Long Manners Poems
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I’m going to send you
back to charm school;
Apparently you lost your manners;
Here, then in a flash you’re gone;
Nah; thats not a consistent scene;
How dare you walk into this room!
You think we will bow down to you?!
Absolutely no support, no respect;
Your fire went out long ago;
Turn around, get the hell out;
It’s the twilight of your indecency
it won’t go on anymore;
Flying in like you own the place,
but you left it behind to decay;
We don’t need you now;
We are flourishing, walk away;
Absolutely no support, no respect;
Spitting flames then you burn us;
We grew strong and ate those ashes;
Nah, you’re no part of consistency;
I’m going to send you
back to charm school;
Apparently you lost your manners;
Consistency builds a consistent scene.
To stand on someone
To be taller than them
Shows feebleness
In either women or men
There is no cost
To be polite in reply
To the ignorant out there
Please give it a try
The words we use
Are totally free
So we should be blessed
You and me
There are times and places
Where they can be heard right
But never to be seen
On Poetry Soups web site
I dare say there are forums
For such people out there
If you want to use them
I don't really care
If you're not on here
You won't be seen
And to the 99% who are
Were nearly 100% clean
So read into this
What you may
As you will read in my comments
Not a bad word to say
Manners " They cost nothing "
Sheep And Cattle
The government issued citations today
My sheep and cattle are not welcome into town no more
They must wear diapers in the fields
And not allowed outside on Sundays
No more grain or grass for them, the complaint read
No more manure
It is a matter of manners
Sheep can be used exclusively for stews
Cattle must become hamburgers and wear brown shoes
No more farting in the meadows
My animals give off gases which is against the laws of nature
Destroying the ozone levels in the process
Offending the atmosphere
I have no clue who creates these laws
Politicians with nothing better to do
Someone needs to remove their heads from their posterior
Or my animals will stop producing food
How shall I begin,
we say we're not a couple,
but we had been living together
since I don't know when.
Why I can tell you how the day will go
by the way she breaks wind.
Now I'll say good morning,
no matter which end of her speaks first.
She'll excuse herself
and run off to the bathroom,
for some water
and the medication in her purse.
Being a man,
I'll at least open a window,
and wonder which end
of her is more intelligent.
You see with me
She doesn't waste any time
speaking her mind,
So, as a gentleman.
I only listen to the end that wears lipstick.
Now I've been told that a lady,
doesn’t fart or break wind, they either
poot, pass gas or lose their manners.
But if you ask me it all smells the same.
As she walks around
making her little musical sounds.
It has the added side effect of us
not needing an exterminator.
As a man, blessed with a poor since of smell.
My need to ventilate the room as you can tell,
is more to for the health of my house plants.
Who are at this moment
trying to jump out the window.
Now don’t get me wrong,
she is a lovely woman.
Her figure and grace
I will describe
as poetry in motion.
She moves with a carefree coordination
that would make you a fan
of her ability to walk and chew bubble gum.
It’s like Wrigley’s invented
chewing gum just for her.
We need new sheriffs whom will uphold law properly
taking these monkey's into account for their corrupt action
and addressing facts on these cowboy's
that are held by public opinion as gangsters in uniform
Lawbreakers bring them down a peg or two and show them inside a cell
this is how the taxpayers look at swindlers and thief's under state assets
rather than shoot them down reward incorrectly in a big pay day
with bonuses and pensions into the bargain
robbing our hard earned money blind drunken greed
Even when they are totally shamed through their disgraced deeds caught out highlighted being honest it's a cowboy outfit force
that needs to clean up it's act to gain respect
for one this shows lack of respect where justice is not upheld
in showing favour to these criminals whom there sits enough proof
to throw the book at them correctly it should be dealt with
pride is a wicked place to hide when secrets are out
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
I know I’m right
So I’m keepin’ calm
I’ll bide my time
‘Til I drop the bomb
My flamethrower
Is almost charged
Into the room of your thought
I will barge
Why should I get angry,
When I know I’m right?
It’s pure and simple —
Plain as day
As obvious
As the nose on your face
My composure,
I shall maintain
While I stretch you
Across the rack of pain
(chorus)
No point in any of us
Growing upset
Let’s keep up manners
And etiquette
A side of wisdom, please
With that stuffing
You’re beet-red
All huffing and puffing
When did politics
Equal God?
When did we put our uncles
Before the firing squad?
Your Uncle Keith —
He’s always right
Now kiss my face and
Say goodnight
Love is at the top. Manners will get you asked back. Everyone loves kindness. Always look twice when crossing a street. Your name is all you have~keep it great. Never listen to friends~listen to God. Say your prayers daily. Thank You are two forgotten words~use them.
Make others happy. Smiles are free so give them away. Never let your anger get the best of you. Humor will get you though life.
Date Written: 2/8/2023
"2 Place"
Please, Mr. Civil Leader, rule my life
I don’t know how to take care of myself
Limit my offspring, choose my wife
Write me a pamphlet explaining my health
I can’t wait
to hear from
my benefactor
I’m not too capable -- a small IQ
No manners or etiquette, an unrefined taste
I’m searching for guidance and waiting for cues
All those bills from college were clearly a waste
I been so evil to my fellow man
From the fall from Paradise to Auschwitz-Birkenau
I rubbed his nose in it the best I can
I’m ready for rehab -- show me how
Show me the latest of your Utopias
Teach me, oh wise king, to think and feel
I sure hope there’s a place for cretins like us
Don’t make us angry or we’ll storm the Bastille!
I can’t wait
to hear from
our benefactors
The nicest person on the outside, the more demons there are on the Inside.
I have watched men smile with the tenderness of priests
while burying knives beneath your tongue.
Civilization is a well-tailored coat.
It buttons high against the throat
to hide the bite marks.
The kindest man in the room
is often wrestling wolves
no one else can hear.
He says, “please,”
he opens her door,
he remembers her anniversary, birthday,
he laughs softly at the correct moments—
all while somewhere below the small ribs
an ancient furnace consumes his sleep.
Do you think goodness is born clean?
I think not, No.
Goodness is usually forged
by a creature acquainted with its opposite.
The saint and the criminal
share the same cellar.
One merely learned
how to keep the lantern lit.
There are women
who smile like warm summer rain
because if they stop smiling
the whole house of memory catches fire.
There are men
who become gentle
only after discovering
how violent they could have been.
The world praises pleasant faces.
It rewards composure.
But the unconscious—
ah, the unconscious—
keeps its receipts.
Every swallowed hatred,
every forbidden desire,
every humiliation forced underground
returns at night
wearing the mask of dreams.
And so the very nicest people
often carry hell
with exquisite manners.
They apologize too quickly.
They forgive too much.
They tremble when alone.
Inside them lives a courtroom
where guilt never sleeps.
I do not distrust the darkness.
Darkness is honest.
It is the man
who claims he has none
who should concern you most.