Best Maneuvering Poems
You Are Not Invited
--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--
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Silently she swarms in like a leech,
Feeding and sucking from the wounds my pain left behind.
She came inside: "Uninvited!"
Here have a drink, and die!
Taste the water drips that sail across my lips
Plodding vigorously in the open air of her unwanted hostility
Forbidden as one, I noticed her aura a sickening light
Imprisonment that haunted smoke around her own imperfections
The hate and envy, she lives in resides airborne
The sound that she have summoned up hunger
Brought me near the edge of everything
Feel my pain, a touch of impurities
Tainted, infected, poisoned passion, her face disguised
Surrender toward serenity, the lighthearted woman I am inside
She will never take, my full eternal grace
It’s time to reveal that blazing fire I hide
Drown her from the false flown sorrows of gust
Hold her hideous head under water--- burn her false fire out
Never will I turn my back and watch her muster them broken lids
Lungful of lies poisons the wind that flows from her snake like voice
Maneuvering the skies, scheming that snatch in
Like a viper twisting its unmatched curves,
I strike, like a pyromaniac --A burning match
Allowing her to taste a part of the air I breathe
A waste in the breeze her insecurities
Trying to destroy what she can't be, what she can't see
At the end, blustery weather will remind her of the sea inside me,
YOU! The Angel, who crawls around like a shadow
Gorging its way into the heart with a charm of greed
Twisting reality hoping nobody sees its true sick identity
Slandering my name as the master of evil and manipulative
Marking my territory, warning others of a cold draft
Grasping the beauty that glows from my soul
There it stood on the ledge UNINVITED
The devil walked and took my shoes
:)
Categories:
maneuvering, abuse, bullying, deep, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than today.”
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Because I live, I am me, avid voice among the free,
Flexing freedom, defining contours of my dreams,
Ambling life’s prairies, rowing life’s eager streams,
Braving challenges, eying serene, hosting sublime,
Purposefully furthering life, with every tick of time.
Curious, conscious of the mortal world, I am aware,
Amplifying empathy, nurturing amiability, I care;
Not prone to seek hurdles, when faced I will dare
Maneuvering around the detours on life’s highway
So tomorrow would shine, upon my brumous day.
Witnessing travails faced, wishing for a fairer way,
Vying hope of rising dawn, exiting night of dismay,
Resembling urge of spring rooting in wintry decay,
Aspiring to a kinder world, short of goal, yet I wait,
To pluck fruits of morrow, negotiating course of fate.
April 12, 2023
Because I Live Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
maneuvering, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates,
It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge,
For a difference rather modest, makes the final call,
When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss.
If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride,
Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide;
When results are so close, why not cheer them all,
Cognizant to recognize~ distinction is awfully small.
Slender is the layer between eve’s dusk and twilight,
Between dark of dawn, and luminance of sunrise;
Between safe and danger, there lies a narrow divide,
Where, between cliff and fall, life’s border resides.
Mementos of love embraced, and love sadly repelled,
In albums of beloved, or memories forlorn dwell,
Clamoring from corridors of good or bad choices made,
Between narrow margins of hope, and contours of fate.
O, a narrow margin can be of mighty consequence
Inhabiting elation of success, or anguish of regrets,
When death lingers in the clutches of final moments
Stilled between breath inhaled, and breath exhaled.
Categories:
maneuvering, life, perspective,
Form:
Verse
I am the MILKY WAY.
I am Mechanically Meticulous,
Maneuvering my way through life with
Malleability,
not showing the true Masterpiece of my Mind
(complex like the Milky Way).
I am an Interworking of
1% Idiocracy,
10% Ineluctable,
15% Incisiveness,
5% Insufficient,
7.5% Insatiable,
2.5% Invisible,
10% Infantile,
and
50% Incomprehensible,
101% of Ian
(A puzzle).
I am a Lionheart Lilium
Lucidly blossoming into a
Lackadaisical dimension
in which I Long to Liberate
my ideas from the Lucifer-Likeness of
the universe that I Live in
(My ideas are being confined).
I am a Kinetic force to be reckoned with,
put on a Kollision Kourse from
Konception to Katastrophe
eradicating those in my way,
(I can’t be stopped)
I am Young,
Yearning for wisdom ahead of my Years,
Yet Yoked by the Youth-like longing
of my elders
(caged by the generations of adults wishing to be a child, keeping me child-like).
I am Weary,
Wainscoted with Worry,
by the World I once Welcomed With Wide arms,
Wondering When the Worries created by my past Will
Wither away
(distressed by my past).
