????PRECISION WITHOUT PRACTICE????
A nurse with a needle, eyes squinting tight,
Hunts for a vein in fluorescent light.
She taps and slaps, she warms the skin,
But that sneaky vein won’t let her win!
She squints, she sighs, she calls for aid,
Veins playing hide-and-seek in a masquerade.
“Make a fist!” she cries, “Now pump it twice!”
Still no vein, just skin that’s nice.
But lo! In the night, with zero fuss,
Comes a buzzing beast without a bus.
No flashlight, no gloves, no sterile prep,
Just wings and vibes and a sneaky step.
The mosquito lands with ninja grace,
No charts, no scrubs, no frantic chase.
It sniffs the blood like a wine connoisseur,
Then tap the vein...precision pure!
While humans sing and slap their thighs,
It drinks and flies before sunrise.
No training needed, no med school debt,
Just hunger, stealth, and zero regret.
So next time you're poked five times in vain,
And your arm looks like a subway train,
Just whisper softly, with no disdain:
“Should’ve hired a mosquito to find my vein!”
????VICK MANUEL POETRY????
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Copyright ©? 23rd - 24th October 2025.
TRADITION WITH PRECISION
A poem celebrating art and the artist…
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ancient hands weave the threads of time
each brushstroke a heartbeat,
each hue a memory etched in silence.
brushes dip in pools of pigments,
the clay shimmers like the first light,
each stroke deliberate.
every whisk echoes the practiced grace of learned fingers,
as if the brush speaks a language long forgotten,
revealing stories layered in texture and hue.
in chambers of solemnity,
the old master gazes down,
his eyes a reflection of trials and triumphs,
his art is more than mere creation;
it is an inheritance, a sacred dialogue across ages,
a tapestry of tradition and precision.
I love a blank canvas
how it focuses the eyes.
It’s black and white without
the usual vestige of messy
attention-grabbing details.
We’ll color those in later,
spending our creative time
whitewashing it with the precision
of our own nervous perfectionism.
We’ll strip away minimalism for cultural
resonance and focus the razor attention
of ‘couture’ obsession and wider comment.
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Songs for this:
Just Exist by Eliza & The Delusionals
Groceries by Mallrat
The sport of golf demands precision
baseball, perfect vision...
Although more popular than them all
~ football’s just collision*
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*American football, of course
Raven on my shoulder, emitting faint smolder,
swirling, formed a vision with self-like precision.
Winning done by sinning will be gaining no meaning!
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Anger appears to be stronger, but the rancor will linger fairly longer!
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If you really want something, nothing must daunt you to think you can't!
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In your mission, submission to rules must be given permission to realize the taken ambition!
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Vast scope is there and so forget the past and do your duty fast to win glory at last!
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Fear and each tear will cripple cheer to stop you from grabbing success my dear!
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Sleep is damn cheap, but if you keep in mind deep worries, with you, on your bed, sleep won't leap!
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Forget the past to get peace or else success can't be met, but in its place comes regret!
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Kind words soothe the mind of mankind as in them precious treasure all find!
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Peace will appease and please the soul if we bend our knees before God and increase prayers during our life-lease!
Precision swearing they call it
A term that may sound absur
But it’s economical with the breath
And wastes not a single word,
It rolls smoothly from the tongue
Instantly relieving pain
And, in the case of mental turmoil
Relieves stress and strain.
Better for use in private
When one can really let rip,
Out in public one feels
One should really keep a grip.
No perverted back street cursing.
No random state of mind
No ranting and raving
Of the common peasant kind
A selection of eloquent phrases.
Not all of them in general use
All carefully, precisely chosen
To avoid any language abuse.
An unappreciated form of therapy
That is readily there to explore
A bout of precision cursing
Satisfying to the very core.
Throw away your tranquillisers
Throw away your happy pills
A bout of precision swearing can
Remedy so many common ills.
Bang! My lips turn down to frown
Windage and elevation, it didn’t feel right
Turning the turrets, two left and two down
Minute of angle accommodating my sights
Both eyes open and steady hands
Acquire the target and slow the heart
Breathe, and lets the bags of sand
Steady the path as the bullet departs
Still high and right, the target would say
Turn left and down adjustments are made
Bang, and another shot on the way
Near center circle, the lead had been laid
Now the world was leaving my vision
The target grew bright, in focus and clear
The shot required not a single decision
No hesitation or thinking, no doubt and no fear
And just for a moment, I was alone
No thoughts or distractions, no notice of the world
No intrusion for me, immersed in the zone
Laser precision about to be hurled
Bang, the shot rang clarity clear
Point of aim and impact are justified now
Slowly I come back to those who are near
They never knew I was gone anyhow
Maybe engrossment, or perhaps a trance
It’s hard to discern what is what
Just like the dancer is really the dance
I am the shooter - I am the shot
Love is the ultimate and only real revolution.
major decision
use poetic precision
with my permission
bishop suffragan
right hand person of bishop
who makes things happen
as well as abuse
an abortion may misuse
constantly confuse
must accept challenge
or by it may be consumed
right down to last once
God always with me
set free from futility
with humility
always be laid back
people should never pressure
let them have own way
be sure that you know
things became the way they are
never existed
when Holy Spirit
is in our very presence
we will be assured
has humility
when God had shown done on me
from sin was set free
up from dirt did peep
then our wheat slowly would creep
eaten by some sheep
had been some big gaps
causing building to collapse
result big mishapse
we were in search of
success that future had held
we were sure to find
we always did know
time much effort exerted
while we goal would seek
Jim Horn
We need those who keep us precise
Like the Swiss clocks and chimes
And engines so nice,
Oiled, clean and shiny at all times.
We want to be sharp and admired
By hones people who love us,
Be in precision and never tired!
We can see it as a blessing
To increase and perfect our powers
To serve God and confessing
All honor to be given
In the School of Precision
His will on earth, as in Heaven
Will be the right decision!
Ardor, not passion, when it comes to a profession
Alacrity, not zeal, when it's time for confession
Make Decision With Great Precision
did made decision
we would with exact precision
and no division
Jim Horn
Much Apprehension Incision With Precision
much apprehension
we must make an incision
with precise precision
Jim Horn
The Clock
dial bright-white
imposed with
bold-black numbers
scored sounding
repetitive
like 1-2, 1-2, 1-2
or
tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
dial colors
contrasted
tick-tock sounds
perfect precision.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 16, 2018 (Imagism)
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