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The greatest gift that I could give you is the gift of my long years
every shade of burgundy that wine can't sell
every shade of gold that the sun cannot display
the greatest gift that I can give you, is the gift of my years
I am October, I come once a year at your home my love, to
Caress you with shivers both warm and cool. I am a
Teleported month that sweeps away the summers scorch
Opening doors to pastures and rustic pleasures, plum corn
Bathed in yellow juicy grains and bites, acorns, pinecones
Environmental beauties that never exist in winter's spew;
Return to me lover as I puff over you, I am "October "
your favorite color,
silk scarves are put away mink coats are worn
summer suits placed in cedar drawers,
I am suddenly reborn through airy branches of trees
Feasting on your wind whipped eyes of blue
I become October every consecutive year,
your favorite color is October, and mine is you.
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name October
October 1, 2021
I took a trip down memory Lane;
My soul teleported to higher plane.
I was lost in reveries;
I found an angel that lives in my memories,
Lost but found in the field of ferns.
A diamond amidst the waving field of ferns.
Behold the enchantress!
As majestic as an empress.
Her countenance radiates love,
Her eyes like that of a dove,
Her smiles illuminate the soul,
She reigns without control,
She lives in my memories;
Forever in my memories.
When she utters my name;
My heart get wrapped in flame,
Her soothing words subdue my anxiety,
Thanks to her comforting quality.
Her words enchants my soul,
And triggers the feeling in my soul.
Behold the enchantress!
Born with loaded sweetness.
Indeed, she stuns.
Each sand shimmering in the sun
Is a precious moment shared together,
Basking in the sun forever.
Dedicated to Nelson Sandra
What oh hermit, should we hold dear
Objects of desire disappear
Horizons shift, we are adrift
Where lies true bliss, of which we hear
We know this life's from God, a gift
But how may we, vibrations lift
To get to peace that does not end
Escaping strife and needless rift
If ear to conscience we do lend
And our will to love divine bend
Upon so choosing to do this
We'll feel clearly, our soul ascend
This is the direct path to bliss
Rapture of Divine Mother's kiss
As we be to become God's light
Recognising He alone is
Getting thus to boundless delight
Teleported to zenith height
In joy that does not come and go
Bliss beats throb within day and night
24-December-2022
Priceless Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”
As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through bends
Even as breath flows in and does depart
There are stirrings within from a source enigmatic
We see no difference between form & formlessness
And whilst within form we are enlivened & ecstatic
We feel within our heart the Absolute awareness
We know too at this stage of energy centres above
Which may endow us with enhanced enableability
Yet having awakened at the heart we know only love
Our awareness as love is our being in certainty
Knowing love alone our awareness thus free flowing
Observing & witnessing happenings upon earth
We are as we are in sync with love so blossoming
With blissful joy and an equal eye in bubbling mirth
Epilogue:
What’s love got to do with witnessing & liberation one may ask
Well says the witness when we truly know ourself and so align
The knowing is in the warmth of divine love within which we bask
Both receiving & transmitting exalted pulsations of the Divine
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 22-October-2021
Here we are
We no longer spar
With matters of loss or gain
Equal, as of now, be it sun or rain
True it is, kundalini has risen
Yet did we truly wisen
Sushumna ignited
Heart delighted
Seat of our soul
That makes us whole
Beckons us from the heart
Where bliss ignition renewal starts
We sail through earthy illusions
Tranquil , free from confusion
Revelations intermittent
Yet heart is content
Both light and sound
Within and around resound
Reverberating like soundless thunder
As we imbibe bliss elixir in rapturous wonder
Teleported in a continuum of bliss delight
Renewing within through day and night
What to say, touched by God’s hand
Open secret we alone understand
A man in the dark shouts with a loud deep voice, tying to take me back down memory lane of what once a painful and mirrored past
I nearly lose myself trying to reminisce about the past he is trying to remind me of
Draw myself to forget the now and force myself to forget what once was
I teleported my scream “Do not take me there!”, refusing to go back
“I do not want to go there”, I shout making it clear that even though he does not hear
I wipe off my past from the mirror
With myself I betray my feelings, wipe off my memory and somehow adjust to collectively let go
I let lose and take back my power, going into the gravity of forgetting the now I am mirrored in
I tap into my sense of self and go deep into my glamour days leaving the past where it was
“In the Past”
Poet
Masego Nkuna
I was born decades ago.
