Best Well Behaved Poems
Gentle, the soul of one
not fearful
connection, with beast and the mild
to tame, it has been done
yes, mindful
of its hunger, call of the wild
Tender, heart of the free
still amazed
at respect given, by large beast
tame, the roar instantly
well behaved
not at all frightened, in the least
Patient, one in control
spellbinding
this companionship of the King
tame, a beautiful soul
so caring
calms the sea, one that is willing
~ Lingering thoughts ~
What can be tamed, Shall be
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Form of Poetry (Tri-fall)
Categories:
well behaved, appreciation, courage, love, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
I fork my medium rare steak
And put it into my mouth
Everything is settled and nice
The evening could not be better
My husband insists I say the prayer
After all, he hasn’t the tongue to speak
I whisper, “God was never there”
And I listen for the slightest shriek
But like God, they are all silent
In unison of emptiness
The little ones eat so little these days, dear
With their silly ipods and cellphones
Daddy will agree in drones
They’re useless little pigs…
All of my children are so quiet
So well behaved—SILENT
You are so well behaved tonight…
I eat them all raw and stare
Daddy always wanted me to say the prayer
But without you…without you there
The evening could not be better
You useless Pig…
Categories:
well behaved, death, depression, fear, life,
Form:
Free verse
Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange
my Christmas gift of a mail order bride.
Surely she would lighten my hard work load,
help with the children and spousal demands.
She can be pretty or favor a toad
as long as it’s English she understands.
I fail domestic perfection with house,
Mom affection with little ones each day
and attending His Lordship, my own spouse,
because my to-do list stays in the way.
Again, this may seem most unorthodox
but this is me thinking outside the box.
I know that you must judge, weigh and ponder
if I was a well-behaved girl this year:
I tried leaving home for the far yonder -
my car died before even driveway clear;
I lace my morning coffee with brandy;
hide my husband’s tickets to pro baseball;
stuff chips under chairs when comes Priest Andy;
I oft ignore my children when they call;
sometimes I name dust bunnies on our floor;
sarcasm is my first go to coping tool;
I cheat at cards when adding up my score;
and June just past, I peed in a pal's pool.
I work hard without reward all day long,
so sometimes, yeah, I get this life all wrong.
I wish to remember why I am here;
recall romantic love that started all.
I could succeed if I had a wife-peer
helping with spousal gall and toddler brawls.
I want more than bathtubs layered with dirt
and stinking trash bordering on a spill.
Let someone else produce an ironed shirt
and seek deep sleep as an ambitious thrill.
I want memories of kids where I smile
and husband conversations standing still.
I seek family love to feel worthwhile
lest I seek happy docs with happy pills.
One or both of us can wed my wished bride,
just, please, Santa, in my favor decide.
... CayCay
Written: December 28, 2017
Contest - I Want Christmas Poems
Categories:
well behaved, christmas, funny, proposal, romantic
Form:
Sonnet
I once awoke into a dream
And there I saw a sight.
Adrift, a draft of Daffodils
Breezed on a hard day's night.
Still looking up and at the sky,
A Dandelions nest,
Shone down like rays of Buttercups
Alighting up my vest.
“Hello,” I bellied up to it.
And smiling like a wave,
Hoped hoping as I climbed inside
That it was well behaved.
Abound with hobnail boot astride
It turned and travelled on-
Until it reached another place
Where I had not come from.
“It's like a well know strangers face,”
I mused in thoughtish utter.
The one my Fatter used to wear
Before he ground my Mutta.
Then leaping like a jumping bean,
I landed open eyed,
And spied a sandy cobbled shore
where nothing did reside.
“How long,” I said, “have you been here?”
And in a mock reply,
It answered with a knowing look,
Then flew off on a pie.
Alone, I sat beside myself,
For company of course,
And listened while I hummed a song
In tones that made me hoarse.
And then, I swear, as fast as fast,
Beneath a sea of hands,
An orchestra of weeping fish
Grab grabbed me from the sands.
