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Poetic cauldron

Wanna go back to my poetic cauldron, the ink boils within me, pass me the spoon, minds and souls have went long without. Need I be punished for starving the nation, sprinkling my artistic expression, the aroma reverberates with poetic reverence, tasting glands oozes ravenously, sauces of creativity fills my hand, edible to the soul too, 

marinate the mind with creative expressions, like an artist painter, paint spots all over my poetic kitchen, in my artistic kitchen crockery and cutlery of spirit evokes words, fill the cauldron to brim, multitudes are to be served, a poetic meal, entice the smell sense, as appetites widens, one belly after the other,

I serve the voiceless, the trapped, the surrendered and  those who left this this earth not fed, for in my cauldron ingredients of life giving, competes. Lemme put flesh to these poetic bones and feed life back to this poetic body, it's in my poetic cauldron I wanna go back to
#Poetic_Ink

Once We Fall

ONCE WE FALL...
 
Once we fall in love, you be my next of kin,
I automatically love every crack in your skin
and every freckle of light in your eyes.
That's the point when our personalities
reinstate love and fascinate at every slice. 

Once we fall in love, worry not about the splash;
Intuitions and initiatives will be our main push.
I will fall in love with your looks while sleeping,
feel the ambience of your soul like I'm love sippin',
and enjoy the way your mouth curves
when you say my name with every puffs.
I might be complex occasionally, leading to a frenzy 
but for me, loving you will always be easy 
cos I'm loving and can awake your ecstasy,
Let's marinate each other's likeness - quasi.  

Once we fall in love, an impediment is a breakthrough.
He who is loving makes him lovable too!
That makes a perfect union of an imperfect two!!
All I ask is, never give up on me and stay true;
Then in return, I will never quit loving you.


Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? 30th July 2023.

Kindness

KINDNESS

Fold two hands together
And express a dash of sorrow
Marinate it overnight
And work on it tomorrow
Chop one grudge in tiny pieces
Add several cups of love
Dredge with a large sized smile
Mix with the ingredients above
Dissolve the hate within you
By doing a good deed
Cut in and help your friend
If he should be in need
Stir in laughter, love and kindness
From the heart it has to come
Toss with genuine forgiveness
And give your neighbor some
The amount of people served
Will depend on you
It can serve the whole wide world
If you really want it to

A Story Beggin' To Be Told

A STORY BEGGIN' TO BE TOLD

Calling me your "Lover Man", 
you say you're my best fan...

only cos what looks like love respite,
to me my candor, you've got no insight
how our boundless bond binds so tight
and scale not-so-easily-seen new height,

don't know how you fell into oblivion,
reciprocating this feeling of love retribution.

Can't fathom how a heart can marinate & decode
a love story beggin' to be told. 


Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 22nd February, 2022.

The Pen, the Poet and the Poem

THE PEN, THE POET & THE POEM

Perfect picture painting a Poets palava,
And divisible dimensional dilemma:
Like a child surrounded by teddys & toys
To make a confusing costly choice;
Loose the pen & play the pipper,
Or choose between the pen & paper.
My pen I choose, though words reside in me, 
The inks temporal ambition is to be
the being inside, on hand to always akin
to superfluity the universe blows in.
I'd write all my emotions all over my skin.
The Poem is the Poets next of kin,
No matter what you think,
in the world's ear his words will sink.
I am a bleeding poet with gush of ink, 

words cascading from fountains of imaginations. 
With no paper, I'd cloth myself with my muse.
Paint me a poet with a voiceless voice, 
words would still speak than world's noise. 
The Pen might be mightier than The Poet but then,
The Poet is the life and breath of The Pen.
Let The Pen breath to marinate The Poem.
Reserve a thought for these threesome at the helm.
I'm not just The Poet whose works lies on your shelf
but I am the emotions you feel, The Poem itself.

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© February, 2021.

Cherry Blossom Offspring

Amid the glare and glitter at this jolliest of seasons there lurks a deep rich human impulse born to halo moons.
Glowing cheek of cherry blossom offspring,
lovingly they tug at universal father figure Santa’s blood red garb,
sugar coated pledge that leave our budding spirit spellbound, in a trance.
Ice floe dreamscape wonderland a Mecca for this incandescent childhood phase,
where fantasy meets heart of gold creation.
Christmas pudding marinate, citrus peel aroma, coal fire nuggets ring dance round familiar carol bursts

Pause

Pause

Selah, Just a moment, Time out, Reflection, Consideration, Marinate, Recalibrate

Set off again 
© Stuart Patterson 2020

Marching Into May's Memoirs

MARCHING INTO MAY'S MEMOIRS

May, here
Many dead
Memoirs to share
Much more being said
Maybe these man-hunt here and there
Will be finally put to bed
May's dues is due
Many mates mumbles in fate,
May we maneuver through
Memories of many months
Making mask most-sort after
Such that moving without mask
Is a risk more costly than face mask
Why must man mingle through life,
Are we living by the egde of a knife?
New day reality? Don't ask
Many homes have become enterprises,
Houses becomes church premises,
Marriage merriments melts away,
Making any gathering a taboo,
Many money mongers moaning this May,
In dismay, corona holding sway more than we do
Making mincemeat of mankind,
Murdering my moonlight melodies not,
Marinate my monthly muse.
May's lockdown,
Is it about to melt down?
Mask is now the new identity,
May's masking a must for mankind
As we, all let loosed not scared of anything,
Mumbly mulling over what we may find.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 3rd May, 2020.

