Best Manual Poems
Dignity of Manual Labor
by Lori Maria Walton
These, my manual extensions
designed for dexterity
give, to you, my treasure
These, you take from me
denigrating my identity,
No acknowledgement of difference
only indifference and emptiness
Extend the strand you hold,
with my warmth
I will wrap and preserve
your weakness
Let me walk tall, among
your books, and give to you
the wisdom of my hands
Here, I wrote a bridal guide,
A rule book for future brides,
No matter if you're fair, fat and wide,
Or not, here's some dependable asides,
First, keep degrees and jobs up to date,
With some mates you can't relate,
You never know when the rats will turn,
To being a doormat, is what to spurn,
Keep some getaway money set aside,
This is important in a bridal guide,
Always update your roadside assist,
Without that, car bingles can get you miffed,
Ditto home and car insurance too,
Note these well, I say to brides like you,
Never take drugs if to Bali you roam,
Then you definitely won't be coming home,
Herein, I wrote a bridal guide,
My rule book for brides like you.......
The Following Instructions and Detailed Manuals are Available On Planet Earth
Just add Humans.. and mix it up a bit.
Include
Religions
Famines
Climate Change
Pollution
Pandemics
and Excesses
Politics
and World Wars
Abuse the Nature
And some more
Flora and Fauna
Kill them off
Then you should come out on top
Think of yourself and not others
Especially any mothers
Don't worry about the dying
Just keep on denying
And then make sure that whatever you did
Never contributed to any of this
As far as it can be said
You were any part of it
That's how you kill a World
DAMO
young daughter
giving mom pedicure
~ chores can wait
How do you view yourself?
Steady gaze that drags you into the puddle.
The rains have unleashed what remains underneath the facade of metropolitan dazzle.
Puddles black as the pupils that gaze into the sewers,
Bodies descend into the horrors
Ammonia and methane, lungs that burn and smoke that becomes the breathe of life
Lives that await nothing but the blessing of death.
To scavenge the spiteful wastes of a society in haste,
A society that strangles its children,
Contamination and disease
Burnt crops and pain
Suicide harvest
The baskets of shame
And no better in the forests
Lie there evermore horrors
An adivasi caught in death's silence
Under the boots of the green menace
Forest and mineral,
Cages and prisoners,
Extra judicial murders,
Steeped in tradition of
Rape, loot and plunder, the culture of hindustan.
Where bullets are exchanged and the grip on the stones are loosened,
as they roll down when dropped,
So do the bodies.
the wails of wives and mothers,
Of daughters, of grandmothers begin to fill the sky,
the martyrs who are now sons of an echoe far and beyond.
Where ruby red drops fall on the snow,
Winter in the valley where the stench of the dead meet the resilience of the living
Yet every death only screams the victory of this echo,
The echo that will engulf us all
The echo of 'azaadi' long into the night
An incendiary chant of the people who will rise, out of the gutters, out of the forest,
And shall rise out of the valley of death and out of the shackles of the farms,
Free from the death grip of the land lords, free from the bullets of the uniformed assasins.
Free to hoist the emblazoned red into the sky
to usher in a new world, to shatter the old to annhilate the beasts that have so far reigned supreme.
Make one's self scarce when that cage
suddenly appears and before they
splash that sticky mess that to our
fur adheres..
Learn how to get attention when no
one seems to listen by increasing the
volume and stay persistent..
When offered unsavory courses
just let them sit and spoil,
until they make better choices or
refrigerate in foil..
Show appreciation from time to time
by rubbing on their calves with your behind..
Master opening doors with out reaching the handle.
It should be number two in this cat instruction manual.
Always keep a neat appearance.
Don't make a litter mess.
Have patience with your people and your life will be blessed.
Prospective employers can be difficult to convince.
Especially if they only seek applicants with experience.
A gas station proprietor looks like a horse’s ass
when he seeks experienced persons to pump gas.
To make corned beef sandwiches, one needs two years experience?
There is an employer that doesn’t seem to have any sense.
A job seeker’s hopes can easily be killed
if that’s what it takes for manual labor positions to be filled.
Why toy with love;
When it's true course is rough.
Smoothness isn't it's path.
The latter only in-cures pure wrath.
This manual is what is due.
For the heart will only bleed in a moon that is blue.
Your life should be outstanding.
And tirelessly never leave anyone standing.
What is vocally passed
Is sure what should come to pass.
Speech should be as transparent as glass.
For bad ones lowers you to the grass.
Let in mind not a gun.
A bye-gone should be a by-gone
Sole in vocabulary "forgive"
For he that does Divinely is spared grief.
A sensuous connection should be an addiction.
For this in all notions powers the passion.
In your heart let this thoughts have a room.
With these, the heart only bleeds in a blue moon.
Take me up to where it's hard to breath.
Just suffocate me.
Illuminated in light so cold by a face so bold.
Drift up,
Drift out.
Sink slowly down away.
Wrapped in clothes of blood stains alone and cold to cry.
This space around squeezed.
I've died.
Further away from you I've been.
Now so close to touch the hand.
But I recede while your face bleeds when you cry.
Haunted by a spirit that has not died.
Haunted by a spirit you question.
Flow up,
Flow out.
Open veins bleed doubt.
Spilling beat by beat from a heart of glass.
Fragile so.
It's life long past.
To the ears every beat a blast to help love pass.
Flow up,
Drift out.
But I can't help to think about the bleeding doubt of the stranger.
My soul in danger.
Drift back,
Flow down.
Standing on the edge watching him drown.
His love true.
His blood blue.
Dry eyes tear me up.
Pull me waist deep in his blood.
Pulling me nearer.
His love radiates.
As I walk through blood disintegrates.
