Best Manors Poems
There was An Old Women in This Shoe...
She had so many Children that it felt just like A Zoo.
She taught Them love,read poetry,and books...
They choose anger,hatred, and would not even look.
She taught Them reading,arithmetic,and writing...
They chose pain,aggravation,and dynamic fighting.
She Taught Them to Be Honest,truthful,never to fib or lie???
They chose words with devious vulgar meanness and demise.
She made Them scrap books with animals and art work of every kind.
They chose alcohol,drugs,Drug Dealers,and misery;Why???
She married a disease She knew not of its' severity or how to beat...
These Children All adopted it and low and Behold became rather weak.
She resort to teaching Them how to Pray to God and have Mercy.
How They forgot Her,All Their Manors,and those taught curtsies.
She would still Pray for Them to Her very last Days smothered By Kids.
You know;They came in All Sizes;Big,Medium,and small Bids.
Oh How She would Say,"Please For The Sake of God!!!
She happens to Be Gone In there live now...
As Precious as Her words were...
They still Haven't heard Her and just nod.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-20-2014
Categories:
manors, absence, children, conflict, crazy,
Form:
Narrative
Displacement
_______________ = Velocity
Time
An equation with little importance
A lesson taken in physics class
But, something the physics teacher said made deep thoughts emerge
He said: “TIME goes on and never stops”
Places are visited and memories are cherished
Pictures are taken and smiles are captured
Walls embrace stones of reminiscence
TIME passes by, wishes are made, and we are enraptured
Age secretly whips pieces of our memory
Eyes narrow to symbolize remembrance
Then, we believe those pieces are lost
And our good TIMES vanished
These are nothing but mere ploys
Played by our mind
For those memories are at the back of our heads
Ready to appear whenever you, dear reader, want
To me,
T ales tune temperate
I dioms idealize indigenous innuendos
M ajestic mnemonics mollify memoirs
E xistence ends, Eternity endures ecstasy
Remember, dear passenger, that you are the leader
Lead TIME to the pleasant manors
Show TIME the warmth of what is within itself
Reveal the secret of importance to every second in TIME…
“Time is like a river. You can not touch the same water twice, because the flow that has
passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment in life…” –Anonymous
Categories:
manors, adventure, happiness, history, hope,
Form:
Lyric
When she smiles the whole world lights up for her smile brightens up the world
when she is around all those around her has a brighter day for she is a very
wonderful person.My mother could make anyone think when she was around
them for she always would listen to anything they ha to say for she never new a
stranger.Those who needed help knew they could turn to my mother for the help
they needed for she was always there even in hard times and good times she
was always there.When she needed help all came to her side to help for they
knew she was there for them and now when she needed someone they could
return the favor.Her smile was always very bright and full of life and always warm
she could turn the worst day into a good one no matter what it took.All those who
knew her always had a good word for my mother they never sad bad things about
her or my father and when they came around they always minded there manors
and was always very polite they always said mam and yes mam and no mam
they always had good and kind words for my mother and my father for that is
what my folks showed them.The wait my mother smiled made you want to smile
yourself for it was one of them smiles you could not look at and smile yourself.
For it was warm and so full of life and all those who seen her wanted to smile
with her she was a very warm and loving person. when you read this i hope it
shows you that no one on earth can go without a smile so when you meet people
on the road of life give them a smile and show them that no matter what everyone
needs to smile.So always wear a smile on your face for like they say a smile a
day keeps the Doctor away plus keep smiling for it makes the boss wonder what
you are up to.When you go through life with a frown and all that no one wants to
be around you for they know you are a sour puss and they want no part of you.
Categories:
manors, family, passion, people, mother,
Form:
Classicism
As we walk through life forget all the hard times,
we remember what we were taught,
and how hard our parents fought,
for us to live the lives they couldn't ever imagine to have.
We walk through this world with a few good friends,
a shelter, and a god given plan.
to be the best we can, no matter how hard,
to make the right moves, as we walk through the dark.
As we walk through the trials of pain and defeat,
we soon realize, it takes more to be beat,
we built up our guards, and made up the walls,
so what's stopping us, from moving on through it all.
We walk through this life, with love in our hearts,
a notion of what love is, but never a real sense of how it starts,
we fight for our passions, others break down our walls,
we let everything go, just to give a person our open arms.
Because, as we go through this world,
all its hardships and trials,
we learned our ways, our manors,
and walked the long miles,
to get to a place, where we can finally lay down our heads,
open our hearts, stop our motionless hands,
and rest in the dark.
