When a slap brings joy
A voice cries out
Newborn girl, boy
Angels in Heaven shout
A voice cries out
Happy tears flow
Angels in Heaven shout
Trumpets in Glory blow
Happy tears flow
Breast milk fed
Trumpets in Glory blow
Gentle strokes to the head
Breast milk fed
Forever to enjoy
Gentle strokes to the head
When a slap brings joy
Oh most of Europe..' Is in a fit.' Realitys has kicked in.' Also
Putin says has been safekeeping, many intercepted kidnapped kids.? Some are American too.' Now what will
The so willing do.? I even doubt this (true story) will be
Explored? being much too gory.' Oh dear Lord!! cause Trump
And Vance, must know on which foot fits the shoe.? Till
Then? its (Hiss slap spit) ya know what America? let them spit on me too.'
I’m a slap-dash person;
That is just the way I roll,
For when I start a project,
Ending quickly is my goal.
I rarely measure things; instead
I look and take a guess,
So underneath each picture hung,
The wall’s a hole-filled mess.
Today I fixed a cabinet
Which needed to be spruced.
I’d ordered paint and liners
For the shelves to give a boost.
I emptied all the contents,
Wiped things down and dipped the brush.
I didn’t sand, just slapped that paint
Like always, in a rush.
I waited half an hour,
‘Til the cabinet felt dry,
Then lined the shelves, replaced the food
And I’m not gonna lie…
It’s far from perfect, but it’s clean
And though it’s not quite new,
To assemble one fresh from a box
I really hate to do.
So in my slap-dash fashion
I’ve fulfilled my latest task.
If you wonder if I’m feeling proud,
You shouldn’t have to ask.
slapping on tariffs
pick up game between neighbours~
a puck in the face
***
Going ahead walking through the cold,
hearing "you got this" from someone who got told,
to tell me this to tell me that,
maybe because I didn't allow someone to let out a pat.
On the shoulder never.
I never forget to take a jacket with me,
but when he started to be all I see,
even though he came by accidently,
and just tried to treat me kindly,
when he saw what I built up for my proudly,
Who was I to tell that what he does is groundly.
On the shoulder forever.
So the bow came with effort harshly,
I did already broke my knee partly,
but I would still do it halfway,
and he would enjoy till he reached the pathway.
Were I might get full rage,
and get with women faced.
On the shoulder spread fever.
Like the last time letter spit "see you again",
And I will read into it too much sea hand,
"I wish", or "hope", or
"If we would"
Because when we see eachother again,
There wouldn't come amounts of sweets per Hand,
By my hand.
Since god chose another main.
whimpering sniveling pout
mopey face bo ohwe-ohwe whine
scratching his head mopey face
I was here with me
We reach
The beach
Nice spot
Sand's hot
Flies swarm
Water's warm
Surfers crave
Big wave
We wish
no jellyfish
We learn
sun burn
hot sun
have fun
slip on
a shirt
slap on
a hat
slop on
sun screen
Dogs invite
shark bite
mum nags
swim between flags
HOLIDAY FUN
Halloween evening
Fright night
Seasons Greetings
Merry……… had a little lamb
New Years Eve
Kiss Bliss
Fourth July
Sparks Fly
We wait for news of the sale of our house,
our home. Weeks pass. Unsettled. Unable
to focus on anything else. All seems
temporary; provisional or not relevant.
I call to mind patients needing patience;
waiting for results. Not knowing. Tested.
Trust tested explores hope, rehearsing what ifs.
Whatever news comes, knowing brings relief.
Decisions can be made. Actions follow.
In writing I'm reflecting and learning.
It feels like a long vigil: attending;
depending on others. Waiting on God –
struck by those fleeing conflict or climate,
how trivial our testing. I slap my wrist.
A pre planned slap,
when the beast breaks the chains beware;
A pre planned slap,
deeper wound falling for a trap;
It’s the charge you feel in the air
with sharpened nails it will ensnare;
A pre planned slap.
Twenty thousand three hundred days
That's a humongous amount of days
But it's not a family record
One sister lived 30,310,10 as of today
Guess you could say I'm a contented person
With more than my share of happy
Why me? I have often asked
How come I'm a slap happy pappy
Is it just a roll of the dice
That determines which path we travel
Or at some point do we look at things
And say in humour I'd like to dabble
Whatever the reason whatever the cause
I've ended up sending out sillies
Had more than my share of happiness stuff
Guess that's why I'm a silly-billy
Bachay na slap chalay ge na clap,
Mein teray pyo da ve pyo an Don.
Note.Jinyan marzi chandan marwa.
"Who had this booby trap set?"
Asked the hit man quite upset
But flashing a borrowed smile
He could take to some one mile.
Later, what seemed a child's grin,
Once very rich, now as thin...
It's clear Charles would some cheek slap
Or a head hit or a cap:
Charles' little luck with good clue
Could him to a lone spot glue,
Each movement a quest for proof,
Still luckless just hit the roof!
Certain now he'll Hill's cheeks slap,
Now with zest closing their gap:
What long frustration could do:
Up men would begin to screw.
Slap Ya Mamma all over
And soak 'em in beer
Next morning smell the mesquite
Sizzle-juce and fat
Impregnate the air
Love smok'n
Mmmmmmmm!
A new sheriff in town named Shaw
Came to get rid of an outlaw
They would slap leather soon
Around the time of noon
Sheriff was faster on the draw!
5-3-2022
WILL-SLAP-ROCK
Perilous mixed up in the industry,
Troubled rumbled "situationship" tainted gentry,
epitomize a couple's open chemistry?
Oh...!!! What a timely tangle
that spangled in a world of Illuminati triangle.
Society's predicament sums up a night of quagmire
even though the story ends up ephemeral.
In betwixt the slap and Rock
was a moment with Chris and his long talk.
In betwixt Will Smith's "Oscar best actor" win,
was a comedy of errors and his open sin;
Global warming was the cheek of Chris Rock,
Oblivious of the disgrace that he couldn't duck
but had to be man enough
to receive that hot stuff,
steaming like a hot stove.
Twas like a Hollywood movie
that makes you shock, jocund or moody,
like when Mom hits you in front of your friends
and you act like it didn't hurt.
And so, "everybody hates Chris"
for cranking-up a bald joke about Jada Smith
but missed the moment Will noticed Jada wasn't having it
and had to slap Chris Rock for it,
just to make up for laughing so hard in a bit.
And just like that in one hour half,
this saga was passed around more than his wife.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©March 28th, 2022.
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