human behavior poems

That Smile of Yours Is Spectacular! (Why Are You Hiding It, Sweetheart?) – A Poem by Paul Tristram

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…as timid and nervous as a fallow deer,
edge-peeking from New Forest edges.
‘Blushes’ warm and circling busily.
Hesitant speech… in
‘Slow To Start’ but ‘Curtailing Quickly’
musical, breathless, flourishes.
I often sit quietly, listening
to the distant echoes of her Depth.
Thoughtfulness becomes an art form,
Shyness a beautiful maze to ponder around.
Frowns that ripple through concentrated pages
of the ‘Book of Life’ she reads awkwardly
with tears, giggles and white-knuckled wonder.
Her favourite words are ‘Gosh’ and ‘Petal’
does everything important (and most things are!)
at least five times before actually moving.
Manners of ‘A Gentleman’ whilst ‘The Lady’
beams and shines forever through…
But it’s when she momentarily forgets herself
and laughs merrily with sparkling eyes,
that Magic bursts alive and Miracles become true.

More at http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.

The Cruelty of Strangers – A Poem by James Diaz

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Some cannot hold their anger
when it roars
it’s mostly blinded inside
unable to say one true thing about itself.

“I find it sad,”
you once said to me
“How people can learn to be so petty,
hold grudges, burn others
with unkindness.”

“They didn’t learn it,
they chose it,”
some other part of me
on a bad night
might say.

Benefits of doubt
can easily be wasted.

I too have stood at the edge of things
water towers bathed in light
across the field.

I am no one’s villain
the loneliest road
the one that you feel so sure of
packed away beneath
what cannot be named
cruelly or gently.

We will survive this
one world
wounded and bitter to spite selves
sharing only shatters,
unattended –
unloved in their core.

Moving On | Mary L. Steffen

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Moving on
Children play
Speed of light

Love as one
No one hates
So simple

Beware of
What’s inside
Peoples heart

Wherever
It takes you
Along road

Awaits me
End of time

Mustang | Leah Dryden

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My college roommate drove a black Mustang
He told me Friday he drove to his ex-girlfriend’s house and parked on the street, staring up at her window
A day later he wrecked his Mustang into a telephone pole
I wonder if he thought of her

“Unbecoming” | Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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I am sharing a bathroom with this woman
in a motel down along Kingston Road,
this woman who refuses to argue
because she says it is “unbecoming.”
As though you come more and more unravelled
as a person with each petty word you can’t take back.
And we are there for two nights.
In close quarters.
She really is a wise one.
I show her my tattoos and she runs her hands
over them like the blind reading Braille.
When we sleep tonight she will snore lightly
and I will fall asleep listening to that.
And in the morning we will find a place
for breakfast and park the car
and walk on in.

That Girl | Bonnie Burka Shannon

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You know the type
She wears her heart
On her sleeve
Feigning enjoyment
As she assumes
The interests
And activities
Of the man
Of the moment
She falls in love
Too fast
Too impulsively
Seeming astounded
When she is ghosted
Or betrayed
By the guys
Who ditch
Once again
She remains
The queen
Of diminished self-esteem
And foolish yearnings
Disappointment lingers
As her middle name
Depression her
Pervasive wardrobe
To relieve her discontent
She writes
A guest column
About her
Love life
For the LA Times
Astounding herself
By its reception
She gets
Multiple hits
On the web
She will
Never learn
However
Doomed to repeat
The errors of
Her ways
She remains
That girl

More at http://shannon50.dudaone.com/poetry-by-bonnie.

From the Headlines | Stan Morrison

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Exploitation is not an entitlement
Rigidity is not a negotiating tool
Statues are not living symbols
Bigotry a self-defeating tradition
Peace is a deliberate process
Facts are the IED to ignorance
Hunches aren’t a form of science
Solitude isn’t found in loneliness

Self-Improvement | Stan Morrison

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I was my own worst critic
Until I ran into you
Pointing out stuff about me
Stuff I never knew

I’m at a loss for words
You’re the great American hero
While taking stock of me
Check out yourself in the mirror

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