There is a persistent embrace,
a longing and a kissing,
a childlike giggling,
a free and predictable smile.
Life foresees every dawning,
foretastes every light ray,
foretells every essence,
forecasts every ambience.
Life proclaims every mountain top,
every sultry, tangled jungle,
every scorched and waterless desert,
every fathomless ocean floor.
Dreams are uncharted roadmaps,
virtual animated realities,
virtual luminous mysteries,
virtual unconscious answers.
When we are manhandled,
our humanity maligned,
our freedoms denied,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
When we flee the crackdown,
the masked, menacing Gestapo,
our imprisonment in foreign Gulags,
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
For there is always a daybreak,
ever another awakening,
ever a perennial blossoming,
a season of conception.
Hope must never leave us.
Hope is a relentless tomorrow.
Categories:
manhandled, anxiety, bullying, fear, freedom,
Form: Free verse
You use sex to live as a means to pay
Attention not to mention evade escape
Any responsibility in bills mortgage or rent
Pretending to love like you are heaven sent
You’re good at what you do making lovers a fool
Only thing you own between your legs a tool
Like butter your words melt like moth to flame
You sleep earn your keep playing mind games
Often attractive at least in their ebony eyes
But what if wisdom strikes they denim decide
To face teal truth look within them within you
find what is worthy of being used blue truth
You say you watch the kids instead of work
Not to say homemaker’s job isn’t God’s work
But you’re not an asset rather a dependent
You’re healthy not wealthy without even tent
Too lazy to work you don’t even panhandle
The nerve to be a jerk feelings manhandled
You’re like a lime leech sucking money green
And resources you eat don’t provide anything
You must grow inside pull your own weight
Have you ever tried to be an adult any day
Mental health issues are no excuse to fake
If I see you others do too make honest way
Categories:
manhandled, america, betrayal, family, for
Form: Rhyme
Given an impossible task to vigorously chase
Based on something nobody else wanted to face
With no support expectations were delivered coldly
Blindly thrown into the thick of things to navigate boldly
I’m the one who manhandled the lion down a back staircase
Categories:
manhandled, funny, work,
Form: Limerick
They knew what to do with this guy:
they took Benny into captivity.
They knew what to do with this guy:
they certainly wanted activity.
He knew what to do with these guys:
he glared so his eyes would pierce.
He knew what to do with these guys:
he made those eyes look so fierce.
They knew what to do with this guy:
they truly manhandled his frame.
They knew what to do with this guy:
they kicked him, they wanted to maim.
He knew what to do with these guys:
he suddenly gave a sly smile.
He knew what to do with these guys:
from killing him they were a mile.
They knew what to do with each other:
such smiles and such glares were so many.
They knew what to do with each other:
A thing known so well by our Benny.
Exchange of such violence for guys
is clearly a thing of their choosing.
Exchange of such violence for guys
can be so much fun, so amusing.
(4 Sep 2023)
Categories:
manhandled, anti bullying, bullying, violence,
Form: Rhyme
The language of love is wordless.
See that simple yellow and white daisy
in the green meadow?
Go uproot it,
snatch it from its perfect setting
that place Perfection made for it.
Now it is in your hand,
it is still lovely,
but something is missing,
something is wrong.
it was never meant to be manhandled,
even with appreciation or love,
that kind of love is possessive,
selfish, mistaken.
You must seek to understand it,
describe it, know it.
You must investigate, and dissect
its beauty
and so you begin to pull is apart.
petal by petal
you despoil it,
until the flower no longer exists
as a whole vision,
as a perfection of form.
It is only parts now, it is only words,
words for love,
and not love itself.
Categories:
manhandled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
See no evil...
The blood spattered floors
Settlers smashing down doors
Children manhandled and arrested
Peaceful folk, patience being tested
Rogue nation hell bent on genocide
Laws don’t apply, only for others to abide
Hear no evil...
The cries of Palestine
Born into oppression, their crime
Gunfire, bombs raining down
Death and despair in which they drown
Screams of anger, screams of rage
Nowhere to hide, trapped in their cage
Missiles screech, another family dies
Tyrants on tv, with the same old lies
Speak no evil...
World leaders, many tongues are held
Silence is defending, as innocence are shelled
Support for the oppressor they shout
Quiet now about freedom they usually spout
Categories:
manhandled, anger, conflict, war,
Form: Imagism
SHATTERED SCREAMS
ECHOES OF OUR SILENT SCREAM,
TORTURE FROM A LEADER'S STEAM,
DWINDLING OF OUR NATIONS DREAM.
