Short Genteel Poems
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Genteel Ladies are careful not to toot
While itty bitty babies laugh when they poop
Big strong men, with hand's on their hips
Lift one leg, and they just let it Rip
Crystal clarity caught in drops
water is pristine and
genteel,
as it gurgles, babbles and plops
flowing over the land
with zeal.
Written March 10, 2015
When life from the stars comes a calling,
Be suave and genteel, not appalling.
One's first words should be:
'Would you like some tea?'
With diction correct, and no drawling.
A refined gent who serves lunch in Decatur
Is the posh bistro’s most genteel waiter
He serves fine escargot
and tres-bon merlot
Then mosies home to his deep-fried potater
2/3/22
highbred
genteel, cosmopolitan
enchanting, winning, prospering
aristocrat, royalty, drudge, ragamuffin
suffering, laboring, struggling
destitute, deprived
lowborn
English Countryside Carnage
There is a genteel place called Midsomer,
But living there can be a real bummer.
For the inhabitants wait in dread
That they be among the murdered dead.
The feathery dusky violets,
Of a purplish vaulted sky royal,
Tickles the genteel soles of twilights,
It wakes to a bluing chambered hall,
Whilst ups a blanched dress as white stars sprawl
A young gay lad in old Amsterdam
Found himself entangled in a jam
Arrested in a pub
Near a genteel club
He thought himself something of a ham.
Written November 9, 2022
CONTEMPORARY
in
a province
of the genteel
aesthetically
pleasing
ilustrated
etchings
linear
meticulous
ccoladss
possessed
disciplined
abstractionsa
of reality
in
curious
retrospect
GEISHA
Genteel girls trained to charm
Gentlemen with their wit,
Graceful dancing and song.
Garbed in silk kimonos,
Garnished with exquisite
Gems and embroidery -
Gracious teahouse hostess.
10/25/16
Adventure brewed crowded dreams,
endlessly fairs genteel habit,
instilled jargons,
kidnapped laurels minted- naively,
oscillating power quickly,
rendering sweeten treasures universal voice,
warrior xysts zoologically.
I once knew a teen on Shannon Street
Who spent lots of time beating his meat
Until he met a genteel girl,
Who took him out for little whirl
And he found out what she did was neat.
written September 27, 2021
Here lies Eleanor McKenzie Wedgewood
Passed as an elderly genteel virgin should
Never meeting her desired mate,
A sadly regrettable fate
It's said, moreover, she did the best she could.
Written June 12, 2022
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.
And the epitome,
of femininity.
.
beaming 'bout
edvard'z genteel see
sway'n
lean'nin
daffodilz
petuniaz
hern glister 'bout
Yahweh
There once was a seal named Neil
Whose antics did greatly appeal
Some called him fat
But don't be like that
He's not what you'd call genteel.
* The real Neil is a 1,000 kg southern elephant seal who frequents a small town in Tasmania, Australia.
Graciousness
9/20/2023
genteel and gracious
sun, sweetness, serenity
penning poetry
impromptu
light-hearted,
in vogue:
a genteel
virtue
devoid
of
the vernacular..
..yet
straight-laced,
fastidious
maybe:
the
essentials
of life
in
summoned
semantics
of an
illusory
vacuum
When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks
Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks
Too old to be a narcissist
what’s left is a pacifist
*Tender genteel haters do not make good peaceniks!
The shrewdness of the shrew
Out of place on her
Would better be placed
Upon a gentle woman
Of genteel character
This shrew of a woman
Abused by a man in her childhood
Angry all the time
Doesn't even know why herself
The only thing she knows
Is she is angry at this man
In the process of thought.....
The little girl who once rode my pony
I asked this day to marry me
Her bated breath quivering like happy lips
Over a bowl full of spicy hot chili
Her hazel eyes twitching all aglow
Excitement suited for life’s safari
I imagined this day dressed in genteel
My heart in wonder of standing hairs or bruised heel
It doesn't matter what you look like
It doesn't matter what you feel
All that matters is where it lands
when you spin the wheel.
Where the blood splatters and
and finally congeals;
perhaps out back, in your garden.
The neighbors would say:
'but he was so genteel...'
Onerous is the duty
of knowing what's real.
Mardi gras Allie from New Orleans
Flipped his tail and showed his greens
the decorator was thrilled and dressed him up
in purple waistcoat, so he could go to sup
at a genteel lady’s house, her name was Kat
He wore a flower in his lapel and a tall top hat
He is debonair and handsome too, she bragged
Her compliments for Allie never lagged
love
Your genteel hand in mine,
seeing your smile,
in the middle of the night,
whispering sweet words,
falling asleep with the sound of your voice,
is it a love or what,
Covering my cold body,
in the middle of night,
making me feel better,
when I got a flue,
seeing your face
early in the morning,
kissing you good night,
night after night
love
is that
and more
Form:
As the rain kisses the roses,
Leaving water droplets.
Reflections of their silver hair
As heads touch love's asset.
Time takes away youth's rich beauty.
The reflection reveals
A beauty deeper than youth's dreams_
Love for a liftime that's genteel.
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Reflections of Love
Written this 26th day of February 2013
A form of Poulter's Measure..