Stopped at the rest stop with my friend Seth,
He just made the restroom, out of breath!
Came out gasping for air,
Yo Bud!...Don't go in there!
This "Turlet" has the foul smell of "Death!"
I thought I'd sniff about..just for fun!
The pungence hit...and my head just spun!
Bordering on manic,
Seth was in a panic!
Yo Bud!...Could you PLEASE call 9-1-1?
If you're weak
Project strength
If you're strong
Protect strength
Tough Old Birds
Miracle Man
8/10/2024
Life is not a game,
where only the strong survive,
though most days, strength helps.
By any means necessary on survival new beginnings
feeling like one's wandering in the bewilderment by
any means necessary. Plots for substenances, One's
possibilities, A quench to thrive with a breath of fresh
ait; Not always looking over one's shoulder, continuing
on with one's life. By any means necessary.
Some say only the strong survive yet the point of the
matter by any means necessary.
Life is what one dare it to be, to inspire and uplift one's
Fellowship, with no hidden intentions, give a hand and
take a stand by any means necessary.
Our neighbor’s long black haired cat
killed all five baby birds in nest
nestled in evergreen tree in front of house,
the wife and I decorate for Christmas each year.
The animal kingdom is cruel.
Only the strong survive, though in this case.
The well fed house cat allowed to roam outside
with nothing but time on its hands to cause mischief .
Like when I was a kid, out all day shoplifting,
just for the hell of it.
SPROUTING IN LIFE'S PLANTATION
In this garden where only the strong survive,
As seeds, some travail while others thrive.
Planted with care by The Gardener here & there,
Scattered across the earth life gives it share.
The rain will fall, the sun will smite
But a seed must work with all his might,
Use your "widow's mite" to earn a lion's share
And be the judge if, to you, life isn't fair.
But I will sprout and grow up tall
despite summer & winter, spring or fall.
Rain comes with coolness but sways to & fro,
Sun strikes as a nutrient but makes me glow,
even though hard times come with dirty water,
it doesn't stop this plant from growing in winter.
I won't let negative words stop my progress,
or retrogress, I won't live my life to impress.
I will continue to grow until fulfilment in death
says no more room for my labour of strength.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 12th June 2023.
Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold...
Vision now gone,
Reliance on touch,
Grappling for anything,
Stumbling so much...
Inner reflection,
Compounds your fear,
For years of ignorance,
Make salvation unclear.
Only the strong survive,
As seen throughout time,
Weakness your burden,
A punishable crime...
Until cleansing the soul,
Deeper you fall,
Will light again shine,
Or shall in darkness you crawl?
Choose wisely,
For chances given are few,
Consequences may vary,
But blame falls only on YOU...
World of violence
As the morning slowly breaks
and, daylight in fil trates...
I feel,
the sunshine- burn away the grey
I feel,
the dawning, of a brand new day
I wish, the clouds would
confiscate the rain...
ease the pain ...
as I awaken,
to a world of violence.
In a world not far away
another bullet pen e trates...
another,
black soul it takes
Did you hear his cries...
for mercy?
Will his words be heard by...
the jury?
Or,
is justice, controlled by
the hand with the gun?
Answers...no one!
Can't we just stop...
the violence?
They say human nature hates...
so just surrender to the fates
so...does that mean it's too late?
Why is it so hard for us
to be kind?
Is this the end of
humankind?
Or, Is it true...
that only the strong survive?
Or is it better...
having God on our side?
Aren't you tired of this world of violence?
I am.
John Derek Hamilton
November 09, 2018
re-posted Jun09,2020
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
Injustice
The rain falls on the slothful and the hardworking
The accident of birth is where you land
Poverty or wealth
Education or illiterate
Abuse or stability
Want or abundance
Opportunity or obstacles
Violent murderers go free
While beautiful children suffer abuse
Illness ravages the young and the old alike
Hunger overtakes
Storms annihilate all in their path
Wars take place because of powers that be
Dictators destroy and powers control
Ice-cream and cheesecake
Are filled with multiple empty calories
Winter seems to last longer than summer and spring and fall
Systems designed to protect
Fail miserably.
