Best Manoeuvre Poems
SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often
misspelt by the common man)
We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur or connoisseur of language,who can tell?
Conscientiously piece together,peculiar bits of rhyme.
Manoeuvre letters gorgeously for others to refine.
Discipline and experience,all apparent to you and me.
Pronunciation not enough to spell linguistically.
Skilful realignment of the letters needs addressed.
Paralytic implications quintessentially expressed.
A ricochet of rhythm,sabotaged in a queue of verse.
Cacophony of tone with their spellings unrehearsed.
Is your spelling kamikaze,a haemorrhaging of ink.
A karaoke nightmare,communication on the brink.
So literary geniuses,i am all apologetic.
If my utterance is rabbled and my spelling is pathetic.
You see,many words i utilize in this poem i create.
Have been misspelt for centuries,the most common is
separate
Categories:
manoeuvre, educationwords,
Form:
Rhyme
The snow mobile stops and sinks to the level of the snow, no more to go
Which way do I take for shelter the sure or the maybe
Deciding on a surety hoped the 200 miles was the best option … but how
can I survive this, gathering the necessities in a bag light enough to carry
leaving a note on the vehicle I start my journey slowly
snow shoes aren’t easy to manoeuvre when you’re tired and afraid
must gain ground by nightfall a shelter of snow to make.
Plenty of boiled water to keep me going today, but hunger tangs can’t be laid
Food: I must make a hole to fish, a fire to make and that shelter to build
I cut blocks of snow and make a shelter for the night
Had means of lighting a fire to give the bears a fright, cut a hole to fish
Am sitting here like a child with stick and string hoping for a bite
A great big tug tells me one is here, I pull with my might to land it near.
Hit its head to kill him with ease, I cut up and cook enough to please….
Suddenly I hear a whimpering noise I look up to see
A husky type dog looking at my tea, I throw it some fish didn’t touch the sides
As with a big gulp was soon in his insides, then he laid down close to me
Sharing my water and fish and the fire …..
Weird sounds of nature all through the night
My sleep was shallow as I worked out my plans
Had an early fish breakfast then started to walk
Had a companion with me didn’t feel so alone on these many days
Looked for berries not the white ones am told…will
Keep up my strength until I get home…..
The greenery I am advised are precarious to devour
Best keep to fish and berries a little every hour
Oh my what’s this lumbering this towards us
A bear , a black one, pulled my anorak over my head, I pray
Arms akimbo so I looked huge and made very noisy yells, bear walked away
A trappers hut smoke I can see, hope he will be as pleased to see me
Categories:
manoeuvre, journey, snow,
Form:
Epic
The mistress of mirth it’s who I am
In reality I am simply Jan
I’ll try and give you laughs
About my silly gaffes
And entertain as much as I can
My panties once went up the hoover
It was a remarkable manoeuvre
Yes I will disclose
They flew up the hose
Phew- I still retain a sense of humour
In response to limerick from Jack Ellison
15th March 2015
Categories:
manoeuvre, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
You are a bright fallen star from the mesmerizing sight up above,
You make my tender heart pump pure blood of joy with just a minor glance,
If only you would grant me the blissful privilege to call you my love,
To my painful despair your angelic nose is pointed to the sky and you look down upon me,
If only given the honour to acknowledge my existence that craves your mystical romance,
But because of my economic status and laughable looks me, you shall never see,
As more than a dirty petty jester who could never compare to your immense power,
I am foolish to ever have thought I stood a pleading chance,
To you your majesty I will forever bow down and cower,
Until I feel your heart beat back then I shall manoeuvre into my sprinting stance.
June 12, 2018
Rhyme Time 4- 10 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
3rd Place
Categories:
manoeuvre, desire, devotion, heartbroken, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
To embrace
life’s analytic myth
to inspire
nature’s symbolic smile,
to manoeuvre
amidst northern skies of blue
to roam
chauvinistic contours sensitive and true.
