The eyes reveal much more than any word,
sound, or even subtle body shift.
Let the other person’s optics be your cue
to leave or stay.
Posted in Quotes as well as poetry section.
16 th February 2022.
All my own work to the best of my knowledge.
WANTED
Vick The King Solomon,
Trinity of creativity soul in one,
"Ade" is the crown that gives sceptre to Royalty,
Royalty is to kingship but fails without wisdom
And wisdom of King Solomon lives on in this kingdom.
The gravity of such embellishment lies
In creativity & fast becoming the cynosure of all eyes.
I won't be submerged in endless triumph of wise fools
Cos the fool that is loosed is now the man on the loose
Who stole the mind of a ready writer
The world watches what you're running after
But your prayer makes you a player
In the race of life you were once a stranger,
Mighty tanks crows in pyre wood smoke clouds
But by the world's savvy all sink and drowns
Instead of sticking to the world's expectations
But stealing souls for the price of the high calling stations
Is the crime that warrants world's condemnations,
Divine wisdom your nothingness
Instead, your ultimate intelligence
To the world watching the wanted
This has to be divine ignorance effected,
To the best of my knowledge, for instance
Is the degree of my known ignorance.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©30th April, 2018.
Automatic Astigmatic Amagmatic Amended Assignment
I was standing on the floor of relief
Yes, I'am living by only God's grace
No matter my placement I'm in agreement
Yes, I shall, I will be a winner in this race
Now to the best of my knowledge
I am incognito
Place my spirit and soul on the shelf
There's nothing left, been cleansed of my regrets
Somethings are happening
Everything is probables...
I've done the improvable
I am on A.......
Automatic Astigmatic Amagmatic Amended Assignment
I was kneeling down in my daily prayer
And I realized finally, Lord God that you're here
You are around me, inside me, you've reviled me
You're awesome mighty, mighty savior
Now to the best of my knowledge
I am ingogneto
Place my spirit and soul on the shelf
There's nothing left, been cleansed of my regrets
Somethings are happening
Everything is probables...
I've done the improvable
I am on A.......
Automatic Astigmatic Amagmatic Amended Assignment
11/15/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
I don't know any of the people you have linked to me. Do you?
Without you I’m an incomplete circle
A divided square, rectangular, unequal
Loosing shape, my fall has no impact
Burning out in the atmosphere like a comet
Undead, I’m brittle in the sun
Palling without my medicine
A buffoon without my Whitherspoon
Scared of the moon, a cartoon
I walk unevenly, off balance
A laughing stock without any defence
An empty wine glass on display
A smoking cigar without an ashtray
Bitter all my life like vinegar
A creature of bad habits, a voyageur
Trivial to the best of my knowledge
A block of ice in an empty fridge
This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory
Freckled and spotted
She stood but a twig
Lost in a forest
Of abandonment
Tires and barbwire
Surround her by day
And at night she suffers
The coyotes cries, not far away
Left with no food
Or water to drink
She stands by a tree
And hopes for relief
Halter grown in
And hooves overgrown
Not a grain in that belly
And left all alone
Withering quick
She stands by her tree
And hopes a kind soul
Will help her to see
There is life still
No matter how grim
Things seem from beneath
This horrid, old tree
This halfhearted twig
Awaits her relief
As the days pass her by
And she writhes with grief
Her name is Glory
All freckled with spots
Like a giant Dalmatian
Trapped in this spot
At the end of her lead
She was finally freed
Not a day too soon
She'll now find relief
Halfhearted no longer
And happy at last
Whom once was a twig
Knows Glory at last
Halfhearted no longer
And free from that mess
Glory has found relief
At Horse Creek Ranch*
*Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.
I have a friend who is, to the best of my knowledge, a magpie.
All shiny, all sparkles of metal and glass are placed in my palm as a little gift, a bit of treasure.
So maybe then, she's a pirate. One Long John Silver with a golden tooth and a keen eyed parrot. And she pillages and purges to bring me little metal castles, radio faces, moonstones and roses and bright button badges.
Just like a Brownie. On a long brown sash wrapped around my chest. She brings me glittering adornments that glow with my achievements.
One day, I'll give her treasure for her nest.
We sit on chairs in the hall, one, two, three.
Two sisters, Pat and Trudy and me, one, two, three.
Mom, with her big purse sits across in dread.
the two girls needed their tonsils removed
I tease Pat and Trudy, both are quite scared.
Telling them, a friend had his tonsils out,
said it was bad, he was sore forever.
It is getting close to our time waiting.
The doctor calls out my name. Why call me?
They just want to make sure your all right.
But Mom, I'm not getting my tonsils out.
They are, their the ones with bad sore throats.
Not me, I'm O.K., nothing wrong with me.
That's all right dear, you let them check you out.
But, I don't have a sore throat, I'm O.K.!
Just go in the room and let them check you.
I was admitted in the hospital
that afternoon with rheumatic fever.
To the best of my knowledge, I had spent
twenty -one weeks trying to get better.
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