Best Well Mannered Poems
You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to tear the world in two
As you safely stand
In your well-dressed land
Handing out ornate soliloquies
Like pennies
yet neglecting to understand
The poverty of agony
While my dark demeanor
is dismissed
I will burn buildings
If you insist
On painting glitter
over rage
On labeling my pain
a phase
An inconvenient rite, a blight
On your ladylike
well-mannered path
My wrists bleeding
As you correct my math
My words are not petty, not obscene
I am not a robot, not a machine
To defuse, deprogram or debug
Or merely lock away and shrug
In your placid belief
that compliance is peace
What is prison for
If not release?
When I am tumbling through
Unstable skies
And need a roof
To calm my eyes
Bring me more than
A structured reply
Just sit with me
And ask me why
6/24/22
Categories:
well mannered, anxiety, conflict, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
I took a brand new girlfriend to see ''The taming of the shrew''
She was a little apprehensive as we joined the queue
but I sensed that her humour, If anything was dry
and very soon her laughter, brought tears to her eyes.
If I be waspish, Best beware my sting
There's small choice in rotten apples, Were just her sort of thing
I'll not budge an inch and thereby hangs a tale
The bitter tongue of Katherine, How could such humour fail?
Petruchio I thank you, I whisper as we left the stalls
Escorting my date to the bathroom, To answer natures call.
Delighted when my date told me, Tonight had been a huge success
A useful thing for a man to know, When he's trying to impress.
Now its time for dinner, She is fancying Chinese
So I find that fancy restaurant , A gentleman trying to please
Then outside to the dance floor, Where we share the slowest dance
I hold her close as we move in tune, This is a fine night for romance .
The silver moon is shining accompanied by shimmering stars
We shared a kiss so tender in the front seat of my car .
I walked her to her front door and bade her a sweet goodnight
Being the perfect gentleman, Well mannered and polite .
She is now married to a friend of mine, They are happy and content
but she still remembers Shakespeare and the magic night we spent
So if you are looking for inspiration, Why not try a Shakespeare play
and like couples through the ages, You'll find he's just as magical today.
Categories:
well mannered, girlfriend,
Form:
Verse
Empty Glass
Stained
The house is empty.
The dogs...
are barking again.
This happens,
and.
It is left hanging there,
for a reason.
The word...
Says little and less,
when I have run out of breath,
to speak words that make sense.
Nothing is important,
worthwhile,
or pressing,
because my values;
have changed.
I am not responsible.
Not like I ever really was.
Oh sure, I was good at this and that,
right on time, all the time, on a dime.
Food was made, the house was clean,
my kids sparkled(maybe that was the dishes?),
and were well dressed(maybe that was the dog?),
well mannered and did there best
(the cat, the chickens?, the fish in the pond?),
even when they spun and screamed
and danced to unseen Light Beams. (autism)
My head hurt(s).
I believe, I need glasses.
But there will be less to see,
before the end,
as the side shows have only,
just started.
Working not one job but two.
A side business, and maybe selling stuff...
cast offs and things no one needed. (or wanted)
Jut to feed us,
and make sure the power stayed live.
Every day led to do more,
as if only;
the world jumped in the right direction,
turned on the right top,
or evil was set new rules...
by a force of will, which never happen(ed)(s).
Classes on living,
everyday skills,
lost on the young...
changed by definition into
old without lines.
The Eifel tower crumbled,
Lady Liberty lost her home,
and the fence proved to be too high,
to allow escape from a trapped relationship.
Sitting in the hall next to the cabinet,
where we kept the things that stopped...
intruders.
Telling me the world would be better without,
you, me, us...
You had a dream.
You said it was about killing me.
Then you said,
You wanted to tell me all about it.
I had to go get gas for the car,
in the middle of the night.
You said okay.
I left.
Categories:
well mannered, anti bullying, april, children,
Form:
Narrative
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
Have they gone suddenly silent, these yearlings tender lambs,
In the stilled quiet amongst the melting snows of winter,
The mountain fields run crimson, and an eerie stench oozing
Upon the winds of distain!
The cannibal lies within the forest of the towered halls,
In the giant fortresses of mankind, he does stalk amongst his own brethren,
No wolfed bite of treachery could leave such a mark of
Terror, as he the beast, whom would feast upon the raw flesh
Of his kindred kind!
