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My life thoughts darkly whisper
of mortality
hidden,
like shame,
As my death lightly wanders
through eternity
infinite,
like timelessness.
Economic wealth roots from light,
enlightenment
as
Political health branches through power,
empowerment.
Space captures deducted form
as
Time frees inductive function
As punishing absence of peace exhales
bad monotheistic climates
so restoring justice can refill
creolizing multicultures,
co-passionate dipolar co-arisings
like life
and death
and bicameral paradox
bilateral fractal box
in-between
Space invites unconfined energy,
co-gravitating
as
Time remembers unSourced energy,
democratically uniting co-passions
throughout past
and future regenerations.
Left hemisphere ergodically longs
to restore immortal justice
as
Right hemisphere ionically belongs
to wondrously interdependent
contextual
multicultural
transubstantiating
synergetic
holonic
holy
sacred peace,
Kingdoms of God
QueenSeas of EarthMother Wombs,
Fathers
and HolonicWinds/HolyWaves.
Yang invests in ecosystemic light
as
Yin divests of egocentric
economic
capitalistic
win/lose anthro-centric
anti-ecological
degenerative
patriarchally predative
LeftBrain monoculturally dominating
power.
Economically cooperative experiences
darkly whisper of mortality
hidden,
like egotistic shame,
UnCompetitive fear of death lustily wanders
through enculturing eternity,
infinite history,
like angry timelessness.
The color of my heart is red- and true.
Dark red glows love- pink, altruistic care.
But at the same time, radiates rich blue
as loyalty dwells strong and deep in there.
Just like a rainbow, it can wane soft green
to share with all, its peaceful, tranquil hue;
then show bright rays of orange-tangerine
when creativity yields its gifts too.
And golden yellow blends right in to spread,
as my heart holds up hope for all to feel.
Throughout my life, past, present, and ahead,
my heartfelt empathies- their tints reveal.
My heart, both in and out, is rainbow-lined-
the spectrum of its colors, unconfined.
~1st Place~
Standard Contest - Any Form
Sponsor, Brian Strand
~6th Place~
Contest: Colour Of My Heart
Sponsor, John Hamilton
THE BLACK PHARAOH
In modern lands where histories entwine,
Timeless eminence and strength remain.
A Black Pharaoh rises, strong, proud & reigns,
Echoes of ancient lost glory now aligns.4
As a symbol of resilience, he sits on his golden throne,
Presence like a sculpture, carved from ancient stone,
In the bustling city streets, he dominates.
On his shoulders, are cities and fate.8
The Nile's majestic flow and legacy,
Reflect in him, a symbol of decree,
Astride the pyramids of olden days,
A ruler, bold and just in myriad ways.¹²
With wisdom deep as ancient tombs profound,
He leads and dominates, unconfined.
A visionary monarch, bold, black and wise,
In his gaze, hope and progress harmonize.¹6
In this modern age, a Pharaoh anew,
Guides his realm with grace, and vision true.¹8
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? January 2024.
MONEY TREE
In a garden of dreams, where riches abound,
Stands majestic, a tree, with wonders profound,
Its branches unfurl, like treasures untold,
A masterpiece of nature, a tree made of gold.
Behold the money tree, in all its grandeur,
Its leaves shimmering, with a glossy allure,
Each leaf a currency, an emblem of power,
A symbol of abundance, a fortune to devour.
With roots deeply planted in fertile ground,
It thrives on ambition, where dreams are found,
Nurtured by hard work, watered by desire,
The money tree blossoms, soaring higher.
Its trunk sturdy and firm, a pillar of strength,
An icon of wealth, beyond measure or length,
But true riches lie not in its golden façade,
For seeds of generosity, it holds with no regard.
The money tree gives, it shares its grand wealth,
A beacon of hope, to those struggling with stealth,
Providing shelter & comfort, to those in need,
Its branches extend, sowing kindness as a creed.
Yet, let not this vision become avarice's snare,
For the money tree's bounty, we must learn to share,
Let compassion guide our every pursuit,
And the tree's blessings shall bear eternal fruit.
So, plant your own money tree, in your heart and mind,
Nurture it with gratitude, and love unconfined,
May it grow & flourish with harmony's embrace,
And let abundance shower upon this sacred space.
For true wealth lies not in the gold we attain,
But in the love, connection, and joy we sustain.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©? November 2023.
