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EFFECTIVE STUDY HABITS
I sharpen my pencils like a samurai ready for battle,
Prepared to take on the academic challenges that rattle.
My desk transforms into a war zone, pen in hand,
Knowledge is my weapon, and I make my stand.4
I plan, hmmm, PLAN my hours with the focus of a monk,
But procrastination whispers, “Hey, how about some junk?”
I swat distractions like pesky flies in the room,
Yet somehow TikTok still manages to loom.8
Flashcards dance around like confetti in my mind,
Each fact a balloon that I’m eager to find.
Mathematics march in silly steps like little rhymes,
Never nullify English cos it metamorphosis at times.¹²
They say breaks are crucial, and I can’t disagree,
So I stretch like a yogi, then raid the fridge with glee.
A snack for my body, a meme for my soul,
Finding that balance is my ultimate goal.¹6
Sleep is the overlooked teacher of the night,
It helps me retain knowledge with dreams that feel right.
Dare to ignore it, and watch your brain start to revolt
Your thoughts will crash like a computer’s default.²°
So study with a smile, with wisdom, and with grace,
It’s not just a sprint; it’s a marathon race.
For effective habits are less about the grind,
And more about enjoying the journey of the mind.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?27th January 2025.
I open the door to the bathroom
The girls having just had their bath
And what greets my eyes, I can only
Describe as a nuclear aftermath!
The carpet is perfectly sodden
It’s been bombarded with towels and clothes
Trickling down tiles is a long sticky mess
From the shower gel that wasn’t closed,
The bath sides are covered in shrapnel
Bottle tops, bubble bath and shampoo
With a blanket of talcum fallout
Covering the toilet, sink and floor too,
With the hostiles tucked into pyjamas
At least warfare, now, can cease
But it’s going to take forever
To bring this ‘war zone’, peace,
As I get to the end of the cleaning
The girls’ father comes walking in
“Is the water hot enough for a bath?”
And the holocaust starts again!
Committed to stay triumphant all day
Warrior am I in the fight for what’s right
Steadfast as champion along winning way
Marching toward victory with God’s might.
Amidst struggles to protect freedom’s best
Against dominion of invading fear
Girded am I with peace-armor’s finest
Geared to vanquish terror of hate-filled tear.
With faith in the Almighty Who grants grace
My soul rejoices to raise my flag high
I face my foes, enabled by Christ’s brace
Conquering well till final battle draws nigh.
Now to the war zone I fully embark
Soldier* am I bringing hope’s fiery spark.
*2 Timothy 2:3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Christ.
September 19, 2020
1st place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (16)any form any theme" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 9/26/2020.
BECAUSE
You opened up my eyes,
They turned towards the skies,
Clouds higher than I’d ever seen
The grass so green.
BECAUSE,
You opened up my eyes
You offered me first prize,
To see the stars at night
Showering us with light,
BECAUSE,
You opened up my eyes,
Let out depressed sad sighs
To see icebergs melting,
Culprit, global warming
BECAUSE,
You opened up my eyes
I see grief as he or she dies,
The worlds become a war zone,
Fighting an enemy unseen, unknown!
BECAUSE,
You opened up my eyes!
I know this virus is in disguise
And saw the great divide,
Which made me sad, I cried!
BECAUSE,
You opened up my eyes,
Saw poverty, heard children’s cries
Forests which were dense,
De-forestation makes what sense?
BECAUSE
You opened up my eyes,
Awakened to be wise,
And help and give the poor,
More than ever before,
BECAUSE,
You opened up my eyes,
Dear God, I need your advise
What is it you wish me to do,
For I will do anything for You.
And all BECAUSE,
You, opened up my eyes!
POTD 20/5/1
(11/1/11)
He found out that his division was being shipped away
To a war zone where he would stay.
He did not want her to go thru the agony
Of whether he would come home or not.
This was the thought that he had got.
So he told her that he did not love her any more.
But she saw that his voice said one thing
and his eyes said another.
So here she sat at her window with tears in her eyes
Wondering how could he have lied.
She found out though that I was being shipped overseas
And said that she would wait for me.
I closed my eyes and all that I could see
Was the beauty of her company.
Every moment that was given to me was heaven sent
It was time which was lent
Borrowed time so that I could see
Just how much she meant to me.
Words could not express the feelings that arose
As she touched my heart, my mind , my inner soul.
She set my wandering spirit free
So true love I could see.
To feel and find love , no matter how short it may be
Is to live in ecstasy
and with you is where I want to be.
You have given me the strength to face each
And every day, and to deal with everything, come what may.
This here is a soldiers love, which will live forever
Like the stars above.
