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Established in our acts of greeting.
Found and sounded in a meeting.
Manners present, kindness sown.
Etiquette of which is shown
Throughout a standing or seating.
Extending common courtesy
Is most ideal for you and me.
As we converse and project,
Understanding and respect...
Mutual, they both should be.
Some folks have an attitude,
Seeing them come off as rude.
True that first impressions last...
Food for thought - spoken to cast
A fishing line inside a mood.
Questions which I ask of you...
Nowadays of at least two
Within a group, does etiquette
Play the part of a silhouette...
A shadow in itself, played through?
Sometimes seemingly forgotten,
Its techniques are doomed and rotten.
Some people serve this reminder.
Etiquette still plays a binder...
Mental candy to its cotton.
The simple use of a serviette.
Mindfulness of a cigarette.
Please and thank you go a long way.
The making of another's day
Could be complimentary yet.
Undergoing formal handshake.
Gratefulness in what we take.
Others' needs in front of yours.
The offering to open doors...
Sometimes, left ajar to make.
Avoid behaviour apprehensive.
Choice to not voice the offensive.
Proper usage prevents storms.
Demonstrated in its forms,
Etiquette is not expensive.
Everywhere there are stunning women,
but with that one you have chosen
as your wife...share wonderful days
and be transformed by her incredible ways!
Haven't you realized that faithfulness is as sacred as love itself?
You have kept your vows without regrets:
embracing her when pain made her weep...
to make those sad moments disappear with your warm heartbeat!
Never let that wedding ring come off for any foolish desire,
be faithful to her and never make up those excuses of liar;
make her feel wanted and loved beyond imagination...
tend to her needs when she feel that tangling sensation!
Grow older together before death arrives,
one will be left behind to bear sorrow;
cling to each memory you'll cherish with smiles
and very often you'll be a lost sparrow!
Remember when you learned to ride a bike…how the world was all brand new?
Have you ever stopped to think about the all the changes you went through?
Close your eyes…think back..remember how it feels…
You started on a tricycle...then a bicycle with training wheels
Then came the day that changed your world, we all must face them as we grow
The day you knew it was time...for the training wheels to go.
Remember Dad or Mom running behind you; hearing their encouragement…their groans…remember seeing them in the distance…you were riding on your own!
At that moment you were alive and you thought...this bike riding is a piece of cake.
till you remembered they taught you how to ride but forgot to teach you how to brake.
It turns out life is a series of changes we experience along the way
for, like it or not, everything is changing, every second, every day.
Of course we are aware of this...but once in a while we’re a little more attuned
like when Sunday merges into Monday or May turns into June.
And every now and then we take a moment from our normal circadian climb
to think about the changes we’ve encountered within the passages of time.
A baby changes daily and in no time at all is learning how to crawl
as quickly as the summer breezes give way to the winds of fall.
We blink and that crawling baby is a child, then a teenager on the go
as quickly as the falling leaves of autumn turn into winter snow.
Blink again and that teenager becomes an adult with all the responsibilities that brings.
as quickly as the winter snow lifts revealing the flowers…the colors of spring.
Change engulfs us, it’s inevitable...and though we may not understand why
without it…not one caterpillar would become a butterfly?
Since life will not slow down for us no matter how we’ve tried
I think learning to ride a bike has helped prepare us for the ride.
After all we need to keep pedaling to stay balanced, we learn from our mistakes,
we feel joy knowing we can ride and knowing when to hit the breaks.
“Oh that’s ridiculous! How can riding a bike prepare us for life?” you laugh…perhaps you scoff…
It’s simple really, it prepares us for all those days…
when our training wheels come off.
Written By: D. Collins 1/12/2017
I can mesmerize you before I truly come out.
Then, you will know what I am really about.
Articulation is just one of my strong suits.
But, don't get it twisted, I will come right at you.
You may not like the words that come off my tongue.
But, I carry a big stick and a big 'ole gun.
So, whosoever out there that has a problem with that.
Please meet me on the other side of the tracks.
I'm a professional brotha with a streak of dirt.
And, I really don't mind putting in a little work.
I could turn that into my after hours hobby.
Repelling down into an upscale lobby.
That is how easy a person could be mesmerized.
And, the last thing they would show is silver-dollar eyes.
Because, they know the reason you are actually there.
An unexpected situation, with no time to prepare.
Everyone I know wears a mask,
but the face of this person
was not in hiding, if he wore one
it was transparent.
I could see he was not playing a part,
not following any script,
not reading other faces wondering how to react,
not courting smiles and nods in order to signal
agreement.
He was not in, nor out of a social circle.
I could tell at a glance
that he would not mimic
any borrowed characteristics
simply to curry favor or impress.
He was a man
that would not feign a tear, until
it fell naturally
nor signal a false camaraderie,
or join any masquerade
simply to be accepted.