I Am An Adventurous
Apollo 1,
Abstracted then Awakened by the
Annihilation of myself,
forced to Admit
Absolute failure,
but then Amazed by the gate of success
(I do Fail, but I must learn from failure).
I am Yawning
at the Earth’s attempt to impress me,
Yet I Yell eternally
at it’s ignorance to the
great wonder that I contain.
I am the MILKY WAY.
Categories:
maneuvering, space,
Form:
Alliteration
Rush down from the hills and mountains
Maneuvering around untold hurdles
Negotiating paths of least resistance
Adorn your banks with trees in blossoms
Be the source of food and water
Float the kayaks and row the rowboats
Being a reveler for recreation
And through it all you must remember:
Sometimes shallow, sometimes deep
Sometimes wide, sometimes narrow
No matter the terrain, a river will always
Reach for its goal to merge with its ocean
May 6, 2019
Categories:
maneuvering, inspirational, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
There are those engaged in pedagogy
To facilitate the drip... drip... drip
Of poison to accost a child's ear.
Maneuvering with glee and juicy decadence...
Sequestering all they say and hear.
Filled with righteous indignation
And a blind sanctification to their cause.
They pervert both judge and jury...
Twisting truth with sainted claws.
Under a veil of woeful ignorance...
They molest and kink impeccant minds.
When pressed to divulge their scribblings...
They graciously decline.
'You've not the right!' They blindly scream.
'Your fear and doubt is blatantly absurd.
We are gentle shepherds of our flock...
But you'll just have to take our word.'
For far too long we've abdicated our
Responsibility to these purveyors of disruption.
As they've repackaged long failed ideologies...
Fattening our children for destruction.
Nothing good comes from darkness
Except mushrooms and a willingness to deceive.
And proselytizing children like some fungi...
Seems unnecessarily naive.
These predators, race-baiters and gangsters
Are akin to an unruly cockroach in the night.
They happily go about their sordid business
Till someone dares to shine a light.
If you refuse to rise and shine that light...
Then we be back where this began.
But there are still foxes in the chicken-coop...
There be wolves among the lambs.
The End
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*Pedagogy: -the principles and methods of instruction.
-the activities of teaching.
Categories:
maneuvering, anger, child abuse, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Miles of roads while blowing horns
tiresome bodies their eyes are sore,
Trying to reach a rest stop to avoid
a jackknifed load.
Hauling the necessities to survive in this world,
whether it's Gas, Food or Motor oil.
Driving a semi the juggernaut of the road
maneuvering in all conditions even the blistering cold.
Away from Friends and Families away from their homes
Holidays and private events are void they're all alone.
A hard grip of the wheel avoiding reckless drivers
swerving in to unforseen debris blowing out tires.
A grueling shift comes to an end locking up the Trailer,
Arriving to the sanity of their homes ready to retire.™©
By: Shawn Munoz
Categories:
maneuvering, adventure, business, jobs, work,
Form:
Narrative
Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild, and the rough,
following some unwritten ‘elite’ law,
suppressing the urge to shout ‘yee-haw!’
But I think when it all is said and done,
cowboys are truly made of awesome…
Riding swift across the wide-open plains,
coat flapping behind like your horse’s mane,
maneuvering a large and panicked herd,
turning a stampede with iron nerves,
rough-hewn men cooking by the firelight,
coyote chorus yips through the night,
knowing that for all the wind and grit,
it sure beats sitting in an office.
A battered hat worth more than any pearl,
grabs the attention of the cowgirls,
boots that announce you in any room,
be you a mere hand, or fancy bride-groom.
Leather vests that dress up any shirt,
and somehow can even make fringe"work,
a bandana or a wild rag,
with a thousand uses, not a mere fad.
The tell-tale jangle comes from your spurs,
vast coat made out of buffalo fur.
Square-dance, line-dance, twirl a girl around,
to fiddle and steel guitar’s sound,
campfire songs to entertain the kids,
harmonicas to sing the blues with,
teaching the folks to throw a lasso,
then breaking out tricks with swirling rope.
Living life by a strong honor code,
one that good people would do well to know.
Wyatt Earp and his famous revenge ride,
Masterson cut Dodge City down to size,
Doc Holliday gambling with a death wish,
Billy the Kid, criminal, yet tragic,
Wild Bill holding those aces & eights,
and old Kit Carson, out blazing the way,
Buffalo Bill brought the people a dream,
and who can forget, the legend Bass Reeves?
A six-gun at ready, holster right side,
the lines of a Winchester, ever sublime.
