Memories a whole montage
Seems l am now drowing in
If l could get a grip take charge
But l don't know where to begin
Any oppertunites myself l sabatage
At times feel like a waste of skin
Once again the negitive guy at large
A battle with myself l can never win
Perhaps if l lost all the camourflage
And braved the world with a grin
As though keeping up this visage
It is now waring panifuly thin
Bits taken from extra verse from a state of mind written jan 2020...
Have we put so many conditions on our
interactions with others,
Even with our mothers,
To reach a point where no kind of caring,
will be unconditional,
And robots will be the only significant others,
That with our conditions have no bothers.
For those who were taught that the only type of caring,
If one wants to be sharing,
Instead of waring,
Everyday becomes harder to get others,
To understand our helpful offers,
Come without conditions,
Or expectations
Except unconditional acceptance,
Of an offer made out of a caring stance,
That encourages them to dance.
As long as there are those of us around,
Still above ground,
Who don't attach conditions on caring,
There will still be opportunities,
To experience the realities,
Of enjoying,
Sharing in an environment,
That puts no conditions on caring,
Because the alternative can ever only be
a lot more waring.
187.
Panaghoy kay PNoy
Katabi ko na sana
Ang tiyak na pag-asa
Subalit ako'y napariwara
Nang matukso ng mga kalaban
Na lumihis ng daan
At talikuran ang pinanggalingan
Kapalaran bumaluktot
Pangarap naudlot
Itinuring pang salot
Sa landas nagkandaligaw-ligaw
Nagkapundi-pundi ang tanglaw
Kinabukasan waring napupugnaw
Pati mga minamahal nadamay
Sa palubog na barko isinakay
Natibag ang mga suhay
Sa pagtakbo ng matulin, natinik ng malalim
Sa paglipad ng mataas, bituin ay nanimdim
Huwag sana tuluyang igupo sa lagim
Kung ako'y naging mahina, sana'y patawarin
Ang mabuhay nang wala kayo, hindi ko kakayanin
Nawa'y pakinggan po ang aking panalangin
Na ako'y ibalik sa tunay na pinagmulan
Ang kalyeng dilaw – matuwid na daan
At aking isinusumpang mamahalin kayo nang lubusan.
-07/31/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Twilight Poems Collection
IN AND OF CREATION’S RESPONSIBILITY
(A Tanka 3 For The 6 and 7 days Given You & Me)
God simply whispered,
“...Be light…”! And here we all are:
All engaged in war!
A world created in love:
Peacefully, worded from up above:-
Why can’t we not see,
A world given you and me,
For all to live free?
Satin’s only role for us;
The awareness of disgust:-
War, Satin’s disgust:
The self-destruction of us;
Waring dawn to dust:-
This evil must now cease;
Praising God in loving peace!
God simply whispered,
“...Be light…”! And here we all are:
All engaged in war:
A world created in love;
Peacefully from up above:-
Why can’t we not see,
A world given you and me,
to live in all free?
Satin’s only role for us,
Is awareness of disgust:-
War, Satin’s disgust:
The self-destruction of us;
Waring dawn to dust:-
This evil must now cease;
Praising God in loving peace!
1
Hearts cultivate love,
Minds tend to cultivate war;
War fruits are bitter:-
Let hearts cultivate sweetness,
Producing ripe fruits of peace:-
2
While you’re sitting there with mind and heart,
And thinking just what it is you need to do,
Let you mind freely enter into your heart,
And do what it is that it must now do
Yes, let it go right into your heart,
And get to evicting all that agonizing bull stuff,
Inviting God’s Son to be chief permanent resident;
Now just sit there in that new loving rhythmic heartbeat-
Know now, henceforth, and forevermore,
That where Jesus and His love reside
Satan’s debilitating waring hate can
Never, in that new heart, abide:-
God simply whispered,
“...be light…”! and here we all are:
all engaged in war:
A world created in love;
Peacefully from up above:-
Why can’t we not see,
A world given you and me,
to live in all free?
Satin’s only role for us,
Is awareness of disgust:-
War, Satin’s disgust:
The self-destruction of us;
Waring dawn to dust:-
This evil must now cease;
Praising God in loving peace!
Haunted eyes stare through me,
Searching, longing, lost at sea,
Soundless cries echo within,
A prisoner in her own skin.
Hidden traumas itch and gnaw,
While the circling buzzards caw,
hands wave from a waring mind,
As she leaves the world behind.
