Pardon me, pardon you
Politeness but a moment
an achoo
I forgive you ~
Creation itself renewed
Being polite
Trancend riches
Values are gold.
Remember the days not long ago
When people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would bid you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Even though were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's hard to really rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, I must say
Do I think that world will ever return
To those simpler days back then
Probably not and that's a real shame
So much nicer days AMEN
This is a TRANSLATION from a Poem in Bengali (a regional language in India) by SAGARIKA DAS, who is my sister. My brother left us on July 5, 2021.
on this rainy day, in the dark...
where are you gone, my sweet brother?
we were all waiting for you,
for your return ...
we all would live together,
we all would surround you.
In this dark night,
where did you go, my kind brother?
with a heart-felt smile, with a heart-felt mind.
you used to extend your supporting hands,
you were for us all,
the sky above.
In this dark night,
where did you go, my sweet brother?
the field was yours,
when you had the ball,
status was never your concern,
it was humility, who were you.
your tolerance was as endless as an ocean,
your love equally knew no bounds,
your heart was as pure
as was your demeanour.
in this stormy night...on a solitary journey...where did you go,
my kind brother?
you created a cherished nest,
with your darling wife,
left the life of true happiness,
severing the bond,
on this rainy day, alone...
please come back, my brother.
July 7, 2021
Litany
“Please.” “Thank you.” and “Excuse me.” in exile
Replaced by “Give me.” “I’m entitled.” blindness
And, “Just get out of my way.” No style
Rudeness leaves scars. No price tag on kindness.
“I’m sorry.” Never loses honor – face –
A smile won’t overdraw your bank account.
Courtesy costs you nothing – priceless grace
Turn that simmering road rage upside down
Ridicule makes you look just like the fool
Blue words spewed like dirt garner no respect
Put that finger in a pocket – be cool -
Avalanche of mercy in retrospect.
These words my tantrum for today
Try to follow as I stumble on my way.
6-23-21
Contest: Contemporary Sonnet
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
POLITENESS
Placid interaction
Pretty conversation.
Polished modesty flows.
Peaceful behavior.
Perfect precise manners.
Pleasing approach to act.
Points sober politeness.
04/21/21
' Open Poetry 3' Contest by Charlotte Puddifoot
All Yours (Apr 28 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Polite to me and tall in gesture fair,
Offering openness to my raw feelings,
Leaving nothing behind but a lectern,
Insisting on my viewpoint and reeling;
Tough on that, and unable to retract,
Energy for my memories so compact.
Remember the days not long ago
When most people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would wish you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Though they were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's really hard to rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, by the way
Do I think this world will ever return
To those simpler days of yore?
Probably not and that's quite a shame
Those were much nicer times, for sure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Remember the days not long ago
When most people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would wish you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Though they were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's really hard to rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, by the way
Do I think this world will ever return
To those simpler days of yore?
Probably not and that's quite a shame
Those were much nicer times, for sure!
Whether real hard or pretended to be so
Any heart can be pierced by one's politeness
Without archery skill and arrow and bow
Whether real hard or pretended to be so
Affects positively, works slow although
Wins at last in materialistic race
Whether real hard or pretended to be so
Any heart can be pierced by one's politeness
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