A gentlemen chamleon blending amongst the tailcoats
Of learned men, sheathed within the amour of intelligence's,
A humanistic wolf moves flawlessly, within the herds of the
Meek and mild, to pick his victims of the city flock
At his leisure of desires pleasure!
Underneath the outstretched wings of the red dragon,
The bubbling caldron pot of truest evil, does runneth over,
With the gravy’s leavening's of the corruption and violence,
Welcoming this creature of the demonic to the dinning
Table of the unrighteous and wicked!
Black sheep, black sheep, do you have any wool,
The whittend lamb does ask, nay but in the woods
Therein, lies many go within the wolves din and take
What you like at your own risk of course, my innocent
Friend, but beneath the blackened skinned wool the
Wolf does smile, with a sheepish grinning!
In an extravagant restaurant a well-mannered gentlemen,
Orders the specialty of the house to go, later he adds
He adds his special ingredients, spiced to the taste
Buds of the cook himself, it sizzles with an unusual
Oromia of well-cooked human flesh, the cannibal
Smiles with delight at his culinary masterpiece,
As the police knock at his door, with a missing
Persons report!
In the jail cell of the lost souls, he the cannibal known
As Hannibal Lector has no regrets, except say one,
The meal he never got to finish!
In the night the wolves howl in the distance,
As the spring lambs bay, with the first stirrings of life,
Close lies the pack of humanity, those for whom hunger for the
Fresh taste of the blooding’s first strike, at the throats of innocence
Most pure!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
well mannered, dark, fear, halloween, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
I am the grass
on a windy day,
held back
by its own roots.
i am a horse
with blinders on its eyes,
you use me
to feel powerful.
and i connive
to the fiction
that you are stronger,
better.
because of you
i think about the length of my dress
and nod when they say
i should talk less.
and I accept
the suffering
because I know
you suffer too.
I remember,
you use to like dolls
when you were young
and innocent.
you use to
not cry secretly
away from the eye
like you do now.
then why am I
the only one fighting?
it is not a battle of the sexes,
after all.
so i declare,
I am not powerful like you,
for power is not
domination.
that i am not
the epitome of beauty,
for beauty is not
unrealistic standards.
i am not well mannered
like the aunties,
for manners is not
obedience.
i am, however, a demon
ready to be unleashed,
held back momentarily
by the chains of patriarchy.
Categories:
well mannered, literature, marriage, me, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
WALK HUMBLY WITH GOD
(Micah 6:8)
Holidays come and go,
The memories just fly by.
Is there a reason to celebrate,
At times I wonder why.
Christmas will soon be here,
Peace, Love, Joy and all that stuff.
Pretty lights, decorations too,
Is it truly enough?
People are different at Christmas time,
Something gets into their soul.
The grouchy boss all through the year,
Suddenly becomes whole.
The neighbor you disliked this year,
Today has a smile.
Perhaps he's not all that bad,
It just may take a while.
What message have we given,
Each day throughout the year?
Did it make someone feel special,
Maybe a little tear.
Parents in the next booth,
A prayer with head bowed.
Not often seen in a restaurant,
Many have forgotten how.
Their children were delightful,
Well mannered and polite.
I'll not forget this evening,
It is a special night.
When we walk humbly with God,
We look for good in all.
In this hectic world we live in,
Answer Our Father's call.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Categories:
well mannered, holiday, religion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You might see me in the back streets
By the light of the full moon
With my look refined and cunning
I will almost make you swoon
Don't treat me as an enemy
Or fear me as a foe
Don't use evil words against me
I'm a well-bred soul, you know
I'm a smooth, suave, refined old chap
A four-legged paradox
Oblige me for a moment, please
- I'm an urbane urban fox
You've seen me on my rounds
But I'm not heading for your bins
No - you're far too quick to judge me
Though, I confess - I have my sins
One must eat to live, of course
I'll not claim to be benign
But I am a gracious, civil guest
Where're I choose to dine
The hen house holds a great appeal
And I know how to pick the locks
I do that with true style though
I'm an urbane urban fox
My poise and affable demeanour
Give me access to any Mayfair club
I'm a cut above the rural fox
Who seems happy with his "pub"
I'm not one to judge, of course
I'm far too cool for that
But jeans and a checked shirt?