The young die before their time
People inherit bad genes
Mental illness has very little cure
Cancer is not conquered yet
Only the strong survive
Energy and vigor is wasted on the young
And wisdom comes at the end of your life
Injustice is all around us
It cries out in the streets!
Grace Daub May 17, 2020
World of violence
As the morning slowly breaks
and, daylight in fil trates...
I feel,
the sunshine- burn away the grey
I feel,
the dawning, of a brand new day
I wish, the clouds would
confiscate the rain...
ease the pain ...
as I awaken,
to a world of violence.
In a world not far away
another bullet pen e trates...
another,
black soul it takes
Did you hear his cries...
for mercy?
Will his words be heard by...
the jury?
Or,
is justice, controlled by
the hand with the gun?
Answers...no one!
Can't we just stop...
the violence?
They say human nature hates...
so just surrender to the fates
so...does that mean it's too late?
Why is it so hard for us
to be kind?
Is this the end of
humankind?
Or, Is it true...
that only the strong survive?
Or is it better...
having God on our side?
Aren't you tired of this world of violence?
I am.
John Derek Hamilton
November 09, 2018
I thought of a thousand words,
None came out.
Like burnt rubber,
Dry as charred toast
I chocked on letters,
As if nails lined my throat.
I swallowed my brokenness.
My neck bent, heavy from the crown.
I would walk away with nothing,
My loses came with the bet.
Decisions filled with consequences.
Angel wings dipped in tar.
A land filled with no mercy
Only the Strong survive.
Borrowing time, on make believe promises
Digging shallow graves,
Full of tear stained loved
Vultures stay circling low.
Once there was love
Now a hollow soul.
Dust settles over all things
Letting wounds heal.
The only thing now is letting go...
So I cling tightly, while I cry myself to sleep.
The pain, being misused like a used rubber band just tossed away
I'm always misunderstood
I was raised off pain, hurt, lies , struggle and long lasting Grit
that's all I know.
I refuse to let my past affect my future
I will never look back I'm strong
I'm built for whatever
The lies hurt me, the pain taught me not to trust, the fake love taught me how to love, the struggle taught me how to survive
my tears built me into the strong woman I'am today
for those who hurt me the pain is long lasting, but my pride, dignity and strength is more powerful than ever
I'm mentally built for anything
the hate is the source of what I endured.
I cant let go
I just want to live pain free
The demons that live inside me cant win.
cant just break me from one lil bend
ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE
I GOTTA LET GO
I GOTTA LIVE PAIN FREE
The darker part of my thoughts.
2am demons out to play.
Challenge my sanity.
A tantalizing game of Russian Roulette.
I thought only the strong survive,
But why is the darkness winning?
Six shots and my sanity is dead.
Holocaust
Holocaust...Trapped..Like the fires of Hell,
Destroyed the old and the young
Millions suffered the agony and despair
Holocaust...Covered in bruises,
Scarring the mind and body for life
Letting only the strong survive
The smell of death lingering in the air,
All around people dying,
Dead bodies piled high as mountains
Holocaust...Like an endless path,
Desperate to leave, With no way out
Holocaust..No name, blank faces,
Look past the face,
Eyes like flames screaming to be extinguished
Holocaust...To live is pain
To die is rest
Holocaust...
Just a casual experiment, a new direction,
a bit of slime, residue of past process
left unattended in a remote corner obscure,
to grow, to morph, divide in diverse pattern.
Smaller than simple sight by naked eye,
infinitesimal in worlds order, just one cell.
Born of circumstance by casual curiosity,
by result of neglect, a consequential oversight.
To prosper the purpose at hand, colony in design,
expansion, interaction, ever in evolution.
Spreading on the folly of a breeze, to float
unseen from confines to new environments.
In nights breeze colony design evolves, colonize,
a world beckons in promise to the pattern of dispersal.
Awareness, we are unchallenged, a specie unknown.
boundaries are nonexistent, opportunities boundless.
Self preservation the first purpose of existence,
no malicious intent in the destruction by result.
Dominance of specie, only the strong survive,
we are classified, a new viral strain; human.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
3/23/16
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