They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
“Stop managing
and start racing”
Fangio said to himself
Victory lies
in the seat
of your pants
The best laid plans
the strategists
map out
Go silent
when dancing
the dance
A driver knows best
when the margins
are small
In hundredths
the outcome
depends
One choice dearly made
defying
the grave
Keeps a winner
in laurels
— again”
(Memories Of Juan Manuel: July, 2026)
290.
Ama ng Liberal
(Manuel Roxas)
Nagtapos ng abogasya sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas
Mula pagiging guro sa Capiz kumatawan
Hinirang na heneral nang sa Hapon makaalpas
Pinagtuunang pansin pagbangon ng bayan.
-12/20/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahing Tanso Collection
287.
Tapos Na, Tuloy Pa
(Manuel Quezon)
Sa sariling sikap nagtapos ng abugasya
Naging pangulong senador mula pagkapsikal
Tinaguriang Ama ng Wikang Pambansa
Sa sariling wika itinuro pagmamahal.
-12/17/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Tanso Collection
ELEGANCE OF TRADITION
In regal colors, with culture there I'm at par,
Draped in blue, like a shining star,
A crown of fila upon me, eleke on my neck
Beads as embroidery, victory at my call & beck.
There I sit like a king, calm and bright,
The Yoruba heritage sparkles in my sight
As I sit like a winner that I was born to be,
Taking what's rightfully mine forcefully.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?13th March 2026.
DIVINE OVERFLOW
Divine favor flows over me, an endless stream,
Find me awash in sea of blessings like a dream,
A golden tide I can't possibly contain in a hurry.
From above, a cascade of answered prayers' all around me.
Each morning breaks with divine light strong enough,
Pure, radiant grace descends, filling my life.
I hear the gentle guidance of angels away from evil,
As they steer me along paths of marvel.
My cup runneth over above new levels.
Love is reflected endlessly in the heavens.
Every deed is a gift, melody becomes my norm,
A part of a choir in which my spirit finds its home.
This year, the heavens divinity draw near.
Their message as clear as crystal, resounds here.
"Child of promise, live in peace, for my blessings will multiply for you."
No word I could hear that can ever sound so true.
May the rivers of fortune run free in this 2026 race,
Enveloped in love, touched by an everlasting grace.
May joy, mercies, and favour know no bounds,
As rain of blessings & affluence gently sounds.
With open doors and hearts that soar,
Grace shall guide us evermore.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?9th January 2025.
??KING GUNTHER THE HUNTER??
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the grand theater of the cosmos, he rules,
With a crown of flames scattered in dominant hues.
Thirty-three battles fought, and not a single defeat,
His record shines bright at 33-0, what a great feat.
Beneath his mighty throne, the vanquished rest,
Warriors who fell, their dreams turned to dust.
Yet he continues to rise, powerful and immense,
A tempest of glory destined to endure as he rise.
No need for titles or gold to display, but eventually did,
His strength resonates across the WWE
Gunther stands tall, the echoes of battle ring,
On the fields of war, an empire crafted without a sling
The story continue as pen bows, his legend expands,
King Gunther conquered 33, yet with 0 he still stands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?2nd March 2026.
THE MIRRORED MUSE OF THE MIRROR MAN
Golden threads upon his headgear crown,
White attire as robes flowing, drifting down.
Against a canvas red, his spirit shines,
A thousand faces, splintered across places, one design.4
A regal calm, with no alarm, a timeless grace,
Yet fractured mirrors, cracked interiors, frame his face.6
Echo, echo, shards of lintel light,
Fragments dancing in the night.
Each shard a story, each glance a flame,
Whispers of God's glory, echoes of name.¹°
Every mirror sync with my life's aim,
Every rhythm fans my fervent flame.¹²
Step by step, the story sways,
Tradition emboldened in woven ways.
Pride and honour, bold and true,
Reflected skies of crimson hue.¹6
By experience woven, pride adorned,
A spirit unbroken, richly worn.¹8
And in the silence, still and grand,
History and future carried in his hand.
I am one soul, yet many visions span,
A man of dexterity and posterity, borne of woman.²²
I'm one who's not just reflected in fragments
But carried into history & beyond forever radiant.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?15th February 2026.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BABY STANDOFF
Fiyinfoluwa had her mission & goal crystal clear,
To wait for Grandma & keep her close right here.
Dressed in pink with hearts all over her chest,
She boldly declared, "I don’t need any rest!"
With "Dad mode" engaged, I couldn’t help but grin,
As the bedtime battle was about to begin.
She was the "new boss," ruling the day with flair,
Insisting that sleep was nowhere in her care.
She fought those heavy eyelids, a tiny warrior so brave,
Determined to stay up and conquer the wave.
But even a "sleep queen" has her limits, you see,
Especially when napping is her destiny.
