No fear of the world—
it can’t touch me now.
The noise,
the motion,
the faces—
all harmless, hollow.
What scares me
is what no one sees.
The quiet hum
behind the air,
the tilt of time
when no one’s looking.
They pass through it,
blind and smiling,
as if gravity
never stuttered.
They laugh
at the edge of something
I can’t unsee.
I’m not chosen—
just aware.
And awareness
is a cruel inheritance.
So I walk,
unblinking,
through a world
that never knows
it’s cracked.
Smoking my last pack
I must say this every day
I have a headache
ambulatory itinerant vagabond
nomadic nuisance
feared by some
adored by others
wayfaring wood tick
travels on white tail deer
enjoying his journey and beast’s blood
I played on the phonograph, some serenade,
I was listening to it, while I layed.
The serenade with my feelings created a fusion,
Then I stepped into the world of my delusion.
She was holding my hand tightly,
This made me believe that this was a nuisance kind a illusion.
Then a hot fleeing piece fell on to the phonograph creating a diffusion;
Soon flames lept on me,
To save myself i took out a shove,
But no sooner covered with flames not of fire but of love.
half of two awake
silent annoyance at night ~
prolonged loud snoring.
GLORIFIED STREET NUISANCE
Fumbling fingers falter, failing to fasten firmly.
Fine fabric falls, flapping feebly for all to see.
Trousers tumble, torn from their trusty tether.
Tumbling to the thighs, they tangledly twirl together.4
In streets where mischief reigns supreme,
A nuisance brews, a sight unseemly extreme.
Young rascals roam, with trousers low,
Exposing more than they ought to show.8
With swag, they claim, they strut and preen,
But sagging pants reveal a lack of sheen.¹°
Like prisoners' garb, a style they embrace,
Yet decency & sense, they discard with grace.
Their antics annoy, their behavior bold,
Disrespectful and rude, their actions unfold.¹4
With each step, they sink in moral decay,
Their future dim, in a world that's gone astray.¹6
Wish for a change, a shift in their stride,
To dress with dignity, and let swag subside.
For true greatness lies in character and might,
Not in sagging pants, and a nuisance in sight.²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?7th October 2024.
You couldn’t excuse yourself, could you
With me it was a fall from grace
You think you’ve done what you should do
At our very early phase
The obstacle that really mattered
Was our sincerety and trust
A nuisance that you must have tattered
Because you knew this love would last
Does it provide a compensation
This late revenge, is it a start
Of a new phase in life’s ascention
A Jacob’s ladder of depart?
I guess you thought about this
Cause it looks pointless otherwise
To throw your love into abyss
In dire hope that truth was lies.
Fruit flies abuzz everywhere
Some fly here and some land plop
Doesn't matter if it is on fruit or poop.
Then they have the nerve to land in my stew
I think they have the right to life, but then.
They'd have sex and hatch oodles.
Two thousand more at a time
Even though I try not to keep score, see.
Swarms of them are too many to please me.
Drosophila melanogaster, go.
Setting some traps with fruit bait
They enter can't leave, trapped, stay.
Guess what, they have sex, and she lays her eggs.
In a short time, maggots start their ascent.
Well, throw them out, those pesky nuisances.
I thought I had them conquered.
I assumed the house was free.
Then to my surprise, one zoomed in my ear.
I was furious, angry as could be.
Up my nose one flew, to my amazement.
I blew and blew, used some spray.
I can hear him buzz today.
singing dog
wakes the neighbors
unpopular
This is a great idea, tee hee,
Good suggestions are so me,
Nuisance caller was asking me,
Money for her fundraising committee,
"Right," said little old chirpy me,
"You can send cheques to me,
We need funds here desperately!"
I must say, sensitively,
Great ideas are so me,
Nuisance caller hung up on me!
M-orbid
A-ilment's
N-oxious
I-nfection
L-ets
Y-ucky
N-astiness
M-ysteriously
A-pply
L-ink's
I-nvisible
N-uisance
A-nd
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Manilyn B. Malinao (June 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Nosy and bothersome
Nagging Nelly nit picked
needing to meddle, with
nary a thought, as if
nothing could prevent her
nonstop, needling tongue from
notable annoyance.
Written on 4/39/17
I don't fight with fists but with words in a flow, your **** is the fertilizer, it's just helping me grow, steady and slow, I'm planted and ready to put on a show, so just shut your mouth and take notes from a pro
I'll slap you with a dollar cause you cry over two cents, I'm a nuisance, my shits from the future while your flow is past tense
I don't talk crap, I wipe it off of my shoes, I've solved the mystery, you're looking for clues, you're searching for views while I'm creating the news and hitting the cues, with this pen in my hands you know that I never lose and when you see me on top you'll be belting the blues.
and when I'm in battle I'm not on the attack, I'm just grasping at ways to stay on the right track, just give me a hit over a thirty rack, cause I'm just trying to handle this growing weight on my back, all the while praying, please cut me some slack..
She's "concerned" that my mess is immense
"I work late." Is my latest defense
Yes, my yard is a wreck
But IF you must peck
Your big NOSE might get stuck in my fence
So you KNOCKED my troublesome trooper?
Tell ya what you prim party-pooper
I will warn you once more
Poke your head through MY door?
I'll slam it right square on your snooper!
I am utterly alone
here I sit, with the presence of no one beside me
and I cannot help but picture the bliss of my disappearance from this earth
I wish for no one to mourn me
or worry of my questionable fate
for I know where I am going
Surely I will see the fiery pits soon
yet I cannot help but to love God for all He has done for me
-I am far beyond being undeserving of His blessing
Though my disappearance will alert few, if any
I know God will remember me
but sadly, and pathetically, this is not enough
I grow anxious of what is to come
and constantly I catch myself in a daydream of a bloody knife with my name on it
too bad it will probably stain my tile floor
The time has now come...it is now that I will leave forever
If only I could think of one person to pass my belongings to
-they'll simply vanish, parallel to me
I pray for eternal bliss
but the answer I know
Here I Come, Lucifer...are you ready for me?
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