How majestic God is in our lives,
El Shaddai, mighty, strong, He thrives.
Raise the banner, lift it high,
Let praises echo to the sky.
Shout aloud, the victory ours,
Breakthrough God, His field empowers.
In this key time, we remain,
A remnant holding vision plain.
Pray with faith, stake your claim,
Take your fields in Jesus’ name.
Paths will open, fresh and new,
A panoramic, wider view.
Sing a melody never sung,
A song of triumph on every tongue.
Let the streets resound with praise,
New access granted, new favour raised.
Prowling the estate
Seeking a mate
Thinking he was great
Royal Birkdale could not wait
For his date
When the lioness arrived
Honestly Royal Birkdale tried
Thinking the lioness was going to be his bride
Opening the door
Letting out a roar
Exclaiming, "Amor Amor"
She pranced
A dance
Making Royal Birkdale turn red
Many said
Time passed
Lioness tail swung fast
Letting a lot go
Wanting to know
Where things are
In their relationship, so far
Being a future King
He purchased an honorable ring
Shiny and bright
Just right
"You are my Queen
A dream"
Lioness pondered and peered
"I love you dear"
Allowing cubbies to magically appear
Giving Royal Birkdale much pride
That could never be denied
As the sun set
Royal Birkdale will never forget
What he has in life
A loving family and committed wife
Majestically, she minds the masts
on a million misty mornings,
unfurling her sealskin sails
against a pearl-glass dawning;
impeccably, ivory light illumines,
shimmering softly on silver waves.
She holds her position proudly;
sails, pale petals upon the spars,
unfold in porcelain splendor.
Her gaffs and yards, bright shafts of light
banish darkness before her,
a single white rose sea rising.
Copyright, July 10, 2026
oh, crumb beneath my keyboard key
your like bread but not like tea
I saw you once last Friday night
you glowed like beige electric light
your crusty soul is effervescent
like soup that joined a family crescent
your melancholy little face
has linty dreams of outer space
I poked you with my favorite pen
you ran away like 7 men
you scooted left, you scooted right
then shouted nothing in the night
my heart became a velvet spoon
it sang at noon beneath the moon
your fragrant silence hurt my toe
although my toe was down below
o crumb. my crumb my desks delight
you haunt my snacks with snacky might
a sandwich died to let you be
now you live rent free under E
the laptop fan began to roar
it blew you toward my bedroom door
you rolled beside a dusty sock
then married it beside a clock
the clock said tick, the sock said blue
the crumb said " I am missing you"
I cried one tear in my exam
then wrote your name upon a yam
so, sleep dear crumb in dusty doom
beside the dust bunny in my room
the world may laugh, the chairs may fight
but you dear crumb, you take flight
Flirting with my demons is like a wild cat gambling in a casino.
It’s fun, reckless, irresistible.
It’s thrilling, it hums with danger,
until curiosity, as it always does, catches the cat.
Flirting carries consequences.
You lose everything when you forget the promise you once made to walk away.
Therefore sometimes a promise of foreverness gets fractures into foreneverness,
a storm of uncertainty, like fallen trees
too weak to stand against the wind.
Now gone.
I memorized your metaphors, by immortalizing your Mona Lisa smile,
with the majestic violin tone of your voice,
softly, igniting wildfire graffiti of butterflies of kisses continue to continue to flutter and glow throughout my heart and soul.
(For all the girls in Kwa-Zulu-Natal)
I am the Dahlia of Durban, a dramatic, dazzling
detonation of pure, palpable power and passion.
My layers are like the waves of the Indian Ocean:
deep, complex, powerful and utterly unstoppable.
I bring the heat of the Durban sun in my petals,
fiery, furious, fabulous display of sheer force.
I do not bloom; I explode into being, shattering
all previous notions of beauty with force.
I am a living, breathing, blazing masterpiece that makes
fireworks seem quite and grey.
To witness me is to surrender to the overwhelming,
outstanding, over- the- top majesty.
majestic mountain
overlooking her subjects
adorned with daisies
????CROWN THE MAJESTIC KING MITCHY????
Sitting at a quaint corner, I instantly viewed Instagram
Seeing a beautiful benevolent babe looking glam.
She's the only true Queen that's crowned King,
Her attitude bling, radiating like a golden spring,
Life's a better place bcos King Mitchy's kindness arose,
Magnificent maiden with a heart that glows.
Kind inquiries kindle her gentle gaze,
Mirthful melodies meet her golden days.
Compassion cascades in her charitable call,
Helping hands heal, alarmingly answering all.
Laughter layers love upon lofty longing lands,
Hopeful hearts hold her outstretched hands.
Philanthropic passion, a persistent plea,
Mitchy is as a melody, a merciful spree.
Blessings bestowed with a boundless beam,
Her golden gestures are a glistening dream.
Youthful yet wise, yielding to your needs,
Wholeheartedly weaving warm-hearted deeds.
Her tale of tenderness is truly a trove.
King Mitchy mirrors merciful & majestic love.
????VICK MANUEL POETRY????
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes/Alliteration
Copyright ©? 20th August 2025.
Silence touches every fiber of my being
AP: 3rd place 2025
Mellifluous Meandering Madrigal
I miss you with a longing never seen before
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you
If I was able to hold you once again
I’d kiss you with a passion that’s deep and true
I’d hold you as close as I possibly could
And your soft lips I would gently kiss
Your beautiful eyes would consume me
I’d lose myself in your loves enchanting bliss
Your love is different than any I’ve seen before
I can feel it burning deep down In my soul
For me your love is truly a blessing
With it my heart is able to feel whole
I cannot live without you in my life
I would be empty and lost without you
I’ve never experienced such a love
Yours is fulfilling, passionate, true
There has never been a day that passes
That I’m not astonished by by your love
To me your love is a majestic gift to me
From our creator and God above
It’s truly a gift that I will cherish
And I will enjoy it until my dying day
I devote my heart and life to you
From your love’s blessings I’ll never stray
from heights
majestic beauty
rushing to a roar
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She is as majestic as the coolness of nature
Beneath which I rest on an oak tree
In a forest surrounded by various types of mushrooms
Above it are birds and squirrels
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
As soothing rays of the sun
Nurturing famished hearts with warmth
As keys to the essence of your soul
Unlocking golden secrets yet untold
As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind
Generously caressing both lovers and friends
As welcoming as a long-lived tree
A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
underneath
the rare
glimmer
of a
pink moon
a quietening
zephyr
caresses
silken skin
calming
the chaos
in my heart
the noise
of
modern
life feels
increasingly
distant
while
freshly
budding
leaves
sway
to the rhythm
of
nature’s
pirouette
a
lone
fawn
approaches
a
babbling
brook
whilst
I
lay
amongst
emerald-green moss
watching
the Milky Way
glide by
t i m e
seems
to slow
to
the flap
of a
woodcock's
wings
paradise
found
in my remote
verdant cul-de-sac
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