Short Good Manners Poems

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Good Manners

From time to time, there emerge new trends 
in music and man's behavior, 
fashion and accessories. 
Following these is not 
wrong or bad unless 
it goes against 
the order 
of the 
Lord.
Form: Nonet


Premium Member One Word, Two Phrases

Good manners have no price tag.
The following will get you so very far in life.
                              Always say...

                                  Please.
                               Thank you.
                           You're welcome.


Date written: 02/20/2023
Form: List

Cows of the Month

Cows of the Month, we're here!
This is a badge of honor, my dears,
Trophy of the year, hear, hear,
Once we were 'good little girls',
Now Cows of the Month do twirl,
Excuse me, what did you call me?
The basics, good manners for tea!
Cows of the Month, hear, hear,
It's trophy of the year, my dears!

Gwendolyn

Good Manners an asset,

Wise and appreciative,

Excellence through the years, defined by God,

New goals to set for myself,

Divine guidance and patience,

Onto hobbies and interests,

Love for relatives and friends,

Yesterdays beautiful memories

Now the written word.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Form: Name

Premium Member Announce Yourself

Uninvited unexpected guests or they soliciting,
who either knock on my door or my doorbell they ring,
will not get a response from me without first hearing,
Vocal Identification,
of whoever is behind my door knocking or doorbell ringing.
ANNOUNCE YOURSELF. Have Some Consideration.
It's simply good manners in my opinion.
Form: Rhyme


Aching Souls

A constant ache
A raging churn
Within my heart
The pulse of it
Throws me under
One… Two… Three… Four
One… Two… Three… Four
One… Two… Three… Four
Then the silence
It boils inside
Pointing fingers
Not good manners
The aching stops
Silence is dread
Seconds, minutes
Hours, days, weeks... soon
The day will come
My soul will ache
© Jacob Frey  Create an image from this poem.

Is this one of the sins of the twenty-first century?

Is this one of the sins of the twenty-first century, increased tenfold by social media affecting relationships?

Have you been uncouth or met one of the uncouth?

(Adjective: lacking in good manners, refinement, or grace.) 
:

Infidelity

Well, I guess I'm uncouth
I lied 

And didn't tell them 
The truth 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Form: Rhyme

Good Manners Are Important

Be charming
If you can't be charming
Be personable
If you can't be personable
Call me
I can't either
and I'll beat the piss out of you
You miserable jit bag

This isn't a threat it's a promise
Think of me as a last resort
We all set goals, we all make plans
But if your mission is a mess
you just gotta abort 

Call anytime
1-800 GET REAL

Verses

Verses 
 
Should I have lived a life
Without upsetting anyone 
I’ll sulk in my grave 

Should I have lived a life
Without the madness of love 
Bewails will rot my coffin 

 Should I have lived a life
Of politeness and good manners 
Howling wind my voice 

Should I have lived a life
Not seen the beauty of a snowdrop
Black soil and blindness

Retirement

Retirement and the remote control,
This sounds like a whinge in an ode,
Retired men and remote controls,
Includes, "Who gave old men phones?"
Is this what 'golden years' meant?
Defensible violence to retired men?
You'll be getting good manners for tea,
And not much more from me!
Don't you turn T-Rex on me!
I want a turn on that remote control, please,
You've turned into a sook and a toad,
My 'golden years' whinge in an ode!

Premium Member Please Give Thanks

Today, I need to say
Thank you to all who pass my way
Thank you is a word,
That is not so much in play

Too busy to say thank you
Too stressed to share a smile
Some just can't be bothered,
It stands out a mile.

Etiquette and good manners
Are they becoming things of the past
Saying please and thank you.
Are needed, meant to last,

These expressions of gratitude
We cannot do without
So altogether now PLEASE, SHOUT
THANK YOU.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Season of Anomie

Here I am my compatriot 
Do not bore me with inanity 
Stay in your lane dear friend 
And let me stay in mine
For this is the season of anomie
Tempers are high and boiling over
Do not try to teach me good manners 
Cause my patience has run out
And I can no longer listen to lies
Spewed from the pit of hell
To justify the position of your paymaster 
While our father land
Gradually disappears from 
The global map of decency
Patriotism calls and we must obey

The Dead Grandmas Society

An open letter to chicks like thee,
You wait until you're nearly sixty-three,
You'll end up talking like me,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society,
Fine-thinking women, very snippy,
Got no time for nasties and rudies,
"What's this?" "What's for tea?"
"A plate of good manners from me!"
(And the Dead Grandmas Society!),
A fact of life, real scary,
When you're nearly sixty-three,
Words appear from the clouds, prithee,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society........

Exquisitely Neat Green Handwriting

Old country house rich colored rugs hot wind
Gallopping hair whipped wildly at his cheeks
Solid double doors  top of stairway  top coat
Mantlepiece  photographs  in ornate frames 
Small  white  dog  head  between  its  paws
China  tea perfect lawn afternoon ceremony
Bowler hat  spirited distinguished  manner 
Smile of  welcome, something  in  his eyes
She trusted his good manners + hospitality
Embraced  the shadowy play of candlelight
Scent of peppermint musk vanilla surprise!
Form: Verse

Cry of a Woman

you say am harmful yet so harmless
I'm so useful yet u call me useless
I have good manners yet u say I'm manner-less
You just treat me like a devil yet am sinless
I've got a brain yet u say am brainless
whatever you call me in your rage
God made me wonderfully in his image
I am a woman yes but not your tool
you have made me  look like a fool
 you married me to live in your house, Yes
 but not to treat me as a slave and you the boss
I am a woman yes,but u need me in your life.

Respect

Thank yous or pleases, will not spread diseases
They can be put to use as you will
It’s a guaranteed fact that politeness and tact
Have never made anyone ill

Civility’s free you can take it from me
That it won’t cost a penny old chum
Practice a while with your Sunday best smile
Impoliteness makes everyone glum

Good manners are things that shouldn’t have strings 
Every day they must be put to use
Exploit etiquette you will garner respect
‘cause for rudeness there is no excuse
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.
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