Eventually got my final sleep
tapping my soul miles deep.
Drift into the dream unknown,
where the mysteries of the past are sown.
Can't withstand the view I saw,
grasping my chest as regret claws.
My head thrashed wildly to and fro,
the storm of dread began to grow.
Mustered the courage, I rolled my fear like a worn-out sleeve,
The shadows whispered, begged me to leave.
I tried to run, I tried to scream,
pain and agony ripped apart my dream.
Then silence fell, I saw myself,
a fractured beam above myself.
Did I make it? Did I wake?
was it all real? Or was it all fake?
mysterious mystical myriad-minded Milton
mustered mutable muscle-bound Man’s
mutinous modernistic money-making merriment
mystifying mushy mike’s mangled monkeys
Beneath a callused skin of light
the hunched and mustered
clap a prayer between a leaking sight.
It is the earth that mourns itself,
whether baldly thrown or loamy laid
the silent soil repaints its sullied shrouds
far beyond any atoning sorrow,
or cooling heart.
It is none but a laboring pity
to lay down the past
as deep as a weeping sky allows
or raise a hand only to tamp down
a new-turned mound.
Restless are the skewing worms
ever churning a blood-born mud,
eyeless they cover the once begotten,
cloak a hard pressed present and loss.
as the missing
deafly retreat beyond our ken.
Hear now the trilling birds,
how they far-fling their buoyant hymns,
see how they hop between their own bones.
I don't know why we do this...
As another year waves bye-bye,
We reflect on what it's brought us
Of some things we question, "Why?"
We've faced the unexpected
As it's hit us in the chin.
We've found strength, we've mustered courage,
Learned to bear things with a grin.
Deep down we know we're hurting
But it all seems like a blur.
While looking for the sunlight
The storm just doesn't care.
When you're standing in the eye
You've time to stop and think.
Don't let it overcome you.
Don't allow your heart to sink.
When you find that you are facing
The things that you've most feared
It's amazing how they shape you
When they've disappeared.
How ever the thoughts affected you
The many nightmares you have had,
You're looking back from the other side
Saying, "It really wasn't as bad!"
With renewed strength of character,
Self respect and dignity,
You have the power to help someone
With your experience and empathy.
What ever troubles lie ahead
We know we can survive.
Let's look for the daily positives.
Bring on twenty-twenty-five!
The fundamental things
we cater to love life liberty
the simple pleasures of
ecstasy as we reap and
capture endearment entitlement
morbid endeavours settling
score’s beyond our means
sorted bliss a meeting of the
minds required overtime
mastering over thinking
as we become one with
our own foundation for
truth justice creating the
mild mannered gestures
with mustered up kindness
a certain fondness for freedom
as poverty gleams a brilliant
sense of humility compassion
unmeasured while we continue
to salvage what’s left after
crime war and punishment
why we reach for her might
the height of her mystery she
has given birth to everyone
who touches her who believes
in her who craves her protects
her liberty liberty liberty sing
Eyes upon another for I did not know your name
Though what purest love rest still within me
Dorminant, triggered in the looks of thy eye
Sparks like matter, irrodescent in thy sight
The magic mustered to my very plight
For I did not know your name
Yet ye inthrawled me
Took me up to heavens starling sights
Left me alone bedridden In the night
No I did not know your name
Though the red threads aligned us
Entangled with you before I could explain our truth
“The sight of a feather in a peacock’s tail, whenever I gaze at it, makes me feel sick.” – Charles Darwin
With his train of covert feathers
Fanned like a protractor, a
Peacock stepped slowly
Turning to catch right ray of light
And holding on still, to be better judged
By the alert single peahen
Another peacock mustered up
Gazing intensely ahead,
Gracefully moving, carrying
The weight of his trail effortlessly.
Two males startled each other
By the dance of jealousy, held
Their gaze focused while
Shaking, rattling & shivering
The choosy peahen left.
The Dance stopped, their Jealousy too.
When the light flickered a shadow whispered,
Psst my bubbles,
For whom have you mustered,
This bear courage to face the fears.
Oh! her eyes knew,
Each ounce, the word of truth.
Yet silent was the air in morning dew
Layered in mist, through and through.
The life that made her eyes, crumbled
Long before the smile that built her.
Today, the shadow pondered,
Oh bubbles,
How long before was it that you actually twinkled?
I HAVE A DREAM™
In Martin Luther King Jr.'s binding words of oath,
Saving souls solely sold out for fair esteem,
Without gainsay, granulating the greatest quote,
Comes these four words "I Have A Dream."4
The marvellous melody of Martin's message,
Mingle minds - with magnanimous meanings,
And just like an age-long and archaic adage,
Mustered majestic march, melding morals.8
Memoirs of Martin's muse mimicked mystery
And his mighty moment moved mountains,
Miraculously merges and made history.
