There is no denying the power of love.
It is a splendid teacher
Quite adept at instructing us
In ways that completely alter our character,
And telling us how to be what we never were,
Or never even imagined we could ever be.
In certain individuals
Its transformations are frequently nothing short of miraculous.
It breaks down all our natural barriers,
And in the blink of an eye
Can turn a niggardly pinchpenny into a philanthropist,
An obsequious milquetoast into a courageous and gallant knight,
And make a paragon of "politesse" out of an absolute boor.
The inveterate sluggard becomes a captain of industry,
And the most innocent of dullards
Becomes a wellspring of sagacity and worldliness.
What a marvelous whetstone for sharpening wits
And honing the senses is love.
Even its most hardened critics…
Those victims and casualties who proved to be intractable and unteachable…
Find it difficult, if not impossible,
To deny the power of love's ability to inspire
The most truly amazing things in a human heart.
Categories:
politesse, love, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Viens-on dîne
Une politesse
Une gentillesse
Le coeur du Seigneur
C'est la vie du bonheur
Moment spécial
Famille à la table
Béni notre mangés
Et ceux qui l'ont préparé
Jehovah Rapha
Merci pour le repas
Ma belle ami
Réjoui
Coeur ouvert
À nos prières
Prions pour ceux au loin
Béni tout leurs besoins
Délicieux
Merci bon Dieu
Categories:
politesse, blessing, family, father, god,
Form: Rhyme
entered said market seconds later,
and dye motioned (to her) as she sigh
lent lee reached same idle sturdy cart,
which ordinarily requires a quarter to pry
loose from a train of chained property.
I unthinkingly, reflexively, and blithely my
deferred politesse she took possession of cart.
Within instantaneous affirmation je
nais sais quais consent given for her
to load groceries in sought after cart, this guy
noir got fast impression immediately formed,
whereby visually this chic chica to die
for spurred enticement as very pleasing
Halloween eye candy, hence desirable allie
madamoiselle in question totally tubularly
unaware of lovelorn spate. Minutes before
tardy reaction (and perfect comeback
ex post facto) momentarily preoccupied chore
viz reviewing mental check list, my intent
to act with courage and acknowledge a door
quick to close. Her (unbeknownst)
attractiveness to me. Upon inadvertently
froze me like Eeyore
Categories:
politesse, blessing, dream, feelings, freedom,
Form: Free verse
The mourning dove visits daily, comes for her noontime meal. This sweet-faced bird also has the sweetest song, a haunting melody. But what is most endearing is her politesse, her courtesy, her hanging back, while others eat ahead. She doesn't "push or shove," nor does she intimidate, as the blue jay does, or seems to at any rate; she waits and, for that, and for what it is worth, the mourning dove has drawn from this bird-loving bird-feeder an abiding love.
Categories:
politesse, care,
Form: Prose Poetry
Down where roses bloom in the month of June
The scented petals will mature and fall
Carried by zephrys of spring like balloons
Those petals in the wind over land sprawl
Pale pink petals carried away to land
With a gental touch of kindness caress
The spring grasses with a delicate hand
Courteous as it lands with politesse
Each petal waits in turn to fly away
Their patience is long, each holds 'til time
They then 'pon the wind float and not betray
The Spirit within which is one sublime
Down where the roses bloom may the fruit grow
Let love lead as petals upon wind flow
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Petals In The Wind
Written this 23rd day of January 2013
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Categories:
politesse, faith, inspirational, spring, spring,
Form: Sonnet