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Loneliness is killing me silently
Thy memoire are shagging me so intense
I am unable to sleep peacefully
Thou..revisiting me is a suspense
Parceling feelings in the communion
Glancing upon waves of lustful romance
Awaiting world,force couples re-union
Betwixt inappropriate circumstance
Caressing his face in photo album
Again and again true love vail for him
Awe-struck entangled nerves fail to fathom
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim
Hither and thither swirls my moaning brain
Squirts out extreme vigour of thine in drain
7-6-2020
~DEEPA~
Note:Written for Summer's Heat Sonnet poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Coffee Addiction
Calibrating coffee homeostasis flows easily back and forth
On the ‘high’-way of instant craze and crave of gratification
'Feodor' true to his name slurps the divine gift all day to rise
From moody withdrawal of night slumber slumping aground
Energetic vigour and buoyant exuberance alights from
Exhaustion brought on by life and pulsating caffeine’s fix
Abortive attempts to reduce hooked intake accrued no success
Doomed at one time and in lack of hot water 'Feodor' even
Dissolved coffee in Cola to feed effervescent dependence
Imbalanced the mixture blew up but nourished his need
Caressed by foam on his face he confronted his addiction
To vow not to drink less tropical grind but have water
In sufficient vital supplies at all times to keep well afloat
On balance his highs derived from his beverage of choice
Navigate his depression much better than Cocaine or booze
30th November
CELEBRATION
Celebrating 40 like a hottie, I victoriously venture valiantly in my New Era,
Vowing to vanquish every vexing challenge as I get older,
Yet younger, yielding to the years of yesterday.
With vigour & vitality in victory, I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY...
To yours truly, as I celebrate added year soulfully.
I valiantly vanquish the veil of doubt and fear,
Vowing to victoriously voyage through life's labyrinthine year.
With veritable vitality, I vigorously venture ahead,
Victoriously claiming glory after all done & said.
Though my age & appearance decide to fool me,
I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me, yours truly!
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 16th February 2025.
POVERTY
Poverty stalks my dreams in the night
As he walks on the beach, 'tween tides of time
He shelters in shadows, away from the light
And thou I can't see him, he follows my line
And nothing I do will make him take flight
But as he circles, sheltered in shade
I wander along to his old Devil song
And hear him and fear him and feel so afraid
For I wonder to whom my soul will belong
As he lurches along the trail I have made
Dragging Demons for me, out the sack on his back
While I just need to sleep in dark dunes of sand
But he waits 'til I stagger to start his attack
Then seizes me tight in the grip of his hand
As the seams of my dreams all fade into black
So we wander along, shackled together
To shuffle the shore, at a slovenly pace
With Conscience in tow,whatever the weather
For she's in no hurry to finish the race
With a hold on my soul, her song is forever
But stumbling on stones thrown up by the sea
My nemesis Death is heading this way
He digs up old wounds, to hurl them at me
As stalking beneath a sky of slate grey
He callously casts them, with vigour and glee
Now I spot his companions, Illness and Fear
Who are lurking close by, just waiting to show
Their slow recognition, as we grow near
But now I do fear, they will deal me a blow
So I fight against Fate, to escape and get clear
But they come within reach, so we sit on the beach
In a hollow called Hope, where we celebrate Hate
A faithful old friend, who seems to be late
But the party has started, and will go on 'til dawn
When they all will decide, just to whom I belong.
Torn and tempest tossed
Steering straight I cannot
How narrow is that line
To keep me safe between
The devil and the deep blue sea
Too easy it is to stray on
To the primrose path
Where live in wait deadly dangers
To drag us deep or devour
So tempting is that siren song
Which I find hard to resist
And I fear the clashing rocks
In sailing the strait and narrow channel
Where turbulence of mind seethes
to draw us in its drift
Into the depths of drugs
Or make us succumb
To the pleasures of the flesh
Wearying for moments
Climaxing in ecstasy but draining
Our mental vigour,emptied
And shorn of true meaning.
When caught between
The act and its intent.