So, in our racial disunity, a united unity reigns.¹²
In the future's fair and fearless frame,
Black boys, white boys, hand in hand.
In unity, under sky's serene same,
Dreams dance daringly to destiny's demand.¹6
Girls of gold and girls of grace,
Gleaming, glowing, & growing together,
Heartbeats harmonize, honour embrace,
Hope's horizon, boundless, forever.²°
No colour confines, no creed can chain,
Tomorrow's truth, in love, we attain.
“I have a dream that one day, little black boys & girls
Will be holding hands with little white boys & girls.”²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration
Copyright ©? January 2024.
Copenhagen came into view
over looking the industry findings
of Heidelberg sinking shores
I'd mustered enough nerve to escape
his fist his open hand again twisting
my arm I still held the stone he threw
at my back busting my shoulder blade
the woman at the dinner assures me
I would be fine never the less panic fills
my chest I pray my suffering ends soon
perhaps he'd find something that interests
him as much as attacking me I'm hopeful
in my absence he will surely move on
to a new hobby either way Copenhagen
is wonderful this time of year.
Sausage Mannnn super Hero to the people
Protector of his city
Was happy…. yet something was just lacking
That being …..His love life was not so pretty!
It had been quite some time now
Since he had a lady by his side
Feeling somewhat lonely
It was time for cupid to be his guide
One morning while in his favourite cafe
Sausage Mannnn met the girl of his dreams
Romance and love happened quickly
Destined to be together it seemed
“Sausage Mannnn” fought the bad guys
Knocking them right off their feet
Then wrapping his weapon tightly around them
Taking the bad guys of the street
He had never shared with her his super hero status
Or the size of his weapons entity
Afraid of how she may react
To knowing his true identity
The day had come to confess his truth
As a proposal was on the cards
His sausage heart was pounding
Hoping she would still hold him in high regard
He mustered up his courage and told his beloved his truth
Nervously asking “ Are we still be going to be life partners”
With a grin from ear to ear, she replied
“Oh Absolutely!!…. and we will make lots and lots of chipolattas!!”
My frailty was a huge weight,
A burden I was unable to support.
But I mustered the strength to go on.
and they make my weakness into a strength.
My uncertainties and worries acted as a wall,
A wall I couldn't go over.
But I mustered the courage to press on.
And make my weakness the wake of my strength.
My battles were like a storm,
I couldn't control the temperature.
But I discovered the will.
Winter spirit immediately uplifted
When eyes alighted on yellow delight
From gloom to joy my mood just shifted
Daffodil heaven wonderful, beautiful sight.
Along hedgerows in golden clusters
Thick swathes abound before my eye
golden aura nature has mustered
spellbinding magic that will flutter and die
Take comfort from indisputable fact
Spring is a time of glorious rebirth
Return it will with magic unwrapped
When daffodils spring from Mother Earth.
Pixabay Image by: Mathiasboeckel
Doom clouds grow dark, hurt dispersed as If rain.
A repetition of anguish assumes the definition of pain.
Noble intentions depleted, good vibes unsustained.
Thoughts of turmoil now seeded, deeply infecting the brain.
Constantly reeling, Numb to all feeling, my heart still beats in vain.
Without form theirs no function, only sanity’s disfunction remains.
Still, at this conjunction, mustered gumption, I wait for that happiness train.
A shining ticket of luster, now clutched for the cluster of clouds of sadness and shame .
Stay firm on the tracks, know Time can’t go back, and all madnesses soon to be tamed.
Days on this rail, And emotionally frail, A surplus Purpose will plug the mental drain.
As fate would have it, destination in transit, normalcy returns to its ordinary plane.
Ending our endeavor, if one is clever, use confidence to color the mundane.
Discover and treasure, the ultimate pleasure,
Of self confidence you now have gained.
Driving home from the liquor store,
completely void of worry,
I reached behind for my bag of weed
and I felt something large and furry.
I couldn't remember taking the cat,
though my memory often fails me.
I was sure a monster was in the back
and at any moment was planning to kill me.
I drove my truck into a field
and jumped quickly out of my cab
I thought this animal was for real
and any moment would surely attack
I laid there hid in the bushes
for it must have been an hour
I wanted to run but couldn't.
I was afraid of being devoured.
I mustered up the strength I'd lacked
to approach my truck of horror.
I was holding my prized case double X
and was crouched down like a soldier.
I screamed to scare whatever I'd find
as I jumped threw the open door
I knew that I may not survive
and my life might surely be over.
Holding my weapon overhead
I attacked my enemy quick
and stabbed my villian to his death
and scattered him all over my seats.
I'll never drink again. I swear.
and no more weed for me.
All because of that Teddy Bear
my wife hid behind the seat.
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