No! I choose a jacket and cravat
No pints for me - it's G & T
Or Martini on the rocks
Oh yes, darling, I really am
An urban urbane fox
I can capture your attention
With my wit and sharp brown eyes
I'm keen to make a business deal
Should my nose smell enterprise
My fur is sleek, groomed and neat
My tail swishes to impress
My paw is keen to shake your hand
When I'm ready to invest
I truly never miss a trick
When opportunity knocks
I'm cordially yours
I'm an urbane urban fox
I enjoy reading high-brow lit
Classical music was written for me
Opera sets my spine a-tingle
So does ballet, naturally
I go shootin' with my country pals
As for skiing - I'd rather not
I find dancing is a pleasure though
I love the Charleston and Fox Trot
But don't class me as a Liberal
I am rather orthodox
Let's steer clear of politics
I'm an urbane urban fox
I'm polished. Well-mannered. Chic.
Rich beyond compare
Elegant and gallant
And oh, so debonair
But yes, I walk the city streets
In the hours before the dawn
There's something about the smell, you see
To which I'm somehow, strangely drawn
Don't judge me for that, please I'm just
A four-legged paradox
I thank you for your time
- With love. Your urban urbane fox
Written 10th April 2016
Categories:
well mannered, animal, urban,
Form:
Light Verse
Coral and lime stones
You can take the country out of me
However, not the trace of acid lime out of my blood
Growing up on the island has its advantages
Everybody was related to each other: and everyone knew
each other real names.
My grandmother was known as Nana to every little boy or girl
We all were well mannered bare feet rug rats
It was never about sparing the rod, and spoiling the brats
It was slap and several back slaps
No bad behave child were never reward back in those days
What I cherish most was the sense of freedom
playing in the open fields; running wild in the prickly grass
and chasing rainbow butterflies in the hot sun until dinner time
I remember lot of sunshine and weeks of rain
Plenty of fresh air, and poor folks who always care
about the welfare of each other
Somehow, the earth tasted like lime,
My cousin would take chunks of square dirt
And chew on it: Nana scolds her each time
However, every other weekend
It was a dose of castor oil or cod-liver oil
This made our little bodies tremble
She called it cleansing your little souls
And building strong bone and teeth
My little Island was all coral and lime stones
acres and acreage of sugarcane fields to roam
With made the earth more sweet and rich
Tropical; rainy season
Petroleum, fish, natural gas
on the tropical island of Barbados
what more could any child asked for?
besides being happy and safe
Looking back with a warm feeling
for the love of the island winds that blew
Over the hills on windy days
How can I not give back to the Island?
My heart would always remains
On the coral and lime stones earth.
Where Pride and Industry of the little Island is our motto
Categories:
well mannered, beautiful, celebration, celebrity, change,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
He is a quiet, gentle man,
With a friendly, easy smile.
He's helpful and considerate,
Honest, without guile.
He works as the county game warden.
His family lives in the dell.
Well mannered, friendly, peaceful folk,
But no one knows them well.
If ever there is trouble,
He's there to set things right.
There is a strength within his eyes,
That no one wants to fight.
He came upon a man one night,
While out for his nightly run.
They looked into each other's eyes,\
And the stand off had begun.
They recognized each other,
As bitter enemies.
A vampire and a werewolf,
Beneath the moon and trees.
The wolf just preyed on animals,
As wolves are wont to do.
The vampire preferred human blood,
And the wolf was human too.
The vampire was new to the area,
But the werewolf called this home.
He'd guard, protect, defend this place,
If he had to fight alone.
They skirted one another,
Knowing they were evenly matched,
In strength and speed and fighting skill,
But there remained one catch.
A werewolf's bite could kill him.
The vampire knew this well,
So he bowed his acquiescence.
Where he went no one can tell.
The wolf returned to the village,
And his family in the dell,
Where he's known as a simple woodsman,
And he guards this place quite well.
In the still of the night when the moon is high,
It will give one's heart a start,
When he gives his call letting all things know,
There's a wolf pack in these parts.
Categories:
well mannered, fantasy, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain
Leashed Down
Bound by my hands
Bound by my legs
Bound by my waist
Bound by my neck
I can't hear
I can't smell
I can't taste
I can't see
I put everything away and only thought of
What brought me joy.Nor do I want to
Cry leaving my captures to smile about
To gloat,to have that unknown brutal power
Over me which is held in one tear.
