organization
every list breeds three more lists
chaos laughs, nice try
Toddler tugs at mom’s apron
He’d like to have one more cookie
Nice try, pumpkin ~ dinner’s ready
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sleep drooled all over my pillow.
Stole money from my purse.
Ate everything in the fridge.
Told me if I don’t sleep a collision of events will occur.
Sleep locked the door at night.
But dreams are still not tamper proof.
When I’m locked in.
The blankets are on the floor.
But you don’t feel cold in your sleep.
You just hear someone ringing the doorbell.
So you try to stand.
Sleep is a person.
At 11:39 am.
Morning-
Means nothing because I dropped out of school two years ago.
I have dreams about school.
I really did do it.
Sleep made me do crazy things.
I was so tired so sleep asked me,
“Why not drop out of school and ruin your life?”
I thought I’d never sleep again.
But sleep said, “Nice try.”
The curse.
Sleep from 2:34 am- 1:12 pm.
Sleep locked the door at night.
I really did do it.
I don’t feel cold in my sleep.
I’m still here.
THE DOG-GED LIE
In a house on a bustling street,
Lived a pup with paws and fur so neat.
His owner, a young lad of just ten,
Made a promise to his furry friend, Ben.
"Dear dog," the boy did solemnly vow,
"I'll confess to my teacher, I swear it now,6
That you munched on my homework, oh so sly,
But please, don't give me that not-guilty eye."
The dog just woofed and wagged his tail,
He knew the boy's plan would surely fail.
But to humor his lazy friend, he played along,
Knowing the outcome would sound all wrong.¹²
The next day at school, in front of the class,
The boy's face turned red, oh what a farce!
"Teacher," he stammered, "I must confess,
My dog ate my homework...oh what a mess!"
The teacher just chuckled and shook her head,
"Nice try, my dear boy," she kindly said.¹8
But the dog at home let out a sly grin,
Knowing he'd never get in trouble for this sin.
And so, the boy and his furry mate,
Shared a phony secret that was so great.
Telling the truth would be tough, so it seem,
The boy & his dog made a fraudulent team.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?January 2024.
Nice try, but peace and please
Aren't spelled the same way.
Deceit seems to be your disease,
But think before pressing "Play"
On pulling a wool over my eyes.
I see through your fog of lies.
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Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 12/08/2022
Do you think so, I will take you on!
No muscles, just moral gumption.
This is not wreck friendship junction!
Nice try, after my two act of kindness?
No reads, no soupmail, no email?
You are not thinking, acting out of moral blindness.
Sometimes our friends are enemies in masquerade.
Seeking so badly to destroy us?
Yes, tis too true, but too late to fuss.
I see them from the window ....
Laughing!
On The Wreck A Friendship Bus!
4-13-2022
A wealthy old man in his fifties,
Loved a girl he thought was just nifty.
Said, Will you marry me,
I'm just fifty-three?
But she married a man in his sixties.
The old man did not take this lightly,
And his friends warned him she was flighty.
He wanted her back,
But alas and alack,
She'll return on the day you turn ninety.
The young girl's first husband did die.
She returned to her first love to cry.
Said, Will you marry me,
I'm as lost as can be?
He said, Not this time but nice try.
I write in slabs.
Grey. Square. Stone.
They work so well.
Work as they’re meant to
Side by side. Line them up in rows.
Two by two. Four by Four. Eight by eight.
My words multiply and bloom, and something spills within them.
Tumbling from fingers, cascading out towards shining azure sky.
A saffron flower curling verdant through the cracks.
An accident of sunlight and rain.
And they see it. I see it.
I hate it. Cut it out. No good.
Pull up the weed.
Nice try weed. But not now.
No more of that.
More slabs.
Spell handy in a nice try,
all you need are h and y.
First date
Can't wait
Go slow
Love grows
Too fast
Won't last
So weird
He leered
Nice try ~
Said bye
I count my strides
Since I know how to ride
The idea is to figure out a problem
And if I do it with grace, I can honestly say I got em.
With every fence I take
I really hope I can make
Since a rail goes down
Everybody in the arena will have a frown
But when I do it clear
What do I hear?
But the clapping cheers
Of those enjoying being here
It is the Grand Prix with fences so high
That my horse and I
Will hang on tight giving it a nice try
After everyone goes
It is off to the jump off to see who is best in show
Where the spectacle turns into a race
If all the fences stay in their place
So, after the class presents a winner
We go enjoy dinner
Reflecting on what was done
And knowing it was quite fun
Again with that hardly heart wrenching face. Nice try but I’m not who you thought I was. Whatever that is. Hot coffee at my chest. That was a little much. I may have spilt my ink but at least I stopped it from leaking off the paper. Yours having well surpassed the threshold of the table is left in a puddle on the floor. I hadn’t anticipated that. Yet again my judgement was clouded. Lessons never learned. Hearts tear like ripping off a scab for the unscrambled. Good people can be scrambled. I know that now. Went to your house that day. Lessons never learned. Ink stained table. You break down your false persona to screams and cracks while I churn with anxiety in this metal box you created for us. Her lighter cracks to the sound of leave and I’m a dead women. I seem to already be a dead man. This is beyond me, beyond family, beyond doctors, beyond lawyers, beyond government intervention. To be utterly screwed is a harsh mistress. She calls upon a storm of physical violence and broken thought processes. When her life was thoroughly drowned in the rains of her storm. She set me free. Good people can be scrambled. I’ll write that down.
At the transcend of time, each heart unite
Swore intense love, so deep...hoping it will last,
Weaved scenes of romantic dreams each will abide
Holding on together for fate or destiny to trust.
What is a soulmate? I have asked
Dig its meaning, found mine rather as I basked,
Feeling this inside, screaming its wants
Soul that long to have your soul, in great aspiration it hunts!
Spirit to spirit, mind to mind
Heart to heart, all of its perfect kind,
Feeling each other's soul in every hidden cry
Even in silence, both are there giving a nice try.
Ah...how longings can be fulfilled if two souls are apart?
The passionate cries, burning sensations when it starts,
Make restless souls, Oh, how hard it does
The soul is screaming, ravaging like a mirage!
Inner Whispers
**Dedicated to one of those nights where I lay awake at night and feel the weight of the world fall upon me in the dark...**
I struggle trying to balance success and doubt..
They both carry the potential to wipe me out.
I lay awake in the dark, strangled with these thoughts...
mind blots with ideas, that storm about.
Fist clenched, teeth grind,
knuckles turn white, brain paints vivid scenes that flood my mind.
Fluorescent, incandescent, negative and light,
flashing bright till it renders me blind.
Which will take me first, the pleasure or the pain?
Perhaps both, cuz without struggle there is no gain.
They compliment each other like lightening and rain.
Both dangerously attractive in its own special way.
So how do I respond to the darkness as it throws my mind on a curved dim lit path,
when hope seems down and life can't be graphed?
Do I succumb to the evil opposite of light?
Compromise tempts me with smooth whispering cries...
But I take the high road instead, look the beast in its eyes,
I smile, wink, and chuckle "nice try."
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