Polite Poems - Poems about Polite

The biggest surprise in the suburbs, Where I helped out on Halloween night, Wasn’t focused on candy or costumes, But the kids, who were just so polite! Whether solo or part of a gaggle, Dressed as witches or pirates or queens, They approached in a calm, measured manner, While their parents looked on, dressed in jeans. “Trick or treat!” they exclaimed, sporting smiles, As...

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Positivity presents polite poses, Parties pave productive pathways, Problems pass, pain pauses, Practical perspective proves purposeful. People practice perseverance, Population produces powerful partnerships, Peace prevails....

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To be or not to be polite. I sit on the terrace  enjoying the spring sun the sea is calm I see in my binoculars the president  of Portugal taking  his daily swim Later in the day  he will fly  to Alentejo to  judge in a dog show My wife to read  the Facebook takes a dislike to  a red-haired woman says she is vulgar tells me to be polite She has a...

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Politeness, like kindness, may not sell newspapers or win the partisan debate Civility, unlike deviliciousness, will not win the civil war nor leverage the biggest tax rebate But integrity is the world wide web of nature that composed the paper and incubates the peace we celebrate when impolite love to hate of systemic trauma gates recede well past faded therapeutic empathy, becoming civilly sedate Singing while dancing in politely well-said company not seen or heard from of...

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The captain called all hands on deck He said come on lads what the heck Whatever you do when you have to poo don’t leave the loo in such a wreck ...

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Tall IV polls pass in the hall Outside the patient bathroom The owners flash smiles Ignoring the wires ...

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When I hold a door open for a woman; Doesn't mean I love her; It's just a polite/righteous thing to do; If I let you go in front of me in line; doesn't replicate anything thing out of time; No rhythm no rhyme; Just a polite/righteous thing to do; Won't you try it be a blessing, be true! There's no rhyme nor reason...

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In a world of triumph, where crowns adorn, Where victory's fire brightly burns, A throne of solitude, I have found, Amidst the cheers, a lonesome sound. The peak of glory, a lofty height, Yet shadows dance in golden light, For accolades, but few remain, To share the triumph's sweetest strain. The journey's end, a bittersweet sight, Where isolation veils delight, With none to bear the...

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It seems maniacal, Black Rabbit Hole easy kinda sleazy to sexualize every thought And, yet, all too easy to desexualize to decontextualize multisensory feelings deep and widely organic roots from ancient EarthMother wisdom Sometimes polycultural transparency above, conjoining multicultural vulnerability below, gives peak orgasmic conversational sway To passion's Left/Right co-balancing day of protruding Yang verbal dominance seducing Yintegrity's shaded neural valleys eagerly engaging pre-verbal pregnant memories Co-invested cooperative win/win interests in peak and...

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Pardon me, sir No, you go first You have right of way I defer to you. Go ahead No, really. I'm in no hurry Neither am I Well, then. I'll just wait for you And I for you ... ...

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We say polite words everyday, When at home, school and when we play; They’re like magic bear-hugs on air, Everyone feels our love and care. Say, “good morning, good afternoon,” Greetings are day’s blessings and boon; ...

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you push a pipie you might pray your words form a formula a rode house a street a madhouse a madman dressed in burlap a court hearing a presences a feeling a song a picture from Walmart a wife a husband kingdom push...

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My mom has eyes like a hawk. They‘re in the back of her head. In town, she told me not to gawk. I followed down the path she led. We saw a tiger wearing skates I stared and saw her scowl! There was a basket full of snakes. Still she glared a look most foul! We watched a ferret playing...

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Wildlife cannot remain contained; Life in a glass dome is so secure; Strife lines the broken trail to success, jackknife just to watch basic shatter; Sunlight isn't gifted glitter like splinters; Rewrite is a creative's closest consort; Recite what they say in a new way, smite polite I want to make art....

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He cried and cried when he had found the Three Penny Opera was performed to insult his grandfather. "they smiled and treated me kind, all the time insulting me. His grandfather too was insulted as the playwriter rewrote the book using his grandfathers image. He replaced most issues of condoning prostitution with racial overtures and used...

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