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No longer do i seek
divination through
antiquated sorcery,
Nor supplicate to nebulous
spirits in clandestine
reverie.
I renounce the esoteric, the
obfuscatory, the occulted
night,
For I have found an
effulgent, benedictory,
convenantal light.
My soul rejects
thaumaturgical illusions and
superstitious chains,
And clings to the
transcendent, the
veracious, where true
freedom reigns.
No hex, no sigil, no arcane
nomenclature can compare,
To the omnipotent grace
that answers every
whispered prayer.
Let the ephemeral
glamorous of witchcraft
dissipate,
I walk now in sanctification-
redeemed, restored, and
consecrate.
Sondering mind which realises the agony of every heart,
this is how the journey of a poet starts.
Praise and prejudice he receives all,
one who rises is bound to fall.
For telling the truth and being a sleuth,
the poet is refrained.
His veracious poetries are simply disdained.
Using his pen like a sword he slashes through the society to know it all,
the ugly truth makes his body shiver,
his candour heart starts to quiver.
A poet is a mirror of the society ,
who portrays the real picture with propriety.
He writes what he feels,
he writes what he sees.
He has seen love blossoming in the middle of a war.
He has seen treachery in a family of four.
He has seen the fear in the eyes of a prey when the lion roars.
The duty of a poet is to write and write with all his might.
To write about war and forget love,
is like describing the colour white without mentioning dove.
Sorrows ,misery and happiness are the stanzas of the same poem,
look around my dear friend, you will find a poet in every home.
Please don’t create all the drama
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not
start in on the texting girl just stop.
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent.
All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to
sour grapes is not a good look.
I don’t want to play all these games.
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.
With knowledge some seek to feed,
the veracious appetite of man.
We create things we do not need,
feeding egos and because we can.
In frozen storage men we place,
for revival at some future date.
For new technology man does race,
before his time's grown late.
Does ability alone make it right,
With God, is this an abomination?
Have we forgotten that he gave light,
that he's in charge of creation?
From first a tomato, bio grown,
then next a sheep named Dolly.
Now man, we have desire to clone,
surely God won't allow this folly.
If God allows man to be cloned,
would we find within a soul?
God above is not dethroned,
he alone can make man whole.
The very fact man seeks to clone,
tells me we've strayed off track.
Leave reproduction, to God, alone,
in knowledge he has no lack.
I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals
Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.
Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted
akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?
Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary
in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,
generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate
and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.
What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease
A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!
Hundred million K' away neighbour, Mars
Hovers bolognese smeared brother, ice brick
Fondness for possibles although bizarre
Intoxicate screw loose hair brained psychic
Frog skin glint silk soak, last page of atlas
Frigid rift in regolith terracotta
Ancient alien sustaining chalice
Embalms escargot creatures exotic
Savant submerged in claiming lake, limbs grey
Gnawed on by hordes of sword fish ravenous
Haunting waters, explorer credere
Stores files in his spongy tissue camera
Angora cotton ball goats, horns antennas
Munch dust, dull marbles watch earth untether
Still the twentieth of October
Extra terrestrial Thursday
Some places
make you shudder
as your night train toils on by.
Sadness and nostalgia
bleed into each other,
both slip down the throat of time.
Now and then, you escape a prison
looking back, you see a gate locking
itself once more.
Time gulps as it breaths you in.
This is what the night train does,
it forces you to look at your journey
as if through an ever-fading light.
You wish you were back,
lightly hovering over sharks,
not bungy jumping
over veracious mermaids,
however, there is no stopping,
you are a night train
on a trackless way
and the rain is pounding
you through,
now only distant streetlights
reveal
the smudged print
of your passing
After what has occurred...not for the absurd herds who truths have blurred & turds have stirred but for the nerds who once heard purred...
When things addle & are oh so bleak
Trump in the saddle havoc will wreak
Chagrin at mandarin a tangerine freak
Will straddle the raddled.. no mystique
Without a paddle in a proverbial creek
Quips make the pips of weak squeak
A foolish clique who damnation seek
Monstrosity such animosity at the meek
Avaricious & pernicious ghoulish streak
Pomposity of atrocity bare faced cheek
The velocity and the ferocity does reek
Mother nature’s fears she does shriek
Lachrymosity at sneers her tears leak
Boasts from fossil fuel ghosts still speak
On her death bed the hosts posts creak
Any generosity our curiosity does pique
Consideration of others makes us unique
Veneration of a tried & tested technique
Approbation for appreciation we can eke
Will freely admit that I am a bit of geek
Ardour for a lexicon larder I can tweak
Another peek tinker changes do sneak
Armada of rhymes for times so oblique
Are these poetic crimes need a critique
On a whim send to a hack at their peak
Bloke with bespoke flair a chic boutique
Tim with rare warmth of a teak antique
Love your vim cheers you made my week
p.s It's outrageous as the earth does bleed to be freed must be courageous plead we maybe vexatious but need to be tenacious fight each sh*te jibe from Trump the chump's mendacious & rapacious diatribe... ta muchly to the gracious & vivacious Tim Hayward our sagacious & loquacious scribe who indeed does sow the seed to feed our good greed with his bodacious even salacious vibe & creed.. the go to for our voracious & audacious tribe...a breed who just love to imbibe..(don't be so cynical there's no bribe...me being veracious so use your swede.. pay heed make sure you read & subscribe)
BELOVED BOSOMLY BESTIE
Swift & Sweet Salone-Titi as the Washington West Wind,
Frenzy, fearsome & fair stallion,
Your loving heart heals a battalion,
Tho a victim of veracious voluptuous vociferous bum,
But many wish they replicate you, tho different for some,
Wisdom is not only your name but your act,
You tower even far above imagination and fact,
Your tenderness is like kisses from a dear,
No better feeling I can get than having you near,
No fear in your love
Cos your cheer is enough,
I shed ink and punch screen because I miss you,
Hope my words top your cup to the full.
My DIVINEly REBEKAH & one in a millie DELPHINA,
The passion in me that burns & drips like liquid fire,
Now I'm fulfilled to call thee wifey,
Because the butter has been spread o'er the bread nicely.
Beloved bosomly bestie,
Swift & Sweet Salone-titi as the Washington West Wind.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 28th March, 2020.
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A luminous sun steadily glaring
Becomes a phenomenal scene
Can blind the observer's eyes
Diffusing its light very quickly
Effulgent as a winter's moon
Fascinating as the calmest sea
Grand illusion of the unreachable Paradise
Herald of the unconquerable skies
Image of the painter's mind
Jocular clouds turning gold
Key West resembles a desert
Lambent dense buckwheat
Masterpiece of His handiwork
Nascent serenity exalted by bells
October's imminent farewell
Piercing the peace of a perfect morning
Quotidian prayer recited by the fisherman
Ravishing his sincere soul
Satisfying the unwavering belief
Tending to instill more faith
Unimpeachable as integrity
Veracious as Christ himself
Wayward as untamed wind
xenon turning to sweet aroma
Yellow bay guarded by black rocks
Zenith's color is tangerine not blue