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The birth of Springtime in ways it’s seeming,
Fresh from the hive, the bees will now fly fine.
Surges of honey drops, it’s been teeming.
Pollen from honeysuckle on the vine.
Premonitions temp the mindful senses.
Lilies perfection slides over the green.
Softly heighten most wildly defences.
White forget-me-nots blossoms will be seen
On coloured wings, in sweet violet groves.
Sun flowers blooming with yellow desires.
Thoughts wonder, mid softly, plentiful troves.
Poetry flowed while the poet conspires.
With trickling gold frost symphonies explored,
The onset of Spring beauty has restored.
Shenanigans and poppycock -
the wild wood with unrest.
Will amazon deliver the chest
of acorns and walnuts before Winter sets?
On their “I” phones, those with bushy tails
don’t want to work for nibbles. Kips,
after a long, long, long day of texting,
waiting, shopping. Others hoard or steal
those treasure troves from every tree.
Collectibles, particularly nasty -
why would a little squirrel want a Barbie,
when a grownup can buy out and store
each box, in perfect shape, for a decade?
“Play with your phone, little kitten.”
Shenanigans and poppycock,
finger-licking goodness of ‘rents,
loving the kits with abominable gifts.
11/15/2022
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Whenever someone is referred to as the nicest it is you they mean,
You are also one of the most intelligent humans ever seen,
Not acknowledging your goodness is like committing a sin
Your greatness throws the best of others into a waste bin.
Beauty in no haste pastes a taste of deliciousness on your face,
The radiance of your smiles shines from a mile to brighten a gaze,
Your body sits on a seat of curvatures enough to quench a blaze,
You have a perfect combination of brain and beauty as a grace.
Prosperity prefers your home best for its bluntest expression of love,
Success brings you happiness with peace of mind fitting you like a glove,
The past pains of failures in your life have been relieved by God's oils of cloves,
Now your life is a reflection of blessings that's why prosperity filled up your troves.
May each of your days starts and ends with divine favours,
May good health and long life be there always for you to savour,
May abundance of wealth crown all your labours,
May you and your entire households enjoy blessings with divine flavours.
Ethiopia was easy to chew right through
African jungles taste delicious yum
Biodiversity treasure-troves devoured
No splintered aftertaste or toothpicks left
Eating Australia was a challenge
Don't want to hurt no kangaroos
I wish I had a bigger mouth for Europe
To cover bushes and lumber in one chomp
Rain in South America is like salad dressing
Makes me famished as trees vanish one by one
Canopy after canopy drop
This place is too alien for me
Sand has always been my favorite snack
I'm moving on to dryer spots
When I finish with this world real soon
It's off to other planets to consume
Dream
I took your hands into mine with a gaze
You smiled and murmured,
“I will not go, and why hold so tight?”
I let you go loose with a cautious look.
Though happy and blissful jiffy
Scared was I of the evading scene.
Will the time come grabbing you from me?
But stayed you till the end with me.
Rang the alarm eclipsing my soul
Dropping me to the world without you.
Realized did I, the biome of mine,
All alone but just with your memories.
Piercing is my soul, with a sharp dagger
Driving I am in the palanquin of grieve.
Beckons me the responsibilities you bestowed
Beholds and harnesses to this secluded world.
Bewildered I am to transcend;
Elated I am to live in the old bygones
The treasure troves of memories of you and us
That heaven have endued on us
Sandhya Bijoy
Did ole boris? gisell'a; and eppy too, go full
Bore' at a menager'i au troix.? Are there
videos to view? Right now we are seeing much bally-who? Its a sleazy scene that invades
My mind.' I'm sure a tellin you
( its quite un-kind ') we hear of
ministrial errors.' We face lies, rumour;
and terrors; yet more..Reality is coming
out, the swamp now has bled, we see
trial and error; with great trails of dead' as survivours always the same have said. It seems the pitfalls are many, and the informaition
Comes in shreds, sickening visceral acts
Are relayed, there are claims and counter
Even legal process has been halted;
delayed and Re-started; relied upon, and yet seems distorted? A sad tale of those who our betters would be' ending up as also rans
In as far as good posterity, those who once
Assembled together, now scramble to hide
As we learn, at least six million pieces of our puzzle reside, in a justice system? plus only God knows what else besides.? The doings of darkness; by princes and popes.'
kings maybe cavorting..there is salasciousness by tropes, there is torture and gore; and painfull gripes, the drinking of blood this is evil rife.' Are there lucifarian
Interests? Illuminate these claims' good
Lord reveal all those, of in-fame..From gutter creepers, to filthy tunnel keeoers, let the evil fables be made open' even fabian troves, let us smash the bloodied altars
And up-root the darkling groves.'
SHENANIGANS
Shenanigans and hullabaloos of the Westerners worsens our sins in this societal ruins,
washing-in it's wastes and wildness with unrest
just like Amazon delivering parcels with its crest.
The thief with the aim to survive hunger got an arrest
but corrupt wealthy well paid politicians goes for free,
Others hoard or pilfer treasure troves from every tree.
