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An Uncertain History of Champagne

Just how champagne came to be
opinions vary and there are many.
The French insist it was no mistake
like all great art they highly rate;
indeed, a felicitous coupling
of skill and savoir faire* resulting
in a tingling bubbly effervescence
rocketed champagne to prominence.
(Other stories and less discreet
explain the wine maker fell asleep
and thus the fermentation
exceeded normal maturation.)
The French even claim to know the name
of him who gave the wine its fame,
(a lowly monk named Dom Pérignon), 
who described it as a phenomenon
akin to “drinking the stars,” an epithet
as valid today as when he first sipped it. 

*Savoir faire = Know-how

Ode To Corruption

Or there is any where for thee to hide
within this our friendly galy tide
or thus our country can endure a sly
of air or unidentified  folly
oh! here is now weary of thy a style
to strike, state and define  only a tale
and dividing mountains and rivers shores
thee how may long to complain its funs
evil is a hot charcoal in the dark
now tell us how could such be a dreamed rank
oh! thee pedagogue of all summer ice
we still have no alternative chance
than to reap thy a rocketed blocks
were it built and lied yesterday days
were all monsters and dragons confederated
to give thee a meaning or love or a bond
we have never and ever accept
to live by such rules, oh! corrupt?
nor nature shows that a shadow
nor still culture would once draw
a semblance to such corruption
even nightmares are so holly to mean
oh! goblin of syndrome bewitching earth
unkind itching, a fool's happy path
we will never remain dwarfed
nor whose country or continent shall fiend
nor which government is only fourty
or fifty two only seeming funny
or when we are asked we remain shaken
whose then shall be the burden?.

They Made Me Fall In Love With Chelsea

THEY MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH CHELSEA

Color blue...
Dan Petrescu...
Capi Dennis Wise,
UEFA the biggest price,
Celestine Babayaro,
Still remember him like tomorrow.
Zola definitely lure me
As honey attracts the bee.
Y'all remember Tore Andre Flo?
Our football was a masterful flow...
Then comes a flash from flanks,
Robben does the wing robbery with silky pranks,
The Duffer those it from the left flank,
Damien Duff dust-off defenders off the rank.
Witness the power of thunderbolt Hasselbaink:
Jimmy the Floyd playing the dummy
then ball rolls out like a mummy,
Straight to Bolo Zenden for a cut back
through the acute angel of the pitch arc
to the rocketed-feets of Lampard into the net.
Now, watch the replay; the spectacule is set.
Never underestimate the blue army clan,
These heroes & more made me a lifelong fan.

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 7th January, 2020.

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Gentle Mist

I was once walking through the wood,
in the mist, silenced hush.
Sky rocketed trees,
graced by the tender eve.

Quacks; quivers; splash; and whirl,
faded into a whisper.
Sky fell asleep; stars twinkled,
but dwindled to disappear.

Emptiness of the green,
I felt within,
and with a sweet touch, gently
the mist devoured me completely.

Poetry Month Challenge: Forsake Careless Words of Death

I
English showcases Joseph Conrad, Dickens, James Joyce, Tagore
Conrad, once a Pole, Joyce may be Irish, Tagore -Indian of course
In political terms, England rocketed after 1558, besting the Spanish
Our 'lingua franca' changed from Spanish to the Queens English

II
That is all the good news, "I am afraid to say," -
Did you just hear me spout negativity
Conjuring up spirits,yes FEAR IS A DARK SPIRIT
That creeps in casually, as in pat phrases ("Watch and Pray")

III
Proverbs reminds us, "Life and death are in the tongue,"
And "I could kill myself I didn't know this early in life."
Again, the words that allow spirits against LIFE a welcome
Recall this, "My back is killing me," and "I would die for my wife!"

IV
Poets, there are stock Phrases: "idioms." They made me an idiot
About the Spirit world, shooting myself in my own foot (to boot)
So, I pledge to forsake words that speak of death and jovial killing
Because the Being inside us, the BE-ING, is also a "Human Doing"

Mr Sandman

The Sandman woke me up late last night.
I rocketed myself from the pillows.
Seeing him I groaned,
and slid back beneath the hood of blankets

He walked across the bedspread;
Knocked on my forehead with his cane.
With gritted teeth I sat up straight.
I explained his presence was not needed
                                                     “So Shooooo”
I set him at the foot of the bed and snuggled in my sheets.

He stubbornly stood up and made his way in my direction.
Stealthily climbing the pile of decorative pillows,
he rapped my nose.

Anger covering my face, I rose again.
I backhanded him across the floor!
He stood, shaking the loose sand off his coat;
still of one piece and just as mischievous as before.
I broke the night with my screech of rage!

I took Mr. Sandman in my hands
crunching him down to the dust he was.
I opened the bedroom window and blew him into the night.
Someone else’s problem now.

Night Scare

Just as I dozed Off
It was that creature 
Again! 
Shook me awake 
By the echoing,
Growling of its fierce voice

Onto my feet, I was
Rocketed towards that edifice 
I dashed in, locked all the portals 
Giving access to the building
I took a deep breath
Thinking I had escaped it

I down-lifted myself 
To the rooms downstairs
Trod backwards, 
I got inside room 16
And locked myself up,
Felt relieved for a second

The room was then illuminated
By the red-searching lasers 
I tried to view them closer,
I was pierced by two-edged 
Sword-like objects, I heard the voice...
'Again?'