A glitched heart stained in pain,
Just three steps before insane,
Gritted sickness, snatch and grab,
A pretty present on a slab.
THE WORD vs THE WORLD
Wise words wield weapons versus woeful worldly woes.
Wondrous words wage war against woeful worlds
Wielding wisdom, wit, and worthy worth.
Words weave witty wisdom, warding-off worldly oath.4
While worldly woes wage war, woefully weak,
Words, wise & witty, win wars even in one week,
Wounding woeful worlds with wondrous might.
Wonder-working words wards off world's dark light.8
Words, the worthy weapon, wielded with great care
Will wage war against the woeful, wicked sphere.
Wise wonderful words work wonders here & there,
Waring with the woeful, wicked world's leer.¹²
Words, the worthy warriors, win the war
Waging peace & wearing wisdom with much flair.
Words, the wonderful wand, still work wonders here,
Winning worlds with wonder, beyond compare.¹6
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th May, 2024.
The pre-dawn rang
as cat choirs sang
in waring gangs
sharp and rank
before they sprang
with claw and fang.
Isn’t it an overweening piety
to think that diverse cat societies
would address conflicts more politely
observe more cultural propriety
and politic more peacefully and quietly
than our own species, which behaves violently
Are we not, in part, their masters?
Don’t we war for goals we’re after?
Aren’t some of our leaders practically gangsters?
Does any species author more disasters?
Humans are - frankly - alpha-predator bastards.
If the language of cats, we could unscramble,
and into their feral dialogs we could wrangle,
perhaps we’d see that they’re just following our example.
I Rise
I open the windows of my humble adobe
I breathe in the mountain air
I make a pot of coffee
Then read the News...
Recession, inflation
Homeless, addiction
Waste on our streets
Men and women on the mall
Lead in the air
Another one falls
Rifles galore
Rockets hit Kyiv
Russia waring
Men take aim, insanely proud
Little ones dying
Africa starving
Immigrants waiting
Refugees seeking
It makes me ill
I open the windows more
I breathe in the mountain air
I see deer in the meadow below
Incredibly numb are the hours of every nightmare within a nightmare within someone's awake reality. The fundamental Wonder and magnificence in it's beautiness the world, life and all in between such a conundrum wrapped in an enigma mystifying the curiosity of mortal suits like you and me. Naively joyous up into the moment of realization of the separation slowly occurring down to the molecular as the whole world goes on distracted and led a stray through out our untold numberdays the destination for one is certain the grave, the other is the unknown the great unknown. The duplicity jadedly Waring against inevitability.
Tonight I will write
no profound verse,
nothing negatively terse –
alternately worse,
I will only, in my reconsidering mind
and multi-chambered, often corrosive heart,
rehearse my better, positive part; where
I should and could mostly dwell, hearkening to
heaven's angels, as opposed to earth's usual
demons of Waring hell....
of a world on the brink,
the poison man's ill temperament
is too quickly to buy and drink –
Tonight, I will not think, of man's moral stink,
but focus on sweeter scents, those of springtime's
charming, whirling nectars; and a bright moon without a tinge
of hazy blue – I will plant new garden memories
for the now season of fresh cultivation, rotating my
gifted seeds as a respectful steward, not wanting to deplete
the soul of a fertile land on loan – pausing to listen
to the awakening, champagne fizz of gentile showers,
the aeration of my crops~
uncorking, nose tickling
delightful pops....
Slowly an eyelid opens droggy still trying to focus to see
If yesterday's hell is today's surprise. What agony the subconscious
Endures so that society can feel safe all while still Being able to judge.
The Emptyness within is the lie that conformity bakes the will of the rebellious.
The beating, blazing, blinding, enigma of fire and ice
Dictating each decision each choice forever waring like two starving strays
Fighting for survival.
To speak to those troubles, do they even care;
To walk out those battles of warring battles never won;
And I am beset, beside myself a relic;
Gather the bones, bury all the treasures and jewels;
RAGING BATTLES WARING MADLY-
Tis open seasons on the poor;
It's time to lock the doors;
Comfort for the spoils;
I no longer a mama's boy;
RAGING BATTLES WARING MADLY-
Sparks begin to fly;
Fishes do they cry;
Amidst the screams;
About those dreams;
RAGING BATTLES WARING MADLY-
To speak to those troubles, do they even care;
To walk out those battles of warring battles never won;
Yet raging battles waring madly~
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