Best Maneuvered Poems

While walking amongst an angry crowd,
               trying to escape the turmoil surrounding me,
                  ...

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A GIFT

You've given me
a piece of your soul
inside a sunken brown envelope
written handle with care
as if I was born heavy-handed.

You've telescoped
my soul once more
in its caravan
on a mountain slope
stooped by a bulky backpack.

It's good you've frozen
that portion of my long journey
I could have missed the...

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The Painful Facts
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The...

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As a pilgrim* in this enigmatic world
granted freedom for wondrous exploration
I’ll journey along life’s varied avenues, or highways 
cognizant of rough roads, valleys, and even hills to trek
trusting my God, the perfect Guide toward streets of gold.

My soul I’ll yield with submission
for triumphant driving of...

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The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort...

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"Reality is something you rise above."

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Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief
wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief
diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief
yours me, he doth care and breathes sigh of relief.

Gratis the miracle of modern medicine wife
of Richard McGeehan, he offered succor
during serious bout when ye suffered strife
lovingly...

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A Day In An Ordinary Life

    By Edmund Siejka


Watching TV
More out of boredom
Than anything else
He allowed his imagination  
To drift
Back 
To when
He was a teenager 
Sitting in a darkened movie theater
Lost among the empty matinee seats 
Slouched 
Knees propped against the...

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"Noli Me Tangere"--Ode to Anne Boleyn

Beguiling and strong willed,
Thick hair and black eyes--
Average beauty at best--
Maneuvered Court, so skilled
(Though taunted by their lies)
The King you put to test.

Oh, dear Anne Boleyn!
You chose not your fate.
'Twas your father's sins:
Greed would not abate
His ambitious yens.

So, Queen you...

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Our Sid felt well-jaded 
his sweat, it cascaded 
he feared the end was well-nigh 
his head was a-pounding 
a hush ultra-sounding 
he all but stared death in the eye 

Steadily declining 
whinging and whining 
to the good wife, who had a short thread 
she saw...

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We meet on equal playing fields,

we strivers wielding pens,

with timid hopes, exposing thoughts 

to harsh or candid critique.

The selfsame words are ours to use

in manner of our choices.

They lay in helpless, inert piles 

until maneuvered by our pens.

Just as the paint and brush await

the artists...

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-Thinking of Iraq Ware Veterans on Veterans Day-

The day after the terrorists attacked our country, I joined the military and was deployed to Iraq. I fought in the desert far away from my sweet home defeating terrorists because it was the nation’s call that I...

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Adventures With James My Grandson 

by Joan Donnelly 1995

 He doesn't walk but runs to his subject on interest,
 and upon arrival, leaps into the air.
 With bended knees and flattened feet he lands like an athlete,
 and his welcoming, "Hi," cuddles my heart as...

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Dear January.

I don't deny that there are days of beauty;
days of temperate tones and warm blue skies.
I don't think I'm confused; so allow me a bit of muse.

Perhaps it's me and my shortsightedness,
but when I'm cold, I'm not at my very best.
There are those who...

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The Poets Duel


I consider myself the poet
Of historic love affairs
Not the Romeo and Juliette’s we all know
The ones mirrored in lesser history of lore
Like Heloise and Abelard
I was the king of this poetic style

Then came along the competition
He thought somehow he could outdo me
With his...

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