Short Couth Poems

They say our youth could use more couth,
an easy thing to say.

But they had teachers who were us.
That's my take-away....

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A couth poetic platypus,
Choosing words that are never rude,
Carries a heavy blunderbuss,
And softly croons a platitude....

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A rakish young fellow from Duluth
Completely hooked on gin and vermouth
Drank like a fish
Out of a dish
Somewhere along the way lost his couth.

May 27, 2021...

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Do you know what burns my ass
A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass
Have you no couth?
Not a bit, that's the truth
Something's burning, uh oh my ass is ash...

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Do you know what really burns my ass
A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass
Have you no couth?
Not a bit, that's the truth
Something's burning, TOO LATE... my ass is ash...

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Ruth of All Evil

Truth is Trump was seen in a kissing booth,
Doing things as usual which were in couth,
Wore orange hair;
Is hard to bare;
Of evil he has been known to be the ruth.

Jim Horn...

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Do you like what I’ve written forsooth?
What you say can be couth or uncouth.
I just want your impression.
I support free expression.
Just don't tell me the whole ugly truth....

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Vogan Poetry inspires us all 

Couth super- of  the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me 
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure 

National poetry month prompt  day eight Vogan Bot Poetry...

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Do you know what really burns my ass
A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass
Have you no couth?
Not a bit, that's the truth
Something's burning, TOO LATE... my ass is now ash


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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I thought it odd, this parallel
'Tween what is couth, and what is feral
But sings the Herald, my steps in peril-
Considered, I, that all was well...

I know this path is dangerous,
Upset that Life is merely heinous 
When all I want is to be Famous,
So ends this tragic tale!...

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Hold up the mirror and see who are
Your  inflated ego an your sports car
How dare you take it out on us
Lash out in anger an make such a fuss
Face the truth and have some couth 
Repent or the pain will not lesson
An stop this aggression
We will not be Threatened.........

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Grace is the right balance
of humor, tact, and wit.

Touting propriety
couth and civility.

Innocence with a tinge
of righteous arrogance. 

Genteel fluidity
in dress and decorum.

It’s the epitome
of femininity.


(Blank Verse)


11/5/2015...

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I remember
Way back when
To tell a lie
Was a great big sin

But now we lie
All the time
We give no thought
That it’s a crime

We lie to family 
And to friends
On and on
It never ends

Sometimes big 
But mostly small
We don’t seem to
Mind at all

But, we should each
Have more couth
And try much harder
To tell the truth
WIZDUMBs BY JA 258...

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It took but a bit 
But used my good wit 
To write what I writ  
I'll try to use couth  
And write about truth
Be it black or white 
Be it wrong or right 
It's just what I write 

By chance I wrote wrong 
What's writ all along 
Then, I'll sing your song 
And let me be bold 
That truth could be told 
It may not be true 
According to you 
It's your point of view...

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I cried tears of anguish for the burgeoning.
Tears and sobbing aren't prospering.

I regret all the rambunctious ineptness.
Silver hair and a large head are worthless.

My youth was pillaged, yet my heart tried to beat.
Pulling leaves from a branch is a fun treat.

Is it possible to reclaim my youth?
To tell him the breed of gray-haired man couth....

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A splotch of white on my front deck,
Its whiteness quite exquisite,
Has let me know that recently,
A bird's dropped by to visit.

I don't know if he planned to stay
Or was just passing through,
But what he left behind announced,
"Here's something just for you!"

A calling card from feathered friend,
Though lacking couth or class,
Deserves a nod of admiration,
For it's sure got sass!...

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A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.

Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.

A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.

Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth, 
yesteryear's eager  youth....

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Skinny floral Christmas elf with eyes so green
Your attitude and holly is totally and fully seen
We marvel at your body, so lithe and loose
You are skinnier than a wiped-out chicken goose.

Skinny floral Christmas elf with your attitude cute
We don’t know what to say, you are pretty couth.
We see your skip and hop and your limber bod.
You are more like us than we thought, not so very odd....

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A flora friendly family fabulous
A colorful surrounding gorgeous
A nuclear family of Indore 
Cantonment area being abode
Hailing from a hamlet humble
The head is joyous and jovial
Commerce was domain dear
Better half being a professor
The daughter is aspirant IAS
I verse after a huge hiatus
Philanthropic people poised
Wonderful, wise and kind
I salute to ‘Nehare’s South
As they’re cute and couth..!!...

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the flesh and bones in which we live
are chariots we cant forgive
vessels filled with hated truth
a driving lie to keep us couth
with every drop and every drink
the apple drops and we do sink
the hook it draws and drags and drops
and birds like new winds build a nest
and rest
and insects rage within their cages
people cry and make mistakes again
and then
a new wind blows 
and will again
and chariots are gone...

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I see trouble on the near horizon--
A nation divided just is not couth,
Unfortunately, reason is wizen
Frivolous theories accepted as truth,
Intentionally misguiding our youth
Disgraceful political grandstanding,
Foundation institutions crash-landing
News media is shaping opinions,
Honestly, journalism notwithstanding
Common folks now political minions.


written August 13, 2021...

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On “The Wind in the Willows”

Four fine fellows
the badger, the toad, the mole and the rat
under the weeping willows 
in confusion sat
you could see they were wise
wealthy, cultured and couth
together they wrangled their minds with the truth
their fear, awe, nostalgia, “Oh Boy” ,“Oh Boy”
when they solved the problem, “Ode to Joy," Ode to Joy”
togetherness blended to softness and ease
so, they sailed downstream on the Thames Valley breeze.

7/25/18...

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Let me sneeze
if you please
on some pleas
(from their knees)
"Stop the cheese"

Akin to fleas
rampant in leas
annoying as bees
or losing keys
they - a disease

Strive to seize
with their commentaries
and narcissistic decrees
aimed to appease
ego sized trees

May have degrees
but no boundaries
one really needs
couth for these
novices writing poetries

One should freeze
before spreading fallacies
full of hypocricies
spewing out idiocracies
wheezing only sleaze...

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