IS THE WAR ON OFF?
DO NOT LAUGH AT THIS OR SCOFF
SEEMS LIKE A STANDOFF
BABY STANDOFF
Fiyinfoluwa had her mission & goal crystal clear,
To wait for Grandma & keep her close right here.
Dressed in pink with hearts all over her chest,
She boldly declared, "I don’t need any rest!"
With "Dad mode" engaged, I couldn’t help but grin,
As the bedtime battle was about to begin.
She was the "new boss," ruling the day with flair,
Insisting that sleep was nowhere in her care.
She fought those heavy eyelids, a tiny warrior so brave,
Determined to stay up and conquer the wave.
But even a "sleep queen" has her limits, you see,
Especially when napping is her destiny.
The stakes were high, the "Grandma stakes" were real,
But that pillow was offering a much sweeter deal.
Determination clashed with nap time in a fierce showdown,
And dreamland ultimately took the crown.
Now she’s dreaming of Grandma, all snuggled up tight,
A "pure joy" to behold in the soft afternoon light.
Her mission is on pause, her snoring a sweet sound,
Until she wakes up and the adventure spins around!
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th January 2025.
More than a few drops of disdain,
tangled up hair clogging the drain.
Getting heated I cannot abstain
that is my bane, that is my bane.
This one little thing set me off,
the pipes and I in a standoff.
That old tub can come off tough,
a sluggish cough, a sluggish cough.
Feeling empty
sometimes, no time
sometimes, really sham.
I got here a hundred pesos
for haircut, one week
still here my wallet.
The reason, is sore
feet, a gout, terribly
pinning me at home.
If only like
machine I could
change one for cure.
Life is standoff
all schedule cancelled
because of this malady.
Can you for once not feel criticized
When someone's trying their hardest to say otherwise?
Can you at least try to see the bright side of this?
The truth's the truth, doesn't matter how much it hurts,
It's all about how well you handle it.
Guess we're not the kind of friends
Whom take each other's opinion of one another,
But hey at least I take yours in tearful stride.
Consider this a one-time thing,
'Cause I’ve said all I had to say.
I may have went too far, but hey as your friend,
I went the extra mile to prove to you
I'm not all about always making you smile.
I may have went too deep, but hey as your friend,
I know I pushed all the right buttons.
You’re no foe, but I think you should know:
Nothing's more liberating
Than for once hurting your feelings too.
standoff
feline green eyes stalk
canine paws crouch in pounce mode ~
play erupts fun romps
1-25-21
Contest: Moment in Nature
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllables checked with www.HowManySyllables.com
As evening fell,
Air gray and still,
My ears discerned
A cardinal’s shrill—
High in an oak,
He fussed, aglow,
While crouched a cat
With stealth below;
From bough to branch,
That bird flashed bright
Until his foe
Slunk into night.
Reality is a game and dreams like shadows,
Stress the mind to select and choose priorities,
Between friends non exist in fun and frolic,
Winning became a criterion of dashed hope.
Selfless love lost in the story line fables,
Monotony prevails and we draw to fence,
Who rules the roost and who displays to funk;
In a battle no one desired to undertake.
The sky began to fall apart in distress;
For utopia decry's self infatuation.
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