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DIRGE OF THE UNBORN
The Owl hoots
In the smooth silence of midnight drama,
3 a.m thick darkness
Unrivalled by neither the moon nor stars.
She moans and wail in excruciating pain
Forgetting the envisioned end from the beginning,
Her pain shrouded my pleas from within;
'You can not deliver the goods
When your heart is heavier than the load'.
Reverberation & movements announce my readiness,
My time is overdue in the confines of the sack
I am eighteen months old...wow...
And belly-laden, without seeing the light.
I care less about the place we are,
It doesn't matter the doctor's gadgets,
Equipments or resources available,
I just want to make
my first long awaited cry.
But was it to be??
My virtues pleaded with a soft conscience
And I hear them say: "it will be okay",
With a totality and constitutional agreement.
But consent majority rule
Only in groups of one, which are you.
They said it will be successful and fine
But in less than three hours
My fate was sign, sealed and delivered,
They said I will be complete
But now, I am empty
And what are left are pieces of me;
Echoes of distress,
Ripples of life and soul,
Swimming in the pool of tears, Momma,
Regrets hovers on the faces of deep depression;
They could have been more cautious
And Orthodox in their operations.
"...although we've been successful in million cases", they said.
They never boast more loudly
than when there is no one to expose them,
Lie away to your heart's content
After all, never will they be
another Christ resurrection to contradict thee.
Smh.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2014.
THE UNICORN
Ever seen a more beautiful sight?
She is drowning into the wind
All sail set,
Triple tangled,
Purple pearl gears,
Glittering glassy artilleries,
Unrivalled weaponry.
Isn't she a beauty
She's got the wind behind.
Look at the velocity she's setting,
Barely noticing the Barbados.
With a grip of urn full of rum
And the finest of tobacco
The hearts of the sail's set
For the audacity of hope.
The red pennant,
The blood line's cold
And every sea captain
Looks upon that flag
For he knows he faces a fight to death
And then he saw her,
As an apparition mounting from the dead.
The sea rose in it watery execution.
But I was told sea lion don't flee
From the wavers watery wonders.
Instead, he staggers not but swaggers on
Until they sail past the North Pole
And trodden upon the sands of Sahara.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2014.
Can you imagine a bond with one I have hardly seen?
But if I can call someone my bosom buddy, it is Maureen.
We contact over the phone daily as a routine.
In keeping our friendship intact, both of us are keen.
We first met accidentally at the office canteen.
Soon she went away to another place and was never seen.
She was then so very young, hardly nineteen.
Her appearance and manners were quite clean.
She was petite and lean with a pleasant mien,
Endowed with a heart with qualities umpteen.
She seldom says or does anything harsh or mean.
Sane in her decisions with a disposition serene,
In my heart’s innermost shrine, she stays ever green
Also brightens my life with dazzling sheen
She reigns in my heart as an unrivalled queen.
In my sorrow and in every need, on her, I can lean!
October.4.2022
Resubmitted for Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Single Stanza Monorhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor. L MILTON HANKINS
Time's admirer hijacks sections
Rips strings of delicious from fattest flesh
Imbibes fibres provided sublimely
Licks fingers with shameless relish
Nature's passenger adequately dazzled
Rides intention piloted by passivity
Waterwheel which in turn feeds many
Delivers ceaseless needed energy
Rise makes way to fall: a pair inevitable
Weaving a trail mountainside as goat
Supplied segment of cycle's spectacle
Leaving views acceptance of what follows
Leaf litter tickets event for fantastic next
Mouldering grows mushrooms quickly
Spring brings surprise unrivalled gifts
Finds a shape, adopts a place unchecked
Become slowly resplendent in your realm
Adoration wells from inclusive depiction
Autumn acknowledges drifting's worth
Inactivity observes thriving of parallels
I'm amazed at the sun
Shining brightly on high
I'm amazed at the flowers
The bright butterflies
I'm amazed at the mornings
With the coo of the dove
I'm amazed at the charm
And the power of love
It transcends all the beauty
This world has to give
It's what makes us whole
A reason to live
To bask in the warmth
Of that feeling divine
A feeling unrivalled
Of true love undying
All the great poets
From Shelley to Keats
Have tried to describe it
How it makes us complete
What a terribly sad place
This earth would be
Without someone special
To share what we see
I'm amazed at the mountains
Majestic and tall
I'm amazed at the love
That we share most of all
I'm amazed at the sun
Shining brightly on high
I'm amazed at the flowers
The bright butterflies
I'm amazed at the mornings
With the coo of the dove
I'm amazed at the charm
And the power of love
It transcends all the beauty
This world has to give
It's what makes us all whole
A reason to live
To bask in the warmth
Of that feeling divine
A feeling unrivalled
Of true love undying
All the great poets
From Shelley to Keats
Have tried to describe it
How it makes us complete
What a terribly sad place
This earth would be
Without someone special
To share what we see
I'm amazed at the mountains
Majestic and tall
I'm amazed at the love
That we share most of all
© Jack Ellison 2012
I gaze on your absence
And listen to the rhythm of my heart
As my fantasy echoes its lyrics
In signs of uncompromising emotions
I daydream of your humorous presence
The hilarious sensation mingled with such a seriousness
A mellifluous meld of alphabets and sounds
And the coo anthem of "go jor"
I missed every fun we shared
And every care I gave
I reminisce every truth you told:
Anxious secrets spilled from shying lips
I yearn for the spark in your subtle eyes,
The easy of your gentle breath,
And the wet warmth company of your acrobatic tongue;
Conveyed quid pro quo exciting caresses
Though our paths set on reverse realities
And these may soon be buried in the dunes of time
Still I will behold you in the memories of our memorial night
For your love prints are unrivalled impressions
THE UNICORN
Ever seen a more beautiful sight?