Tickets sell wickets follow fell well aplenty
Hard to swallow... feel hollow just empty
Not standing sentry the old school gentry
Real Test cricket no spin the wheel 20/20
Reel vapid vigour no rigour the trigger
Rapid slap dash rabid like the Big Bash
Flash not classy just brash brassy rash
Whinge then cringe maybe just snig*er
The oldest format has now been tinged
Always on the boldest somehow hinged
Singed by cash cow bish bash bosh binged
Just josh..lash & crass slash tosh syringed
Not a twinge blessed Tests fests impinged
Dismay 2 contests descend in just 2 days
The start of the end so let’s build an ark
Offends won’t change their strange-ways
Contend can’t defend the future is stark
Embark on another bore as ersatz fat cats lark
Dystopian myopian encore tour this does hark
Both days how many wickets & snick its a score
Velocity raw ferocity & pomposity hit the mark
Or more animosity at monstrosity on the park
Picket this wham bam glam sham don’t let it nick it
Glory of hall of fame game’s story lost in the dark
The cost of 20/20 shame its bite as bad as its bark
Past came a cropper in franchise shopper cast big topper
Blame those unwise curious sorts who chose fast & furious
Didn't tame rise of lame sports shorts did maim proper cricket
Dancing with vigour the dancer swirls
Sweat glistening, passions inside rose
Catching shadows as within skirt furls
Around my heart as locks you impose
Sweat glistening, passions inside rose
Fixation befalls, this beleaguered soul
Around my heart as locks you impose
I glimpse your eyes, of blackened coal
Fixation befalls; this beleaguered soul
As within me; the heart that you stole
I glimpse your eyes, of blackened coal
My heart collapses, as it seeks its goal
As within me; the heart that you stole
Spirits raging, within your heated eyes
My heart collapses; as it seeks its goal
Beguiling me, with all of your false lies
Spirits raging, within your heated eyes
Never to be free until the fire subsides
Beguiling me; with all of your false lies
Atoms split; as our souls make divides
Never to be free until the fire subsides
Catching shadows; within clothes furls
Atoms split; as our souls make divides
Dancing with vigour, the dancer swirls
fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy
mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma
sweat from wanderlust of adventure
tears from emotional advancement
blood of hard work’s injuries over time
fears contained and turned into vigour
petals ground into an effusion of love
a medley of rose-tinted lenses and reality’s patched spectacles
a truth serum of honesty kindness and unshakeable compassion
the knowledge that one’s perfume blends with compatible skin
smell of freedom to mind our souls
salve to soothe blisters and calluses
tincture of longing and tangible peace
composure of hard-won harmony at last
array of butterflies collecting honey dew
just like myself you had to endure the stench of past injustice
tribulations trials errors betrayal and displeasure of suffering
have been hurt by flavoured malodour of other’s transgressions
had the dubious benefit of having to turn up your nose to escape
stink fetour and mere existence in order to synthesize essence
balance of reason and heartfelt emotions
waiting for yin yang seeking a perfect fit
a mate best friend mirror spouse and lover
in sack cloth silk linen and satin sheets in a
bodouir graced by passion and pheromones
kisses of sweet pleasure rapture and satisfaction climax together
wet lips follow the path of mountains rivers splash and nurture
fan the flames in which fireside ashes mix with ember and warmth
in candour I have no magic potion until our perfumes merge into one
E ntering this season with joyful heart
T hanking the Almighty for blessings great
H oping for a love-filled renewed life start
E xpressing desire for a peaceful state
R elaying to everyone the Good News
E mulating the Father in grace shown
A ppreciating more, dispelling blues
L oving purely, reaching vistas unknown
L ighting up lives by spreading His mercy
A cknowledging God's goodness and kindness
N avigating troubles in this journey
T raversing along, crushing world-blindness
E ncouraging others to shine for Christ
R esurrecting hope - Jesus is alive
N urturing growth, His leading has sufficed
S parkling with vigour, in Him we can thrive
Sometimes when a wayward odd event
Sends tremors through the corporal port,
The unwieldy waves scoop the sediment
Settled beneath the layer of comfort ,
Splashing and blowing out any impediment
That might as well check and contain-
With the ruling sanity towards aid , bent -
The inner essence of survival and strain ;
Everything is lost in disorder and pain ;
The debris being carried aloft and away,
The mind set to resurrect and rebuild,
Lacking vigour ,is in an infirm sway ;
Hope remains strong as ever to regain:
Will the live spirit contest or just yield......?