He did not socialize to ingratiate,
or seek influence,
did not push himself forward
in order to gain attention.
When I met him
I knew I could not wear
my own mask and be real in his eyes.
I felt I had to take it off
to be shorn of pretense;
sadly my mask was stuck to my skull
as an obviously painted persona,
a false flag I had carefully cultivated
for far too long,
now try as I might it would not come off.
That same day
I met many people with masks,
we gathered to meet each other.
Try as I might
I could see nothing unrehearsed,
spontaneous, or authentic in us all.
Truth be told, all our masks
fitted far too perfectly.
I now wear a mask
So do you
Credit the mask
For bringing a change
Making us new
The domestic help
No longer around
Any grudges and complaints?
No!
‘He’s having harder times'
We’ve found
The veggie and fruit vendors
Coming to our lane
Do we haggle with them?
No!
We are so understanding
Of their pain
Helping others
Has become
Our second nature
Our past memories
Comforting us
In an uncertain future
We are talking ‘spirituality’
Why?
Any sudden realization?
No!
Actually all ‘materialism’ has halted
So, we've broadened
Our parochial vision.
Masks are uniting humanity
Like never before
It isn’t an individual fight
Against COVID-19
We are in it
Together, for sure
But a nagging question remains-
What happens
When the masks come off?
Will the ‘real' us be back
Again embracing
Our old habits to scoff
At care, concern, compassion
And all such 'meaningless' things
Or,
We would’ve learnt our lessons
Which this tragedy brings?
Residue
Wrapped in cellophane and ribbon
mocking burned down evergreens
Screaming at the shadowed walls
as nightmares spurn your toxic dreams
Lurking near the bottles filled with
endless empty molten fears
Dampening the diapers as a
mother cries her countless tears
Broken weave of tattered sleeve behind the darkness to believe
That midnight forms what we conceive in moments cast to only grieve
We’ll go dancing nightly
in the attic
while the moon is rising
in the sky
If I’m too drunk tell me,
I’m so scared your little
head will come off
in my hands
What the heck did you expect for just a speck, a tiny fleck
Now hit the deck you wretched wreck as long ago we did suspect
Counting money residue on
blackened smoldered fingernails
As billion dollar babies sing
in toothless whining rancid wails
Toddlers of the devil’s creed wear
shiny plastic floating eyes
Now staring at you while you sleep
these monsters gather in disguise
This poem was inspired by one of my favorite songs,
Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”
The italicized lines are lyrics from that song. Here is a link to the song: https://youtu.be/6sD8sO0B97I
And in case you didn’t know, the other voice you’ll hear singing on the song is Donovan (Mellow Yellow)
"Somethings become part of our existence, never dispensing them however old or cracked they are...! May not be out of any special fondness or attachment, but simply so, defying all rationale."- By Poet
The syllable count-10, 7, 7, 10 is followed in all the three limericks.
I owned my house many many years back.
Changed my furniture, even kitchen rack.
But there is a rusted sink. 10,
It is tilted at the brink
Fear if it will come off the hinge and crack
Now my sink looks a worn out contraption.
My wife's upset, has a hot reaction.
All its former glamor, gone.
In my wife's eyes, it's a thorn.
Still hold it to my strange satisfaction!
Though a washbasin, looks a urinal.
Water keeps flowing as through a canal.
In lower pipe, there's a kink.
Anytime my sink may sink.
Why I keep it, I have no rationale!
A little light lesson in some facts of life, if you have a just a moment or two
The buffalo herd can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo, you know that is true
When the herd is hunted the weakest at the back are tragically killed off first
This selection is good for the herd, except the slow buffalo, this news is the worst.
It’s good for the herd because the speed and health of the group can then grow
By killing of the weakest and sickly ones that normally would keep the herd slow
It is much the same with man we find the similar principles apply
The human brain can operate, only as fast as the slowest brain cells can fly.
Excessive intake of alcohol, we know attacks and kills the brain cells first
But naturally as in the buffalo the weakest and slowest come off the worst.
The theory behind this is, regular consumption of alcohol eliminate cells that are weak
Making the brain a faster more efficient machine, growing week by week.
That why you always feel smarter and faster after a few alcoholic drinks
So you find that drinking is good for you, contrary to what everybody thinks.
Have one on me and “A Happy New Year to you all”
© 26/12/2012
Mommy says I gotta sit in the bathtub
And wash my face with a lotta soap and water.
But the dirt don’t come off no matter how hard I rub.
So, I just make bubbles while I wait for my father.
He’ll know whadda do, ‘cause he’s a really smart guy.
When I grow up, I wanna be just like him.
But when he gets dirty like me, I wanna know why
After his bath, he looks the same as he did goin’ in.
I bet it’s ‘cause he don’t use enough soap and water.
That’s what happens when you’re always in a hurry.
Mommy should send Daddy to bed with no supper.
That’s what happens to me when I come downstairs dirty.