When I so look back upon my past life,
How awful experience helps me being tough
To cope with strange vibes cum uneasy strife...
Just like an impossible dream so rough.
I look forward to making a promise;
So useless to reasoning as of moment-
Reminiscing can't help but tag Thomas:
Of bruises, scars and fright's concomitant
That appears funny enough to believe,
But do not have the chance to aid proofs' votes
Or most bluntly, dates imprints to retrieve...
When none of memories are handy in notes.
The distance of truth to lie is being you,
Yet as wide as living off interest's shows...
Because life looks dangerous to handle new,
Makes such distance as close as a repose.
A once-beloved language now graces no tongue
an adorable, furry species perishes overnight
A noble civilization sits forsaken 'midst her ruins…
All told, the pause for sorrow
no more than ~
the passing of a fragile hour
Unlike a Spurgeon, I by dull words unfold
The limits of my Sarah's love for me,
But I realize that the rot and stink and mold
Are all within my mind, beneath my See.
There is no other person who can love
For me. It is my duty and my joy.
It is the Truth that True Love is made of
It is the difference of man from a boy.
I am no counter of the counterfeits
That weigh love by the dram of sweet words said,
But rather, I am one who from above
Receives the gifts whereby he bakes his bread.
Into the practical and humble things
I'll pour my Constancy and give love wings.
unlike her peers
she doesn't bite
~ wee ladybug brings luck
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Somedays,
In the blue I am unhappy
Somedays the clouds are
Wrong
The mother-friend becomes
ugly
Somedays, I am a goose who would like
To be anything else
My friend says it best -
We are sapphires
Unlike me, her hair is made
Of rabbit pelt
I could love her but
Today, I'd rather not -
Somedays in the blue
I’d like to kill myself
I showed that it wasn't true.
A beautiful life full of sadness,
it's weird but I like it.
I suppose I should learn from
my mistakes and look frequently
at my facebook biography.
But I can't get it out of my head.
I don't understand how I can be happy now
and sad now. it's strange, Inside my heart,
I keep asking, "Why me? Why me always?"
Heartbreak caused by abandonment by another,
I always have the best of intentions when I plan,
but on the other side, they want to kill me.
unlike a common bride
she featured a turquoise veil
there were hydrangeas in her hair
her groom adored her even more now
THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY
Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate.
Just as the tale of "magno magnets",
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another.
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other,
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact.
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made,
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates.
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles,
attraction is established and so is unlike souls.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright©January,2023.
the sun bakes me
there is no shade in sight
time is going by very slowly
all i have in my name is me
the insects hunting in the grass and in the air are better off than me
there are no hiding places anymore
nevertheless i find a corner to myself in this overcrowded world
the rain awakes me
there is no shelter to remedy my plight
my inner feelings are very lowly
all i have in my name is me
the overpopulated squirrels and the stray cats roaming are better off than me
there are no friendly faces anymore
nevertheless i find a small crevice to myself where i can become dry and unfurled
Being smart is openly being foolish
We pretend but know magnanimity really ghoulish
What ere were warm, inviting open doors,
To this man maudlin and defeated kind,
Unsure, frightened, his dog-tail tucked behind,
He now finds shut, keys lost at far off shores.
Asked of voyage, on adverse winds he whines,
Given a choice from a pair of evils,
He chooses both— he who to doubt inclines,
One sure can’t go wrong with his choice of ills.
Here’s him— lion’s gait with vigour and vim,
He minds no doors getting shut on his face
And looks a sure shot like a tennis ace,
Belief in him bouncing like rising cream,
All odds-against ciphered, game on a deuce,
And a shot that turns all don’ts unto dos!
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Poet’s note: “To a pessimist, his opportunities look like difficulties.
To an optimist, the difficulties are like opportunities.”
I think it was Harry Truman who said this.
This Sonnet takes off from what he said.
Sonnets | 10.09.2012, revised April 2022 |
Miss you, yes I do
like a Sparrow or Robin without their nest
Burden troubled bound by their crest
you are ever so wonderfully blessed
Safe and protected, you're like it in the Father's arms, well-rested
Your God's beautiful anointed wonderful daughter
And dear one, you are beloved worthy and loved by the father
You are His heart
4/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Like petrol,
coming from a place of refining,
from crude to refined.
Like petrol,
propelling others, burning yourself,
using every energy to the last pint.
Like petrol,
when you are done burning yourself,
they refill, pick another petrol.
Unlike petrol,
never leaving the place of refining,
continuing steadfastly day by day.
Unlike petrol,
prioritising your growth first,
even as you stand up for others.
Unlike petrol,
refilling yourself by yourself,
staying filled, always relevant.
Today, writers do not drown in drink
~ Yet poets still fill the world with ink
Happy birthday, dear Emilie,
A phrase compares two unlike things;
The author's use of simile
Is good as what the sentence brings.
Topic: Birthday of Emilie F. Garcia (March 23)
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