Best Demeanor Poems
A chambermaid whose name is Marlia
Had the most terrible diarrhoea
Whilst scrubbing a loo
She needed to pooh
Poop flowed freely from her posterior
It splattered on the newly scrubbed door
Gloopy poop was all over the floor
There was a huge mess
It covered her dress
Her poor tummy was ever so sore
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Marlia was filled with sorrow
A clean dress she had to borrow
flies were attracted
The mess compacted
clean up required a harrow!
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
If only she'd have taken a Tums
No mess would be left on her bums
she's still in despair
a stench in the air
To the scent of poop she succumbs
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
Marlia was dumb, thinking it was just gas
But it was much more that she had to pass
The day was torrid
Her stench was horrid
Now everyone knows Marlia has no class
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Marlia tried hard to sneak out
the trail of her poop left no doubt
Lysol was sprayed,
Her funk still stayed
cause her poop kept running out
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Poor, poor Marlia stunk up the room
Her hubby left and she has no groom
He ran for the hills
No more night thrills,
Now she's alone and her life is doom
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
21-07-17
Free verse to Rhyme Royal
Daytime’s Demeanor
This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.
Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.
Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.
Time now, for me to assume, day-time’s demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.
Suzanne Delaney
Daytime’s Demeanor
This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.
As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day’s journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime’s Demeanor.
Suzanne Delaney
IN THE DEMEANOR OF GOD
We deployed military to Afghanistan to fight terrorism, but nothing has curtailed.
Today we are up against ISIS in Islamic worlds whose cipher can be deciphered.
One of these old days not so long to come righteousness will transform.
There is poverty yet known of mind-sets and/or of hunger.
We as a world should be concerned with that that affects our home front.
We as the universe know that the influence of poverty as a mind-set henceforward a famine state.
But oh, one of these old days not long to come righteousness will unleash amidst mammoths.
In a Biblical presence, do we coexist?
We are the ideology and the historical eras.
As the sun rises in the East, our daily lives become the idiom.
We are diverse in dialect.
Our world is the Unites States of America.
The sun shines on the righteous.
Humanitarianism is our cause.
We want universal peace for one and for all.
But oh, these are the precarious times.
A righteous mien is the will of the Almighty God.
The philosophical tenet is that a man (or woman) that does not fix his (or her) own problems, God will help resolve them.
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Written April 10, 2016!
Like the alarming abandon
& disarray of Jackson Pollack,
equally beguiling disciplined
skills as in classically baroque
airs of Antonio Vivaldi,
'midst the wonderment and
wanderlust of a child,
I'm awe inspired & unfurled betwixt
your captivating demeanor
He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.
A doll so rigid stiff and straight,
she had to have a pedestal
just to support he couture’s weight!
Her fashions were incredible.
Her essence was molded plastic.
Her hair and eye color unique.
Her formal wear was fantastic,
fairly fashioned of worthy pique.
Each doll distinct in color and dress.
A favorite, a darked-haired beauty.
Her frock of emerald finesse,
not just another frail cutie!
A collection long lost to time
as is each chenille pipe cleaner.
I cherish moments of their prime,
and their glamorous demeanor.
That bridge so named uncertainty
stands waiting ~ there appall
the risk of sure identity
to face from God , His Call!
The inches, not extremity
that size demeanor small
does raise its height, infinity
to leave, and do, and fall!
That highest point, the pinnacle
may not agree with all,
as present unanimity
does sense the matters stall!
A solid Faith religiously
sees conflict as recall
and raises with proclivity
the choice to change install!
Frost is a fashionable folkway
Rather resented by Reason.
Offish, often obtuse
Snippy, snooty, sometimes sour
Terse, temperamental
written May 12, 2018
Don’t you see how much it hurts?
Suppressing a part of me?
So you can be comfortable?
It isn’t like changing shirts,
easy, peasey, one, two, three,
fit into a neat label.
Shall I cut my heart in thirds?
Feed the offensive to birds,
and sooth the rest words?
Can’t you see how much it hurts?
Murdering a part of me?
So you can stay comfortable?
The very moment I experienced her attitude, she lifted me to quite an altitude.
Her perfumed demeanor and composure, was to me an extreme exposure.
