many of us do not speak text
I am one of them
LOL
leave out liquids?
LOL
linger on lightly?
LOL
leaking oxidized lightfoot
LOL
liquids ostracize lefty?
PIR
You have to be kidding me!
In nineteen fourteen there was the reality of a war, it was not wanted ( we were taught ) yet after 'two weeks.?' It would be
Over.! And what is more peace, would be
Forever..This was worth dying for.! Then
In the nineteen fortys in Germany those
holiday camps were built.' There were such great promises for any interested they
Were value to the hilt.' You were to be taken by rail, to where the air was clear plenty of exersize to tone your body there
Would be carnivals also to give you cheer
Twenty twenty and we needed a plan.' As
Heroes in unity, our health systems we were told could barely stand to a virulent
Attacker that would all before it sweep.'
And
In order to get the curve down flat there was a ' crucial vital two weeks?' There was
Bonhom'ie and denying youself..To the point of reporting anyone to assured of their integral health integrity, tested for thousands of years..Ridicule and ostracize
Was the advice.? Is how it played out i fear
I don't know about the reader.? But there almost seems a continous thread.? There
Is more than once the promise of great good times.. And they were only a fortnight
Ahead.)
As Jesus once wrote in the dirt
With wisdom a silent covert
He challenged the crowd
Not speaking aloud
As Mercy soaked a land that thirsts
Did He write of the Law or a plea
Or note what the stoners would see?
With grace He forgave
And lives that He’d save
Revealed what true justice should be
The ignorant sin and the bold
By Jesus were greatly retold
To turn from the wrong
Repent and belong
To a Love that is greater than gold
Did Jesus write the Law of Moses
As the Book of Numbers discloses
Echoes of the stoning
For Stephen no postponing
On the grave lain stone roses
In this free-floating pericope
The question has to be
Where is the john
The adulteress had known?
A name overtly written to see?
Maybe one by one
That's why they flee from The Son
Slumping off guiltily
Their demeanor is easy to see
Their sin the smoking gun
No books He did write
With water He didn't baptize
We are His hands and feet
We are His voice when we preach
To the masses that ostracize
I Got Her
motherhood is fraught with mistakes
hanging from her charm bracelet
hourglass wrist; anchor was hooked
she’s silent as I longed for her to erupt
I needed her warm ear, not judgment
one thing I did wrong; not the worst
much later she stabbed me with her kiss
those lips left a saturated wound; grab chest
I was brave; I handed her the tray of hurt
oh how quickly, blinking tears, she apologized
I hang that memory on my high school bracelet
I tuck it away to reuse when I ostracize progeny
air punches like exhales, soft hands, soft heart
must lay out my cards - she was better than the rest
some moms are rabid, some too friendly
I found my mom just right; her sayings wrong
she advises me, “There’s more fish in the boat.”
I lay down the ace, “Yes, Mom, and they’re all dead.”
she’d fall upstairs, get blood poisoning, eventually cancer,
loved her soaps, got news from the tabloids - I got her!
I went for a walk today
But really walking's how I pray
I prayed to God up above
For him to show me how to love
I think I may have done it wrong
Not just this time but all along
You see....,
"Love is precocious and innocent
Not self-righteous and dissonant
Love is acceptance and compromise
Not a tool with which to ostracize
Love is boundless and abundant
Not binding and reductant
Love is careful and yet fearless
Never easy and never tearless
Love is blindly unassuming
Never wilted,endless blooming
Love is allowing and imprecise
Love is selflessness and sacrifice
Love is reckless and it's stupid
Not flowers and candy or even cupid
What makes love love is it's simplicity
We were made to know how to love implicitly
Love is messy and less than perfect
But let me tell you love is worth it
Give me back this sacred gift,this innate ability
Either let me love or please set me free"
So despite the anguish and trials I might face
This is what I pray for as I walk in your grace....
"If by love I am defeated each and every day
Please Lord let me wake each next one choosing love still anyway."
STILL I RISE
Still I rise, shaming the daunting eyes.
Still I rise, despite the convincing lies.
Still I rise, though with me, they cut ties
Still I rise, inasmuch as I let out sighs,
Still I rise, if you like ignore my cries,
Shoot me with your words; still I rise,
Smooth with the arrow of your eyes, still I rise,
Ostracize me from societal minds,
I'll drop low, but ends up with the prize.
Even though you cast me like a dice,
Scattered on the street of experience,
Still I rise, and rise, and rise.
Just like the watered garri, Still I rise,
E go swell, just like dem tell, still I go rise;
Like the waters in evaporation, I rise
Tho you jettison my words of affirmation,
Though witnessed my little evaporation,
Mock and ignore my cloud formation,
Flabbergasted by my precipitation,
Observe keenly or monitor my location
And then again, witnessed my evaporation,
Still, I rise, until I complete my life's mission.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 2023.
Dance the tortuous path of love with me,
explore nuances of the different roads,
some snake upwards towards lofty thrills
others zigzagging downwards in despair.