A coffin was deposited in front
I was desperate,
I got inside myself
I heard an alarm ringing
A wavy view of the ceiling,
And shower came to sight

I was in the tub
Warmth of water had taken me 
To a place no one else knows 
The sun had risen,
It was morning
And it was time to leave for school

Soulless Computer

Created, programmed by God Himself
With bibles digitized for easy reading
Laws, commandments for all the planets
Embedded in the computer software
Because it cares and knows the difference
Algorithms perfected reaching out to you
Carried on the solar wind by missiles rocketed 
With a blip and light constant in the night
The computer is not soulless as suggested
But another lost soul searching for direction
Sent into the universe to find His Holiness at home
The One who made it into ones and zeros
Thousands of components whirring metallic tones
Holy words emanating hope, electric hymns for Him
A machine with songs of praise of He who made it
Not made in His image exactly...but a close facsimile

Philosophizing

Straitened are the times
And tight is my pocket.
A glass of brandy
Consumed with contemplation
Is hard to bargain
As speculators have poured in
Shouting ‘buy’, ‘buy’, ‘buy’.
 
Since out is the signal 
The hoarders have barged in
And have emptied the market
Of all the brandy, inclusive of
The liquors that brandished
Even a semblance of flavor
That reminded them of this brand.
 
After the run-on brandy
Its prices have rocketed sky-high. 
Engulfed by indignation
But still the avid lover 
That I am of this brand,
I emptied my purse
To offer me a bottle of brandy.
 
Sipping the liquor in a glass
And immersed in happiness 
I sat reinstated to my senses 
And to the art of philosophizing,
And wondered whether the glass
That I held in my hand
Was half-full or half-empty.
 
Misfit to this treacherous art 
But tied to pitfalls in my daily life,
I sat there and gazed contently  
Through my half-filled glass
With intent and pride, enthralled
That I did not have to complain
About things I can’t change.

The Space Shuttles

Sculptured metal with a polished sheen,
and oxygen tanks hissing like steam.
Space shuttles were powerful machines,
where liquid fuel took cold to extremes.

A rival sun burnt a blazing path
as engines ignited flames of wrath.
And plumes of fire flashed final goodbyes,
launching shuttles high into the skies.

Man's hopes and dreams were their first payload
as they rocketed to God's abode.
And rolling on their backs to gain speed,
they'd jettison their tanks and feel freed.

Now untethered from their earthly base,
they explored the edge of outer-space.
And when gravity pulled shuttles home, 
reentry's heat was absorbed by foam.

With their stubby wings floating on air,
they'd touch down, screeching in despair.
To help give America a boost,
they got piggybacked back to their roost.


(Rhyme)


10/3/2017

End of a Flame

the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the black of green
red roads ascended to the pretty sky
n sorrow spilled down the stream quietly
streames giggled
bangles clinked
my soul rocketed 
to the realms unknown
haunting the conscience,deep within
hymning angels caressing the heart n
deep abyss gladly in
emptiness stares
darkness surrounds
depth of darkness, intoxicates
musk of silence lingers
dearth of thoughts
eyes stared into the brain
no ripples
end of the flame
blowing wind stopped to a halt
blood froze in its track
the track of birth and life and love
for a new
existence
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Blood Froze In Its Track

the yellow slant of the squinting sun
silently swallowed the black of green
red roads ascended to the pretty sky
n sorrow spilled down the stream quietly
streames giggled
bangles clinked
my soul rocketed 
to the realms unknowned
haunting the conscience,deep within
hymning angels caressing the heart n
deep abyss gladly in
emptiness stares
darkness surrounds
depth of darkness, intoxicates
musk of silence lingers
dearth of thoughts
eyes stared into the brain
no ripples
end of the flame
blowing wind stopped to a halt
blood froze in its track
the track of birth and life and love
for a new
existence
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Spaceman Vs Sea Monster

At the bottom, in her clutches, you’ve found your new home
Her ghostly embrace makes you feel more alone
Spaceman, at peace in the depth of your night
On glamour and glory, you’ve gotten too high
And somehow you slipped and crashed through the sky
...one day you just rocketed by
Earth’s son is drowning in a tub with the chills
The water is draining, blood laced with pills
One of her many eyes saw your descent
While eating the shrimp from a sulfurous vent
Which, until she’d seen you, had made her content
...her heart boiling out through cement
And while you were down, she baited her hooks
She made you feel hopeful with helpless, sweet looks
And nested your spaceship in her hidden crooks
...blowing kisses that warm like chinooks
And she pulled you in close when you started to sink
And confused you with needs and a cloud of black ink
Disarming your valor with sweetie-pie blinks
...with fish guts and sea-rotten stink
Orbiting so long gave you the spins
You splashed down through brine, and the ocean’s slick skin
In barbed tentacles you’ll sleep with your twin
...in challenger deep growing fins

Clover Leaf

Execute the space
 Dont let it go to waste
 Shake each clover leaf
 With satin hands, minds blend
 This is the grand chorus
 
Men have flown from pages to see
 The great unfurling of destiny
 Rocketed through endless chase of chance
 
We will make futures sparkle today
 Poised on lofty balconies, bring out
 Your kings and peasants to see
 What comes now
 When we blend our mercury

Bands Come and Go

It took a record producer named Mr. White
to push you four guys to such a dizzying height.
You Erie, Pennsylvania musicians were quite able.
Mr. White signed you to the Play-Tone label.
“That Thing You Do” rocketed up the Billboard charts.
“Shades” and the gang won many young girls’ hearts.
The group got to be something everybody would know
with an appearance on a major network show.
That night, a few inadvertent blunders
placed the band into the classification of “one-hit wonders”.
Their one big hit song turned out to be their final.
Fame and success are fleeting and ephemeral.

Based on the 1997 film “That Thing You Do”

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