My body numb,my heart is stopped,my mind is blank
Is this dying? Why am I paralyzed? Could it be falling a sleep?
These chains are cold but everything is hot.What feeling beside
Pity would become of me?..Be it not grief not sadness not even remorse.
But as I stand up from this seat,I am nothing more then a well mannered
Pup on a tight leash.
Categories:
well mannered, angst, animals, history, on
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I was the last of ten children in my family
Nine lovely girls and li'l ole me
Spoiled you may rightly assume
WRONG!
I was the sweetest well mannered offspring
That a parent could ever wish for
Even to the point of being withdrawn
All through my teenage years
I had an inferiority complex
Never thought the opposite sex
Would ever be interested in me
Early on in my career as a graphic designer
Things began to change dramatically
My success gave a new found confidence
And suddenly I saw myself in a different light
Which allowed me to open up my heart
And function as a normal, well-adjusted human
With all the ups and downs, the highs and lows
With all the hopes and dreams everyone possesses
Married Linda, when I was twenty-two
Linda was eighteen and wanted despareatly
To get out from under the control
Of an extremely dominating and controlling mother
Did she love me?
Looking back, I would say no
I was her ticket to freedom
Not a good way to start our married life together
Oh our marriage was a happy one at first
But knowing that she really didn't love me
I was always trying to MAKE HER LOVE ME
But I never felt like I succeeded
We had three kids of our own
And we adopted two others
Those adopted kids were my way of trying to tighten the bond
To give her everything she asked for
But I never ever felt that I succeeded
She passed away at fifty-nine from breast cancer
At the same time, her younger sister Cathie
Was going through a nasty divorce
We supported each through those difficult times
And it was only natural, we fell in love and married two years later
Cathie really does love me and for the very first time
I am happy and content with my life
Which is all I ever wanted...
Now you know my story!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
well mannered, love,
Form:
Narrative
Here is a toast to Franshae on the day of her graduation, a day we have all been
anticipating! With your head held high and a new degree in your hand, as you throw your
cap into the air and celebrate this day with great hope of your future expectations. As I
reflect back to when your were just a little girl and the light that I saw in your eye's as
they explored the world with hopes and dreams of what treasures and things that they
might someday find. As I watched you bloom into a beautiful rose, so now before me here
stands a beautiful woman, who is well mannered and a fine example of what any mother
or father who had a daughter would want them to be...a Kind hearted woman and beautiful
lady and so very smart too. What an honor it has been for me, to be called your
godmother and your friend as well. It is with great pride and admiration that I say
congratulation to you on this day of your great graduation!
Categories:
well mannered, dedicationday, beautiful, beautiful, day,
Form:
Light Verse
Reaching to heights like Everest,
Searching for a love so best,
Journeyed from East through West,
Just looking for someone to bring first.
Your love caught my heart like a spider,
And your belle-visage broke my heart insitu.
The smile that weakens me is from my lover,
The lips that bears my all is you.
Voluptuousness well defined,
Skin silk and curvature redefined,
Beauty natural underlined,
Not even demigods undermine.
Well mannered is that of my lover,
Immensely calculated proving wiser,
Respect and politeness in all her endeavors,
Thus I call her the real lover.
Dear my Dearest,
Forever you come first,
In my heart you will remain the best,
Shift my heart into your nest,
For you are my dearest.
Categories:
well mannered, i love you, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
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)
Categories:
well mannered, allegory, allusion, angel, courage,
Form:
Didactic
She's a young mother of two
dated knuckle heads, immature.
Two kids in tow from deadbeat dads
saggers using kids as pawns for sex.
Be a man, be a man, be a man,
Drop that attitude not your pants.
Raise your daughters and your sons
not your brows at honey buns.
Moonlight dinner at the lake
they courted wee hours in the night.
the crescent moon their candle light
maybe she found a suitable mate.
He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughter and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.
Driving a white Mercedes Benz
he couldn't stop his obvious stare
her dark shining beauty, checking out his ride.
She said "pull over to the side"
can I have your number, if you dare?
Dinner and a movie, a third date
a short, red, sexy dress, she waited
high heel boots, leopard print
A cute couple, away they went.
Before the date could even begin
interrogated by her parents.
well mannered, mature, well dress
he's got it all together.
no non sense,10 years her senior.
He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughters and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.
Categories:
well mannered, chanukah, romance, romantic, ,
Form:
Prose Poetry