They sat me on a flying Whale
That soared beneath the sea,
And took me home to where he lived
To make us both some tea.
“Oh, what a lovely Plaice you have,”
I told him over grubber,
And with that, getting on all fours
He let me pull his udder.
“Please don't do that!” A Fishcake cried,
“You don't know where he's from.”
But having learned this lessen once
I noticed I had gone.
Categories:
well behaved, humor, humorous, nonsense, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
He’s what we call a trouble
And often not just one but double!
A hyperactive kid with label,
That reads he’s restless and unstable.
Be patient, give him needed space,
Though fast, he doesn’t win the race.
Shrewd and brave, a daredevil,
With low concentration level.
His frazzled mind needs to express
But often ordered to suppress.
Those random words he has to say
Will choose improper time and way.
Show your love and understanding,
What he does wrong is rather random.
It’s not you but him, who’s bothered,
Being brushed away by others.
Don’t get angry in frustration,
Offer extra stimulation,
Let brilliant fast spinning mind
Have territory to unwind.
You will achieve the best result-
Praise, compromise but don’t insult.
If reprimand - in decent terms,
Wondering eyes calm after storm.
Give him another chance to win,
Wish to be 1st – his biggest sin.
Your great reward – his happy smile
Stays in your heart, it is worth trying.
What doctors promised, all came true
Efforts paid off, your son outgrew.
Not long ago his worn-out label
Turned into well-behaved, and stable.
Categories:
well behaved, child,
Form:
Rhyme
The nurse ordered her to push, push, push
in her best proper voice
and linen balled in red fists knotted
and sweat falls from red face knotted
while Billy, head first, tugged and yanked by nurse's proper hands,
emerges, gently laid upon the blood soaked sand
motionless in the sulfur haze, almost well-behaved
amongst the rifle clatter and bewildered screams -
get down! get down! get down!
while Billy breathes slowly, undisturbed,
his eyes closed with new mom
gently caressing matted, cark curls,
her fingers, no longer knotted, extended,
Billy's tiny hands and infant fingers
grip the plastic ribbing
around the rifle barrel smeared in stickiness that flows out
from below Billy and onto sand, puddling, his lips chapped and parted,
suckling as new mom exhausted weeps
in relief of two arms and two legs and everything okay
as she holds him, hurting for him,
everything that might happen,
everything that will happen,
and she drifts off to slumber,
mother and child peacefully spent
in soft pretty colors
and the soft murmur of the television as the sedan
with government plates at the curb
and a Marine in dress blues (Oh, God) stands plastic in the doorway
and uses his best proper voice (Oh God, not Billy, Oh God)
to regretfully tell her,
and uses surprised hands to catch her when her legs
regretfully cannot hold her
and she sobs on the floor like a mother who outlived her son,
exhausted as the day Billy was born.
Screw this war.
Categories:
well behaved, angst, death, life, loss,
Form:
The morning broke pragmatically
As the warmth kissed the dew goodbye.
And the thunder clouds who haunted nigh
Had fled and left an open sky.
Where an aged thrasher voiced a song of love
That rained down from up on high.
The towered trees would cast their shade
As the Sun rose to melt the day.
And a breath of coolness came over me
To lead my soul astray.
And marvel at the many twigs and leaves
Still left from fall's decay.
A beguiling tiger lily lay at my feet
To mark its space from meddling spores.
And claim a right to live its life
As the victor of a callous Nature's wars.
But it brought me peace knowing of its bloom
Just like the day before.
A coppice wall stretched beyond the light
To give sense and realm to my domain.
And it served me well on weathered days
When subjected to a dreary sleeted rain.
But this pleasant morning would have none of that
So I had few reasons to complain.
A Man wavered at his assigned post
With a gaunt and haunting stare.
And mumbled tearfully as children do
Some long forgotten prayer.
But as to who and what the message was...
I was keenly well aware.
And the day wore on till night's first creep
With the laws of Nature well behaved.
But the thrasher still flew and spun its tune
Of a life so grand and brave.
