CROWN THE KING
Kendrick, king of kinetic kinesis,
Kaleidoscopic knowledge knits keenest.
Kindled by Compton's kinetic flame,
Keen verses vie for victory, acclaim.4
Knightly in kendo of kindred beats,
Keeps a killing calmness under knit sheets.
Kicks, knuckles, knockouts off his notes,
His knavish knacks, knight-errant floats.8
King of the craft, crowned in creative conquest,
Kendrick the keystone, like Kinta Kunte's quest.
The keeper of keys to kingdoms is K.Dot,
Kindhearted kinfolk, Kenny is kinetically hot.¹²
Kendrick's alter ego kits Kung-Fu Kenny,
Kdot's "6:16 in LA" & "Not Like Us" impressed many.
Kendrick's career-spanning series of the same name
Keeps Kung-Fu Kenny kitted-up in the rap game.¹6
Kaleidoscope king, keep kindling the art.
Crown King Kendrick, he who's carved apart.¹8
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration
Copyright ©?11th May, 2024.
You know you have a small apartment
When Kellogg's Coco Pops echo
Maybe our world is another planet's hell
Sure wouldn't surprise me to know
Why do psychics have to ask you your name
Going to live forever... so far so good
I adore you more than beans and rice
If I could love you more I would
They say, hard work pays off in the future
I say, laziness pays off now
Some sage advice, never ever stand close
To the back end of a cow
All those who believe in psycho kinesis
Will you please raise my hand
People usually wind up in a prone position
While involved in a one night stand
What happens if you get scared to death twice
What do sheep count to help them sleep
Ever wonder why all blackboards are green
Do birds shake wings when they greet
A palette of the mind,
Crayola colors now entwine
and symmetry thus unwinds
life is never color-blind.
Dreaming seas of abstract bliss,
waves of chromatic kinesis;
I would be, oh so remiss,
if inspiration, I dismissed.
As I awaken and grab a brush,
muse I never dare to hush,
to paint and easel, I do rush;
and allow her joys to gush.
Such elation she bestows,
as pigmentation begins to flow,
as if she’s dining on gateau,
dream-images emboldened glow.
leaves rain above a deep kiss
cosmic ambience kinesis
striking autumn passion bath
on dust gravel, shadow path
tapping sounds; unwilling pause
8/11/2021
Exist in heaven, or the spirit realm,
Which is a level of existence
Higher than the physical universe. ...
God created the angels through Jesus,
“The firstborn of all creation.”.
Are they real, how do you feel???
O’ Lo yon -spiritual being,
Whose ever so real Seraphim.
One of the many arch angels as well as Cherubim.
O’ Lo yonder, Thrones.
Dominions or Lordships.
Virtues and or Strongholds.
Mystical creature
Gatherings Powers or Authorities.
Principalities or Rulers.
All those for mentions spawn Archangels.
Dance and dream wit me yon twilight skies
In deeming spirituality feminine energy
My childhood and beauty shapes
Fixing broken withered plants
Cousins unto the angels photo kinesis project and control nature and light
Changelings
Little, little people Brownies, Pixies, Leprechauns
Dwarves, Elves, Kobolds
Nature Fairies
O’ Lo yonder, Thrones.
Dominions or Lordships.
Virtues and or Strongholds.
These are just some more of those…
Mystical creature
11/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
(2 Peter 2:11)
Written for class November 19, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
I win your heart, your kickass ticking time bomb
I played it fair, no clubs, but love in spades
Feel I'll explode, but outwardly I seem calm
You, diamond queen, with me, jack of all trades
I sail your waves, the surf of your high rash crest
Your cyclone penetrates my frail defense
You siren you, I rest my case on your chest
I, one-eyed, Cyclops, dismiss all pretense
My single eye strokes your hunger in wild bliss
My mouth just stammers syllables of lust
You, answer me, kiss me, move me, kinesis
Gesticulate, manipulate my trust
The fickle feeble mind seeking oblivion
In milliseconds it will come undone
***
April 28, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Claire is 21 years of age, a boccia player,
Who was diagnosed with dystonia at 16,
Says “[dystonia] causes muscle contracture
and shortening…abnormal hands,” clean.
“There is no known cause for it…unlucky.
In the…years [just] before my diagnosis
I found it very hard ‘cos I didn’t, [positivity],
have a name to put to it, [my kinesis],
or know what it was but [after diagnosis]
it was a relief that I wasn’t going mad…
I got closure on what it was, [aegis],
and so I was able to adapt” lots, or a tad.
Claire went to Larne Grammar School,
Because she comes from N. Ireland,
And so goes to Ulster University cool,
To the sports institute (SINI), a garland.