To perceive
inclement purple haze that rebels
against the moor side mist,
to dwell if only momentarily within
a dream upon
“Windgate Nick” Where dandelion
seeds float in sunbeams
of radical tranquil,
and fanciful fables
of innocent finery are spawned.
To wander
the fallow tracks of “Heber’s Ghyll”
Stride the sparsely tussock
of “Nab wood Hill”
Create vernacular legend
amid “Viking” Skill!
Ramble again
the stony edge of “Ilkley Moor”
Split the boulder find the cure
formulate
a pageant, compose an
hereafter tour, if only to believe in him!
Entered Mark Toney's 2022
Poetry Marathon mile 22.
9/12/2022
poem written 2011
Categories:
manoeuvre, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
I saw this darling little chick,
she looked a swinging geezer.
I thought I’d move to get in quick.
Her name was Mona Lisa.
I thought she had a perfect face,
a most bewitching smile.
She swayed with such amazing grace.
Oh my! What lovely style.
“Hello my darling! By the way,
I do a bit of sketching.
So, will you come and sit one day,
I’m sure you’d look quite fetching?”
She stopped my way, oh so demure,
and sat with soft crossed hands.
And as I drew (with thoughts impure)
I made my naughty plans!
“I’ve got this cosy little house
at Amboise, on the Loire;
when painting’s done, perhaps we’ll browse,
then mingle by the fire?”
~
A true disaster, what a frump
and what a sad old maid!
No way was there to make her jump,
no jolly games were played!
She criticised my little house,
she cursed my blazing fire.
She couldn’t speak without a grouse.
She curdled my desire.
In time, I took my work of art
and, with this neat manoeuvre,
it didn’t really break my heart
to plonk her in the Louvre!
And there she sits for all to see,
this awful groaning teaser.
I think it’s very clear why she
is called the Mona Lisa!
~
For Heather's 'Fine Art' Competition - Mona Lisa (Gioconda) by Leonardo da Vinci, hanging in the Musee du Louvre Paris.
Categories:
manoeuvre, hope, sad,
Form:
Verse
Threatening me directly in my face
you want to appear bigger, you are not to be feared.
Knowledge empowers....
With every breath I will speak out
the world must know your type.
I wont give you the satisfaction of loosing my temper,
I will wrestle with you and always win, every time.
Identifying prey you perpetrate, manoeuvre your way in;
the thrill of the kill your stimulation
relentless in your obsession which you live and breathe.
Dangerously Intense wearing a life of normal
turning on your killer charm, pouncing on weakness
single....looking for love;
Turkish delight promise no sweet filling have you,
you reek of manipulation all in sight.
People have no idea of what they are flirting with
fatal attraction love is blind,
those who dared to love you, believed your lies, sadly it's too late.
Theories are formed and tested, proprietary can disguise,
good intuition, gut instinct it's true!,
under all circumstances it cant just be a bit of fun, you wont let go.
Incapable of love your'e not wired that way, sad but true,
take care my darling the love emotion is gone.
Don't be deceived not even for a minute when two mingled into one
all the love in the world you don't care you say what everyone wants to hear....
I love you baby. You say it to own it, black and white ice, control
that's your game, we a concept you simply cannot understand,
you chill me to the bone still I will never fear you.
I will ruthlessly expose you....flesh; the wounds of our interaction lay bare.
Brave in life your final moments victim no, that wasn't you
not even blood stained can define...still you oh yes, ...always.
The traits of your psyche displayed for all to see,
Cold, calculating, remorseless demon murderer John Doe, I will give you a name.
Killing, disposing of all who gets in your way.
Never taking responsibility for your actions, selfish to the core
but intimate strands of DNA betray you.
Knowledge empowers, defenceless we are not, we are stronger because of love x
For all the innocent individuals....Mothers, Father, Children brutally slain, torn apart, I feel your pain.....
Rest in peace.
I/we will always remember.....
Holy as incense rising....each person lifted high
Brave in life....silence is golden all that's left unsaid.