Sometimes especially on days sunny and so quaint
I feel like tossing my bonnet without restraint
Just exposing my mind freshly vividly bepaint
How else strangers and neighbours can I acquaint
Flowers and sunshine and rainbows on my brain I would paint
Crevasses and all, Chances are I wouldn’t be mistaken for a saint
Maybe passers-by would gawk and possibly even faint
I would prance around hatless not hearing one complaint
Ignoring anyone who would frown thinking I’m attaint
For laughs I might pretend and blow a feint
But I would only laugh so loud ‘cause touched by them I ain’t
In my wildest rowdiest boldest colours without constraint
Imagine all the lovely people I would find
Who are exposing too their painted mind
And much too genuine to be colour-blind
Uplifting to meet kindred minds unconfined
Loving smiling faces of humankind
Read on air by invitation ~ April 10, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on February 22, 2018 for contest MIND THE WET PAINT sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 3RD
Haven is a safe harbor to shelter from a storm.
A castle with a moat, a gate, a gangway— it's safe and warm;
a pause between exposures, not some prison fortress,
a place to lower your guard, to undress your distress.
Crossing its threshold, outside laws lose their reach.
The storm rages on, smashing into rock walls along the beach.
The longer you linger, the harder it is to leave.
Sanctuary breeds dependence; its reprieve can deceive.
Stay long enough, and the anchors learn to bind.
Safe walls grow inward, closing around the mind.
A haven keeps both entrance and escape unconfined.
A sanctuary locks the exit, when leaving is declined.
Four walls and even headphones can make a room.
A garden shed, a studio retreat, lets stolen hours bloom.
Even a kind shoulder, a hug, or an empty chair—
can be small atolls where, we briefly taste fresh air.
A haven needs the storm raging beyond its door.
The harbor never stills the troubled sea offshore.
We sleep because we have briefly quieted our fear—
Yet even in our dreams, we know what brought us here.
The safest anchor can still chain us to the bay.
The shelter becomes a prison when we linger overstay.
A haven earns its name by sending us restored.
Back across the gangplank we once fled aboard.
"footprints 2"
"Go gliding like an Eagle
where Poets go
music will lead -
through truth,
Love will show"
He said,
"When you think
all is gone,
that’s where real
Love
will show..."
"Fire and Lava flows,"
He said,
"Hell freezes over
While Snowglobes
are turned upside down
and smashed on
The Road..."
Teardrops on The Fraz
knows,
watching
tears falling warm
tears falling slow
He turns over
The Snowglobe
The Past
slowly lets go
From a prison
released
Solitarily
Unconfined,
Slow
"Go gliding like an Eagle
where Poets go
music will lead -
through truth,
Love will show"
She said,
"Freedom. Keys. Piano."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
In gardens kissed by morning dew,
Geraniums rise like fine painting on the canvas of earth,
Their petals an articulate design in scarlet hue,
Each bloom radiates a joyous story of rebirth.
Their leaves, like emerald shields,
stand strong, Guarding secrets whispered in the wind,
In sunlight's embrace, they sing their song,
A symphony of colors, unconfined.
With stems that reach for azure skies,
They dance with grace in summer's breeze,
Their fragrance, a whispered lullaby,
Carried by the wings of bees.
Like sentinels in nature's grand design,
Geraniums bloom, a living art,
Their beauty, a beacon that ever shines,
A testament to nature's heart.
SPLINTERS
an
overwhelming
image
wraps itself
around
the tension
compresses
space
with ambiguity
of perspective
splintering
the
idea of
being
the
actuality
of seeing
the
metaphysical
the&
emotional
distinction
unconfined
&
inexpressible
engaged
in the
physical
appreciation
&
connection
of
the collective.
significance
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
In golden years, where time slows its pace,
Retirement's embrace, a serene grace.
Beyond the clock's ticking, life anew,
Unveiling vistas, dreams to pursue.
No longer bound by the daily grind,
A symphony of moments, unconfined.
Wisdom gained, like a timeless tome,
Outliving retirement, finding a home.
Each day unfolds with leisure's delight,
A canvas of joy, painted just right.
Embracing passions, long set aside,
In the twilight, a second wind resides.
Echoes of laughter, shared tales unfold,
A narrative spun in threads of gold.
Outliving retirement, a second chance,
Dancing through life's eternal dance.