The stakes were high, the "Grandma stakes" were real,
But that pillow was offering a much sweeter deal.
Determination clashed with nap time in a fierce showdown,
And dreamland ultimately took the crown.
Now she’s dreaming of Grandma, all snuggled up tight,
A "pure joy" to behold in the soft afternoon light.
Her mission is on pause, her snoring a sweet sound,
Until she wakes up and the adventure spins around!
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th January 2025.
???THE WILD'S GREATEST PARADOX???
In twilight depths where shadows play,
Two forms of majesty stroll side by side like stray,
The jaguar's golden light, the panther's dark disguise,
One spirit, two faces, in mystic compromise.
With melanism's gift, the panther's born in forest jars
A midnight coat, dressed in night, smooth candy bars.
While sunlight dances on the jaguar's golden hide, ??
Together they roam, in jungle's mystic tide.
Beauty and terror mix in perfect blend,
Clarity and mystery, as day and night contend,
In contrast's harmony, nature's balance reigns,
A paradox of power with dual, mystic refrains.
Through jungle's underworld, they stride with ease,
gods of the wild, in majesty, their fear made the prey freeze,
Their footsteps quiet, on the forest floor as hush night,
A credo to nature's dual & wondrous might.
In a world divided, nature's unity, in the wild, shines
Through contrasts merged, & in division harmony aligns.
Power wears many faces in the jungle's mystic land,
A testament to jungle duality, they both take a stand.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 17th May 2025.
???STEEZE WITHOUT GOD NA ORDINARY BREEZE???
Steeze without God, na ordinary breeze,
Stay lazy o, no hustle, just chill as you please.
Street life dey hot, but heart dey freeze,
Your pride go fall flat, like leaves from the trees.
Boys wey dey flex, but no know the divine keys,
Chasing empty dreams like ghost wey coffin squeeze. K
Steeze without God fit loud, but the loudness na tease,
Life no bi chais, but Baba God fit put am for ease.
Money fit dey one corner, but peace no dey,
Glamour for show, but pain go betray.
Dey front dey receive all the shine, but behind dey decay,
Na God be the illuminant wey fit show you way.
Chase the steeze o, but remember the clarion call,
Without God, my friend, you go fall like felele ball.
True greatness comes when we rise from the stall,
So...get steeze, but you gats get God make life stew evermore.
Omo... steeze without God na ordinary breeze,
Because na Him dey give us peace and increase.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th May 2025.
???HUNGER FOR GOD???
In the depths of my soul, a yearning resides
A hunger that gnaws, a longing that abides
For a taste of the divine, a glimpse of Your face
A craving that echoes, a heart that beats with grace.
In the silence, I search for Your gentle voice
A whisper that guides me, a love that makes my heart rejoice
I reach for Your presence, a comfort that soothes my soul
A hunger that only You can satisfy, making me whole.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 27th February 2025.
??????????????????????????????
????CHRISTMAS ALLITERATION????
Candles calmly casting, crimson glow,
Choirs chanting carols, soft and slow.
Snowflakes silently swirl through the sky,
Stars sparkle, shining, steady and high.
Families gather, fireside flame,
Friendship, faith, forever the same.
Laughter lingers, love lights the night,
Lanterns lift hearts with holy delight.
Bells bring blessings, bright and bold,
Stories sacred, sweetly told.
Peaceful prayers in pure refrain,
Hope and harmony hum again.
??????????????????????????????
Lord of Light, on this holy eve,
Grant us grace, in You we believe.
Bless our homes with joy and peace,
Let love and kindness never cease.
Guide our steps through coming days,
Forever we’ll sing Your praise. Amen.
??????????????????????????????
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 25th December 2025.
????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.
????FOUR GENERATIONS?? ??
Four generations, a family's might,
A legacy of love, a shining light.²
Great-grandparents, wise & gray,
Lived thru the years, in a bygone day.
Their stories told, of trials & strife,5
Of dreams & hopes, of a better life.
Their love & strength, a foundation strong,
For the generations, that followed along.8
Grandparents, with hearts full of cheer,
Built a life, without a speck of fear.
Their laughter echoed, through joy & tears,
As they nurtured, their family's hopes & fears.¹²
Parents, with guidance, & a gentle hand,
Shaped the minds, of their children's stand.
Their patience & devotion, a constant stream,
Helping their little ones, to grow & beam.¹6
Children, with wonder, & eyes so wide,
Explore the world, with a curious stride.
Their smiles & giggles, a treasure to see,
A new generation, wild & free.²°
Four generations, a family's tree,
Roots of love, a legacy to be.
Each branch unique, yet connected at the heart,
A beautiful heritage, a work of art.²4
???? VICK MANUEL POETRY?? ??
{VMP}
Copyright ©?July 2024.
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