Ranches that sprawl on mountain and prairie,
riding the trails where man can breath free,
rampaging rodeo, those guns are fun,
and damn can those barrel-racers run!
Living out of doors, by both skill and luck,
be it on a horse or a pick-up truck,
It’s clear that when all is said and done,
that cowboys are truly made of awesome.
Categories:
maneuvering, america, appreciation, celebration, fun,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Mesmerized clarity
builds to crescendo
never more hollow than these
Colors the forefront
blanket expressions
narrowly missing disease
Outlying chambers
kaleidoscope distance
maneuvering playfully lost
The bearded man crumbles
along the great coast
nascency carelessly tossed
One can but ponder
diligent details
tragic circumference of light
The searing is scored
malevolent mischief
never abandoning flight
Belligerence echoes
along the dark pathway
silently centering in
The mindless enigma
deception of thunder
the meadowlark's shadows begin
3/9/19
Categories:
maneuvering, metaphor, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
Far away from her, far from comfort zone
He goes there, where life beckons him
Remaining true to purpose and meaning
Atop the mountains or deep in the valleys
Revering her love, as he journeys alone.
Maneuvering around life's dead-ends
In wayward motion of destiny's u-turns,
Avenues she illuminates besting darkness--
Being his street-lamp, patently she burns.
When forces somber aim to deter him
Bravely she appears readying her valor
Standing by him, in step with his shadow.
He sees her all-over, where there is love.
January 27, 2019
Placed first in ultimate January 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
maneuvering, feelings, life, strength, true
Form:
Verse
A profound urge to come home.
Some invisible force is making its, presence known.
I must act.
I cannot ignore this any longer,
I fear that if I postpone my journey,
I will be torn apart and discarded.
This entity has taken my sleep,
It continues to take my mind.
This all consuming force,
Will not be my undoing or unwind.
I shall leave at the lonesome hour, Maneuvering through the shadows,
Like a scavenger,
I've become lower than the rats,
That play at such late hours.
A perilous journey it may be,
For there is a great distance,
Between me and the sea.
Perseverance will overcome,
By the next full moon,
I'll be home.
R.K.H
Categories:
maneuvering, adventure, courage, farewell, home,
Form:
Narrative
As I put the key in the ignition
To win this race is my only ambition
I love to hear the roar and smell the fuel;
All the cars are revving up to join the duel
I’m ready to make the black sport clutch drop
The excitement is in the air and every heart stops
I give more gas to hear the engine roar
Trust me I’m ready to put the metal to the floor
Both of my hands are tightly gripping the steering wheel
That adrenaline rush and my extreme appetite for danger is what I love to feel
Right foot pressed to the accelerator
As my fate lies beside two parallel lines
Helmet on it’s my time to shine
I can’t wait to see you way behind me in the rear view mirror
As I increase my speed maneuvering through each situation
Okay let’s be honest to race my car it's an obsession
The clock is my enemy, but speed is my only friend
I’m always focused on to win, and only to win
Categories:
maneuvering, car, destiny, race, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Both Sides Now
Billowing clouds up above
Sometimes smoky or just dust
Bluebirds maneuvering through
While Butterflies withdrew
All my past loves float away
As in vapored clouds today
Becoming concealed by the moon
Only returning in afternoon
Consequently standing here
Between the earth and atmosphere
Taken from my innocence
As I look back and reminiscence
Memories only display
A vivid image I’ll downplay
Recalling this won’t be allowed
I can see from both sides now
Uncertain and feeling confused
Not knowing what my life will do
Covered in a canopy of tears
Wrapped in a trap of fears
Consequently standing here
Between the earth and atmosphere
Taken from my innocence
As I look back and reminiscence
Margaret Franceschini August 1, 2014
Categories:
maneuvering, break up, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Verse
Summer night pulsing
Streak of jets landing
Sapphire lights winking
Minds ricocheting
Lovers embracing
Cologne, silk caressing
Muscle maneuvering
Luggage uplifting
Strength celebrating
Interstate soaring
Windows, dash, dancing
Jazz and soul rocking
Frequency sampling
Circuits infusing
Earth-force vibrating
Categories:
maneuvering, adventure, romance, travel,
Form:
Blank verse
Hearts on fire
Over heads that sire
New couple on the double
Every action becomes triple
Yearning for each other's hand
Maneuvering who has a better hand
On truth or consequence
Or Games of the General
No arbiter is allowed... just being real and literal!
Categories:
maneuvering, cute love, feelings, for
Form:
Acrostic