THE LION WHO RUNS FROM A LION
Born of a Lion
But raised among sheep.
Stronger than iron
But shiver like leaves in upsweep.
Boldness is one of your identities
But at the sight of your clan,
you flee in company of groupies
And scatter before God and Man.
Instead of taking your territories
As it is written from the Genesis,
You succumb to your enemies
just at the sight of their emissaries,
Not knowing the old saying of wise words:
"He who runs because he has seen the Lions
can never run faster than he who runs
because the Lions has seen him" in the woods.
Since the son of a Lion is a (lion) cub,
Then the son of God is a god.
That's the veracity you have to absorb.
Accommodate this truth in your taste bud.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© December2022.
Categories:
upsweep, 1st grade, analogy, extended
Form: Rhyme
When autumn drifts, the winds blow calm and deep
Trees purplish- red flicker while moonbeams peep--
A November twirling its grace , an upsweep
Of leaves aloft outlined by rich meadow ’s heap…
That silhouettes of evening gently creep
Across vibrant horizon, colors sweep
Like jewels from mother earth, her blest reap!
I gaze in wonder at flowers asleep
Dainty they are on a knoll, my eyes weep
For bright cycle’s farewell now on a leap—
As harsh mist of winter begins to seep.
Monorhyme Contest of Shadow Hamilton
5/26/2018
Categories:
upsweep, autumn,
Form: Monorhyme
The pix so scattered, young and old
some of fond memos, long ago
ageless encounters, some so-so,
the wall seems cluttered ~ overload!
Pix can come down ~ be changed, we grow
and those forgotten, in books fold
are somehow keepsakes ~ to enfold,
as mind's grow weary ~ nail's still hold!
But then, in truth, the space still shows
of missed concerns, life can't control
no mention of words left unsaid
or spoken harshly ~ lost ~ love's fled!
The solace in my mind retreat
an empty yearning not complete
the total outcast of defeat
in cruelties bounty ~ numbed repeat!
Where are the moments we can't meet
in truce, not agitation's ford
will someday sit and stare ~ impede
the joyful interlude's accord!
Forget the wall, to my own feet
must make an effort to be bold,
that friend, or loved one, years not seen
will once more cherish ~ time not scold!
My living wall, I know will keep
it is my mind ~ needs the upsweep!
Categories:
upsweep, father daughter, friend, grandchild,
Form: Monorhyme
Dark mocha pools welling with liveliness
pulsating pink skin beckons flesh, i crave the forms from which all words commense
heavy rain sluicing down beading upon the macadam sagaciously i dance unshod
the words I haven't said to him yet
my incorrigible heart an inept journal pening lavishly about he, loathe am I to share entry
imploringly iterate a solidarity, his spirit taking me in an unyielding upsweep
duodecennial such an entreat, we converse without words knowing they only
lead my head down to the pillow where drowse I attain a dubitable dream
which will drone dulcet one sweet day
upon our common doorstep.
Categories:
upsweep, lovewords,
Form: Free verse