Best Etiquettes Poems

( while taking a tour through those poems readers are requested to keep in their hands,  a
feather from the pea-cock’s tail )

Volga - 1 

there might have been some provocation 
on the part of the  rat’s bible  

it is not known when...

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Being a child, there were some little dreams I saw
In every dream, there was success, with strength and flaws
In every dream, there was a new purpose, a new smile
In every dream, there was a unique happiness, a new life


But now I can see the last...

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By evening five we started ,
Our christmas shopping activities. 
My wife on the lead, her purse full.
Me appreciating her choices elegantly;
Kevin, Andrea supporting my task ,
Our activities ended by nine.
tired we, wanted to sit and relax,
“How about a cool drink? “, my wife.
“Yes, Yes, we...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which his better elders
Did most insist he was thereby taught.
Reinforced throughout...

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When I was a child along with my cousins we listen to heroic tales about our ancestors and in someway the mill was always mentioned. So we went to discover these EPIC Historic site. A glance of paradise The All Heaven -we were in heaven-...

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There are all sorts of pupils in my class
Class management is becoming a nightmare each day

There is Shakespeare in my class
When asked questions he talks in riddles and proverbs

I have Ronaldo in the front seat
Once in class he kicks dusters and chalk all over the...

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After a long discussing
With 
Emily
Spiced with 
Empirical
Etiquettes
She said,
“Send me something
For the sake of friendship.”

The time I got
Home
I opened the
Oxford
Dictionary
To clear the 8 words up
For fairness
I paged
96 pages
Of WOMAN SPYCHOLOGY,
71 pages
Of 
WOMAN SPIRITUALITY,
SEX, AND RELATIONSHIP
Hell!
I did not find 
Something that 
Looks like
“for the sake of friendship”!
In...

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When a tree dries  
It becomes like a plea 
Of a mannerless woman.

Roots feed and sustain 
The entire tree and branches;
And its leaves, long or short.

Such a dry tree
Stands alive while dead;
Its roots are uprooted.

The entire tree becomes lifeless
Its branches have dried up
And its...

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"Apologizing never means you are right and the other person is wrong, it means you value the relationship more than your ego."

Believe me or not, a genuine sorry has those healing powers which can cure the wounds of even a bleeding heart.

So if you've hurted...

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I hate colons, 
Semi-colons, 
Commas, 
All the dots, 
The street’s dashed and bold lines 
The formal and informal 
Business and love letters, 
And what worsens my stomach pain, 
The civilized patterns, 
Motifs, 
And jokes and dilemmas. 

I hate it all 
I hate to list, 
Lay...

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Too many questions 
Came to my mind, 
And rushed against my veins 
Like ocean’s bubbles 
Surfacing with hopes 
To catch the last tropical rain. 

Why is love not for everyone? 
Like the sunshine reaching 
All beings 
Like the sea’s waves, 
Reaching all virgin shores 
Why...

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The rains speak to me
Let the torrents wash along
Questions unasked
Sometimes
The words of the Old Man ring
Constant
Let the mountains speak
Let the winds howl
Timidly, I lap at waters
Tamed savages sip savagely from behind
Cages made of glass
Etiquettes and bestiality
Woven into
Golden urns
Whose contents are black ashes!...

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Free your lips
From the daily etiquettes
And the charm of ancient veils
Do not run away
No one runs after drawing ones fate
Did you ever see 
The sea running away from its tides
And hiding behind the shores.

Take off your veil
And your rings
And the Indian henna
You may not need...

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I nurse a dream of being a poet
Writing like Frosts, Shakespeares and Poes
Yet each glance at old works of poets
Sees my tall dream standing on its toe

Reading the lines so old and new
I marvel at arts which sweet words paint 
How so subtle their sharp...

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Too many questions 
Come to my mind
And rush against my veins
Like the ocean’s bubbles

Why love is not for everyone? 
Like the sunshine reaching 
All beings
Like the sea’s waves, reach all virgin shores
Why love is not like 
Water
Bread 
Wine
Like an enfant water stream
Come from a titan...

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