Grey specked sheet of sand
Beckons feeble ripples
Afternoon sun enters the argument
Highlighting their warm source
Here the connection is made.
We comprehend the elements
In their scenic combination
Fitting nicely in the field of vision
Except that ragged outer frame
Faded patchwork of dry gumtrees.
So I sense the crunchy chaos
Through my sips of Barley Griffin.
Comforted by peaceful lakes,
Disturbed by discontented swans,
Sunset glides with chilly touches.
Little to be trusted here
self-made is self-man made
self-made is self-man made glory
joy is self-made joy
joy is a joyful self-made
joy is a joyful glory
glory is a joy of glory
glory of joy,glory of self-made
man is man made glory
a mass of glory is a mass of man made
a mass of glory is a mass of energy
energy is a mass of energy
energy is a mass of joy
energy is a joy of energy
mass is a joy of energy
self-made is self-made energy
self-made is self-made mass
time is man made
time is self-made
time is self-made joy
self-made joy is self-made time
time is man made joy
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.
Beat the heat, swim hard
Dive into cool water right
Into your backyard.
Evolution Is Man-Made, Lying Fairy Tale
You feel it, know it, deep down in your flowing blood
No way, you did not crawl from the cold oozing mud
No sir, you realize it wrapped quite deep within
You have a soul underneath your covering skin
You have a kind true heart that can in sweet love feel
You hope, dream and pray and from many things you heal
Your ideas in life come from a bright thinking brain
When hurt you know, you feel that as an aching pain
Kindness and sympathy are traits you hold so dear
Your mind ponders life, love, death and yes you do fear
Do you really believe we crawled up from slimy mud
That our earth never faced that horrible flood.
Evolution is man-made, lying fairy tale.
Place your faith in it and you will end up in hell.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov 27th, 1971
Note: I wrote this at age 17.
I have lived on this blue marble another 52 years now,
since then and I still have faith in this being a poem about truth
Before the mirage of this world
bid you walk through it,
that mind you were in
chose to be
what you chose to see.
Mankind did not evolve
it was self-created.
If humanity collectively
chose not to exist,
or to dwindle away
it would.
If you alone choose
for this world to be heaven
you can prophesize it
into being,
all the rest of reality
would bend to your will.
We were given dominion
over heaven and hell,
over all things unreal,
for all is an idea
we make true.
You are a hurricane
who bears nothing but
man made lightning bolts
of manipulation and deceit
consumed in your static heart
Your breath bears nothing
but strikes of man made lightning
of chaos and strife
toward everyone you
come in contact with
Your eyes are violently charged
with bolts of intense fury
in search of your new victim
to strike with bolts of
your man made lightning
Fear, bidding on your life at highest stakes,
Gives nothing in exchange, just takes and takes.
Its fake and false bravado, all man made,
Hides monstrous self in hideous masquerade.
The greedy vulture feeding off the weak,
Your fragile fits and foibles it will seek.
Will bite and hold you tight in evil scheme –
To taunt your mind and taint your self-esteem.
Will scrutinize each free breath that you take,
And cast aspersion on each step you make.
Look crippling fear straight in its wicked eye,
Articulate - your mind won’t be run by.
Strip Fear’s masque off your destiny for once,
Embrace life as it comes and take a chance.
Do not feed Fear’s lust and it will die
Shedding the shackles from you and I.
January 16, 2023
A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting
of carrot-mauve hues
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees
whose arms
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts
to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon
which this
cantaloupe tint
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes
of Mother Nature;
is ready
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold Spring night.
With the Heavens'
cut diamonds-for the Goddess-
and immaculate
lambency.
This soft lusty Dusk will Father
a shiny glass red
rose,
a radio balefire
that will
capitivate
through the limbs of the esteemed
trees,
wink
through this Springtime's beetling
intimacies
on a windy night.
The man-made magenta
comforts
as it beams
next to the "Sunrise Field",
mowed emerald blades
under
another sky of day-break
pigments-
a dawn
placenta of bright lemon
vanilla,
and little
sugar- coated strawberry
juices-
another corner
of the clay, sea, and cloud-and ash-
colored campus-
bewitching
oil paintings in crystalline
emblems...
Grasses of yore:-
at my foot.
THE MAN MADE FROM THE MASK
Why should the world be so cruel
to hide all our sighs and smiles?
Conspired course of common curtain of our faces
masked all the genre in this life's work of art:
dirges, epios and odes of poetry,
prose-like language and narrative,
then tragedies of daily dramas.
Time ticked tocked away in vignette,
the mask becomes as one with a soul,
gradually taking over the heart's geography map
but the soul owner - mankind,
the glaze of God's serenity,
resultant effect of Satan's defeat,
ceremoniously "maskified" in myriad subleties
as breath sombrely stolen silently
or ruthlessly rationally restrained.
Now, the modern man-made mask
is making it's own new breed out of mankind,
starting to conquer the heart
in this last episode of WW3
until it (the mask) becomes a norm, a life, a being.
God's last creation is being reformed.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 22nd May, 2020.
if i were more
poetic i would
fly
with wings from
songs sung
but i
must buy a ticket
and sit for eight
hours
though a thought
of mine of you
of our
meeting is felt
immediately
but again
i must trust
modern methods
of thrust
then when wheels
will put me on
land
i must stand and
while walking
towards
security
hopefully not
trip over
my own
two
feet
From the beginning of man’s life
Like other creatures he survives
Breathing air and drinking water
Freely available aplenty in Nature
It was the business world helped by the rulers
Which stopped free supply, bottled the water
Selling it against payment
Refusing man Nature’s gift rudiment.
From the beginning of market and commerce
Man buys things and carries them in their bags
Suddenly appeared like locust the plastic carry bags
Boxes, bottles and packs flooding the earth
Thrown into gutters after use sans worth.
Things made of plastic thrown after use
Float in the air, move through the sky making all ruse
Chocking the drains, canals, rivers
Killing millions of fishes, other denizens of waters
Killing unfed cattle, dogs, pigs and birds.
All plastic packs, bottles and such things must be banned
To save living beings from situations damned.
Sky dragons,
Mighty attractions,
Builders build,
Workers bleed
Diving floors,
Infinity pools
Imitating paradise?
Posh suites,
Modesty retreats
Trying to touch the clouds,
Are you immortal kings ?
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