Manouvre poems on Hello Poetry

TanTan Feb 2013

YOU think life will unfold you an open road
glittered with success and times of joy
there’ll be goldcrumbs to lead your way,
and a shining light to keep you bright.
But life is a squeeze in a crowd of grumpy people,
no space to manouvre, no space to move
you’re bumped and pushed aside like weeds,
when you get up, there comes another wack
upon a wound that already bleeds;
so, you try a different route,
up an unclimbable hillside,
with strong winds pushing you downside
interfering with your footprints;
as far as you can see, more rocks and muck,
here’s life’s another hurdle, oh, ***?

MrunaliniDNimbalkar Apr 2019

MUSIC AND ART

Music and Art ,
Bring happiness to the heart.
Setting the mind to kindle on a personal flow chart.

It gives a deep sense of satisfaction , to see a beautiful creation .

Soothing melodies and creative work , gives the mind a positive **** .

L'il piece of advice to all !
Manouvre the mind to see the world as Almighty's artistic display and listen to music everyday .

Music is Divinity ,
Art is Imagination in Vividity,
Conjuring Peace till Infinity.

Simple rhyming poem which was inspired after seeing a lot of art work displayed and listening to Music everyday !
26.04.2019

KV Srikanth Jan 2022

CONQUER

Fierce and invisible
Force working Suo moto
Slave when things go bingo
Enslaves you the human ego

The reverse gear to progress
Like the gear essential to live life
Its presence gives the sense of I
Nothing adjourned sine a die

Pendulum swinging between
Depression Elation & the inbetween
Causes every man made error
Bravado and fear tools used to manouvre

Pin sized injury
Builds up enough Fury
Its its own judge and jury
Words and Actions the weapons in its armoury

Anesthesia of the Brain
Caused when the Ego strained
Relationships thrown under the train
Delusional state it makes us remain

Esteem and Respect
The value it decides
Insult and Injury
In its lacking resides

Fragility its liability
Stability its respectability
Equanimity its tranquility
Duality its quality

Root cause for worry
Removal needs surgery
Surgery called self enquiry
In the Answers lies the finality

Philosophers and Saints
Thinkers and Prophets
Darkness removing wonders
Guiding in the process

Muideen Opeyemi Apr 2021

Garden of thought

Alone I sat in the garden of thought;
With my intestines I'm battling out words;
Troubling my brain at its resting slot;
about this so-called mystic world:

It has no horns but knocks one down;
Many monarchs had before it bow(d);
A pool of deception it is,in it some had drown(d):
Yet we chase after it like clowns:

It beguiles humans with its fairest nature;
A foe it is,a creature too cruel:
We got captivated by its gaudy herald;
And in an unknown pitch we found ourselves dwell(ing):

By it venom many have got stung;
Yet,they couldn't discover where things had gone wrong;
Hard they strive,but little they earn;
The race of life has no medal or gong:

Many a people manouvre to thrive in life;
abortive all their effort have proved;
While some are merrying on what they work not for;
They see themselves as wise while others are fops:

O you rich! forget not!
Your today's mansion and beauty fields:
Your recent cars,so gazed on now;
Will be a tatter'd ****,of small worth held:

Then you shall be ask'd where all your wealth lies;
Where all the endearment of your ***** days;
All you gathered your entire life shall become old;
When their possessor has become odd:

Why do we got beguiled by it that flattens?
When we know that worldly ornaments are narcissism;
All these were running through my mind;
When I was alone in the garden of thought:
#EL_CALIPHA

Eshwara Prasad Jun 2020

Strategy

I considered life as a game of strategies.

I used strategies to achieve
my goals in life.

For me, using  strategies  to get ahead in life, was a strategy.

I used strategies to beat off competition, to protect my riches, to out-manouvre my rivals, to wreck my perceived enemies.

I used strategies to elevate my status, to increase my popularity, to hoodwink law agencies, to retain power.

I used strategies to keep everyone guessing, to gain ascendancy over my rivals.

Everyone called me a master strategist.

My strategies were succesful, it paid huge dividends to me, I reigned supreme over others.

But luck did not last long,  my strategies began to fall apart, they lost their earlier deception, and were easily decoded and neutralised by my rivals.

It was game over for me!

Muideen Opeyemi Mar 2021

Garden of thought

Alone I sat in the garden of thought;
With my intestines I'm battling out words;
Troubling my brain at its resting slot;
about this so-called mystic world:

It has no horns but knocks one down;
Many monarchs had before it bow(d);
A pool of deception it is,in it some had drown(d):
Yet we chase after it like clowns:

It beguiles humans with its fairest nature;
A foe it is,a creature too cruel:
We got captivated by its gaudy herald;
And in an unknown pitch we found ourselves dwell(ing):

By it venom many got stung;
Yet,they couldn't discover where things had gone wrong;
Hard they strive,but little they earn;
The race of life has no medal or gong:

Many a people manouvre to thrive in life;
abortive all their effort have proved;
While some are merrying on what they work not for;
They see themselves as wise while others are fops:

O you rich! forget not!
Your today's mansion and beauty fields:
Your recent cars,so gazed on now;
Will be a tatter'd ****,of small worth held:

Then you shall be ask'd where all your wealth lies;
Where all the endearment of your ***** days;
All you gathered your entire life shall become old;
When their possessor has become odd:

Why do we got beguiled by it that flattens?
When we know that worldly ornaments are narcissism;
All these were running through my mind;
When I was alone in the garden of thought:

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