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Managed Poems - Poems about Managed


I Managed Well
Seventeen was a time of nonchalant moments, taking strolls on breezy lanes, smelling jasmines, waving at the farmer tending to the rich harvest: mystery unrevealed itself, making adventure last! Who hasn't explored wonderous Nature hasn't felt joy, harmonious and picturesque hills of various shades excited this boy's flaming eyes drawing them a step closer to God; there's was no thought of going...

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Categories: managed, adventure, age, anxiety, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Mischief Managed
You were anticipating shallow water Instead you fell in the deep end This water’s a shade of blue you haven’t seen before You forgot that curiosity killed the cat Explains why you would you go and do a thing like that Unfortunately there’s a price to pay for waking her When you had no intention of staying up late...

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Categories: managed, feelings, heartbroken, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Ill Managed Swell
We are now seeing the ill managed swell, the reality of our pompous arrogant form of life. Clouds bring rain but they don’t bring hell. But a hell resides in the air tonight. Underestimated because we think we took control! But please remember that nature itself can take control of all forms of life. Covid dose not care...

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Categories: managed, care, fear, horror, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Micro Managed Death
Techno-scramble the ramble of cars on sheet metal Tall walking for sledge hammer rhythm The dialysis of t.v. dramas and hospital soup delivered on time A team of managers examine Mortuary Dead before what could have been Electromagnetic heart transfer failed Before the soul left the bed Whirring of gadgets promised Earthly pulses and show tunes As lungs gave out...

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Categories: managed, death, dream, heaven,
Form: Free verse
How I Managed Not To Be a Doc
HOW I MANAGED not TO BE A DOC You know something, Me a thing, I think not worth than a farthing was put in a college of Medicine. Paternal honour intact was to be kept. Heavy in heart and blurred in vision When thought of those bespectacled sermons On blood and urea, capillary and neuron. I tugged at my mom, a deaf ear...

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Categories: managed, education, funny, father, father,
Form: Light Verse




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