She is drowning into the wind
All sail set,
Triple tangled,
Purple pearl gears,
Glittering glassy artilleries,
Unrivalled weaponry.
Isn't she a beauty
She's got the wind behind.
Look at the velocity she's setting,
Barely noticing the Barbados.
With a grip of urn full of rum
And the finest of tobacco
The hearts of the sail's set
For the audacity of hope.
The red pennant,
The blood line's cold
And every sea captain
Looks upon that flag
For he knows he faces a fight to death
And then he saw her,
As an apparition mounting from the dead.
The sea rose in it watery execution.
But I was told sea lion don't flee
From the wavers watery wonders.
Instead, he staggers not but swaggers on
Until they sail past the North Pole
And trodden upon the sands of Sahara.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2014.
There sat in opulent xanadu, the
demagogue of empirical hedonism,
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:
gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion,
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism.
The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York, erstwhile Prince of Wales,
the proclaimed young heir, stood far from the course of sceptical euphemism;
The heir apparent had a historical encounter with Wallis Warfield Simpson by fatalism,
by wooing Wallis, the royal blood encountered, clangorous cynical criticism.
The resultant mayhem broke, the blue- blood became the bottleneck of idealism;
sagacious, was brooding strategies to be the prototype of unprecedented heroism.
The proclaimed marriage faced vehement oppositions:
encompassing : religious, political, legal and moral objections.
The outright denial to accept Wallis as the king's consort, broke the anticipated rebellion,
Edward's refusal to give her up, led to his final abdication.
When was quite apparent, he could not marry his beloved Simpson,
finally settled to rebuke the throne from etched imperialism as emancipation.
The man of the hour was then entitled "the Duke of Windsor", a transformation stunned the world and wrote an unprecedented statement in chronicle after abdication.
Edward VIII, once epitome of monarchism, became an ideal icon of asceticism.
A sybarite, turned commoner by deserting the successive chair of the british kingdom to wed his ladylove;
a tale of unprecedented impeccable loyalism.
The abdicator's epitaph on Royal Burial Ground, Frogmore,
is still bearing in indelible transcription,
the testimony of an uncustomary love saga of renunciation.
An epoch making transformation, decades have ever witnessed from iconic monarchism to transcendental loyalism:
through unprecedented renouncement
of the bequeathed throne
to array chronicle's unrivalled iconoclasm.
All Rights Reserved © SILPIKA KALITA
Imagine the most successful version of you.
Imagine something that can actually come true.
Imagine all that success and what it would do.
Imagine all the failure that you plough through.
Imagine that dream job or successful career.
Imagine a life partner you love more each year.
Imagine your children you hold so dear.
Imagine happiness and a world of no fear.
Imagine your unrivalled talent,
the happiness, respect, wealth and love.
A life where you are most gallant,
imagine a freedom that flies like a dove.
A fantastic life which you empower,
away from sadness, bitter and sour,
outdoing rivals and making them cower,
when every hour is your finest hour.
Imagine imagine the life you imagine will actually happen
and you will live it for real one day.
Your resilience creates brilliance as skills broaden,
creating access to success on a vast array.
Now process this motion picture that is your own notion,
the life of glory and its extraordinary story.
Right now it lives in your imagination,
you hide it there to avoid humiliation.
But, just think about this,
this could be your only chance to exist.
Can you choose to believe wholeheartedly
what you imagine can become reality?
It's already real,
it's happened in your head,
so can become something you feel
before you are dead.
You can imagine
and you can dream,
with application these ways
could be seen.
If you can dream and imagine what life could be like,
then be brave each day and try to reach that height.
Your energy will drain so use it sensibly,
rest as you need to along this tiresome journey.
Difficulties always ease with familiarity,
strive for your aim and never switch to plan b.
Be strong physically and mentally,
and life will become what you want it to be.
And know you may seem deluded,
until the day the journey is concluded.
If you are persistent you will get through,
and the impossible will someday happen to you.
Dream a dream of the best you,
chase that dream until it comes true.
If it can happen in your head,
it can happen before you're dead,
live life brave before you reach the grave.
"it always seems impossible until it is done" - Ghandi