Best Manners Poems

You had me oblivious to your antics, 
as you hushed me tenderly by the creek 
into your hide and seekable 
soul-surrendering secret relief. 
There, you...

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If people suffer in truth at our hands
with ill education and manners
Then we turn on them spitting words
casting stones of hate
blame them as a menace...

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trying to do
the things I adore
where did my hours all go

sometimes for hours
I work on a poem
what do I have to show

counting my carbs
and calories...

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I know that I’m not perfect, just go and ask me wife.
At times she’s kind of said - I’m the bane of her life,
but on...

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Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few 
Bad and ugly times, we both admit at times...

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"Shopping List"

Sister Kathy's going shopping and she's asked me for my list,
Needing LOTS of help, so I could not her, resist...

I have a Shopping List...

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The moon was neither full, nor was it not
She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night
The waves lapped the shore
As a gentle breeze streaked...

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Social Media is raving about my seafood haven.
Any ocean gift you wish is on my menu list.
It is known for chocolate bliss in any form...

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Eileen was born 80 1/2 years ago
on the first day of winter on the ground a bit of snow
with a twinkle in her eyes and...

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I sat for a meal in Kuwait
The flies came in hordes on my plate
The soup, they decided
To drink, uninvited,
Bad manners is something I hate!

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So You think the Toupee is Smart
An Orange little Toddler
Who Thought it was cool
To Hate People Who were Different
And Tweets without manners or rules

Where did...

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If I do this then this will happen.
That's the way it goes.
Though why some fail to learn this,
The Good Lord only knows.

Some people fail to...

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Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the ones today.
When little girls wore such beautiful clothes.
Decades before jeans and running shoes.
Curled hair, pretty bows and we had...

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Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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