Categories:
manors, faith, life, love, people,
Form:
Free verse
Mothers love us near and far
Yes indeed they set the bar so high
They nurse us up strong so we see why
She teaches us that we all need to get along
They teach us right from wrong
Mothers teach us to read and write
She even teaches us to stick up for our rights
They love us day and night
Even when we sometimes put up a fight
She teaches us manors and to sit up straight
Mothers, here and there they are so great
They send us off to school to get smart
Teaching us she is never far apart
Mothers look out for us like the sun kisses the sky
She wipes the tears from our eyes
Telling us we will be ok as it will pass by
She is always there in our darkest hours
Like a meteor shower,
Mothers love will light up your life so bright
With this amazing power day and night
Mothers teach us to trust in God
To keep us safe when we are abroad
Knowing God will fix any of our flaws
Mother gets concerned
When she never hears from you at all
They love us even when we fall
Mothers love us when we are big or small
When we hear them call
It's like a beautiful waterfall
That wraps around me
Like a warm soft shawl
Above all MOM
I want you to know
You're the most loving mom of all
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
MAY GOD BLESS YOU
ON THIS SPECIAL DAY
I KNOW YOU WILL NEVER BE FAR AWAY
Categories:
manors, care, childhood, faith, family,
Form:
Rhyme
I may not have all the riches galore,
Or stand laced in diamonds that drape to the floor,
I may not be built, like the girl in your dreams.
Or bare the manors your mother would teach.
I may not have money to spend at my will,
Or time to waste ,just 4 the hell.
I may not cook as good as you,
But you"ll know I tried, take outs good too.
I never stopped earning all I have gained.
I'm willing to share with you just the same.
I may not be perfect just honest & true.
All that I have baby,I offer you.
Categories:
manors, caregiving, devotion, family, food,
Form:
Romanticism
I dreamed a dream so vivid and true
Lucid, this magical woman just happened to be you.
Offered hand, selfless as you embraced my fears
Kindness overwhelmed which led to my tears.
Still apprehensive, how thoughtful you are
You cherished me, as much as I cherish a falling star.
Blessed and valued by your eternal embrace
With you, all my problems, now I can face
Feeling your tenderness as we fly up high
Warmth from your heart, tears parched as I cry
Why do you care so? Encased with your affection
Adoration for all, good or bad, no-one feels rejection
How you shine, you hold the key to humanity
Civility to all, how your honesty led me to Christianity
Pure sincerity from your soul, an amazing grace
Polite, moral manors that is needed in the human race
Now I must leave and wake to the bitter land
I found respect from my dream, like you, I’ll offer my hand
Spreading the word, that graciousness to all is pure love
Hand in hand to a peaceful place, that’s the dream from up above.
I love you Nan, thank you for your inspiration
With your help from heaven, I’ll carry on with my salvation
You gave me the number nine to be a Humanitarian
Knowing how people will turn against this, the contrarian.
Categories:
manors, hopedream, dream, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I am without.
Without all of the usual things,
the expected warm hug,
the desired good praise.
Without any set of traditional values,
a sailors mouth took place of lady like manors.
Without hand-me-down lullabies,
or good eating habits,
no picture book story to tell of the past.
Without basic skills to properly vent,
a complete lack of dreams to drive me forward in life.
Without documentation that you were once there,
to hold my hand in the dark,
to make me aware.
Without credit to give you for the lessons I’ve learned,
countless hours of television did that one for you.
I guess I should thank you for material things,
and cash money that measured the value of love.
Alas, one more thing before I forget,
you did teach me how to ride a bike,
that concept is clear.
This one carries moreover one spare regret,
when I cried and screamed no! don’t let go,
like an obligation you almost appeared relived to release me,
then turned and mistook the moment for job well done.
I am without reason to ever come back,
when you let go I kept going,
and should not have looked back.
Without motivation to give second chance.
Without correct calculations to second chances wasted.
These were my memories you tainted and soiled,
was it revenge of some sort,
what did I do.?
I am without appreciation.
Without good things to say.
Without proper ability to show how I feel.
Without concern or care for consequences that I’ve earned.
Without belief in myself that I am worthwhile.
For without a father, what does it matter.. .. .. ..”
Categories:
manors, angst, childhood, father, me,
Form:
Well my Skinbob,had an employment trial,in which we think ok
she got another callback,a chance to earn more pay
she really is a grafter,and manors so polite
i think the boss should take her on, a decision will be right.
It will make a differance,in our everyday life
and we can save for the day,when she can be my wife.
With my disability,i would stay at home
to do the cooking and the chors,a chance to be alone
We have never been apart for long, in all our time together
but, it will prove,i think will bond the strenghth forever
although we feel this way already, a chance to stretch our wings
and no scrimping or scraping to whatever brings.
