I entered life tabula rasa,
a spiritual being, a blank slate,
my life unpainted on a piece of masa
with no ego to sate.
But my ego grew before I knew
how spirit bends when shadows speak;
it found the doubts I clung to, too,
weakening me, unable to spiritually seek.
It shrouded the signals the spirit sends
the mercies placed at every hand~
the rainbow the sunshine bends,
the blue-violet dusk that glorifies the land.
And here’s the truth I long denied:
a tainted picture ego did draw,
and I’m the one who lets its shadow dwell inside
until at my self-esteem it did gnaw.
So now I walk the inner way~
crucifying the ego’s strength and claim.
For God’s guidance I doth pray,
vowing, “Ego, thy shall no longer my spirit defame!”
Although ego’s voice still tries to rise,
I greet it with a pilgrim’s grace
knowing it’s my worst enemy who wears many a disguise.
Now I’m a braver, enlightened soul finding its place.
I've never been one to stay in one place too long
I'm a vagabond traveler, singing a gypsy song
A pirate sailing the seas, with the wind at my back
A lone wolf, never vowing to belong to a pack
I've plodded my way across many foreign lands
I'm a camel in the desert, never following plans
When in need of an oasis to quench my thirst
I fill a hump or two, then eat dates until I burst
I've faced storms that tried to extinguish my flame
Live my life to its fullest and not taking the blame
Never felt ashamed of Elton's songs that I sing
I'll be off again, long before the monsoon sets in
It’s midnight here at the oasis
It's time I put myself to bed.
mentor me to make allowances
give me the fortitude to forgive
anoint me with a godly leniency
In this life I now live
give me the ability to forgive
the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
have my brokenness resolved
make me more tolerant
operating with a Jesus attitude
teach me to be more compassionate
more redeeming and less rude
give me the ability to forgive
the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
have my brokenness resolved
I now stand before you God
In complete humility
with a penitent heart
vowing to do my part
In total honesty
to let go of anger
to no longer act with emotional rage
rebuking demonic traits
for in your wisdom I now wage
now able to absolve to resolve
all the brokenness in my life
between me, my family
and my Lord Christ
Lord give me the ability to forgive
and the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
for all my brokenness has been resolved
Lone left Earth: "would you deny
A fancied one
That look of admiration
Deserving of?"
Again; more perplexed than sad:
"No more please you?
Who, vowing it, has stayed true
Beauty for love".
Please, I beg, with this teared rain
Through swirled gusts quit.
Believe, here what's glassed, smile-lit
None can remove.
Once contented with simple things;
cupcakes, puppies, a gentle friend.
Before too long, they flee...
Pursuing independence and tin-can peace.
Vowing never to be like their parents
but they are.
Accumulating babies-disappointment-many meaningless things.
Peace always fleeter than the pursuers.
Some return home, bloodied, bruised
confused and disillusioned.
The cupcakes-puppies-that gentle friend
are gone.
A lone knight slowly trudges across the snow-covered land
Shooting pain raced down his left arm, for nothing went as planned
Blood poured from a large gash on his leg that had expanded
Winning yet broken, he wished for a death that had felt grand
Approaching his stronghold, choking thick black smoke filled the air
Dancing across the Barbican were wild red orange flares
Realizing they marched not to war, but into a snare
Quickening his pace for there was not a moment to spare
Arriving to find nothing but death inside the fort’s walls
Wine colored land told of the violent fight for the fall
Fighting back tears, he wore each slain’s memory as a shawl
Vowing before God he will avenge the deaths of them all
Crashing loud noise informed the knight that he was not alone
Pushing aside the pain, he moved swiftly from stone to stone
Seeing his foe, drawing his sword, he soon would stand alone
Praying, he charged for the enemy’s woven fate was sewn
God whispered and I heard his voice calling to love him more
Promising to make time after completing all my chores
Intending to obey life pulling with violent roar
Losing slowly unaware of falling in this soul war
God whispered and I thought I heard his voice calling to me
Planning family work and life as time happens to flee
Vowing to fit God in when things slow down and I am free
Sliding away as for my soul God continues to plea
God whispered and I faintly felt like I had heard a sound
Racing faster and gaining less and less on life’s playground
Achieving hollow victories as starts another round
Feeling only broken and beaten and completely bound
God whispered and sadly I didn’t even notice at all
Working so hard to build life only to have missed it all
Crowding time with worldly things and goals had been the downfall
Crying from an empty soul finally to God I call
When sun was at its highest,
midst the burning heat of noon,
'neath the shady bough we kissed,
one heady day late June.
A pledge of love undying
you promised faithfully;
vowing that your heart,
you'd give to only me.
As we spoke of passion,
your hands and mine explored,
desire filled my soul,
the heat inside me soared.
We came as one together,
beneath a sky of blue.
Our hearts and souls connected,
my body joined to you.
Our love we did surrender,
on that heady day late June,
when sun was at its highest,
midst the burning heat of noon.
Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.
