As I look back
failure was never
an option…
destined
to repeat until the lesson
learned –
As I look back,
I have been schooled
and graded for life
by death --
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The soul skips and bumps
a corduroy road – these often
alter pass vehicles we call the
Human Body And Currier --
I transport no angel messages
nor devils to lament --
no convictions other than
my time profitably spent --
Profitably Spent, not meaning an
accumulation of victories...but a
process of divining, sinking – drawing
out of the earth more than I ever put in….
Please, continue with your exercise
To sensibly check your goddamned size
And profitably win A Painless Prize:
For The Sport Body Ounce must not rise;
For contests a loss The Bone dries
And no blunders in the end seem wise…
Please, continue to watch overweight
That could make Coveted Prizes wait
And Expected Honors arrive late
And you leave in melancholic state…
In Boxing make you A Punching Bag,
Fellow The Rival to along drag;
Blows keep landing on, until you sag
And the floor wipe with: A Piteous Rag!
Please, Exercises, not Slimming Pills
Yes, Exercises with Honest Thrills!
He does not treasure his link
With four Arab Terrorists:
Men who’d pretended they could think
But for their savage strikes, Humorists…
He shall his thoughts bare and not blink
“His haters now whisky glasses clink
And in The Blue Sky also pick out Pink”.
This is no picture of A Challenged Scenarist,
Rather A Good Nose’s for the smell of An Animist
Off and on, his rivals at one another wink
For The Armada about to profitably sink.
The four accursed terrorists
He’d taken for amiable tourists,
Until up the ugly heads of shotguns reared
And in the shooting the bullets veered,
Plus involvement of a wasting grenade
That looked like it had been Russia-Made…
And in his hotel the four didn’t shrink,
When the strongest beverage was the drink…
Mr. Mole guessed he must do something, meanwhile
And not away image-saving time while.
From Cousin Uche profitably learnt
Jeep is not for top speed
And this clearly meant
I should another passion feed?
En route weeping for Nigerian Drivers,
Nearly all Precious Life "Deprivers".
Celebrating immunity of license
Like Eli The Ark of God and his Incense…
It can’t happen in his Beloved Brazil,
Where he did his dollars fight with zeal
And now steers a goodly jeep
While I strive not to weep.
Back to my base returned me,
Saving me what rarely is free;
A New Year’s Bag of Rice for father-in-law
In compliance with International Law
Thanks’, Oji-Egbe, for the gunshots at 12:00am 2022
Poetically, I myself was firing too!
LIGHTED IN SPIRALS
Rewrite the stars,
Strip the firmaments,
Empty the stacks of rain
as the world moves slow mo'
in a spherical spirals of clouds.
Let brightness confine darkness
till the days are profitably used-up,
Then nights can steal day's glory;
Spin us all for the quickie,
Let destinies actualize speedily,
Then the world can only be ours
as we ravel in universe lighted spirals.
Did you think no one can rewrite the stars?
The answer lies in the belly of imagination.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©April 25th,2021.
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Withered trees
And unfathomable houses
My clothes tattered and worn
My feet bare with splinters in my skin
My wish to be in the previous home I was in
The home I lived happily with a family
Worked profitably
And spent lavishly
Only if I were wise
Only if I had friends to talk sense into me
This would be the words of a once comfortable man
Living on the streets
From a comfortable lifestyle
To the lifestyle of a beggar
In this world
You may have been given lemons
But the way you use those lemons
Would be the way you will live
Think twice on your choices .
TAJ MAHAL
In this October day, as usual,
Late in reaching fulfillments
Memoried paths resenting familiarity
Historied tracks crumbling
A cloud-shred trailing a mass to merge
I walk into Taj and stop to find
Adorned love placed in an ornate pedestal.
Still selling their lights profitably are the sun and the moon
And getting her name yet again and finally is the Jamuna
O! unsung architect, why does not
This wafer get blown by the wind?
Where did you get this sky from,
To stick your vision on?
Does the full moon become fuller
By holding a royal Mughal lantern
Will Jamuna loiter dazed by the punch-drunk fort for ever?
The Taj is in its all-white contemplation
On love birds, dogfights, nemesis and Nostradamus
And I walk through faded print with all words spent
Watching clouds forgiving crowds’ trespass into the skies..
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
* Written some twenty years ago and included in my book “RAINQUAKE”
For PD’s ‘Seven wonders of the world’ contest
For Andrea's 'Faves' contest again
Brace for all that comes
With Imperial boastful pride
Spite the lies and accept the cries
Forgotten children in poorer nations
left for dead as we "save" the chosen
scenarios more profitably woven
Choosy heroes throwing weight
force-feeding our great....
Creating damsels to save
Claiming ourselves brave
And our most torrid lover makes it's work force slave?
A billion strong, making our beloved electronics
Finding no fault in their volatile faultline tectonics
Seeing no harm in rulers souls black like onyx
Wittling a public into compliant sculptures
cloaking intentions to rob earths flesh like vultures
The true crime is using our patriotism as a weapon
misleading true hearts with purposeful deception
A country full of wonderful people
Unaware of the greed driven evil
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