Together though we can construe
a life exhilarating and true
as we wander together in wondrous ways
enjoy the beauty of a laudable life,
build a base to face the storms of love,
and like a sparkling mountain stream
face all the currents that cross our life.
Let us find comfort in each other's arms,
when grief crosses our meandering paths,
for the stream winds and turns
and a new page of life pleasantly begins
Let us laugh together at our mistakes
for in laughter, we find strength
and ostracize despair from our love.
I’m Really Not That Bad
Another day, and still I sigh
This constant struggle makes me cry
Unkindness is the reason why
This battle’s all uphill
And for the ones who fail to see,
this pain that makes its home in me
YOU magnify the misery
by thinking what you will
You must admit, I’m just like you
I feel emotion as you do
Anger, hurt and sadness too,
and still you ostracize
If you could trade for just one day,
Your life for mine, I think you’d say
We are the same in many ways;
And friendship would arise
I plead with you to understand,
My disadvantages weren’t “planned”
I must go on the best I can,
But judgment makes me sad
If you’d invite me, I would stay
Include me in your game - I’ll play!
I think you’d find it's safe to say
I’m really not that bad!
petals and petticoats
mimes and marigots
blossoms and bubble boats
coal buckets and car coats
frazzle fritzes and fuzzy floats
germinating grouchy goats
muzzle loading mischief moats
ostracize ostrich’s olive oats
Our normal joys of life- now, ostracize;
shared, loving hugs, we're told to disavow.
Fond gatherings of friends and family
in cozy, close-knit groups- we abdicate.
No theaters open to view films or plays;
these gratifying pastimes- forsake now.
Just meeting with a friend for lunch to chat-
a thought we discontinue- disregard.
When leaving home for our essential needs,
near others, we surrender standing close;
discard the need to inhale full, fresh air-
while covered nose and mouth recycle breath.
So much we took for granted- now reject:
ditch strolling at the malls or galleries-
relinquish ceremonies of all types-
disclaim all sports events, rehabs, and gyms.
Our normal lives, we can't renounce too long-
or else we will forswear all hope itself.
We pray these missing blessings we regain-
no longer need to terminate our joys.
June 15, 2020
Contest: Thesaurus - Abandon or Abandoned
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Rules: Must use synonyms for the word "abandon"
or "abandoned," and they are italicized.
Leer
Ogle
Ostracize
Know
All
This
My
Edge
2019/09/30
Three Word Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsor Bobby May
Ah, dear Mrs. Nancy Pelosi,
Trying her best, with feckless,
Congressional cubbies.
Doing their best to make her
life anything but rosy.
Pick up that gavel and swat
their obnoxious butts off!
Don't let them drag you and
your party through their dumb,
showhorse stuff!
Ostracize and censure them,
right now!
Before they blow up the DNC.
And worse..the entire country!
Ker-Pow!
July 12, 2019
2pm PST
Overanalyze and criticize, demoralize and ostracize
Modern pundits legitimize their vicious exercise
Scrutinize and standardize, compartmentalize and cannibalize
Wizards of efficiency synchronize, initialize and circumcise
Demobilize and paralyze, stigmatize and de-humanize
Westernized pols, their constituents balkanize and polarize
Trivialize and miniaturize, standardize and sterilize
Thought-police priesthoods evangelize and moralize
Why can't they fraternize and socialize?
Why don't they harmonize and compromise?
Entry in Rhyme Battle: Xi Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
Rejoice not when her financial muscle dwindles
Gout her feet and hand joints assails
A kleptomaniac her little cash swindles
The love of her life from away sails
Rendering her social, financial and metabolic status repulsive
When in your considered view she reeks of misery
Driving your judgment and assessment compulsive
For a victim of usury projecting an appearance so dreary
Her bearing, demeanour and gait
Paint an apologetic figure
Teeming with an imaginary threat
That stands no chance in the rigour
Laughing at debacles the fallen
Surf at church, at home, at work, at social functions
Where accusing fingers swollen
With hubris mete out sanctions
According to gang and clique standards
Demanding ostracization and demonization
At the earliest excuse gang bards
Demand to promote the most evil stigmatization
Despite a river of tears
She pours from her swollen eyes
Battling genuine fears
In the midst of heinous packs of lies
She strives to fight though her stamina at the lowest ebb
Staggers
As she navigates for several hours the web
In search of elusive answers, endeavouring from her aching back to withdraw barbs of daggers.
I stand by my heart
Never alone again
Shadows stop where the sun starts
Some chapters are worth reading again
I’ve reflected and tried to apologize
Yet those offended insist to hold a grudge
Over the moon with the need to ostracize
Rubbing salt in an old wound
They need time
Gift it
They need space
Advance in the opposite direction
Should they decide to stay gone
Accept it as emotional relief
You’re who you are because of YOUR tests
Surgically remove thoughts of feeling incomplete
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