Antipas was one of many heirs of Herod the Great
Morally and civilly, he had fallen from his state.
His kingdom, a collapsed castle, he couldn't reinstate.
Sinning with brother's wife, shamelessness had become his fate.
Like raindrops on a bison, did John's censures sadden him?
Like venom, the wrath of Herodias filled her to brim.
The extant of Baptist, she thought, like a twig she should trim
Didn't she, as a queen, have the right to amuse her whim?
By the fame of Jesus as though life-threat, Herod baffled.
His human and animal instincts between them battled.
Curiousness and qualm, like flatware, within him rattled
Has John resurrected? Physique and Psyche fell fear-grappled
Does the sun fear the darkness? Jesus fulfilled his mission.
To build his realm of love, did he need Herod's permission?
On misted streets of fog and pain
With lamp post lighted thoughts of rain
The city, bleak in heart’s demise
Is cold, as tears now taunt my eyes
To walk in disappointment’s dawn
The streets grow weary as I yawn
Though every life must sometimes shade
I contemplate decisions made
And though we all know things must end
And good things break and others bend
It’s hard to fathom graying skies
When promises are often lies
Yet, something always fills the crack
A light that somewhere has my back
To lift the fog of morning chill
And somehow reinstate my will
Longing for the day
I get to reinstate myself as something bigger,
something brighter
Knowing nothing is guaranteed
I’d like to think
I could conform to the latest niche taking me over
But she’s not real,
You made it up
She couldn’t hurt you if she tried
But I feel so broken standing here
Pretending to be calm and collected
When she reappears
She will take notice
As you’re standing there calm and collected
And when I redefine myself
As something better than I’ve ever been before
I can’t wait
‘Till I can face myself without closing my eyes
Or turning away
But she’s not real,
You made it up!
She couldn’t hurt you if she tried
But I don’t know the world anymore
And I feel so broken standing here
Longing for the day
I get to reinstate myself
As something bigger,
Something brighter
Than I’ve ever been before
Vroom vroom! The car stops to a halt.
Ooh! Dad’s home carrying him varieties of groceries.
Broom Broom! I sweep my room,
Collecting trash using a dustpan. Alas! The place is clean.
Vroom! The driver sped,
Crash! The boy was run over. Blood gutted out of his throat as he bled to death, helpless, while the heartless hooligan sped off to a neck breaking speed. All that remains is the indelible mark, now a blackspot as well as a death spot.
Vroom vroom! The mechanic tries the engine,
So old it is after it is drained its oil, after the previous race.
Tick tok as the team tries to reinstate it back to its performance so as to win the piston cup that he so craves it like the next breath.
Vroom vroom! The motorcycle halts.
The cyclist drops off a passenger at the crucial destination.
The latter, who is also a taxpayer, makes her way into the compound regarded a religious ground.
After six days of toiling the Sabbath is sure the best day for her to give thanks to god after a tough week.
ONCE WE FALL...
Once we fall in love, you be my next of kin,
I automatically love every crack in your skin
and every freckle of light in your eyes.
That's the point when our personalities
reinstate love and fascinate at every slice.
Once we fall in love, worry not about the splash;
Intuitions and initiatives will be our main push.
I will fall in love with your looks while sleeping,
feel the ambience of your soul like I'm love sippin',
and enjoy the way your mouth curves
when you say my name with every puffs.
I might be complex occasionally, leading to a frenzy
but for me, loving you will always be easy
cos I'm loving and can awake your ecstasy,
Let's marinate each other's likeness - quasi.
Once we fall in love, an impediment is a breakthrough.
He who is loving makes him lovable too!
That makes a perfect union of an imperfect two!!
All I ask is, never give up on me and stay true;
Then in return, I will never quit loving you.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? 30th July 2023.
After church a bunch of us decide to congregate
Some spoke different dialects, so we got to translate
There was also a new bride and groom to congratulate
Did I mention that the preacher was quick to reinstate?
A vampire flew through which we did not anticipate
Was that a real vampire? An avid debate.
A mummy danced through next with a wobbly gait.
Where did she come from? I asked my immensely surprised date.
No worries said my cousin, who was ready to masticate.
His sweets were piled in a tower of sugar granulate.
Wha….wha…wha….stuttered my shocked surprised Uncle Nate.
As a devil appeared who said, “Why can’t you articulate?”
As members of one single clan
Once we sat around a common table
Partook of tasty homemade fares
And laughed together over many a fable
Unity then ruled like a choirmaster
Symphony of tunes rang from every nook
With no dissonance to mar the melody,
Gaily flowed life with the music of a brook
Air was filled with the fragrance of love
In every need was a helping hand
Contented with simple things,
Men lived in amity like a single band
As years slipped by in great haste
The inventory of needs grew longer
Cast our magnanimity asunder
And bonding cords grew shorter
Now we see humanity in fractions
Fences, built in the name of caste and sect
Violence shows its ugly head
Blood is spilled and peace is lost
Now is high time to retrace our steps
To come back to the former blissful state
When love won and brotherhood reigned
Thus an earthly paradise to reinstate!
(How I long my wish would come true!)
