Long Vigour Poems

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Summer's Heat

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
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Coffee Addiction

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
Form: Acrostic

CELEBRATION

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.

Premium Member Poverty

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.

Premium Member Between Scylla and Charybdis

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.


When the Test game became the same as 20 20



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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Dancer Swirls

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
Form: Pantoum

Premium Member What I'D Like To Give You Is An Ounce of My Perfume

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

Ethereal Lanterns

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
Form: Acrostic

Tsunami

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......?
Form: Lyric

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