Once upon a happenstance,
she fell into a swift trance.
This view felt ordinary,
that was what made it scary.
Every flower was in bloom,
still you should never assume.
Spots of energy raging,
can you feel what it’s staging?
With that sweet breath of magic,
nothing here could be tragic.
Timeless beauty’s engaging,
the Fey have be-spelled aging.
A wand touching a mushroom,
you hear its rhythm go vroom.
There is a weight to carry
to take in this scenery.
A victim of circumstance,
once upon a happenstance.
When a poem you write is like a toy car,
it’s all wound up (vroom vroom) to take the reader far.
If it’s much too short, give the poem gas.
More words are the fuel you’ll need to amass.
If it’s way too long, your poem might sputter.
Add it then to your other toy car clutter.
When your poem, like a car, runs smoothly – assume
it will take folks for a ride with a zipitty zoom zoom.
vroom…vroom
Toot-toot
near miss
stay tuned
I say
highways are not
not hard
takes a Bard
to park this poem
vroom…vroom
make room
I’m here to stay
not ruin
someone else’s poem
near miss
stay tuned
takes a Bard
to take a part
in this traffic
easy go
when it’s light
but when it’s heavy
write…right…write…left
crossing lines
make sure they’re not double
seeing reality
toot-toot
vroom-vroom
have to cross the line
so I don’t hit
the accident
don’t do a bang up job
back at it
write right
write left
beep beep
back home
lay back
pop up
watch show
Yellow, happy dreams gone up in argon
Dancing dreams in laced clouds rained down to earth
White lights which give darkness a come-on
Youth's dreams, high-minded dreams what were they worth
Sometimes sleep comes upon an aging body
Resting in afternoon's sun-filled room
Wrinkles exposed don't match the clothes shoddy
Just for a rose-colored visit he said then vroom
If only he could have lived up to those dreams
If only he hadn't drunk the first drop
His life could have been filled with rainbow streams
My sun-filled room wouldn't be his last stop
Crayon box dreams can become reality
He passed while I made our afternoon tea
Nothing but roadblocks railroading my train of thought
A way to move forward has to be on the precipus
My vehicle halted on the road not traveled
Hazard lights illuminate the darkness that surrounds my engine
Unfortunate repairs as I leak black tears
Busted, Mangled, & Torn Apart
I sit parked in the space of my own doing
Longing for the drive that used to spark my...
Plugged into the reflection of what could have been
The change in temperature, heated up my seat of complacency
Once again I am ignited and fueled by doubt
Vroom Vroom....the sound of the beast revived
Vroom Vroom....the growl as it awakes from its slumber
Vroom....the anger is engulfed in bellows
Again! the drive is restored
No longer a swerve but a straight shot
Zooming to the highway of rejuvenation
Boom, Boom, Kaboom
My heart goes
When I see you
Vroom, Vroom, Zoom
My heart goes
When I leave you
Put up or shut up time
Has crept up upon thee,
And it's your time to shine.
On your mark, get set, go!
Everything's on the line
Put up or shut up time;
Mouth off no excuses,
You must fully commit.
Do you have what it takes?
How bad do you want it?
Put up or shut up time.
Vroom, rev up your engine;
Off to the races, friend.
Show em' what you're made of;
See it through to the end.
Put up or shut up time.
You go big or go home.
You're through talking the talk.
It's the moment of truth,
You must now walk the walk!
LOVE'S LONG VOYAGE
Zoom! Zoom! Heartbeats echo & flicks like light,
Journeying from early Lagos to Port Harcourt late,
Sacrificing caution, adventure takes the wheel
To be with you, the one my heart reveal4
Vroom! Vroom! The engine purrs, a gentle hum
As I traverse the distance, our love has become
A journey of devotion, a path I gladly roam
To reach your arms, my haven, my heart's home8
Whoosh! Whoosh! Wind whispers secrets in my ear,
Whispers of the miles I've travelled, the love we hold dear
Through cities & towns, the wheels roll into the night
To reach you, shining bright like a luminous light.¹²
Ping! Ping! My heart beats fast, a love-struck refrain
As I cross the rivers, the bridges, the plains
To reach your embrace, my soul's sweet pain
In Port Harcourt's arms, emotions go insane.¹6
And when I return, from East to West
The same distance, same love, I'll find my rest,
Surviving Benin barricades, I crossed the state.
