Best Panel Poems

They are vain, quarrelsome men
Bloated, opinionated,
Untidy, men cosseted 
By the academic life,
The literary life—smug,
Tell you what authors are in
Or out. They know best—of course....

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I sat before that panel,
some half my age,
that didn't know a tenth,
of what I do,
that I thought had the power
to change my life and
I barked, 
and drooled, 
and rolled over,
and jumped through hoops,
and licked butt,
and played dead,
and chased my own tail,
and preened, cutely,
and even scratched...

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Excuse, may I perhaps suggest that you adjust your settings
Access my local area network by rebooting your memory
Restore it to our history, the mail, the messages we shared
The cache of stored work temporarily filed away remotely

Technically challenged by the format you display
Data of no gateways...

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One wooden panel
Scraped from its ivory case---
I recall Grandma’s doorway
Leading us to our ranch,
Where young feet mounted wild horses. 

This ancestral home,
Now broken by time’s onslaught
Oh years filled with fresh grassland
Rolling on memories---
While old panel, stands on my hall.


Manny Paras...15th July 2014
For nette onclaud, Door...

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I can feel the different shades dancing inside my body. Darkness bows and lets brightness take the lead. They tease each other in a game of cat and mouse. Brightness often wins but darkness never makes me forget his presence. It demands to be felt,...

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Soon, they shall flood matters channel
To the formed five-man panel:
East Town's urgent need of good spade
That shall into big waters wade
And arrange useful bridge,
As one drowns and next is the fridge.

East's Generator to suck flood 
Like mosquitoes would sleepers' blood
No Government's fast attention,
A sad picture's...

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Before awarding you their prize,
They look at your size;
Not at how smart,
Soon, ordering you “To your feet rise”.
And watching how this tenses you up
Or keeps shaking your handed tea cup
Or your tolerance tries
Or up you blood cells dries
Or your flesh, not unlike chicken’s, fries
Next, ordering...

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