Best Polite Poems
We say polite words everyday,
When at home, school and when we play;
They’re like magic bear-hugs on air,
Everyone feels our love and care.
Say, “good morning, good afternoon,”
Greetings are day’s blessings and boon;
“Excuse me” when we leave the room,
“May I” in the most courteous tone.
“Thank you” if we received something,
With our smile is the sweetest thing;
“You’re welcome” is our warm response,
“I’m sorry” for wrong things we’ve done.
We say polite words everyday,
When at home, school and when we play;
We are good kids of mom and dad,
We’re dear children of Loving God.
We’re good kids saying polite words...
We’re the hope of our brighter world.
April 3, 2023 7.36pm
©Leonora G. Galinta
8 syllables/line
I'll try to make the melody on my vacation from school
for my future use.
Children Sing to Rhyme
Contest Judged: 4/7/2023 10:41:00 AM
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Place 2 (up to 4 multi-w)
Today, I got into a Polite Fight
Over the last Wonder Woman night-light
"Oh, its yours," I insisted,
She demurred, I resisted,
Until I gave in and let her be right!
4/8/18
Fingers toy with my nearly worn out bank card.
Not too confident, I hold onto my nerves, hard.
Ahead, petty items in her trolley hold me slowed.
The cashier stops, lengthily examining a bar code.
I glance around at the growing queue, blindly.
I bump into him, behind me, and I apologize kindly.
I let him precede me, my morals climbing high.
He hesitates with three items, as if not sure which to buy.
I tend him a basket which he aloofly ignores.
Disconcerted, my eyes divert to the store's doors.
The cashier waits for the cash, visibly well trained.
He fishes in a pocket then empties another, unrestrained.
Some coins roll and find the cashier’s impatient fingers.
But she waits with smile fixed as he lingers.
At last he finds his notes, all bundled.
His shaking hands proudly tug one crumbled.
He peers at it and slowly returns it back to place.
Another he places, unsure, in hand tended with grace.
Suddenly he pulls it back, deciding it was not the right one!
Now this, he checks carefully; it is a larger one.
He gave it away, not looking very happy.
The cashier’s patience is waning, visibly.
But she amounts the cash and helps him as he packs.
Then he gets annoyed as his long bread roll cracks.
He halts and decides to break it into three; it goes into the bag.
The cashier turns with a bright smile to a queue in lag!
Positivity presents polite poses,
Parties pave productive pathways,
Problems pass, pain pauses,
Practical perspective proves purposeful.
People practice perseverance,
Population produces powerful partnerships,
Peace prevails.
Losers
Do you waver. are you shy?
When they look at you
do their eyes imply:
"We'll have to make do"?
Do you doubt your reasons,
suspect your goals,
commit self-treason
defer to trolls?
Are you always too reflective?
Are all your victories retrospective?
Do you try to do what's right
and end up being too polite?
Take heart then, don't despair!
Remember losers, everywhere,
it's within the infinite power of thought
to prove conclusively the winners are not.
so we pass the push one for english
talking to the internet in private as we may be recorded
get your ass here sweet we have a problem
found in a garden three fences away no guilt to me
and you on long island told me I was the best to get things moving
with soft language and asking what you ate for breakfast
Four Ugly Colored Kittens
Often Fight Fatigue
Sugar Honey Iced Tea
Helps Everything Any Day
Darn Umpire Misjudged Ball
Can't Understand Normal Thinking
Gary Only Dreamed Darla Answered Mail Now
As She Started Having Other Liaisons Earnestly
Wearing my best dress,
Stirring tea with a fine spoon,
I will mind my manners well
And be a success.
Tonight I adore the moon
While my disappointments swell.
Everyone will smile
A proper sociable grin
And ask about each other.
All will speak awhile
About how great time has been
And who is now a mother.
We used to wear jeans
And disdain the grown-up ways.
We sought out different lives.
Now it surely seems
Reaching our own grown-up days
Reveals us as standard wives.
Teenage malcontent
Seeks a newer, better world
Than what modern adults view.
Seems teenage time spent
Grows a woman from the girl
Who conforms to ways held true.
My mom has eyes like a hawk.
They‘re in the back of her head.
In town, she told me not to gawk.
I followed down the path she led.
We saw a tiger wearing skates
I stared and saw her scowl!
There was a basket full of snakes.
Still she glared a look most foul!
We watched a ferret playing dead
I laughed and thought she’d faint.
When I petted the eagle’s bald head
she tapped her foot in complaint.
We spied a coyote wearing boots
and I smiled a big wide grin.
Amid the monkeys howls and hoots,
she warned me once again.
We heard the cry of the muted owl
and when I ventured forth to see
the warning I had heard her growl
stirred a sudden fear in me.
We passed many a strange sight,
and I could not help but look.
She told me it was impolite.
That was the last trip we took.
21 September 2022
Garden pond, Koi play
cats paw strokes water surface
fish respond, wave back
Be Not Afraid
Life’s full of real mysteries and unending challenges,
yet, never despair, rather always be resolute and bold.
At times, some people in varied situations, always
thrive on playing to the certain fears of other people.
Sad to say, it just seems that some people want to be
“Human Creatures,” vice being polite “Human Beings.”
What to do? Do nothing. The actions of those who want
to be rude and nasty reflect the reality of who they are.
Being kind, well-mannered, and always polite does, in
fact, play positively to the “Better Angels of Our Nature.”
In the end, it all turns out to be truly a personal choice
concerning the type of person that one wants to be.
Choose wisely, I say, for the human experience is rife
with those who torment others and are always rude.
A swift and sure judgment at the end of “Life’s Run”
awaits those who are like this, and so, Be Not Afraid!
And remember that some true version of “Dante’s Inferno”
may truly await those who choose to be Human Creatures!
For them, I say, “Good Luck” dodging those hellish flames!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 9, 2020 (Didactic)
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Presented Polite Priest To Our Parish
There are many things that poems can contain;
Fragrant flowers which will flow in a spring rain;
Sky full of clouds and mountain top with snow,
While across some wide sea wind would blow.
Heard a polite priest who we love in our parish;
Could give great sermon which we will cherish;
And should see him walking down a long aisle;
Done smoothly and graciously with much style.
In many ways, himself he did seem to involve;
All of our spiritual problems was able to solve;
We also have heard that he is well educated;
His main concern is to make others motivated.
Naturally of course we know his greatest goal,
Is always to make us whole and save our soul;
God did gave us exactly who we had desired;
He was the pleasant person who we had hired.
Jim Horn
Pardon me,
Could I slip past?
There's something I'd like to see.
Sorry I don't move too fast.
Yes, that is a lovely blue.
It really brings out my eyes.
It cost twice that when it was new.
May I see if the plane still flies?
Would you take less for this pin?
The furniture is quite a steal.
I hate to ask to pass again,
Yard sale bargains, what a deal.
When I rob banks, the tellers panic with fright.
But I'm not a mean thief, I'm always polite.
When I demand money from the tellers, I always say please.
So far I'm a crook that the Police haven't been able to seize.
One bank teller was a man who wore a wig and a dress, he was a Transvestite.
The jerk severed my pinky finger when he grabbed my hand and gave it a bite.
I was way too polite to shoot him for it.
I grabbed my finger and as I drove to the hospital, I decided to floor it.
Right now I'm in Kansas and I'm robbing a bank in the town of Wichita.
The Cops just walked in, I'm finally going to be apprehended by the Law.
I'm so polite that I've never been able to be tough.
I'm crying like a baby as the Cops slap on the cuffs.
(This is a fictional poem)