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METAMORPHOSIS OF SELF
In a world of darkness and shadows deep,
A creature lies within a chrysalis asleep,
Silent and still, a soul encased,
Awaiting the moment it will be embraced.4
Within the depths, a transformation takes hold,
Starting as a whisper, timid and bold,
Cell by cell, it begins to reshape,
As a striking figure starts to take shape.8
The journey of growth, a wondrous sight,
As the chrysalis cracks, opening to the light,
Emerging slowly, with uncertain grace.
As the figure steps forth, it reveals its form.¹²
A newfound strength, like wings unfurled,
Carrying the spirit, it begins to soar the world,
No longer the caged soul, trapped within,
But a vibrant being, ready to begin.¹6
With each step taken & self-realisation, it'll bloom,
A sense of purpose, breaking through the gloom,
An inner beauty, once hidden away,
Now shines brightly, brightening each day.²°
The metamorphosis complete, a stunning sight,
A symbol of resilience, courage, and might,
For within every chrysalis, a transformation lies,
And the figure that emerges never truly dies.²4
So, let us embrace our own journey of growth,
Embracing the struggles, the changes that betroth,
For within us all lies a striking figure unseen,
Waiting to emerge and to fulfill a dream.²8
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
I let it slip away…
Gentling whispers, like the breathless
Kisses falling over my trembling
Lips when I was young, first love – first
Dreams of everything that becomes
Possible when the soundless urge
Abandoned child, living just at the edge
Where innocence plays in harmony
With the truth, adolescent wonders hastening
Beyond the reflection in the mirror,
Starry eyed memories, drifting in dewlike
Strokes embracing the petals of a tender rose
I let it slip away…
Goosebumps chilling
Sensitive, intimate – luminous
Glistening like the sunrise, the starry
Skies winking through giggling
Winds, nomadic, as homeless as the
Hues of hope drenched in passing miles
Timeless memory, bold and vivid
Vibrating through the mind,
Tantalizing like an ageless light
I let it slip away…
Quiet dreams, affections
Resting on forever, like snowflake
Gestures abiding in the soundless free
Alive like the tenderness of naivete
Seas of solace soothe the simplicity,
Attempts at becoming like the virgin’s
Virtuous dignity, esteem washing
Away the darkness with the miracles
Imagining still life pleasures,
Touching forever with the dreams
Timid reveries with hopeless
Feelings, flames awakening the music
Beneath love’s first sightings,
Abiding like the fire inside who holds
Life like a tantalizing blaze,
Passions promise to exhale the fires
Blending with desire – smiling
I let it slip away…
But I still say there is a second chance
To feel love – to be loved
I let it slip away…
To reveal real love!
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One obnoxious orangutan ordered oysters
Staff sympathetically said such supplies sold
Constantly complaining confronting chasing customers
Barred because before being boisterously bold
Two timid tigers tragically trembled
While watching woeful weasels wrestle
Standing straight shaking subconsiously scared
Displaying discomfort dizzy dribbling dreadful
Three talented turkeys taught tricks
Creating courageous crazy circus clowns
Amazingly always attempting additional acts
Frolicking foolishly finally forgetting frowns
Four fabulous flamingos fixed fences
Gigantic glamorous gardens generously grew
Proud pedestrians passing praised perfection
Beautiful bouquets blissfully blended blue
Five fussy frogs found french fries
Every enchanting experience eagerly entertained
Loudly laughing licking lemon lollipops
Sharing sarcastic smirks showing shame
12 April 2016
I had a job interview, and ignored what my mentor said.
She had said “Try not to be so ….”
“Me?” I guessed. She laughed. “Exactly!”
I blew in, and they asked me to tell them about myself.
So I did.
The main guy, the principal, looked everywhere but at me.
Another counselor and a teacher watched me, but did not smile.
I had no idea how I was doing. It was the weirdest interview.
I thought I was delightful, but maybe I wasn’t.
When I paused the principal gulped and said they had questions.
He started to ask the first couple and he stopped.
You already answered this one, and that one, and this one, and…
His face was red, as was the top of his head.
The veteran counselor gave me a scenario and asked what I would do.
I would call you, I told her. She started to smile but caught herself.
The other lady grinned flat out, which I thought was a bit encouraging.
So I concentrated on her, trying to get another smile.
At the end, the principal said “We have lots of qualified candidates,
so we will be getting in touch with you on Friday.”
I said, “okay, here are my numbers. I am leaving for Chicago
on Wednesday, so you will have to call me on my cell phone after that.”
I shook everyone’s hands and left.
The two women later became my good friends.
The veteran counselor said she and the teacher were staring at each other.
They both wanted me, but the principal was an opposite personality.
He is as shy and quiet and timid as I am outgoing.
She said we were both wondering how to convince him
that I would be a good fit.
He looked at both of them, grinned and said “I think we’ve just
found our school counselor.”
