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WOLVES IN SHEEP CLOTHINGS
Darkness cloaked in innocence’s guise,
Wolves in sheep clothing, cunning & wise.
They prowl & stalk, in shadows they hide.
Their masks never fades, their true selves denied.4
Wolves in sheep's clothing, so sly & discreet,
They roam in the shadows, with eyes full of deceit.
Their words are like honey, their smiles so benign,
But beneath their façade, lies a cunning design.8
Dear traveler, beware of their sweet lullabies,
For their gentle whispers are nothing but lies.
Their teeth are sharp, their hunger uncontained,
In woolen disguise, their wickedness feigned.¹²
They weave their illusions in subtle embrace
With gentle demeanor, a soft-spoken grace.
But beware, for their hearts are not meek,
These wolves sheep claded, so sly & oblique.¹6
Keep your eyes open, trust your gut's feeling,
For among the gentle, the wolves may be stealing.
But fear not, for the naked truth shall unfold,
The sheep-feigned wolves falsehoods be told.²°
Their deceit knows no bounds, their malice runs deep,
In the land of the innocent, they silently creep.²²
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VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th February 2024.
It's alive, don't you see
the very air around you breathe -
Breathe in, breathe out
like the tornadic wind that turns about;
You cannot harness it nor reign it in
revolving within this earthly spin;
its images digress
along south, north, east and west,
terrestrial and atmospheric virility
hostile, unfathomable, primal futility;
It's the spirit uncontained
like stormy skies and falling rain
The earth, the air, and the wind lives in humility
the spirit held within, alive in its fragility.
For Miranda Hawley's contest,
Personification of the Elements
9/13/23
Rarely did the family speak
of secrets and knowledge weak and indiscreet
but as we all know, shared laughter and tears wept
draw out our secrets uncontained, never kept.
For years, my aunts were mysterious
talking of our origins quite serious,
deciphering was impossible unless you knew
a few words to interpret better as you grew.
Little ears often strained
to know what grownups held hidden in their domain;
listening for the words more easily understood
and in that revelation of not what happened but could.
Aunt and uncles, cousins too, disliked aunt Jean most intense
and distanced themselves from the family name in their defense
of the stories never to be told except in quiet retrospect;
Aunt Jean, you see, was wild, restless, behaving most incorrect.
She danced in bar room halls
discarding her clothes for all
as drunken men leered upon her naked form
she was that way from the very day she was born.
She was a free spirit, bipolar, un-diagnosed back then
freely taken in and loved by many men
the black sheep shunned by our family
looked down upon because of her own sense of sanity.
Why? The children never really knew
except to follow the elders set cue,
but as I look back over time
sanity may be found wanting in the selfless climb.
my endless void of grief breathes pain
no light, no hope, no peace, no gain
just aching hollow uncontained
my memories unspoken
on replay always broken
adrift upon a glassy sea
of nothingness, a nowhere me
sedated by my apathy
a shell, a husk, no feeling
a ghostly past comes stealing
a whisper sighs within the haze
a truth sublime begins to blaze
life can be better than this phase
The mirror starts to splinter
An end for endless winter?
then breath returns somehow within
and pulse where none before had been
a hint of light past darkest sin
dim, unsure, yet brighter still
to heal a long broken will
the journey long, dark and bitter
yet beauty found amidst litter
grace and strength to become fitter
inner light, no surrender
heart unbroken but tender
;
Once upon a cold winter's night
There reigned a snow-capped mountain
The rock hearth glowed with embers bright
And love flowed like a seeping fountain
In memories it flows again unslain
Snowy winters come and go and go
Snow 'pon the mountain thins
Fires in the rocky hearth sometimes glows
Only on cold winter nights~ love spins
And pain's memory chamber ends
Snowy mountains don't remain
Avalanches, earthquakes take their due
For that mountain love uncontained
Let that hearth fire now renew
Amazing love flourish and accrue
Inspired by Francine Roberts
Contest: A Winter's Night In English Quintain
Written: November 23, 2013
Line of Inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
Serenity of Spirit is to be invited inside,
not captured and held.
Its movements unfettered and as free
as waves crashing over the sea.
I touch them as they rush to shore,
uncontained, refusing to be restrained
like the sacred stirrings of a silent spirit.
God's light reflects across open waters.
Of its inspiring ebb and flow, I am aware
that He is everywhere... in ocean swells,
dwelling in depths of cerulean Chakra
I feel the bliss of fernweh* inside me
That distant place I cannot see
but exists at the end of the path I follow
once awakened from doubt,
where God's light and love await me.
Words are unspoken during meditation
offering adoration and solemn appeal.