In Lagos' arms, our love will forever nest²°
Although East to West, home is best,
Our sacrifice of love surely knows no rest.²²
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?5th August 2024.
I used to get all the cleaning done when my husband was at work
Then when he came home he could relax without a lot of extra noise
a good thing too, because his nine TV sets make enough racket
now I am the one who comes home from work, and he starts cleaning
It is obvious no cleaning has been done until the second I get home
Fresh off a fortyminute drive, I desperately need peace and quiet.
Mostly quiet.
But here comes Mr. Clean with his vacuum cleaner and his dishwasher.
Vroom Vroom Rackety Rack Rackety Rack
He was home all day long
Nine and a half of these hours I was gone.
He could not have cleaned then?
Vroom
Vroom
Rackey
Rack
It is infuriating
Vroom-vroom with my special child
Zooming high in his plane-car
Hep-hurray! He’s the pilot…
Bless our flight*, Lord. Vroom!*Deuteronomy 32:30 How should one chase a thousand, and two put ten thousand to flight, except their Rock had sold them, and the LORD had shut them up?
April 5, 2024
1st place, "Vo dee oh doe" Dodoitsu Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 5/28/2024
the roaring sound rejuvenates my heart
wind whips,
bells tinkle,
flag flaps
thought i
needed to change
into shorts
but my
just bare feet,
thin sweater blue jeans
perfect
for this early Spring blustering
lilliputian tweets and vroom beats
such temperate tempest jubilation
lifts my spirits
if
the sea were involved
with
its swanky salt I’m seconds away
from
the pearly gates
Black Cloud
The sky frames this backdrop
Footsteps - always moving - but never in the right direction
Bang Bang
What is that?!
Stay Away!
Can't you see?!
Vroom Vroom
The diesel engines cries and chuck, chuck and spat and spat on the footway nearby
Pop Pop
Children laughing and skipping - Imagination so vivid and so tangible. You could almost kiss it.
Kick Kick
Just let me in
I am not angry anymore. I promise.
Dump Dump
Bin bags - oh the bin bags - how high they do rise
Umbrella - It's raining - tears down your face
Makeup is now ruined and it is spoiling the line of your brand new jacket
Vroom vroom! The car stops to a halt.
Ooh! Dad’s home carrying him varieties of groceries.
Broom Broom! I sweep my room,
Collecting trash using a dustpan. Alas! The place is clean.
Vroom! The driver sped,
Crash! The boy was run over. Blood gutted out of his throat as he bled to death, helpless, while the heartless hooligan sped off to a neck breaking speed. All that remains is the indelible mark, now a blackspot as well as a death spot.
Vroom vroom! The mechanic tries the engine,
So old it is after it is drained its oil, after the previous race.
Tick tok as the team tries to reinstate it back to its performance so as to win the piston cup that he so craves it like the next breath.
Vroom vroom! The motorcycle halts.
The cyclist drops off a passenger at the crucial destination.
The latter, who is also a taxpayer, makes her way into the compound regarded a religious ground.
After six days of toiling the Sabbath is sure the best day for her to give thanks to god after a tough week.
Nobby the Narwhal,
Lived in the sea,
He had the longest there ever could be.
Nobby's school was really quite small,
He had to take all of his lessons sat alone in the hall.
After school he would swim slowly home,
And spend each evening all alone in his room.
Every day he felt sadder than sad,
But his friends were the best and they told him things were not so bad.
The Head Teacher Mrs Dolphin who wore the nicest perfume,
Moved the school all around to make a perfect school room.
Nobby had his desk pushed to one side,
The classroom was made so that it was extra wide.
Nobby had to go into the classroom first,
But sitting alone in the hall had been much worse.
He sat with his tusk all along one side of the room,
He was so happy the days went by so fast like a racing car with a very loud vroom.
Nobby was good at numbers, spelling and reading, he loved looking at books,
He read ever one he could find and would reead it right to the end no matter how long it took.
Now Nobby is older he tells the younger children to do her best each day,
And that if they are sad just keep on trying there is always a way.
Rev up, rev up
engine roaring racing such
never boring lighting fast
birthday blast cars vroom-vroom
Carlin's runs on females hearts
3/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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