We are literally being attacked from within
Infiltrators in protests tearing up America
The saddest part of all is, it is being allowed
Also justified as some sort of positive movement
So much has been destroyed, day after day
Mobs using intimidation to terrorize Americans
Ruining historic monuments, our flag and veteran’s graves
This is not about race, this is about America
There is a war on police as they’re told to stand down
We watch a one way fight, leaving cities in ruins
Evil empowered is nothing to do with making things better
Our land becomes a war zone, as terrorists gain power
Hiding behind masks and slogans, screaming nasty things
Empowered by every single American who claims this is justified
Heidi Sands
6/24/20
I appreciate, more than grieve, you.
If I have a regret,
it's that I didn't convey my appreciation
when you were here.
We had our disagreements,
on different sides of a generational divide,
but there were so many more good times than bad.
You were a friendly face in a war zone,
calm, kind, funny - an easy man to like.
By example, you showed me how to laugh at trouble,
how to fix a bike,
how to make a plan, and
slowly and methodically,
execute it...and
to, literally and figuratively,
whistle while you work.
You said, "you're alright -
did anyone ever tell you that?"
When you came home from work,
You asked, "how's it going?"
"I don't know", I answered.
I didn't know how to talk to you.
"What don't you know?" you asked.
"I don't know", I answered.
"You don't know what you don't know?", you laughed.
We had that conversation every night.
Being around you was fun,
raking leaves,
mowing the lawn,
picking up vacuum tubes for the TV.
The last time I saw you,
I didn't feel free to speak.
I didn't understand
Your hand squeeze language.
A happy man,
you lived to ninety.
If I have a regret,
it's that I didn't convey my appreciation
when you were here.
I hold my sides wearily
pondering the lengths and strides I still have to take until I am authentic
My lies have become piled so high.... I have a lot of damage repair to do before this struggle
is through.
Afraid to expose the vulnerable
I stare in confusion in front of the looking mirror, trying to distinguish where exactly it was
where my smile
Lay down, gave up and died.
Weakened from my mind's inner war zone turmoil
Your compliments are cynical shrapnel to my confidence
Rebellious relentless disbelieving that I am what I know I am unique and
Pulchritudinous
I walk an unsteady line
tight rope of apprehensiveness
Unconfident
I want to let my hair down and just breathe..listen to the drip drop of a waterfall and sleep.
I remind myself to Speak with Conviction
I know
I am no longer powerless
dependent on desperately trying to win your approval, you will never be affectionate
I will not be Subservient or put myself at risk for the harms way of that subjection
Impotent of love you were feeble and weak, feeding on my youth and purity.
I resurrected my heart with the my rocket fuel beating life back into my chest.
It's a combination of
Passion, devotion, infatuation and a couple of years worth of
Tears, and sweat
It's a metronome of my steadiness
Invigorated from my second chance
Defiant to self doubt
I valiantly confront challenges that used to make me shake in my converse shoes.
M. Obama whined to the world about white flight.
Implying a racist slight against P.O.C communities...
But why would any sane Caucasian want to live
where they're increasingly unwelcome
and disproportionately targeted for crime.
Why would they want to open a business
when dreams are dashed by looters
with the first sign of civil unrest or otherwise...
Why would any Caucasian stay in a place
where they're constantly branded as racist?
For that matter, why would any sane person want to live
in a war zone of perpetual bitterness and imminent threat.
While M. Obama is frothing about white flight
She's nestled her in an 8-million-dollar mansion.
In the heart of Martha's snow-white Vineyard.
Ground zero for the privileged.
Talk about the epitome of a hypocrite.
To fall asleep everynight
Is like a meal I happily prepare.
That's where my happiness lyes
When my Father takes me there.
To forgive sometimes
that's a hard pill to swallow.
So, I'm looking stay hoping
for a better tomorrow.
Happy dreams is what I dream
When God lays me to rest.
Angels sing in my ear
And he only sends the best.
Stay away from the fake
Cause they a hot mess.
Stay ready for the worst
Cause life is a test.
Echo: Happy dreams, happy dreams
Where are you? Where are you.
Happy dreams keep me sane
On time when I need you.
Happy dreams Happy dreams
please don't go away.
With me for eternity
is where I need you to stay.
So I pray.
In this hard bed I lay.
Wishing through my struggles.
Hoping time can heal the pain.
Overcoming obstacles
Waiting on my
blessings to rain.
My God is a loving God
He wouldn't wash me down the drain.
In my spirit lyes strength.
That's where it remains.
A child of God in this war zone.
Surviving the battlefield.
The blood of Jesus surrounding me.
An invisible shield.
Sharper than a sharp shooter
With a purple heart.
Nubian Queen soldier.
I'm leaving my mark.
Only the strong survive
And trust, I got heart.
On the path righteousness
Looking for a fresh start.
Echo: Happy dreams happy dreams
Where are you. Where are you.
Happy dreams keep me sane
On time when I need you.
Happy dreams, happy dreams
Please don't go away.
With me for eternity here
is where I need a you to stay.
Happy dreams.