And I took great comfort from its song of joy
As I lay peacefully in my grave.
The End
Categories:
well behaved, freedom, happiness, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
THANKSGIVING ON FOREIGN SOIL thanks
It was November of nineteen seventy
At an orphanage in Vietnam
A group of weary soldiers
Served a dinner so sublime
The orphans were excited
This was a first for them
The soldiers were delighted
Up to now, things had been grim
The smiles on the face of each child
Was a blessing to behold
They were well behaved, not wild
They never received a scold
Now forty nine years have flown by
But I will never forget
My Thanksgiving in Vietnam
It was my very best yet
thanks
30 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by Regina Riddle
Categories:
well behaved, appreciation, children, christian, november,
Form:
Rhyme
Milly and Her Teddy Bear
There is a girl with bright blue hair
Who has a much loved teddy bear
He is her best friend in the world
In his arms she is oft times curled.
Her pretty name is Milly Mae
Milly and teddy play all day
He listens to her hopes and dreams
And her most adventurous schemes.
The hair is just a wig for sure
An aspect of dress-up allure
Milly is who she cares to be
A character from a story.
Teddy watches over role plays
Milly he does support always
To teddy she's a super star
As sweet as honey in a jar.
Sometimes they laugh, it’s such a scream
That teddy almost splits his seams
At times they cry when things are sad
That brings cuddles from mom and dad.
Milly is just four years of age
A polite girl who’s well behaved
She always says please and thank you
The way that she’s been taught to do.
1st November 2022
*+*
Be Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
well behaved, childhood, friendship, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme
The master of my wolves was so trusty
and so very good at his job,
without him my pack, unmentored,
would have run wild, but they never did,
my packmaster had them well in hand.
I don’t know where they are now,
my canines that I loved so much,
they disappeared when he died
in the jaws of less civilised wolves,
not a well behaved unit like mine.
Mine might have left in disgust, not fear,
at that shamelessly savage new lot.
A pack that I’ve never seen
left only enough of my wolfmaster
that I knew that they were his remains,
but worse than his untidy remains
they left a note, callous, gloating.
‘Haha – We Ate Your Master Of Wolves –
Sincerely – The Wolves.’
I worry that they’ll huff and puff
and pick my front door lock
and consign me to the same fate
as my trusty master of canines,
I hear them at night, sometimes near.
I knew him well enough to know
that he was an excellent pack leader
and he was definitely the master
of my dearly loved wolves,
but I can’t account for those wolves.
8th November 2018
Categories:
well behaved, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Pour your heart into a prayer,
Praising Jesus – whose always there.
Lift your eyes to heaven, shouting,
His love will keep your soul from doubting.
Pour your light across the earth,
Rousing wonder brought by Jesus’ birth.
Breath joy into the skies with its laughing sun,
Considering this love meant for everyone!
Pour your song into a friend,
Assuring a bond that will never end.
Risk getting hurt by the faded night,
Listen to the adoring moon burning so bright.
Pour your faith into the One who saves,
Because of Him, we’ll all rise from our graves.
Believe in the miracle of His liberation,
He is the rock – the most beautiful foundation!
Pour your kindness into those in need,
It’s all about Jesus – every single good deed.
Know that with Him, there is always hope,
Without Him beside you, there is no way to cope.
Pour your blessings on those who know Him,
The reason for our most incredible hymn.
Faded beyond the shadows, glistening intently,
There is a promise, a wisdom sighing gently.
Pour your life into seeing souls saved,
Even though not all of us are well behaved…
Despite our sins – the failures and flaws,
Seeing sinners saved should be the Christian’s cause!
Categories:
well behaved, care, christian, faith, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
We did not choose Africa.
It chose us.
There's no Africa without us.
For a while
we thought the Berlin Conference
would change us, but
nothing changed us, not even
the colonial rituals you brought, not even
the whole Era of Apartheid, and the
plunder of our wealth.
We gave everything
and asked nothing in return.
We are cheap and very undemanding.
We are a well behaved and disciplined people,
with our lies and our smiles
and stories about our lives.