Categories:
manoeuvre, psychological,
Form:
Prose
Deep ocean of azure blue
Overhead seagulls circling flew
In constant motion, heaving sides
The old merchant ship upon it rides
Rust scorched it's barnacled coat
Salt encrusted railings forever afloat
On the horizon's sinking sun's amber glow
Beckons enticingly along the flow
New moon appearing from out of the west
Silvery waves splintering against foamy crest
Figures emerging from the hold below
Peering skywards at the star studded show
Then into action to each their appointed task
Some heaving ropes, others mounting the mast
All working together to achieve one aim
To secure the sails aloft the bounteous main
A rumble of thunder and a flash lightening sound
Mountainous waves gather pace all around
Working in unison the crew now complete
All tasks meritorious as a well drilled fleet
A shout from the Captain, as the thunder roars
Urgently gesticulating "secure the oars"
Rain clashing as in sword play
Freeze drench they stand
As they see the top sail rend
Now all secured they disappear down
Below decks they ruminate
All worrying, no sound
Then vocal in assumptions from mate to mate
Until the Captain shouts "Silence no need for this din,
I shall calculate our bearings, now where to begin?"
Spreading out his charts he clears cups for a space
Each man concentrating, deep intent on each face
"Look Captain", one points "there's the Cape of Good Hope
enough time to manoeuvre and with luck stay afloat"
The temperature plummets and the crew mill around
No warmth except mittens and blankets draped around
The storm is abating and two bells is called
As each man takes turn to pump until hauled
Buckets of water overboard they keep on
Clearing sea water over gunnels, until all is gone
Ship breaking water all in it's wake
No matter the weather only headway to make
Dolphins leaping and diving below
Thoughts turn to seamen of long ago
Royal Navy Standards, a jolly jack tar
Plotting each course by the Northern Star
Pirate vessels hoisting their skull and crossbones
Biting winds moaning and pelting hailstones
Sailing ships with elaborate sails
Above the wind, sailors hearty hales
Anchorage sought and a comfortable berth
Homeward port reached and feet on the earth.
Categories:
manoeuvre, adventure, sea, travel,
Form:
Free verse
This morning I went for a drive,
In my super- hot enginned car.
Up hills and down the slopes,
I drove my girl, drove her so far.
At first we fueled her pond with love,
Warming and heating up inside her.
We then slid into her cabin,
Turning the key and she let out a purr.
And then the drive, the stops, the go,
Wet and slippery, danger and fear.
And to manoeuvre through streets with signs,
Then the freeway so we dropped a gear.
We sped so fast using all of our skill,
No slow, no careful, or drive with discreet.
Her engine roared and leapt and pounced,
My chest heaved then sank every heartbeat.
Out there it’s free, free as the wind,
Free to push hard and free to hold tight.
You’re free to let the world pass by,
Drown in the love, and you’re free to bite.
This morning I went for a drive,
A long hot drive with my baby.
I can’t wait till after work today,
Might take her for a drive again, maybe.
Categories:
manoeuvre, car, freedom, girlfriend, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
He did not feel the hot summer heat,
For at night the boat was his retreat.
A lissom breeze gave him a great treat.
Smell, the fresh air was fragrant and sweet.
His lass slept quietly at her seat.
Then the sun will rise and both will greet.
Quickly got up and their lips did meet.
Their breakfast prepared so they did eat.
The large boat kept steady, quite a feat.
But time was up, they made a retreat
To the port, a manoeuvre complete.
There the perfect berthing place so neat.
Their big boat so large was like a suite,
It was air-conditioned, they slept sweet.
Categories:
manoeuvre, boat, sea,
Form:
Monorhyme
My life flashed before my eyes as I sat in the driver’s seat
I clung to the wheel for dear life
my face was as white as a sheet
Would this brave man named Dale
live to tell the tale?
Had he written out a will
Drafted Out in great detail ?
