Best Common Man Poems

The traveler reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He'd come a million league.

Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His being was pure somnolence
And I heard his silent cry.

Hard roads had been his travel
The pains chiseled on his face
In lines...

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Will you leave this life
Without a murmur or a whimper
Be cast down to the depths below
In a hallowed tomb of timber

You did not exit stage left
To the sound of thunderous applause
Or the scream of heavy bombardment
Or some tearing tiger claws

To all the men who slipped...

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He wrote poems for the common man,
That everyone could understand. 
Gave us life in rhyming works of art.
Brought smiles that could lead to tears.
Made us face our hidden fears.
Touched our souls then led us to our heart.

He painted skies with blues and grays.
With images that...

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I clearly detect all that swirls this blue green world, 
and all that toss me about like a ship on the ocean.
I hold the wheel within my hand, my ships Captain.
Keeping fixed to a horizon, slow, and steady as I go,
fighting off the pounding swells,...

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This morning I listened

To the simpleton and the sapient man preach

Yet as they orated to

All we who came to listen and imbibe

I was lost

There was no distinguishing 

One voice from the other.

Later as I pondered 

All that which was spoken

Spewed aimlessly upon us 

I knew...

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Don't tell me I won't like it...it's not for you to decide.
Don't tell me how to raise my children...we're doin' just fine.
Don't tell me not to worry about the economy.... you're not livin' back with mom.
Don't tell me not to agonize over the Gulf spill...well,...

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It's 3 P.M, Sitting, staring at the reruns of Jeopardy and Seinfield 
a microwave steak and some potatoes 
sit gingerly on the tray, crunchy and frozen....

It's 5 P.M., a bottle of room temperature beer
cuddles itself around my hands
some potato chips spread across my lap.....
the television...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLMVB0B1_Ts
Aaron Copeland's "Fanfare for the Common Man"

Drums play
  ears listen
Visions display
  eyes glisten.
The quiet burns
  as freedom yearns.
Trumpeters announce
  man's every ounce.
Distant thunder sounds
   love should abound.
Embrace the words, the message
  of life's echo, its solitary vestige.
Here we...

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Begin
Thus spoke the Premier in a solemn voice
Announced the implementation of a new plan
There are too many scams, I had no choice
It is to benefit the common man

At the stroke of midnight when the corrupt sleep
Their misdeeds in the past sixty-year span
Will be exposed when...

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zealotry yawping within un
   pretentious sporty, quirky, 
   oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy, 
   edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs

to disseminate, a quick  
  literary flourishing brushstroke 
   no on nest to dog lie 'n, tie...

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REVISED
When I was young I ignored age
and never thought of passing time
or viewed the products of its rage
upon this changing face of mine.

At that age blessed through life to go,
to walk high peaks close to the sun,
and think the clock was moving slow
above where the...

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He may not be famous or rich, no not he
Born into oppression, struggled to be free
Toiled in the fields, and factories too
With his back bent in hard labor, all day through.

Though but a footnote in his generation
Only one person, he helped build a nation
A woman...

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Like any common man I grope
And struggle to survive and be
Bold with Dignity and Hope
For life is hard and not so easy.

But this I say has made me braver
My hardships laid the lessons learned
Gave Wisdom, insight, character
My joy complete,  sincerely earned.
















Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March...

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WAR OF THE COMMON MAN

I live in the Land of America
where no politician stays honest.
Everything they promise us becomes a lie
to keep our salaries uncertain and modest.

The government taxes more than we can afford.
Politicians claim there's no choice.
They're taking away all our freedoms.
The poor have...

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Every Day,
My Father got up early
And sat there, in the dark, like a mushroom,
And thought, and thought, and thought…
And... grieved...

He would not be the hero that he'd hoped,
An ordinary fellow with flat feet...

What DID he think? enveloped in the pre-dawn hush?

Perhaps he thought up all...

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