Short Maneuvering Poems
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She was a diva, diabolical, destroyer of mirth
Maneuvering her way into men’s hearts
She had sexy, chic, classy cunning ways
Woke up this morning
With air in my lungs
Ground sturdy beneath my feet
Knowing I can handle anything
Like frogger maneuvering the street
Haiku.2. 1/14
too cold fingers
maneuvering pen
poor wren has only one wing
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(c)sally Young eslinger 1/14;2021hu
on my journey to outer space
cool, blue moonshine lights my path
maneuvering through glittering stars
sunrise breaking the Earth’s horizon
a new day has begun for all
One thing leads to another, then to sex
To be perfectly honest, it's what guys expect
To sample her biscuit
Maneuvering his digits
Caressing all the territory below her neck
One thing leads to another, then to sex
To be perfectly honest, it's what us guys expect
To sample her biscuit
Maneuvering his digits
No crevice unturned, a trembling I detect
Zigzagged memories are easily recalled in my mind
Youthful hands playfully maneuvering an Etch A Sketch
Xeroxed veins have been forever etched into my elderly brain.
~Contest~ John Lawless~ "Z Y X"
Succintly free
Filling us daily with hope
Rewiring our brains
Engulfing hearing,tasting and smelling
Enriching the visual field
Driving our thoughts
Overpowering life’s pores
Maneuvering odysseys
When maneuvering the world circus,
The strongest human being in the world
the wisest being in the universe... !
if he were we would have limbo
as in fact he is not, we will have hell!
A precise and delicate art it is
to learn how to capture the wind.
maneuvering it so gently through
while guiding it where to go.
The sweet sounds that it plays
melts your heart in every way.
cry long
Sound of madness contest
flute
Maneuvering through an astroid field
Until my soul to God I did yield
Didn't create to make us mean
Or just be like a machine
Created in us a guide
Sure does beat suicide!
Know that I will fly away
Instead of a smashed pot of clay!
Maneuvering through an astroid field
Until my soul to God I did yield
Didn't create to make us mean
Or just be like a machine
Created in us a guide
Sure does beat suicide!
Know that I will fly away
Instead of a smashed pot of clay!
Glimpse of radiance
maneuvering through her dark heart.
Rejuvenating.
Resuscitating.
Giving life and joy.
Radiance like a woman
swaying around her garden,
crowded with flowers.
It breaks through.
Glows so bright
It reminds her of the sun.
Hurtling through the universe
wings across the cosmos
Maneuvering midst galaxies
his body a joystick
Experiencing a heady freedom
like no man before him ...
What did he lack ~
Why return to a broken home
Set off by the smallest sip,
feed me what I want.
A rushed drip.
Luminous shade of darkness,
taste it on my lips.
Blown sadness.
Maneuvering souls like pawns
such a rapscallion,
selling bronze.
I’m struck by your glow,
fierce mellow.
Hearts on fire
Over heads that sire
New couple on the double
Every action becomes triple
Yearning for each other's hand
Maneuvering who has a better hand
On truth or consequence
Or Games of the General
No arbiter is allowed... just being real and literal!
Maneuvering a maze
muddled and dazed but not
mixed-up, I decided
my life must change in all
mimes. The mirror I see
me via denies me
my rumination of [?].
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Verlena S. Walker
Penned April 22, 2014
For Nette Onclaud Contest LET'S PLEIADES!
Paraplegic
Wheelchair, catheter
Racing, dancing, maneuvering
Colourful rims and frame, colourful little person,
Singing, rhyming, mischievous
Surgery, bedridden,
Me
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6th place in Diamante contest
Sponsor Janis Thompson
October 15, 2016
My feet feel their way
Along the rocky river bottom
Arms balancing
Waist bending
Ankles slipping, twisting,
Toes gripping on algae-covered stones
And maneuvering
Through ice-cold hell
Hell
Hell
Hell
Until you.
A warm tuft of grass and clover
Soft and green
Ankles burning with warmth
Love
Salvation.
B&M Baked Beans
Aroma of the senses
Flavor of Maine
Friendly breezes
Follow your hungry pain
The taste that remains
The place Portland, Maine
Lighthouse sight
Guiding ships
Maneuvering without through the dips
B&M fresh
Being no contest
One’s travel getaway
Being blown away
Nothing for less
Maine to gain.
Summer night pulsing
Streak of jets landing
Sapphire lights winking
Minds ricocheting
Lovers embracing
Cologne, silk caressing
Muscle maneuvering
Luggage uplifting
Strength celebrating
Interstate soaring
Windows, dash, dancing
Jazz and soul rocking
Frequency sampling
Circuits infusing
Earth-force vibrating
maneuvering over the vast expanse
might take eons
starships leaving the speed of light
in their rear-view mirrors
crews of AI along for the ride
in case G-d might decide
to breach the great divide
a supernatural force must have saved the reckless driver
the Ford she was maneuvering is scrunched in three ways
everyone who saw the auto said “the driver must be dead”
she is not dead
she has hitchhiked home to get the keys to her husband’s truck
she is driving to work in it
I know because this walking talking miracle who survived is me
Stroll along the avenue,
Moist with morning’s dew,
Wear your finest garb
Contacts here are few.
From a distant window,
Lips as red as flame,
She watches and she waits alone,
Perched and tame!
She’ll bide her time while watching
Your every maneuvering tension,
Mordacious in her style, yet
Intenerate in her invention!
Ace the pilot could cut the Migs down fast
At an early age his future was cast
Great at navigation, and maneuvering too
What is the hold up on him asking Sue?
She has been waiting for ever so long.
They have been engaged since Neil Armstrong
They are not getting younger; their knees are bad.
“Why don’t you drop him?” Says her sister “he is kind of a cad.”