Ode To Odes

ODE TO ODES ®

Patterns of raindrops on my windowsills
And a rivalry with the scorching sun
Ordinate and baste me an idea
Light filters through the raindrops
Weary wind pluck me a leaf
Cascading down on the patched pavements
Breakdancing of leaves swirling
Sour and dove into the windy music
Sojourning on a brain pulsing quest
Thunders brought me shivers
And slice the sky and the rain
The cold chill poked me
Like the soft tread of a child's feet after a bath
Resort to my noble comfort
As I broil a memory
To marinate a poem.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2014

Rejuvenate In High Frequency

radiating positivity
i rejuvenate in high frequency
exhilarate an yellow aura
bright and sunny like a canary
keepin' it 100-
let's marinate in prosperity
as we are evolving soul seekers 
destined to elevate life quality
you are the co-creator of your reality
embrace nature's intrinsic connectivity
setting free all negativity
electrons and protons gravitating indivisibly
vibrating life forces
we must tell our own story
we can't trust outside sources
because her-and-his-story 
possess too much polarity
withholding imperative information 
full of inconsistency
generate a greater story
correspondence with divine order is necessary
the truth of existence, truly an anomaly
know thyself, rejuvenate in high frequency
structure an existence that will become legendary
instructing an epic autobiography
immaculately glow amidst internal glory

Merry Month

MERRY MONTH
Many Merry Metamorphic Memoirs
Makes Mole-heel of a Merry Month.
More Mouths to feed from Mary to Mother and
Momentarily Monitoring Most Merry Mongers
Mostly Male Merrymaking Machos,
Mesmerizing Maids Messing-up Most Men so...
More Mumbling & Muttering of Merry Mimes Makes-up our Memo
Making Merry-dance Merry-go-round,
Many Merrymakers Makes this Merrymeeting Memorable,
Manipulating My Merrythought to Marinate Merrymaking Memories.
Merry Christmas migos and...
Merry, happy new year in advanced Merriment. Many Cheers!!

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©December, 2019.

Tale of the Demon Eater

In a fog invested swamp a witch call on hell.
The natural rhythm of the swamp is silenced.
A demon has appeared.
Moving shadows and unnatural light encloses
the small home in an unholy bubble.
Moaning wood announces the creature's invasion.
The witch's heavy breath.
Her breath is visible despite the heat.

The devious beast's sickly color eyes watch the
escaped slave.
Surely revenge is what she seeks, and it is willing
to make a deal.
A trick is played and the demon passes out.
Becoming alert, the demon finds the slave
over it with a magical knife.

The witch slices flesh from bone,
Pouring clean water onto the table,
Washing away sour-smelling blood.
Its mouth sealed closed with thread soaked
in anointment oil.
Slices of flesh marinate in red wine.
The wine is purging the demons stench.

Eyes full of sickly fury, the demon questions
the slave with forced upon silence.
The witch smiles and plucks out its eyes.
It knows it is mostly bones now.

"You'll be the ninth demon I've eaten;
As I am Pryde, the demon eater."
The demon is turned into gumbo.

Clean Your Refrigerator Day

Is today and it makes me wonder
why this happens only once each year.

I looked inside mine
for something a year old,

and found a few things I couldn’t recognize
in jars behind my wife’s peanut butter,

but nothing had lost its color,
and no foul odors assaulted me.

You can tell a lot about a person
by looking in their refrigerator.

People who enjoy cooking tend to have leftovers.
Single people tend to have nothing,

or maybe a few condiments and drinks.
My new oversized jar of green olives

now sits on the bottom shelf,
because my friend helped me conquer its stubborn lid

just yesterday. They will marinate further,
but be consumed over the next three months.

As we get older, we lose track
of what’s behind the almond milk,

until its odor tells us it’s there,
or mold hides its color.

This morning, I’ll take time to inventory
each item to support this special day, 

in hopes that nobody has thought to make 
a similar day for cleaning freezers.

Be True To Yourself

Knock down the barrier between us now
Powerless in your arms of I-need-you-now
Feeling alone in a crowd of people, you know?
I am wandering in the shade of the sun's glow

It's hidden in plain sight -
Your love and your might
It's forbidden in ignorant pride
Happiness is my only joyride 

Relieve me from the urge to grieve
Believe in me while I breathe at ease
I watch you as you pack up and leave
I need you to be true to yourself please

Release your fantasy
Unleash from captivity 
Free your mind of obscurity
Be not left behind in misery

Marinate my soul with marvelous wonder
Deliver my low spirit from oblivious disaster
Smoke away my sorrow and be my cannabis-like marrow
Be the good side effects of marijuana for a better tomorrow

Patience

P    puerile in thoughts, embrace of adulthood, 
A    a growing up, where months are hurried to years. 
T    time frustrated delays, fast forwarded in pace..
I     in steady steps of tortoise, there is need to forbear.
E    enduring hard times, quietening all desires,  
N    new moon will marinate full, in slow, not rapid gears.
C     climb mountains, grow forests, and swim through oceans.
E     ends all in triumph, ..winner waits ..it's named as   "Patience".



14th March 2019
Acrostic poetry contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
PLACED, 4th IN CONTEST

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