When boychild wad was a being.
'No community survives without a boy'
The phrase I used to hear.
I envied the boychild.
Soon the value teleported.
Into the thin air not to be seen.
Today the opposite I see.
The gender I desliked,
The societies' preference.
Day after day, the boy is a looser.
From home to school.
Within and without.
No one to stand for the boychild.
Boys raped day after day,
No activist put it out.
Boys taken to court.
No lawyer speaks for him.
Innocent boys rotting in jail.
His education not left behind.
Every motivation skewed to the girl.
Every activist is feminist.
His performance dwindles.
No one attempts to find the roots.
I speak for the boychild.
?@Kipngeno Robin.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
The ice-cream parlor
is just across the road
from a small white clapper-board church.
I sit in a window seat,
watching the little town
and the sidewalk
as it moves people around,
thought-reading their directions,
as they go to, or come away
from predictable starts and arrivals.
Now the congregation is filing-out
of the narrow church door.
The pastor, has somehow
teleported himself,
to get up in front of them,
he shakes hands and pats backs,
knowing them all,
perhaps knowing too much
about some of them.
Kids are corralled quickly,
strapped into booster seats,
or marshaled across to this store
for ice-cream treats.
It's just a little township,
on a side-road to nowhere special.
The ice-cream is homemade and delicious.
I could trash-talk this hamlet,
these people, these families,
I am naturally cynical by nature,
but I am in love with them all,
and the ice-crem is always so good.
What we need now are anxious parents,
but we are old, and that work
has fallen to children.
What we need are summer nights,
not too cool, not too warm,
time to decide what to wear to bed,
and when we wear nothing,
we need the eyes of dreaming cats.
A jacuzzi would be nice,
soft lighting,
I need my vinyl collection
of Sinatra records to appear,
teleported through a timeless air.
You need to be touched more often.
What I need is a rare hummingbird
to come to your backyard feeder
before the summer ends.
I need that. I need to see you
sing with happiness,
as you wait by a window
still believing.
DELINEATION OF BEAUTY
Mary, you might not be the mother of Jesus
but you murder other beauty cos you're gorgeous.
Just like Annabella, your hair resonates
with the book character & beautifies my sonnets.
Your lashes slashes the aches of my Achilles
And smouldered the debris of ranches.
Your eyeliner takes me on a flight,
to and fro, witnessing the highs and lows in sight.
With eyes like spies looking like signs
release all my sighs, peering with sharp sights.
Your eyes speak to me softly, with no lies.
Gray is the colour that you wear on your eyes,
So I stare at it, eye for an eye,
hoping something strikes between you and I.
Even though you brought the bags,
carelessly accompanying the eyes
I will take away all your stress and jetlags.
Your pointed nose shows me where to go,
You put a ring on it just as your fingers want it too.
Your lips are the fiber my mouth longs for.
Let's mix a love portion & invent much more.
Your jaws are made to be gently touched,
sensually held and nicely clutched.
Your creamy body soothens my heart & soul.
You carry cleavage wey dey high me like soso.
Now, you just teleported me from English to Pidgin
Can we start calling and messaging?
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? June 2023.
Your only four feet tall and you got a red nose taunts the scarlet witch
"But I have antlers strong & sturdy and I can outshine a blood moon anytime "
You can buck your horns but you can't deliver you silly caribou, she teases
"I am a legendary luminous being of light and I can see very well, every night "
You should be returned to isolation, Santa wouldn't use you , you rangifer twit
(sigh) if must you know, I was teleported to the North Pole, chosen by Santa !
(Wanda the scarlet witch who was only trying to toughen his hyde
decided to transport him to Wundagore Mountain
to see if he could survive the mountain goats out there !
"W000, what the dickens am I doing in the alps ? Yoo hoo, Oh Santa ! "
She stirred the four winds & blew across the fifty seas ,then whispered
to Rudolph, " are we done yet ?"
"I'm a reindeer, not a moose " (though by now he appeared more to be
pretty dusty, tired & worn, he didn't let up and he didn't give in.
When Xmas Eve arrived, Santa's sleigh with its Light Detection spotted
Rudolph and scooped down to pick him up.
From way up there in that wondrous sphere Rudolph waved to Wanda
below, then realized she was grinning from ear to ear.
In her ruby red dress she looked radiant. Like the first day they met,
on a fantastical journey. To drink tea and eat burntys together.
By the light of His ruby red nose.