Drift out,
Flow out.
I extend my hand and touch the face that couldn't kill this man.
Space freezes.
The air breathes.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
I exhale the doubt to love and die by the hand of blood.
I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town.
My triumph was impromptu and abrupt.
I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope
In hope there’d be no need for backing up.
From near the Devil’s Crossroads where I’d tempted fate
To the edge of Austin in the Lone Star State.
I walked my hunger to a roadhouse, spied the waitress shooting pool.
She ignored me, so I had to volunteer,
“I’ll have the Humperdinck pastrami with a Chopin polonaise,
And Jesus Christ, I need a goddamn beer!”
I swear her body English, when she broke the rack,
It took my breath away and wouldn’t give it back.
She was a cowgirl from the city with a wide Bonanza spread
And the guns to run the rustlers out of Dodge.
I had an immigrant’s desire just to lay my burden down
And shack up in some low rent motor lodge.
I said, “I’m here on business, babe, but heaven knows,
How your desert blossoms like a gypsy rose!
She played the accidental vixen like a cunning ingénue
And adlibbed her audition for the part.
She said, “The Workman’s Daily Special comes with saucy bedroom eyes.
If you’re picky, you can order ala carte.”
It seemed an outright bargain in a joint like this,
A spaghetti western with a Hitchcock twist.
I said, “I’ll be your Prince of Darkness if you’ll be my guiding light
And lead me down the path of least regret.”
She said her hands were always busy, but her heart was sometimes free,
And humored me by playing hard to get.
I offered Old Persuasion from a bootleg flask.
Heard the waitress answer, “Thought you’d never ask.”
She left her apron on the counter, took her jacket off the hook,
Deposited the tip jar in her purse,
Then we motored off to Splitsville down a narrow one-lane road,
Playing chicken in a car with no reverse.
Ms. Stormy Daniels
Penned a sex manual
In it you may just bump
Into Mr. Donald J. Trump
I don't need to do
anything much
today.
Ate my breakfast
took my pills
and showered.
The bins go out
Tomorrow.
I don't have
A cat.
The TV's pre-set to record;
I watch it anyway,
(A president to come
Or will he go?)
A mass of people swelter
In a too hot sun
Or huddle bleakly in the snow.
The riots will kick off after dark.
It goes along every day the same.
The instructions that we got don't match the kit.
The manual we asked for never came and
Nobody can work out how to make it go.
Give a child life at birth
Make it a C section or natural
Feed them warm mammary milk
Give them two parents when possible
Cloth them in cotton and wool
Give them a bath because children stink
Teach them to think and about soap and water
Take them to the doctors when they are ill
Take children on long walks
Speak gently when you talk
Read two books to them at bedtime
Pray and eat every meal together
Cultivate good behavior by example
Instruct them to work hard and play harder
Give them candy after age thirty two
Answer all their questions with truth
Answer sex questions commensurate with their age
Give books filled with knowledge as gifts
Educate them first at home
Teach them fishing, sports and especially golf
Teach children about love
Drop them off at school and a place of worship
Assign two body guards at all times
Drop them but never on their heads
Slap them if they get fresh
Slap them twice if liberals are present
Send children to self defense classes
Kiss them on the forehead and cheek
Say I love you one hundred times a week
Buy them a toy car or real one if you have the money
Leave them to their own devices when they turn ninety
Conjure up hundreds of questions (Children are smarter than you think)
Advise them to live their own lives
Remind them they only live twice
(God will understand your answers)
Remind them frequently to sing and dance
Remind them to take a bath
*The road to success is always under construction.
Avoid destruction. Children need structure and instruction. Always love them.
Children are like plants. Give them plenty of water. Leave them alone to grow in the light.
Time is a coverlet
of secrets not to be withheld,
but dressed for the revealing,
just as humankind sits down
among the gods partaking
of the succulence of truth,
and no priority may interfere
with that vainglory of the feast.
See, it has begun
with whispers in the air,
alerting us that it is there
surrounding thought
like friendly shadows frolicing,
calling out to passersby
that there is always more within.
It is the hour
when judgement slips away...
the inner ear entices
in a strange romance,
and everyday is set aside
to clear the way
for new dimension, moving in.
You may attune your mystic sight
as flesh retreats;
the field is vast enough
for you to play, embrace its green
and celebrate the day
of your awakening.
The fresh halloos reverberate
across the miracle
of this new consciousness,
our hidden friend for many years,
our self emerging from the sleep
of alien domain, an infancy
to suck upon a proffered breast
quite unaware it only pacifies.
Halloo! There IS a crystal universe.
There is a holy light upon the sky.
There is a company of messengers
that we in blinded days
ourselves considered aliens.
We called them angels, yes, but they
were winged of mere intent, unseen
yet with the song of bounding
and rebounding love alone
and only now, yet evermore to be.
~
affectionate
passionate
considerate
thoughtful
Bend over backwards
get ya pilates on so you can be more flexible
play ya position break ya neck
know ya place Always hungry
never full always hungry
never willing to cook
drunk off
i like you don't get me wrong
you're cute, and sexy
i want to work with you professionally not personally
now let me tell you how i felt about that one awkward moment in our "relationship"
if this was a "hidden secrecy" that i'm attached and receiving love frequently
let me set the record straight
i'm involved from my nipples to my butt cheeks and beyond
got the ring to match even though some ignore that
if i never met my man you'd be more than a friend
but until we can rewind to the moment i met him
you will be a fantasy in my freaky mental roladex
no offense but your delivery wasn't as smooth as your approach
when that moment came to pass i had to laugh
i couldn't believe that this was happening and had to get right about what would
happen next
i just want to let it go
but i hope you didn't get off ya groove
let me say it again