THE UNCOMMON MAN
To every man who’s ever been looked in the eye and told he’s too much:
You who left the fold before they folded it off you
You who came out inventing your own how-to-scale-a-wall with on consonants
Let them call you different
Let them bait the minnows of your heart
Show them your heart is a school of fish, a solar system of all moons
When asked, say, “My heart is always causing the mating season.”
When they call you full of yourself, say, “Yes, I do breathe better air.”
Breathe in their scorn and breathe out Eldorado.
Let them come with their glassy, cutting smiles
Let them come with their saw-blade hands
Let them choose easier guys
You’re not easy.
You don’t display your sexual prowess in cubicles filled with self-deduced, open-minded criminals jeering you on
You’re not easy because you’re not like some who date below the line, simply because Madonna and Julia Roberts paved the way for them.
When he tells you he is tossing your broken root out his open window and holds up to the glass a more common man, Surrender.
Gracefully surrender the pretend olive branch of his intimacy while you’ve always stood in shoes too small for you
When he says he is easier to handle, live with, attach to, fuck, I want you to remember your neck
The way it ascends space – and always has – above the rest
You were brought here for so much more than walking two-by-two up a ship plank.
Anyone common enough to go coward at the depth of his love for you wasn’t meant to walk beside you
Love should not have us stoop to fit a portrait.
Love should have us elevate our infinity
So, Uncommon man, don’t settle for less.
Instead, stride towards the ever shedding horizon
Take his example of renewal.
Wear your grief like a party dress!
Remember, the sun’s only lover is not the Earth.
She’s got moons on every planet.
So, go live in the liquid bowl of gold you were handed for a skin
Uncommon man, let the easier man pick up the socks
Embrace your splendid singularity
And look to the rest of us Uncommon men, standing in the centres, holding up the reins.
Written by Vhar
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45 Comments
kendigin
April 17, 04:27This is the key of the kingdom
In that kingdom there is a city
In that city there is a town………..
Vhar.
April 17, 07:46… In that Town there is a Street
In that Street, there is a lane.
On that lane there is a house….
Khristopher B!
April 17, 08:54In that house there are people, amongst the people there are men, holding his head high within the men is the uncommon man.
Vhar.
April 17, 14:44Lobatan.
Pete
April 17, 04:29Vhar, this is nice
Vhar.
April 17, 07:29Thank you Pete.
Mandy
April 17, 04:48*reading and re-reading those lines* Kai! It is not properly morning yet and Vhar is already eclipsing the nonexistent sun with shade. Shade so skillfully delivered. LOL!
Vhar.
April 17, 07:08Plx Plx and Plx, what are you talking about this fine morning?
Don’t come and put me in unnecessary trouble you hear Mandy??
Gad
April 17, 05:28Kd,s poet doing what he knows how to do best. Well done,Vhar
Gad
April 17, 05:31The concept of the uncommon man. Food for thought?
#TeamKizito
April 17, 05:42I am an Uncommon Man.
‘Tis, why I love Vhar.
Vhar Vhar Voom!
Vhar.
April 17, 07:26Luurh ya too #TeamK.
Thank you.
Chris
April 17, 05:44Fantasy…. fantasy, nice poem though.
Vhar.
April 17, 07:10Thank You Chris..
Masked Man
April 17, 06:12Well done Vhar. I love the way you used personification. But is this a poem or a litany of praises?
Vhar.
April 17, 07:43Thank you MaskedMan.
Yeah, a lirru litany.
Just a lirru.
Mitch
April 17, 06:30The uncommon man! That statement has hounded me since birth. My parents, my teachers, my friends, my acquaintances, my classmates, in short, almost everybody I know tells me this. However, I don’t see myself as uncommon. Different, yes but uncommon, I have no idea. I bask in my difference.
Vhar.
April 17, 14:45Yep. bask in it always.
pinkpanthertb
April 17, 06:39Be careful, Max. Not everyone believes they’re uncommon. You know, those who don’t think they’re fabulous. *sipping the delicately*
Teflondon
April 17, 06:58Pinky I think this is a nicely written piece.. But that doesn’t still make me fabulous.. Heck! I don’t even want to be fabulous..
pinkpanthertb
April 17, 07:00Hey, to every man his sense of (un)fabulousity.
Chris
April 17, 07:55Fabulous ko….fabricate ni…lol
Max
April 17, 08:43Oh honey, we’re well aware of your lack of fabulousity, so don’t sweat it.
@Tef
pinkpanthertb
April 17, 11:17Hahahahaa. That we are.
Teflondon
April 17, 07:00That man in the pic up there tho*
Just here thinking of all kinds of things he could do to me…
**basking in my uncommonness**
Vhar.
April 17, 07:15Bask in it Teffy.
BASK IN IT…
pinkpanthertb
April 17, 07:30Hehehehee. Vhar-Vhar-Voom, do you know that diaris God in everything we’re doing?
Vhar.
April 17, 07:40Uncle Panther, you want make I “JUMIA” my Classic look to your door step abi?
#GiiYourselfPrestigeFastFast
*in my Mercy Johnson Voice*
Alice In KDland
April 17, 07:44“My heart is always causing the mating season”
Nice piece 🙂
Vhar.
April 17, 07:56Thank you Alice.
Andrevn
April 17, 08:10Simply speechless is the word…..”Let them bait the minnows of your heart.Show them your heart is a school of fish, a solar system of all moons.When asked, say, “My heart is always causing the mating season.” When they call you full of yourself, say, “Yes, I do breathe better air.”
You do not know how so much you’ve made my day…..”Wear your grief like a party dress! Remember, the sun’s only lover is not the Earth. She’s got moons on every planet. So, go live in the liquid bowl of gold you were handed for a skin Uncommon man, let the easier man pick up the socks. Embrace your splendid singularity”…so i’m gonna take this to heart and liquidate my grief.
Richly shaded i must say and Depthy.
Ticked all the boxes right with this one.
Vhar.
Vhar.
April 17, 14:41lol.
Thank You..
Absalom
April 17, 08:22Awww, Vhar.
s_sensei
April 17, 08:59Gosh, I feel dumb! Vhar, I would like us to discuss this poem line by line via email?
Vhar.
April 17, 10:11Sure. That’ll be nice.
s_sensei
April 17, 09:05This is absolutely amazing! *scrolling up to read it the fourth time*
sinnex
April 17, 09:10This is a very BEAUTIFUL piece…but you know what is more beautiful, the man in the picture. Whoever he is and wherever he is, I hope he knows that there is a lonely boy somewhere in the heart of Nigeria who wants him sleeping in his bed. I think I have found my one true love.
Vhar.
April 17, 14:40Thank you.
Peak
April 17, 09:31Copying and saving for my next heart break.
No time to check time, who needs ppl to delude me and tell me I’m special and uncommon when I can chant this and make it sound like a new age incantation.
Vharlicious-vhar done did it again!!!!!
Ori e is there bobo yi
Vhar.
April 17, 14:40Lol.
Thank you.
JustJames
April 17, 12:36I don’t get it.
Oluwadamilare Okoro
April 17, 14:11Well written piece.
I am an uncommon man… so I shall ask, Pinky do u by chance have the contacts of this guy in the picture above… I think I am in love because my D kips nodding at him 🙂
Vhar.
April 17, 14:42Hehehe..
Nice. let it keep nodding.
Natural
April 18, 03:09NICE piece indeed!
And really Im an uncommon man..well done vhar.
1st tym here…nice experience…happy to roll wt like enlightened minda.
Gad
April 18, 07:26Welcome