I was petrified you see
But he had confidence in me
His fantastic sense of humour
Acted as a diffuser
He calmly talked me through it
With the patience of a saint
How he coped I’ll never know
As Michael Schumacher I ain’t!
He had a scientific brain
And as we drove he would explain
Tell me random facts and stories
As we ventured through welsh lanes
Now I really can’t deny
That one manoeuvre made me cry
But with his tolerance and charm
My frustration he did disarm
When I finally passed my test
His relief was well expressed
He turned my life around
Now freedom I have found
Favourite Teacher or Professor contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
20th October 2019
Categories:
manoeuvre, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Venerations Ablazed
Altruist veneration in an endeavour
Let the dew drop onto the leaf
Untamed dew,but chose to fall
Upon the sordid soil in grief
Blossomed lilac benignly pleased
Nectar! quench the beetle's thirst
Beetle in lieu fought to escort
Whimsy pollen along the dust
Clumsy pebble lost in womb
Sharpened and curved surfaces
Blisters on foot may rest for a while
Edges shed mighty all graces
Canvases all soaked in blues
Palette when agreed to save
Offerings of the candid quill
Rendered oblations of nave
Ethos forayed,venerations ablazed
Weary arms cosied endeavour
Clinched in the stead of hatred
He hustled his frump manoeuvre
Categories:
manoeuvre, slavery,
Form:
Home-coming Pigeons
Most treasured part, from the rest,
Is the inside of a Pigeon’s breast:
*
Pigeons are a swift and furthest flier
Yet, back Home they always retire;
Unlike lovesick men; a headless nail
Who sink both their head and tail!
*
Pigeons’ wingspan is incredibly long...
Pray! Toil must make hands strong.
*
Pigeons’ tact, manoeuvre and poise...
Evade the Devil with Hymn’s noise!
*
Power of sight in the Pigeons’ eye...
Lucifer’s lure we must quickly decry!
*
Pigeon’s nest in obelisk of Church...
Holy shelter Pigeon chicks to hatch!
*
Pigeons’ Partners are the happy most,
In age or in ailment love’s not lost!!
*
Most treasured part, from the rest.
Is the inside of a Pigeon’s breast!!
JM
26th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
manoeuvre,
Form:
Couplet
13 Years
Rolling wheels,
Through fields of heather,
Browns and purples,
Steel blue of cold,
Regimented act of military manoeuvre,
It's perpetrators oblivious of its repetitive farce.
As we enter this erie caledonian mist,
A sleepless and dream like state,
From our early sojourn and departure,
Our purpose to reach a distant grave,
Accomplished under cover of night.
Dreams of fresh, crisp, loch pine air,
Diluted with local village coal,
A visit made in tribute,
To a lost or unspent soul.
Differing feelings of mourning,
Expressed with silent thoughts,
the drifting scent of roses,
As they bob gently from the shore,
An incident barely spoke of,
Just great sadness....disbelief,
Has become a surreal transcendental feeling,
More of spiritual connection than of grief!
Copyright
S.Rose
Categories:
manoeuvre, absence, angel, bereavement, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
~*~
" escape from the nightmares of yesterdays ... uphold the sublime ... SOAR ... FLY ! "
eyes were shut
head in bow
sitting in the rocking chair ...
DUSK - murky ... vague ... nestled with woe and a twilight dew
tears fell - as I sleep in my cradle's journey
~~~my CRIB of dreams
now,
I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind
I SPREAD my wings
FLIP it as possibly as I can
and vagabond over what is possible
I FLEW ... SOARED ... MANOEUVRE ... and STRAYED ~~~
abscond from the immeasurable humanly problems
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
escape from the TRUTH that everything ends in the same END
I went to nowhere and
voyaged over the atmospheric umbrella of reality ~
I FLEW ...
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of FAIRY TALES
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
I want to live in this world~~~flew back in reality is now just a dream!
~*~
Categories:
manoeuvre, adventure, art, fantasy, world,
Form:
Free verse