Faux Pas Poems - Poems about Faux Pas

Starmer when said 'return of sausages', He just meant safe return of hostages. Yet, in this world of words Where actions are rare birds, Gaffes rule, tongues slip with faux passages! ____________________________ Happenings |32.09.2024| humour, political, words Poet’s note: The UK Prime Minister Starmer called for the return of sausages, which soon went viral. Sure, he meant hostages....

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For those who lack conviction Aspirations stay but a mirage And for those crafting mountains from mole hills Detriment a deadly barrage Believers of strange eyes upon them Flaunt shame as a wristed corsage And without the courage to soften their hackles Lie confined in their mind's dank garage Jongleurs of fabled failures Treat their worry to massage Subjecting the rest of their dreadful days To...

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Inapropos trois faux pas jokingly blurted out... yesterday August 30th, 2022. The following fictitious account predicated upon words spilling out me mouth before taking time to think through how sarcastic remark would affect primary listener. Comments about marital matters particularly ours (yours truly and wife) uttered in earshot of the missus in company of a fellow resident who befriended us; hours later, she gave me a severe dressing...

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Don’t forget I tried and did My best I gave it all And more Don’t forget When you See my picture That this man Lived ten lives Took the pain Of ten men But felt the Love of none Don’t forget I was just a man Of flesh And sin Foibles And Faux pas Don’t forget This man Was your Dad...

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of part one pertaining to my most recent poetic entry (Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged clasp one) unintentionally got submitted twice, and rather than tamper with attempting to delete delicately, (and probably wreak greater havoc then desirable), this generic human male (meaning thy characteristics of body, mind and spirit) lumped within that general category designated as...

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Exultant excitability chase Leaving a bad taste A faux-pas of a celebration In place of jubilation Camera smiles full of lies All the party in disguise Veiled in ceremonious style Triumphant distractions to beguile Hush-hush in a clamorous hilarity A dressed-up gaiety Revelling with wine and in consternation Addled and unable to form an illation The after-truth hurt multiplied Feelings of exclusion intensified The devil has been sold a...

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The Pope Trips Humble Stumble The Pope Drops His Ferula Humble Fumble The Pope Gets Caught in His Robes Divine Decline Copyright, August 18, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Pardon me sir, but did you not just break wind? Pardon me sir, but don't you feel a bit chagrined? Pardon me sir, but I deem your faux pas mighty gross! Pardon me sir, but you've left me feeling a bit morose! Pardon me sir, but on this bus we don't enjoy your sop! Pardon me sir, may I suggest...

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The beauty of love is when it is felt by two. I started tracking down the history of “whose” fault. Being human, to fault is ok-- This, persistently, leads me to spy the naked lady, on shoreline rocks, displaying her rarity with a pink smile. I desire to achieve the secret of the infidels. Many times, I was...

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And she was beautiful, licking the years from my face and thankful I allowed such nonsense. For her, it was such nonsense that gifted her with more time. That rear-scratching against post and fence as the moon eclipsed another of her hours, until, I too, knowing we were alone in the dark, scratched my own rear on the fence. And I laughed while she barked, looking...

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