She likes music and keeps tortoises,
Along with some other scaled reptiles,
And she won gold for her purposes,
At the 2015 Euros - done the miles.
Always on a razor’s edge
In the loony cage
Now opening this window
Now closing that
Now busy at this arrow
Now tackling the aching marrow
For the sweet bones moves the cat
The wolf seeks to shift
From old veins to a fresh rainbow
Comes up the superintendent
(As the psychoanalyst says)
The disguise is recognizable
The fruit of social venoms is terrible
Dusk or dawn
The train therefore pulls on
With the chores floors sores roars galore
Profound rubbish
Calling for the female cannabis
Kisses without kinesis
Daily travesty of compulsive synthesis
No beak and obviously no peaks
Same old debris and I can take it no more
It’s bloody hell
Better to regress to the cat
In an empty flat
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May 31, 2016
For Desperate Housewife – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
In legend a man named Darth Vadar*,
Served evil, a perverse crusader,
I don't say this with pride,
But the day that he died,
His death cut by half mankind's nadir.
Brian Johnston
June 29,2014
*Darth Vadar is an arch-villian of an American movie Epic called 'Star Wars.' Not
really the Anti-Christ Himself, Darth Vadar is seduced by the 'force.' The mastery
of this art, which is related to telepathy and psycho-kinesis, gives a ordinary man
great power over others and even physical objects. Darth Vadar's own son is the
one who finally saves him from himself and the evil emperor.
Sometimes I feel like a duck out of water,
The greener grass is the water when I fly
And the water when I am natant.
My feathers equally ambivalent
My brain benevolently beset
The curious quandary belied by the placidity of this
Mirror in which I repose and reflect.
Mywondrous will so disposed to inertia
That I am quite averse to aviation
But the mere kinesis of flight
Prods my psyche to that profound euphoria.
And then looms that not-so-ugly duckling
To whom I am devilishly drawn.
What manner of urgency beckons me?
What end do I seek?
Why is this predisposition so prevalent?
Who is that pricks my pique and piques my prick?
When will I no longer feel such, such, such ... love?
And where is that Nirvana?
I feel like the centipede that forgot how to run.
Is there no outcome to this conundrum?
No resolution to this pregnant poser?
Too many options spoil my perspective
And I cannot compute the consequences.
To seek is not to have lost.
To seek is the eternal evidence of Life
As life is evidence of the eternal.
The Baywatcher
Her hair trembles
In the breeze, carried away
My friend, she sits there every
day
Through the window, ocean bay
Black hair in a ponytail
In her small hands a turquoise
sail
So blue is the sky
It is joyful energy
Just as waves move
In kinesis. Sand bitten, seas
steal
A luscious sandwich meal!
Thoughts chewed along the
edges
Just as she bites her lips
While sitting by the window sill
Does she see her father, still
Swimming in the sea?
Like he told her once before
In water, man is truly free
She's not a swimmer, my friend
So don't close the window
She likes to sit by there
And watch the ocean style
The beach; in sine
Till her damaged thoughts align
And she can turn around, and
smile
And be my friend once more
For tonight's a stormy night
She'll close her eyes
When others fall asleep
That's when she cries
And I'll lead her, hand in hand
To the window sill
Sit by her and watch the seas
Until the tears don't spill
Desperate to lose herself
She'll bask in the waves
Let the water wash the pain
I know I'll never stave
Her hair trembles
In the breeze, carried away
My friend, she sits there every
day
Through the window, ocean bay
Black hair in a ponytail
In her small hands a turquoise
sail
So blue is the sky
It is joyful energy
Just as waves move
In kinesis. Sand bitten, seas
steal
A luscious sandwich meal!
Thoughts chewed along the
edges
Just as she bites her lips
While sitting by the window sill
Does she see her father, still
Swimming in the sea?
Like he told her once before
In water, man is truly free
She's not a swimmer, my friend
So don't close the window
She likes to sit by there
And watch the ocean style
The beach; in sine
Till her damaged thoughts align
And she can turn around, and
smile
And be my friend once more
For tonight's a stormy night
She'll close her eyes
When others fall asleep
That's when she cries
And I'll lead her, hand in hand
To the window sill
Sit by her and watch the seas
Until the tears don't spill
Desperate to lose herself
She'll watch the waves
Let the water wash the pain
I know I'll never stave
A Premier wail
commemorating rebellion
and the wild eurythmics
of survival.
First born kinesis
dousing my aura
with dissonant breath
in defiance of change...
Bare insecurity
squalls split continuum
compelling balance
to abide my presence
and calling
the devotees of Pathos
to arms
to defend my place,
protect my ascension into life,
descension into chaos.
One breath
to sequence a lifetime,
inaugurating the universe
to contain
the lawless pandemonium
of my existence.