Best Manoeuvred Poems

Am I pretty enough?
A question oft asked by adorable little girls,
But also a question lingering
At the back of every teenagers mind.
A question that haunted Me,
Every second of my teenage life.

Am I pretty enough?
I soon stopped asking myself.
'Cuz I always assumed the answer 
Would be in...

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Deceit of sun when rays are still but porous;
unwelcome thief, afford my dream more seconds.
Some dappled shadows flit through mystic keyhole;
alight upon pellucid remnant image.
I stifle yawn as thoughts embrace the vision.

My ever-restless spirit merits story
which doesn’t evanesce at first obstacle
encountered when issues foisted upon...

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Villanelle: Who's afraid of the Virgin Wolf's wisdom tooth

(As unlikely as it may sound, this happens to be the TRUTH: the foremost French journalist, André FONTAINE of Le Monde; an illustrious  Academician poet, Pierre EMMANUEL*; President de Gaulle's Prime Minister-President George POMPIDOU; de Gaulle's...

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Chronicles of a long Distant Race

I arrive amidst all the chatter and confusion
that seems to haunt all pre-race activities,
friend greeting friend,
club member greets fellow member,
New shoes, shorts and shirts being shown emulously.
Profusions of Vaseline used in all those little places,
stretches of an overweening nature giving...

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They thought i was disabled by choice, not by veracious right, 
They thought, ‘cos i objected to medicine’s lady, 
But my parents were both a malady, 
To medicine’s elegance and height. 

My parents were faith healers, into prayer, 
For coughs, colds and constipation, 
And so...

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Slowly, perceptively, she melted closer to him. Her movements mesmerized, teased. He was helpless in her power. Never before had he been so entrapped by such an overwhelming presence. Their silent liaison twisted and turned as each poignant moment unfolded with emotional expectancy and lulled...

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SANTA'S   SURPRISE   

Santa Claus stripped off his beard and red suit 
And left the show in the officers’ mess
Pulling the last tiny pieces of cotton wool from his stubbled chin
As he ran to his position 

At the end of the starboard...

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I listened
The sound of the gushing waters on the rocks
Soft sounds soothing to this troubled heart
Soothing and mending
I listened
My soul is yet at peace longing for more
Why is it so demanding so wearing?
Why is it so exhausting? Heavily I breathe seeking to catch a breath
Why...

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The magic of the puppeteer’s hands, brings life through the strings
The mass of wooden limbs on the floor, unrecognisable as things
They all applauded as they watched the master puppeteer at work
He made his puppets dance, his duty he did not shirk.

Then the day arrived, they...

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Wrath whirled in the air, and satan manoeuvred  around.
Darkness enclosing around, with memories of the past jeering at me.
Pain blistering my heart breaking my being, shattering me
Their laughter ringing in my ears.
Cold wind pricking my skin and loneliness filling my life for years.
My life...

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The aeroplane lay upside down
At the bottom of the lake quite profound
How it came to be here
Was a story that was not clear

There were no markings that would last
And it appeared the water landing was not very fast
Its door was blown off the side
And it...

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High summer at the Regiment,
Admin Inspection coming around
So they placed a little saluting base
At the edge of the Parade Ground.
A coco matting covered floor
On a stout square wooden base
Which the fatigue party 
Manoeuvred carefully into place.
Now I may have worn a uniform
And been a soldier...

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The old ice house is where it happened
The old ice house where cold still grows
We ventured down the hidden old footpath
By the stream where now only the ducks go

A dare to see past the old iron fence
A dare to go over the ivy strewn wall
To...

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Chapter..........1..........Part..........2..........1.

Now,
my Lords and Ladies,
the Dark Man and the captain,
stood apart from all,
The Captain's mount and Turvehr,
they were uneasy as they pranced,
the Captain reined in his charger,
Turvehr was given his head,
both these mighty warriors faced each other,
the Captain bowed to the Dark Man.
The Captain did smile...

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The pure pleasure or  the serene pain 
That oozes helplessly out of the deeds honest
Leaves no burden , nor squeezing strain ;
The cordial words  of solace are blest
And are duly  prompted by the just mind

The pure joy of a dancing flower ,
The...

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