It all started with a gorgeous walk..then followed a talk.
Her dimpled smile walked it's way persuasively through me, leaving me helpless obviously in the hands of an empress.
Intoxicated by her interrogations I was, rendering me drunk to be frank.
"Who wouldn't wish for this fish to be an everlasting dish?"
I continue to reminisce, as I miss a Miss in a metaphoric mess.
I was reasonable and had no grudges for anybody.
I had the option to put the past nibbled quickly.
At the point when I meet my foe, I welcome him.
Praises are an auspicious remedy to the opposing team.
I'll be cheerful leastwise, for the man I scorn.
Whenever neared my heart with calm deference tone.
Written: November 11, 2021
That bridge so named uncertainty
stands waiting, there appall,
the risk of sure identity
to face from God, His call!
The inches not extremity,
that size dimension small,
does raise its height ~ infinity
to leave and do and fall!
That highest point, the pinnacle
may not agree with all,
as present unanimity
does seize the matter's stall!
A solid Faith religiously
sees conflict as recall
and raises with proclivity
the choice to change install!
Her look said much thou she in essence hid a lot
Her look had an accusation that did set me aback
Her manner one of one in great internalized turmoil
Her demeanor said she has been thru pretty much
It was plain and apparent she needed to find someone
Not just a solid shoulder to lean on that at the moment
I offered a hug that offers a reprieve but not yet near
Near enough for what she is desperately seeking be-love?
Is it that someone who will appreciate her un swayed?
Neigh seeking what she has to offer and non-judgmental
She prays but not with words that she will meet one
Who is like her in demeanor and compliments her
One who will swear by the stars and believe in her
Love will sure find her she believes and she is so ready
Her eyes linger on mine seeking me out and bidding
Bidding her time in the hope and knowledge that
We two are star struck star-seeds seeking out for more
More than what the lay can offer much more and yet more
She does a little dance with little motivation and no energy
I promise silently I will find you but as at this moment cheri
I have a performance to finish on this dais you see me on
I then do go on with my performance but leave not my mind
Does she I know that later on I will find her and get to know her
Better hopefully fate has blown the right one my way this time thou'
Maybe just maybe cud it be she is the one my happily ever after luv
Maybe fairly tales do come true and a damsel in distress that av met
May just become the Cinderella to love happily ever after till eternity
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prickle pin point, thus the dark jade jagged, reaps under circumference of green, and red,
dead, beyond to eye, brick by bricks, and in these shapes, lay lines adjacent to usual
format,scat trimmings of adultery within propaganda, beheaded by knowledge, green peace
come again, is that not why your here? squares to rectangles mingle with parallelograms,
yet remain and refrain from structure do you well? tell the children about the sap tree...
make sure mom knows region by trial, and closer with truancy
enter the pendulum and count asbestos by hand
sprinkling sneezes and "alma-matter" cancer
as falling down up by wind only, watch your fall
rock never knew an up day
Life is a matter of compulsion,
Don't wonder with frustration.
Script is with the boss of creation,
It is written in succession.
Entry and exit have got fixation,
Without any time dilation.
No matter take precautions,
Hope for some concessions.
Righteousness in your actions,
With a given fixed situation,
May create a rigid differentiation.
A problematic life is a gift of creation,
It has got God's authorisation.
You should feel lucky for this selection,
Congratulations for this promotion.
Do justice to it with proper execution,
It is the best possible option.
At last you get appreciation,
At the end of your completion.
Life becomes a devotion,
Without any exemptions.
What prepares your usurpations?
One more juncture of this person.
An individual who is rising
Misery is not too far off.
Shaking?
No odds, elderly friend.
You withdrew quite a while in the past.
Going in reverse on the scar.
Draining from the spine to the front!
I'm wearied of my own self.
And substantially slain from despair.
I was effectively let down.
And concede my responsibility.
As yet, I befall a cruel pundit of myself.
Signally on this spot, I am at long last.
Despite the injuries
I gain the height of a lance!
What were your suspicions?
Face in hassle.
In his authentic demeanor.
Something is devouring inside of me.
Otherwise, I have no chance of diverting it off.
Written: March 15, 2022