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~
The war fronts
Fools,idiots and stupids
Waring
Worrying the learned
Patience is peace
Hurrying to worry
It’s like waring with the passing time
God is with the one in patience
Another name for God is Harry
Then Harry is with the one in no hurry
A Sunny Day
Very hot
Taking shower in sweat
Helpless souls
A loud noice
Like worriers stepping into a battle field
In some far
Somewhere beyond the eye sight
It rained sudden
A heavy down fall
Forcing to withdraw the Sunny rays
Over the heads from the wide Sky
Cooling hearts of all souls
Thanking for each drop of rain
Falling on their sweating bodies
All he and she souls!
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