Neither envy unknown affluence of any type
nor thrive in the glory of other people's hype.
Don't live in the prison of other people's opinion.
Or meddle in their false esteemed & established union.
In all fairness, let the world handle it's business;
And despite life's shenanigans, show finesse.
You're one man army just as the people to the world.
The unpredictability of life got the world enamored.
Let the world face and stifle it's own thorn,
Don't be the bunch, but in your own sphere be the one.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December2022.
Next I will place baby saplings
with very special care, do magic breath blowgun landscaping like it was a dartboard
or canvas that once was bare.
Family Tree
I will bless it with new family members,
to faun over as part of their grove.
Undercover branches will weather the weather,
watching out for their new treasure troves.
They will sway and swing,
elementals with wind-stroked wings,
blocking out the glare and sting
of the Sun like sunscreen.
Sentinels with shades,
scenery canvasing the scene.
Or? Yeah I stick with what I said previously.
Between Earth and her inhabitants
does it really matter, when you really think,
which is the hand and which is the glove,
when we fit so comfortably?
Not to mention, speaking of hands,
not biting the one that feeds....
and hands of time and such things....
When we are as one together,
does it matter whatsoever which is artist
and which artistry?
We are all here for a reason with a reason to be.
The season of Life is God's canvas
and the Earth and We His masterpiece.
As a kid I dream of innocence,
and things the way they really should be.
The Earth I feel I know her well,
and the many ways she reveals her face to me.
In the foamy waves that bubbly kiss at my face.
The dustdevil mini-tornadoes that entertain me
when i'm bored with theatre of debris misplaced.
All the other wonders
that have caused the crowds to stare.
The flocks of show off birds who are snychronized swimming the air.
It feels like the ship’s half mast
Mystery as history’s been recast
The last ghost of Christmas past
Impropriety savaging our society
Notoriety ravaging the entirety
Fake tyrants make migrants an outcast
Primal survival and tribal bible revival
Mormon iconoclasts in Gormenghast
The nub of pub hubbub have a blast
Cloned then dethroned closing fast
Snub our community hub flabbergast
Crowds roared as bands toured
New names explored heaven sent
Adored venues & events floored
Ignored by deplored property fraud
Hysterical dissent & lyrical lament
Landlord hell bent the rent soared
Even cricket’s oldest format now old hat
Temper at T20’s emperors new clothes
Every game the same just tit & more tat
But treasure troves as in roves the droves
Milk or silk for the ilk of that fat cat twa*
Farce of the hospo carcass hospitalised
Reign of the chain stops Mom & Pop shops
Locavore lair despair flair heirs marmalised
Flops grandstanding bland branding pops
Deranged how we are now so estranged
No one mops up the slops Laptops drop
Changed so fast for many trumpets blast
Hark back to the rose tinted halcyon past
As smart phones are overcome by dumb
Aghast say goodbye to the whole AI lie
The forecast for the future well overcast
Last post of the host & ghost of the past
My life, like everybody else’s, is a treasure trove
with a mine from which one’s treasures are derived.
The familial bonds we form are platinum; our friendships gold.
These are precious ores that most souls are born to find with ease.
But all of us have other precious stones we need to mine.
They are the fruit of skills and talents put to their best use.
My treasure trove abounds with gems already -
ones that I discovered as a child.
Though rough in their natural form, most of them I opened
as I grew in understanding of God’s gifts for me.
Others not so easy to break open were able to be shaped,
for once I sought them out inside my mine
and cracked them open. . . their radiance was revealed to me.
Our precious gems, God-given, must not be squandered.
Once mined, they need to be shared.
Artists, teachers, scientists, tradesmen, leaders, even dreamers -
we all have different kinds of gemstones hidden in our mines.
Once, later on in my own life,
I came upon a silver tool used by many different types of artists.
I’d seen it in my youth but hardly used it.
Thousands of words lay embedded in that specific tool God gifted me.
I delved into the depths of my mine and learned
that I could tap and tap the silver worded tool upon each stone,
and finally a gem would then reveal itself to me.
The more I searched for stones to tap,
The more wondrous were the nuggets that appeared -
And there were more of them than I’d believed I could ever find -
buried there so deeply in my mine!
The art of crafting them and polishing them up
I was able to improve upon in time. . .
and found that even those less valuable could shine!
A poet’s gems need not be bought or sold.
Displaying them with love and pride alone can be fulfilling.
How I thrill to view a wide variety of gemstones
freely shown from others’ treasure troves.
From the rarest and the clearest multi-faceted
color-shifting Alexandrite and tanzanite,
and the most remarkable of diamonds, rubies,
sapphires, emeralds, amethyst and jade,
down to the lowliest of onyx, quartz, garnets, or agates,
each stone has something of the poet’s soul within it,
especially beautiful when polished to a brilliant sheen!
The more I open gemstones in my mine, the more of them I find,
and my silver-worded tool lies nearby at the ready.