WE CHOOSE TO FIGHT AS A TEAM,
OR WATCH THEIR THEATRICS LIKE A FILM.
IF WE FIGHT, OUR VOCIFEROUS WEAPON IS HUSHED,
IF SILENT, OUR FUTURE IS CRUSHED.
TOLLGATE IS NOW THE BLOOD GATE,
WHERE HEROS OF JUSTICE LEARN THEIR FATE.
OUR VOICES ARE STRANGLED,
WE'RE MANHANDLED LIKE A STAR SPANGLED.
THE PILLARS OF OUR STRUCTURE IS FALLING.
WHO HURTS HIS CHILD AND FLOGS HER FOR WAILING?
RELEASING THE CAMOS, WOLFS IN DIRTY SHEEP'S CLOTHINGS
AND BLACKMARIAL TO HUNT DOWN CITIZENS.
INTERNAL TERROR SUMS UP MY ANALYSIS.
NIGERIA, YOUR ACTS DABBLES & DAGGERS MY HEART.
WHERE IS THE LABOUR OF OUR HEROS PAST?
OUR RESIDUE IS IN THE DEN OF THIEVES,
AND THE OLD CERTAINTY OF THE FUTURE HAVE BECOME MERE "IFs".
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}
Copyright© 14th Feb, 2021.
Categories:
manhandled, 1st grade, grief, political,
Form: Rhyme
I am a girl,
I am a Queen
The meaning of a leader
I have the power,ability
And wisdom to control
In a harmful,Democratic country
I wear a crown,
I stand tall,
I take rule over nations
What did I ever do?
Is a girl born to suffer?
Is a Queen born to be manhandled?
I look at the negative
And positive effects of this world
And I realise that the Earth
Is just a piece of tolerance.
Categories:
manhandled, anger, emotions, sad, violence,
Form: I do not know?
I am such a mess have you guessed
Up or down and all around what a mess
I am in this jungle all bungled upside down
Manhandled by this trifling toy
I have flirted and swooned upon the moon
Star gazing experimenting with flickering
A light so bright I have become uptight
Now deactivated by this bright steak of light
She has flipped my switch up and down
And turned my head around and around
I have fallen from the sky for her
What should I do?
Contest: Disarray
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Date Created: 11/15/2019
Categories:
manhandled, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
People will always pry or judge the life that you’re living
To be nosy or gossip that’s their religion
It is the betrayal in enemies
Gossip has destroyed so many families
Always talking behind your back when you’re not around
Instead of lifting you up they’re always putting you down
I’m not into celebrity schemes & scandals
I don’t care who is misbehaving, or which couple is breaking up, and why are they being manhandled
Please no baby mama drama
Keep me out of a feud about people being sued
From on ear to the next twisting everything that they hear
Telling lies and rumors like it is their career
I don’t have time for all this ridiculous nonsense
Just attention seekers looking for an audience
Whether it’s hidden in your closet or family
Everyone has dirty laundry
Categories:
manhandled, betrayal, trust, truth,
Form: Rhyme
I come out of my hole
everyone is staring at me,
what exactly do they want?
Why won't they let me be?
Every single year that passes
I always have to endure pain,
look to the sky you stupid people
I can tell it's going to rain!
They keep waking me up
every, stinking, bitter, freezing year,
I just want to be left alone to sleep
every February second, brings me to tears.
Just because your stupid calendar says
to come by and knock on my door,
"Stay right where you are please
I'm feeling rather ill and poor."
The door gets knocked down anyway
they let in the harsh, Winter chill,
"I'm trying to have a bath right now
and I've taken a headache pill."
I've tried my best to run away
they grab me by the scruff of my neck,
haul me out of my protective home
and I yell, "WHAT IN THE LIVING HECK?!"
I try to wriggle myself free
just want to scream and shout,
but all I can do right at this moment
is stare at these stupid people . . . and pout.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.2/2015
Poor groundhog. Being manhandled. LOL
Categories:
manhandled, february, funny, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
There was a gunslinger with a quick trigger.
Folks nicknamed him the town’s grave digger.
One day while setting his watch
He shot himself in the crotch.
Now he is noticeably missing his vigor.
Categories:
manhandled, humor,
Form: Limerick