Proverbs 16: 18
she stood tall on the jagged edges of the cliff
face worried as she noticed the rough seas
whilst above high dark clouds rumbled
though the sun shone straight at her face
could it enlighten her about what had happened
thoughts came and went, as she remembered
the letter he had sent her and wondered
was she deceived by her soldier and sister
he insulted her refusing to marry him
and she insulted him back vowing
she would never marry him come what may
still thoughts rumbled inside her mind
was he really proud or was she prejudiced
the jagged edges of a knife pierced her soul
could there have been some half-truths in his insults
she still hated him but admired his handsome face
facts churned in her head and confused her even more
could she face those jagged edges of truths
she turned and walked down the rough cliff
her soul lacerated with truths and pride
Placed 1
Some have watched her rising
from an ocean of time.
Her sightings return at the pull
of each luna cycle.
No clamshell boats for her,
after she rises from the waves
she and the shoreline disappear
she's only to be seen driving a classic
Chevy convertible or riding
a gayly adorned donkey.
She is sister to desert nights,
and all the dance moves
of the free roaming winds.
You have seen her, you know her,
she is the one that comes to you at night
on moonlit slippers.
She's neither old nor young,
Venus is always for your best years.
When the moon begins to starve,
she returns to the sea
vowing everlasting love
to the constantly cresting waves
of your heart.
Two opposites, unknown of their fate,
Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late.
From one end of the country to the other end.
Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end.
Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met.
From hesitant texts and calls,
To glee when texts and calls are received
And later turned to elation.
Oh! It was just a click; that's how we connected.
Excitement and nervousness just rushed
When we met for the very first time, we just blushed.
There was no lack of delight.
It's hard to forget that sight.
Oh! It was just a click; we felt something ignite.
Later, it turned into hope and positivity
The foundation is built on trust and love, togetherness and unity.
We met, the folks met, and the process went on.
And finally, we tied the knot, vowing to never be apart.
In happiness or sorrow, in light or darkness,
In beautiful times or ugly times.
We vow to share each moment together,
And walk through all the odds and evens together.
Oh! It was just one click,
That we found each other for life's sweet and bitter journey.
The appearance of the same alluring dream
brings on adored visions of days already past;
and reliving them with delight, I can guard them
without fearing that what is precious is never lost!
I do realize that the stronger the feeling,
the deeper is the meaning of each yearning;
buried it under sand dunes where the bagger gets drunk:
all his sighs, all his tears never depart with the fading dusk!
Far off the desolate coastline, the angriest ocean stars to roar,
sailors unfurl sails, the western wind can diverge their planned route;
it's still daylight, and the young captain begins to show some fear:
how will he stay calm if the tides rise and he doesn't remain resolute?
Can the forces of Nature be fought with extreme courage and stealth
vowing, " The lowest is the fear, the higher is the chance to win. "
Those forces are stronger than anything that has challenged Man
on his long voyages: will anyone less intrepid battle with death?
We are two flames,
Colliding and clashing,
Eroding our names,
Each other, slashing.
Merging miraculously,
In some eternal timeline,
Vowing velvety love variously,
Flowing and floating as fine as wine.
My hand longs your hand,
Our hands meet and then
We turn into slipping sand,
A poem by a perpetual pen.
My hands are cold,
Struggling to keep hold,
Your hands are burning,
Holding and yearning.
My eyes, as silent as cold night,
Yours are loud and alight.
"What are we?" Asked thee,
"Pretty paradox, you and me"
Said I, ridiculously.
You, it's you, I admire thy worth,
Prettier than ethereal earth,
Beauty reaches its zenith
When men are in love,
Shinier than the stars above,
Alluring are the men in love,
Dreamier than a divine dove.
Appealing than ardent Adonis,
Men in love are a beguiling bliss.
Bewitching beauty that makes
Coy even the luminous lakes.
Swains, beauteous boon,
Ravishing than the beaver moon.
My desire is to savor the taste of your sweet lips
and wake the flame of passion asleep in your heart.
I'd brush the contours of your face with my fingertips
then paint your beauty from memory as a work of art.
If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon,
and a drink made of honey that I collected from bees.
To make you smile, a romantic tune I would croon,
and profess my love for you while down on my knees.
I would cradle you affectionately in my arms at night
and then languidly sigh while breathing in your scent.
I'd compare you to the wonders of celestial starlight.
With such burnished love, I would be placidly content.
I'd write sonnets for you to reveal what's in my soul,
capture the moon for you and leave it at your door.
I'd wrap it in stardust and tie it with ribbons of gold,
solemnly vowing my heart to be yours, forever more.
CELEBRATION
Celebrating 40 like a hottie, I victoriously venture valiantly in my New Era,
Vowing to vanquish every vexing challenge as I get older,
Yet younger, yielding to the years of yesterday.
With vigour & vitality in victory, I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY...
To yours truly, as I celebrate added year soulfully.
I valiantly vanquish the veil of doubt and fear,
Vowing to victoriously voyage through life's labyrinthine year.
With veritable vitality, I vigorously venture ahead,
Victoriously claiming glory after all done & said.
Though my age & appearance decide to fool me,
I say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me, yours truly!
VICK MANUEL POETRY
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FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 16th February 2025.
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