Short Courtesies Poems

It's that time of the year for the suit
Time to give those rolls the "boot"!
You can't cram it all in
Into material that thin
So get a 1 piece to hide all of your "loot"!!!...

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*Image of Real Pussy Willows & A Mockingbird by Cat Art & Florida News.



righteous courtesies 


looms pussy willows
eager mocking birds~~
sopranist voice ebbs


2021 December 28...

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superficial courtesies
hollow social chatter 
mundane inanities
are so wearisome 

let’s go extempore
rid of habit patterns
free from all bondage
in communion with soul

16-January-2023...

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Old
    fashioned
    courtesies,
    from days gone by.
    On their first date, trying hard to impress.
    Dressed up in glad rags, to travel in style,
    down lovers lane.
    Where one kiss,
    is pure
    bliss.

    Photo Number 1.

    8 / 28 / 2021.!...

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More silences than soft embraces, 
now we're lost with little left to say;
what used to be the flame of love
has gone to ashes, brittle, cold and gray.
Stilted words and courtesies
are all that seem to slip from our tired lips
as quick the fount of memory fades, 
the final ember flickers now and dips....

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More silences than soft embraces, 
now we're lost with little left to say;
what used to be the flame of love
has gone to ashes, pale and cold and gray.
Stilted words and courtesies
are all that seem to slip from our tired lips
as quick the fount of memory fades, 
the final ember flickers now and dips....

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More silences than soft embraces, 
now we're lost with little left to say;
what used to be the flame of love
has gone to ashes, pale and cold and gray.
Stilted words and courtesies
are all that seem to slip from our tired lips
as quick the fount of memory fades, 
the dying ember flickers now and dips....

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More silences than soft embraces, 
now we're lost with little left to say;
what used to be the flame of love
has gone to ashes, brittle, cold and gray.
Stilted words and courtesies
are all that seem to slip from our tired lips
as quick the fount of memory fades, 
the final ember flickers now and dips....

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More silences than soft embraces, 
now we're lost with little left to say;
what used to be the flame of love
has gone to ashes, pale and cold and gray.
Stilted words and courtesies
are all that seem to slip from our tired lips
as quick the fount of memory fades, 
the dying ember flickers now and dips....

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Ashes

 

More silences than soft embraces, 

now we're lost with little left to say;

what used to be the flame of love

has gone to ashes, pale and cold and gray.

Stilted words and courtesies

are all that seem to slip from our tired lips

as quick the fount of memory fades, 

the dying ember flickers now and dips....

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You see me laugh. You see me smile.
My heart and soul, unreconciled.
Happiness for me is rare.
It's just another mask I wear.

You see me talking in a crowd.
The joyful soul who laughs out loud.
Yet my heart is a lonesome lair.
The extrovert, a mask I wear.

A private soul, I must pretend.
The courtesies that I extend,
an Oscar winning grand affair,
and just another mask I wear....

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Frequent surfacing in night club
And the Lion sprouts from a cub
Soon, you cease to be submissive:
Life begins to be permissive.
With others you may shoulders rub
Sometimes, sincere courtesies snub.
A used-to-be-meek aggressive,
At inconstancy progressive....

In night clubs be sure of hubbub,
The filthiest thoughts served perfumed dub
Yet, life here should be extensive;
Clubs heal could The Hypertensive:
Others are asleep you are awake
And, for the fun of it, sometimes rake....

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