Categories:
manors, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Update of "A Litany in Time of Plague"
by Michael R. Burch
THE PLAGUE has come again
To darken lives of men
and women, girls and boys;
Death proves their bodies toys
Too frail to even cry.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
Tycoons, what use is wealth?
You cannot buy good health!
Physicians cannot heal
Themselves, to Death must kneel.
Nuns’ prayers mount to the sky.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
Beauty’s brightest flower?
Devoured in an hour.
Kings, Queens and Presidents
Are fearful residents
Of manors boarded high.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
We have no means to save
Our children from the grave.
Though cure-alls line our shelves,
We cannot save ourselves.
"Come, come!" the sad bells cry.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!
Categories:
manors, death, depression, fear, funeral,
Form:
Verse
Beginning Again
David J Walker
I am the crumpled shirt
Ignored on the back floor
of your closet
I am the good idea
that became your
Lost cause
occasional thought then
Forgotten again and again
I am the misremembrance
Of a past love
with a silver locket
a place to keep my name
Lost in a forgotten jewel box
I am minding my manors and
Mending my fences
I am beginning to
Think about
Beginning again
Categories:
manors, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
Your long, flowing branches
harmoniously flow across the acres,
a visual landmark in your arena.
You have provided generations
a reprieve from the harsh climate,
a playground for babes,
a private picnic for new lovers.
You have graced the lanes of stately manors.
Human atrocities have been
comitted upon your boughs.
You have seen many summers pass
and seasons change,
and you have overcome them all.
You carry an ecology all your own.
You are a miracle of God
only to be brought down
by tempestuous children
named Katrina and Gustav.
Categories:
manors, natural disasters
Form:
Free verse
My hometown, my lost friend,
Thank you for greeting me once again,
at a time when we both are lost.
When I wander your streets,
you also wander within me,
weaved into my thoughts.
Winding down to your core,
to the oldest part of you,
I finally remember your last hug.
I left you in chase of dreams,
but the silence of your smooth brick walls
always called me back, haunting me to recall my origin.
Do you remember when I climbed up your bosom?
Swept up to your canals on the rustle of your voice in the wind?
I remember cycling up streets of yours,
through rows of antiquated shops,
the vast green fields coming into view.
I stretched on your arms and legs to the sand hills,
where your voice blew fainter than a whisper.
Your vast cemetery is a reminder of where we stand in relation.
And how in death, you hold us tight against your bosom still.
I know that your greens and parks are like your dreams.
And your slums, your plazas, are your nightmares.
How granite manors, dilapidated ruins of industry,
slums, and cafes dot your skin harmoniously.
Now I glance your history over thick stone railings.
Modernity to your face makes you sad,
an unclouded glimpses of your ancient face cries,
and I’m here to wipe your tears.
Your hug brings back my pleasures.
Some are darkened subconscious – like late nights walks,
embedded in drunken haze, winding to romanticism of my youth.
Others are gracefully vivid, the walks through the mango gardens,
holding my father’s hand, and dreaming of unknown world.
Now winding down to your core, to the oldest part of you,
I finally remember your name.
It rolls off my tongue like the sound plucked strings off a harp.
It is there that I know who you were.
It is then that your message –
– brings me peace in its clarity once more.
You are like the rediscovery of an old photograph –
bringing me peace in its clarity once more.
You are the city that made me,
and to who I owe my fondest memories.
Heed that I am older now,
I walk a shorter pace and sleep a longer hour.
Beautiful women in spring, in the sun,
only bring nostalgic sorrow to my heart,
I long to find you one last time,
My hometown, my lost friend.
Categories:
manors, absence, allegory, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
The preachers are collecting monies,
many times more than once
during the holy Mass on Sunday.
Jesus has thrown the money changers
from the Temple, telling them -
what did you do of my father's house.
Money does not belong to God.
It belongs to Caesar.
Even Stock Market is closed on Sundays.
God was born and resurrected in the cave,
but his servants live in the manors,
in their castles, demanding alms
from the poorer than they.
Shameless preachers of the mammon.
Categories:
manors, religion,
Form:
Free verse
B asking in the morning sun,
E njoying that the school years done,
A bsorbing the vast, crystal, blue sky,
C leansing water from the ocean rushes by,
H anging on to every sound,
B orrowing in the sand that’s all around,
L uscious strawberry’s, grapes and a peach,
A n astounding day at the beach,
K indly I help put lotion on a woman’s back,
E ven on the beach my manors are still intact,
T hen suddenly dark clouds quickly move in,
B efore I make it to the board walk the rain begins,
I do not seem to even mind,
N othing is better than a shower, in this heat, at this time,
G oing towards the car I start to dance,
O verwhelmed with joy, I continue with a pitter-patter prance.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
manors, happiness, nature, seasons,
Form:
Acrostic