We did not know the meaning of gods
that men look like them despite appearances.
To learn about the world,
to discover the one we were deprived of,
we opened our innocence.
After so many prophecies
sweating and breathless and confused
our scattered souls are frozen.
Did you ever realize at all
what was happening to us?
You will find us again between the heart
and mind, where disgraced
we'll dance together again, but to a song
you and us would never choose to hear,
in the name of something new
and feel our fate in what we cannot know.
This is our Africa.
And we are present, the end
or beginning of humanity
feeding with the dead,
with you surrounding us
composing our world
We are it: it is us
whose beauty wavers with us
violated beyond all imagining
whose old wounds are scarred on our skulls
whose democracy lies in griefs and sorrows
clothed in institutionalized despair
we are perpetually reinventing time.
It is your turn now,
your turn to follow us.
There's no Africa without us.
Categories:
well behaved, africa, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form:
Free verse
I love my pet - ignore those who would scorn,
Question, my adoration proudly worn.
I can spill my guts freely without fear
Always here to listen yet will never sneer.
Where can you find this type of loyalty?
More than just my pet but like family.
He never does any tricks commanded,
Nor acts in ways to be remanded.
Always quiet, calm, always well behaved.
He never complains in bad weather braved.
Easy to care for, never a worry.
At times so proud my eyes teared and blurry.
Sleeps next to me lightly he is my rock!
Yes I repeat with pride he's my Pet Rock.
19~11~2014
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Pets
Categories:
well behaved, pets,
Form:
Sonnet
(ohw! ohw! ohwwwww!)
The wolves are out tonight.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.
Excited by, my first hallo
to stars and moon so bright.
Excited him allowing me,
to come out on this night.
Caref’ly, had I listened to,
the lessons that he gave.
In underground my classroom
had I sat and well-behaved.
Now here, amongst the shrubbery
my small heart pounding proud.
Near the husky voices of,
the wolves in packs so loud.
Silently, on hinds we rise,
with noses in the air.
Detecting in, which way they’ll path,
not tempting to go there.
Crossing the bridge at Hunters Lane;
father leading way.
And there, under the bright moonlight,
we scout our waiting prey.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.
Once home;
upon our rodent dish,
my first true trophy won.
Small eyes now flutter sleep.
My father heart so proud.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words.
I blow the candle out.
Categories:
well behaved, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Epic
i'd allowed you in again even thou my soul
was shattered god was quite displeased as you
hammered your dark fist against my rib cage
senseless i thought an yet you were forgiven again
even more than the last time i'd carefully packed
garments birth certificates and social security cards
while dripping tears and blood onto the blank pages
of my new residence a safe place chanted across
the empty lines then availibility how many beds
as we poured into the entrance the sign read safe
you are not alone an yet i'd left everything i was
centered in a room of over fourteen other women
quiet timid angry how we failed at making a male
happy within his own skin how he'd torn into us all
it was like the same man had beaten us all an yet
i knew only you calm cool collective when the cops
came taking you around the corner to cool off
where was i here in america why i was all races
all religions an yet i was harmed while the worse
part of my abuse was returning to my abuser
how you emptied me into silence covered in tears
black and blue an yet i missed you washing the bruises
with soft soap our children were shattered as i explained
daddy was ill he was sick he worked very hard to care
for us if we were more quiet well behaved he would
respond to our energy and love us deeply as deep
as i allowed myself to be abused this was america
oppression depression family ties became wrath
as i whispered he know's not what he does
we are loved as i planned a new home among strangers
an yet they were me i was all of these women a safe place
sorjournal truth home the harbor light inn the st angeline
christian center chaplins office the salvation army
cornerstone community outreach shelter the springs
outreach where was home in america as i embraced
you served you were ill you would someday change
abuse would become softer cycles will be broken
but here in the in this space in this place
and in this time you became plural that's all
as i soon became very small why i soon became safe
Categories:
well behaved, abuse, america, faith, home,
Form:
Dramatic Verse