It's tantamount truth I seek...
sincere belief, devotedly divined
not of the body, but in spirit and mind.
Intoxicating, the righteous realization
that God's light glows within me
with calmness when spirit is inhaled,
carrying with it the elegant essence
of a pious paradise; an Elysium Eden.
In a komorebi** moment, shadows fled
when revealed was God's grace,
His radiant presence,
and in the palpable peace I felt
my soul was filled with reverence.
My heart needed spiritual healing...
a transformation I eagerly accepted
when he planted wisdom seeds in me.
*fernwey - yearning for a distant place
**komorebi - embodies a sense of tranquility
A dream of you and me
A beach house by the sea
A stroll along the shore
Knowing we want more
But this gets better yet
Wait until sunset
Stars and Venus rise
Desire's in our eyes
It's still a little soon
Not before the moon
And then a night of bliss
Commencing with The Kiss
A waiting music stand
A blanket on the sand
A chair with one guitar
Four hands, I help you barre
Before long unrestrained
Passion uncontained
The song we make and play
Carries us away
The heights that we achieve
Are heights none could believe
And when all's said and done
We toast the rising sun
Verse 1
Pink lavender honeyed skies swallowed the day
then we fly through a banyan tree
to admire an air plant without soil on display
a turquoise cocoon burst forth at noon
seeking out the nectar of an incoming flower
unreckoned and true
Chorus
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am lost
thrown into the sea without bottom or shore
constantly treading the vilest of waters
ankle-deep, knee-deep, waist-deep, neck-deep Lord
guided by galaxies, formed by your mountains
lavished in radiance I cannot afford
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am forlorn
Verse 2
through arabah wasteland to engedi's shoreline
where eneglaim waits at the edge of the deep
the slaves by birth rising in filthy rags wading
into waters too wide and too holy to keep
leaves will not wither and fruit will still flourish
and herbs will heal everything exiled in me
jasper and sapphire and pearl at the threshold
where the dead brine drinks till its currents run free
Chorus
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am lost
thrown into the sea without bottom or shore
constantly treading the vilest of waters
ankle-deep, knee-deep, waist-deep, neck-deep Lord
guided by galaxies, formed by your mountains
lavished in radiance I cannot afford
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am forlorn
Verse 3
no longer roaming the vilest of waters
the ransom was paid at the turn of the tide
carnelian burning like embers inside me
chrysolite green where the filthy rags died
beryl and topaz and chrysoprase dawning
amethyst jacinth and ruby my name
emerald and onyx where filthy rags clothed me
I flew through the banyan tree never the same
Chorus
O Captain, You paid the ransom when I was lost
thrown into the sea without bottom or shore
no longer treading the vilest of waters
ankle-deep, knee-deep, waist-deep no more Lord
guided by galaxies formed by Your mountains
lavished in radiance I could not afford
O Captain, You paid the ransom when I was forlorn
Outro
leaves will not wither
fruit will flourish
herbs will heal
unreckoned, uncontained,
mysteriously free.
The sea holds the moon, a celestial affair,
A rendezvous of light, a poetic declare.
Unbound, unrestricted, they dance with grace,
A symphony of elements, an eternal embrace.
The moon, a luminary in the vast midnight sky,
Drifting amidst the stars, it catches every eye.
But in the ocean's depths, a secret is untwined,
A passionate bond, where two worlds are swirled.
Beneath the lunar glow, the sea's heart beats strong,
Captivated by the moon, it sings a soothing song.
Not conditioned by tides, nor constraints of time,
Their connection defies logic, a love so sublime.
Beneath the heels of waves, the moon finds peace,
Reflected in ripples, a divine interlace.
The sea, an endless canvas, a reflection so pure,
Carrying the moon's glow, an enchanting allure.
In this mystic union, emotions paint the night,
The sea whispers secrets, holding the moon so tight.
Together, they inspire dreamers, stargazers, and more,
An exquisite union forever entwined at the core.
So let the sea hold the moon, in its unending embrace,
A poetic symphony, a love beyond time and space.
Unbound, uncontained, they share an eternal dance,
A celestial romance, leaving hearts in a trance.
Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity
Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib
Flicks of incandescent glory
And slivers of glee,
Like dolphins leaping or whales breaching
Into the spontaneous’ ephemeral sparkle,
Ignite gusts of rumbling grace
Rushing past anxious spirals,
Sneaking past solemn's gates,
In explosions of uncontained whimsy -
As springs of roiling combustions
Split life draining millstones,
And rock musty routines that shuffle
Bathing the unsmiling dower dirge
With thunder dancing across sullen waters
To christen spontaneity’s godchild
With new robes of unrehearsed mirth
And a dedicated named -
Laughter!