June.1.2022
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Sandstone erode into dust harks history's fade
Effected by events, weathered
Crept century torture administers eventual taint
Withered time drives incessant
Battered slate roof removed promotes damage
Cold rain and blazing sun hurt
Cyprus seeds challenge infertile dust, establish
Passage through gathered dirt
Co dependent pieces redefine a weary structure
Fed full on counterpart stength
Capability maps character, freshened functions
Exchange worshipped sentiment
Protected rod trunk tree intersects better entity
Deep dug roots, a chasm shielding
Tumult inevitably threatens to reinstate tentative
Pledge prevails, reliance appealing
Dedicated to tasks, support and every day bolster
Ruin renewed by flaura's courage
Offers availed are automated, mutual responders
Hold each firm in order to flourish
23rd November
I got million things to say to you.
From what starting point shall I begin?
My tongue is tied at the moment…
I’m embarrassed to express it.
I’m apologetic.
Remorse.
One thing I know about us…
We were fated to love and learn about life.
We were bounded to live our visions.
For our families,
For our future,
For both of us.
Maybe we were too rapt with our goals
We forget to save our love.
We were drowned with our doubts
How could this be?
We think of uncertain…
A paranoia.
Maybe there is something left in me.
As much as you also have for me at this point
to patch two hearts that were broken.
I volunteer for reconciliation…
For forgiveness
For closure, maybe?
If only I have to wait for years to reinstate what we had lost today
I will patiently wait for that moment.
I guess it’s our silence that would give us a temporary relief
from these heartbreaks and misunderstanding.
Let’s just wait until it will come.
Soon.
political dynamics
Is it not so... that the winters are so dry to fail
The produce, as of the day we deny the curse
As If ever there's no a victor and a victim, the
Former rejoice as the later laments in agony...
Denial is ever fixed in the green eyed monster
Whom sniff its prey before the dury and leave
Eager to bite, calls for a quorum to reinstate
Zidera and bring back forth the foregone shame
How lame is the act of foreordination and the
Bill signed behind closed doors, denied funfare
To the executive order as of customs, brothers
Cheer and posse his deceitful wiles, A vigilante.
Note how the prescription heralds violence on
And the so called veneer of human rights claim
Ills upon masses. Are we human? Is there ever
Fixed rights? The stereotypical "us" humane...
No!... we aren't, for we been brought seventeen
Years back and I am tired ululating so energetic
To the rinsed political manifestations which on
And on ever brings us no room of expression....
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path but it hurts
and I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
I'm a last and never rest
not 'til I bask that no flag flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride,
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed 'til I'm freed.
That's the wish beyond painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred,
and the positive drive is confiscated,
but don't be mistaken I'll reinstate it,
I aint breaking, this life aint there for the taking,
I'll rehabilitate me inevitably.
I shall reinstate my poetry
My words will transfer my deepest sensitiveness
Sharing to every soul and heart
Describing my profound fantasies
Being my pellucid portrayal
Poetry shall manifest me.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |25/07/2018.
Inauguration's Coming Soon
By Franklin Price
1/3/2017
Inauguration's coming soon
A new leader sworn in
One who has made promises
To make us great again
The struggle has been long and hard
For the one the people sent
A political apprentice
Not your normal president
A billionaire of question
Who had so little chance
Came without an invitation
To the inauguration dance
Promised us to build a wall,
Defeat the ISIS threat,
Bring back jobs, once sent away,
Get the U.S. out of debt,
Be there for all citizens,
Not just the super rich,
Show Washington insiders,
That life can be a *****.
Reinstate the middle class,
The heartbeat of this land,
Bring programs to the cities' poor,
Wouldn't all of that be grand?
We the people, tired of cards,
Beltway politicians play,
Voted to play the Trump card,
On inauguration day
Please don't leave the table,
Let all players play their hands,
According to the Constitution,
That's what democracy demands.
You're such a good and loving God to take such care of me.
Though I don't deserve it, still Your love is free.
You came into a barbarous world steeped in sin's corruption;
A world so vile it seemed to be bent on self destruction.
You laid aside Your Glory and disguised as a simple man,
You bravely entered in the fight to reassert Your plan.
You bought back all who are Your Own, You never flinched or wavered.
You spilled Your Precious Royal Blood to reinstate God's favor.
I wonder now could I withstand what You willingly went through;
And would again for just one man if e'er You needed to.
Could I ever be that brave? I don't think I could.
It's only You within me Lord. Only You are good.
If I could breathe back life into one
Archimedes would have to be the one
And not just for fun.
Inventors to fill a need is what we need
Not ones that serve no need except greed.
Archimedes once re-acclimatised could yet fit the bill
If we give him a pill so he is not yet over the hill
His inventions though blasts from the past
Still apply to today's class.
Every time I turn a screw I think of him anew.
Filling a bath I cross his path.
Shifting a rock with a lever makes me a believer
That Archimedes could yet come back in favour.
Problem solving was his game
I am sure he could still put some current inventors to shame.
For which we are all to blame
For not telling them what we need
And letting them invent for no need.
Maybe that is why we have no modern day Archimedes,
To meet our needs.
To reinstate the original I see as the only way
If we want to save the day.
To avoid any glitch, I will steer him clear of the rich,
So they can not get first pitch.
It may not yet be too late,
If we bring him back to this date,
Our problems to relate
And ask him to invent to suit our need with all speed
To save our planet from our greed.
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