With you, there wasn't a glint of Tuscan hope
You evolved into a half-crescent dimmed ray, unable to provide an orchestra of ruby adoration
You kept flicking pale stardust particles of desire upon my crooked eyes
Like Venus strives to expropriate its fervour to the planets, I extended my components to the cobalt sky
Pleading to the palls to summon your gaze in a summer resurgence of buoyant daffodils
Yet your irises became polluted with onyx hostility in an everlasting winter of icy-white discontent
I sought solace in fluid-intoxicated spirits and
with futile alleys
Until I realised that my answers lay within my perspective
I looked past the earth to the dulled lit glimmers
I'd so often dismissed their transmissions idolizing their sterling pilot
Until one day, I thought to invite the stars of clarity to enlighten my sanity
As I was always an outcast overlooked for the lustrous lights
They advised me to seek an interior inauguration of self-love light
My soul opened its greyed logic to their illuminated intellectual insight.
I never used to drink sweet tea,
and neither did I drink coffee.
The one drink that my mother made
was the 60’s stand-by, sugar water called Kool-aid.
I never liked it much; I wanted pop instead.
“Pop I will not buy you,” my mother always said.
So pop became for me a kind of treat-
something other than kool-aid for a beverage sweet.
As an adult in my later years because
I wanted to be healthier, I found tea was
the best alternative for me.
I still hate the taste of coffee.
One year I went crazy and I bought
chamomile, dandelion, peppermint, licorice, green, and quite a lot
of other types of very tasty brands.
How nice it feels to have a cup of warm tea between one’s hands.
Sometimes I use stevia as a sweetener for tea.
That’s because stevia is the best one calorie-free.
However, nothing beats the taste
of tea that is with honey laced!
Boiled water with tea and honey
I sometimes put inside (does this sound funny?)
a tall container like a plastic bottle I carry.
It’s good for any drink, whether juice or dairy.
Once tea has cooled down,
it’s so convenient to carry it around.
I drink it at the place where I teach.
So nice it is to have it within reach.
So pleasant is tea’s flavor. I ought to drink it more.
But when I’m late for work, I have to leave the door
with bottled water or a second drink I like called Bai.
Tea, however, is the very best. Here’s why.
Antioxidants are what a good tea contains.
Good blood pressure and cholesterol also it maintains.
Best of all, I drink it before I go to sleep.
Two bags of tea together in the boiled water I seep.
For vitamin C, some spoonfuls of lemon I throw in.
Drinking Cokes instead of tea ought to be a sin!
Black and White Yoyage
Ying and Yang come to mind that wakes up in the morning
Harmony the task for the day and the nights of the soul as
black coffee takes hold with bits of refined white powder
No credit card needed to shoot up the lines just sweetener
Money short as many times but the fangs of depression at
bay in the haven of a polychrome garden paradise around
Abundance mixes genesis and evolution blends the colours
cherishes diversity celebrates similarities holds dear all
the differences which we humans bring to the daily party
On my travels to Spain with bright sun and black secrets
in history memories civil strife and factional fracture
I stumbled into Guernica the painting the scream into hell
No hues no colourant just clarity’s pigment shadows and all
where the white flag of peace had been bombed into dust
with help of Mussolini’s black shirts and fascist brown hue
From a chessboard of aerial precision it was black or white
a foreplay of what was to come in the wars to proceed in
white ashen faces and clean shaven razor blades of demise
Back in South Africa’s so called rainbow nation I have digested
distorted figures of human targets screaming animals shattering
aeroplane parts sending Picasso’s message into the world
Black and white still struggle here overt and covertly where
Apartheid lives on some lives matter more than some others
in a country steam rolled by corruption of capitalistic greed
Coffee in hand and sweet sugar soothing my wake up call
it all seems so powerless when I as a minion of resistance
confide my wish for full colours to the message of love
Ying and Yang leaves no room for aggression no place for
killing fields in the pastures of plenty just whisks and whiffs of
what could become if understood we are all black and white
15th February 2017
Kiss, kiss, kiss
My mind is all black out
and sensual creativity, beyond me in expressions
Kiss, kiss, kiss
I’m beginning to share your Life’s breath
crafting into you like the latest design
of a trending model
kiss, kiss, kiss
your delicate nature
which pricks the depth of my softness
spreads in the columns of my senses
making it so difficult to resist
Kiss, kiss, kiss
The world figuratively describes love
in a perspective of a soft and succulent Apple
refreshing with every bite
Kiss, kiss, kiss
but you came into my life
presenting it like green grapes
mixed with ripe passion fruits
supplemented with strawberries
and completed with the extracted juices of pineapples
Kiss, kiss, kiss
Leaving your presence
is immediately washing an hour’s make up
with a quick unnecessary bath
Kiss, kiss, kiss
Your companionship, a sweetener
to the soft drinks of what is to come for us
my pride, my conquest, my ego, my strength
and all the alarms of my manliness
you've put in complete silence
for this reason, I submit myself to you forever
translating all dreams into real passions
taking the eternal drive and fueling it with lots of
kisses..... kisses..... kisses
How can I be so sure.
There have been many times where I have been sure before.
In fact, surer than sure.
Standing outside of myself; I brush pass every other thought.
A space crowded with nowhere particularly to be.
Except here.
Shoulders brush against the thought of other shoulders.
Irked in irritation; the search of a higher purpose.
A casual meet and greet of lips.
A bistro of conversation with neither of us knowing what to order.
We swirled in each others thought.
Becoming the spoons which swirled around in creme and sweetener.
The thought was mutual.
We were both generous with our sips.
Both known to the after thought of addiction.
The roof of our mouths drenched with infatuation.
Lost somewhere between the rumbling of our stomach.
And the eying of Banana bread muffins.
Moist in infatuation.
The fulfillment of a connection of something so simple.
("In Memory of Gary Vaughn", 2018, original encaustic)
The Flavor of Kool-Aid
We all get to choose the flavor of Kool-Aid we drink.
And maybe that’s the extent of free will.
We each have our world views formed and cemented
By these biases, personal and cultural,
But even people as close as siblings
Who share the same DNA and conditioning
Can end up as different as oil and vinegar
But I’ve had my share of Kool-Aid,
And I don’t remember it having any flavor
Other than sweet.
What it offers as a way to entice
Is a difference in color,
Or put another way
A difference in appearance
And so it is with beliefs and biases.
It’s mostly a difference of surface over substance.
What is the substance of Kool-Aid?
A little dye, some sweetener,
And a whole lot of the universal solvent.
And what is the effect of our preferred Kool-Aid?
Reassurance that we have chosen
The best world view
To match our tastes.
Which are in fact chosen
On the basis of
What we want to see,
And the promise of something sweet.
(9/23/23)
i cannot begin to say how grateful i am,
that you took me away to bring me back again,
what meant so much more that i could see,
was so conformed from reality,
it was a daze in a picture perfect world,
it was crumpets and donuts and it made me want to hurl,
it was way too gooey perfect, with a sugar coated glaze,
i sat and watched the food being prepared and set out like a buffet,
in my heart i knew, if i ate it i would be poisoned,
the slow kill of artificial sweetener that tastes similar to the real thing,
at first bite, you can't really tell until it leaves an aftertaste,
and then you realize hey, wait a minute! this is not the real thing,
the trick that fills your stomach and your way too full to speak,
it slows down every function in your body, and puts your butt to sleep,
and once you realize what it is your consuming, and decide to go on a real diet,
the fat burning slows down, you look like your slacking, as if your not even trying,
i love this diet, and i must say, i can still enjoy the sweets,
but this time its not the same, and i know it is the real thing,