She said they both burst into laughter, relieved.
It truly was a miracle, she told me.
I thought so too.
*Russian Roulette **
Sitting, bated breath
Some calm ,others upset
Sweat, on eyebrows and neck
We haven’t begun playing yet!
Take a breath, take it deep
Fear, Timid, ashen,weak
Familiar face, scary thought
Wait! They’re here it means
They never lost!
Wondering if We’ll see sunrise
As our lives flash before our eyes
Mind jumbled, words mumbled
Sit still, remain humble.
My turn, heavy metal, click!
The sound, empty, sick
I pass it to my left ,handle hot
I stiffen, there was the POP!!
Smokin Gun, loud Gunshot.
Everyone relieved, it wasn’t them
Another day, to face our problems
Adrenaline, power, don’t forget
Every day we live is like,
Russian Roulette !
Day’s timid light disappears in the dusk
The rising dust on the hazy horizon rolls
Why is darkness so silent they don’t ask
When from heaven mystique night falls.
The veil of night falls slow
Falls with the moon’s glow.
Stars sprout one by one on the slate sky
Sparkle in splendor on the crown new
On fringes of sad cloud silver streaks lie
As night is drenched in moonshine blue.
The breeze flows in silence
Flows with divine essence.
Time stops, makes the romantic air still
Like stars love glints with rhythm of heart
Elixir in my urn of life pure ecstasy will fill
As the night brings down heaven on earth.
For me floating on stardust trance
An angel you will become for once.
December 11, 2017.
Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.
Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.
Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?
Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.
Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.
"Put on the dauntless spirit of resolution" William Shakespeare
My passion arouses the pulsing of my heart.
My identity fearlessly embarks toward the start.
The confidence I muster surges dauntless of fear.
Embracing the boldness with a deafening cheer.
Greatness seethes within me, once held in store.
I will borrow courage from crusaders gone before.
All timid vibes that languished holding me at bay.
Have been hardened by an inner strength I portray.
If wrong erupts never more will there be silence.
An inner rage stopping short only at violence.
Without question with an all consuming power.
In honor of right, all hurtful deeds I will devour.
Injustice is rife, as some have no care for right.
My relentless spirit engages the courage to fight.
Without exemption my feelings wont subside.
I fearlessly speak for the down trodden with pride.
Fortitude to grasp the bull’s horns to mesmerize.
Fearlessly have the bravery to stare into its eyes.
Being the weaker gender is now just a myth.
Fertile conviction and diligence I am always with.
No bragging of honor, valor or victory is needed.
My compassion and purity is infrequently heeded.
I advance with the strength to stymie the foe.
Estimate from where I come, but see where I go.
Many of us in history have been dauntless in spirit.
I stand on my soap box and exclaim so you hear it.
A forthright attack on evil, with no hesitation.
Being submissive with piety were once my station.
A powerful flame within me has been ignited.
No longer a shrinking violet will ever be sighted.
Determination to expose injustice and right a wrong.
No need for an army or a masculine throng.
I have the will to succeed, fortitude to be bold,
Yet cruelty and vengeance I will withhold.
Victory shall ensue and transcend to a solution.
I will imbibe the dauntless spirit of resolution.
Suddenly Swans
I was at a lake, so beautiful lake and just before sunset;
There arose in the timid cooling waters a royal bird;
Genera Cygnus so lovely long neck with webbed feet;
Grace and beauty associated with love, music, and poetry-word;
Sacred to Venus, the goddess of love;
Related to Anserinae in the family Anatidae;
This bird is often pictured singing to a lyre;
As I walk on in the waters there’re …Suddenly Swans;
In the morning dawns, along the water’s edge, on the lawn;
Suddenly, suddenly dawns;
As the lakes edge suddenly, suddenly swans;
Such a vivid pretty picture;
Royal Bird Cygnini all of the geese, ducks and fawns…
Play amidst those …Suddenly Swans
In the morning dawns, along the water’s edge on the lawn;
As I walk on in the waters there’re Suddenly Swans;
Wonderful water bird, just beyond the lawn;
Floats in the lake suddenly swan;
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From a store window
We watched a woman hit by a car
Wearing a bright summer dress
She moved in short staccato steps
In a desperate dance to stay alive
Hands reaching out
To no one.
Saw the driver’s face
Anger and impatience
None of us believed that a life could be over
This suddenly.
Sirens wailed in the background
Announcing what was to come
Gaze anchored in the distance
She held my hand
We begged her to hold on.
After it was over we stood up
Forming an impromptu circle
In the street
A father and his eight year old daughter
A middle aged woman
And myself
Strangers until this time
All speaking at once
Awkward handshakes
A timid pat on the back.
Still holding her father’s hand
The eight year old looked beyond our circle
Not listening
Not hearing
The sadness in her eyes
Told us what we didn’t want to know
Sweet innocence
Of a little girl
Was lost forever.