Short Well Bred Poems
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You think you have problems? Romulus said.
A woodpecker made sure we were well-bred.
A she-wolf too
Ask Remus, you…
Forgetting he had struck his brother dead.
Be cursed anew, ye demon!
This well bred one, forswear.
Ugly, who maketh ugly.
Vile maketh vile.
Have you seen the fungus gnat?
Its effect, none can bear?
Its like there hung! To harm dear's
Smile; orchid's smile.
Make my day! Clint McRoostwood said.
His attitude was as staunch as his comb was red.
Many scooted away from him with dread.
His movie star status was totally well fed.
He pretended that he was superior, and well-bred.
Would you like to share a root beer float the kitty said.
She liked her own better, but kept quiet, being well-bred.
They sat at the outside café, the geraniums were red.
That is where she fell in love with her new boyfriend, Ned.
He fancies himself Mark Twain the chicken slayer said.
His hat is ridiculous, I would not wear it even if I was dead.
Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn? You mean asked a reader well bred.
Not sure said the chicken slayer, but look at that stupid hat on his head!
Tresses can caress,
Hers did,
While I lifted her lids,
Her wide eyes lit,
Like happy torches,
Her body pores ached,
For a little more,
She was energy,
And could go on,
For as long as one wished,
She was now here,
And now there,
She was the best I ever had,
Of well bred mares.
Ego unseat, slowing thought flow
Feeding not lower mind
Heart acquires a radiant glow
Sieving urges unkind
Aligning heart and head
Erst narrow cravings dead
Love suffused, we’re well-bred
Synced with love’s beat
Ego unseat
07-January-2022
Quietus
Daddy of dreams. Quiet teacher of shut lips.
Combination with your partner. Three born well bred daughters.
Loved by all in different ways. Daddy of Angel. Always first place.
Child rearing successful. Happy women before weddings.
Raising completed. All grown. Quiet lips. Offered wisdom when desired.
Form:
Though I may be well-spoken,
And I may be well-read,
And I may be well-dressed,
Because I may be well-bred,
I may have good intentions,
And I may be well-loved,
And I may be well-off,
And be well-thought-of,
But until living for Jesus
Has become my life’s goal
I'll never know in my heart
That all's well with my soul
I have a great idea! My cousin Jim said.
As we devoured grandma's warm homemade bread.
Let’s sing a melancholy melody tonight.
I don’t really sing those, being well-bred, and bright.
How about an upbeat devilish tune?
I said you are a hoot, Jim in the full moon.
You pick the song, he said. Choose anything.
I ran off swiftly because I do not sing.
the aura, godspeed ahead.
her countenance more than slaked,
it’s heated and apple baked.
fifty-somethings march with time…
sue ellen’s court supporting their queen,
with fanfare tea parties and costumes to preen.
steeped in fanciful color, like a dream at seventeen.
friendship and euphoria, sisters, well-bred
primped in gowns, fedoras and blossom in purple and red.
Yes,
She
Wore a
College girl's
Skirt and sweater and
A barrette in her shoulder length
Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago.
She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred
Voice that many people said was subtly insulting.
And confidence and homeliness
Not often seen—met
Together
In one
Face-
One.
To chase away despair,
we love and we desire
for a joyous affair;
to love is being higher.
And lest our heart's well-fed,
it will take another:
a lover who's well-bred,
and not any other.
Love goes on forever;
it never ends or dies,
or ceases, if ever,
and bars its own demise.
So, if love's unending,
then our joy's transcending.
Jimmy’s pretty donkey had a head for math
She was kind also, never got even, never had any wrath
Male donkeys in the stable were always sniffing around
They loved her beauty, and her empathetic energetic sound
Donkey named Little Red was a barnyard beauty for sure
She was also true to her word, and her heart was totally pure.
I am going to marry her, the bachelor donkeys all said.
She rolled her eyes at this; none of them were very well-bred.
J-ay is a good son,
A-lways respecful of elder;
Y-earning to gladly obey,
S-ubmitting to his father.
O-n May twenty-third morn, although it's his birthday;
N-ever will the parent be dismayed by son Jay.
O-ne good son is Jay,
C-ourteously responding to his mother;
H-e politely follows her,
A-lthough the clime gets viler.
V-ery civil and well-bred, the kid shall become better man;
E-ven though other children rebel, Jay is indeed a good son.
Goddess Athena is the guardian of Athens, the soothsayer said.
She is high-born in mythology, and exceedingly well-bred.
She has been protecting the citizens in a variety of ways.
And will be forever, until the end of all of our days.
Athena heard the soothsayer and rewarded her with money.
She also sent her barley, gemstones, wheat, rice, and honey.
The soothsayer sang Athena’s praises for the rest of her life.
With Athena around, Athens did not undergo very much strife.