A child sits quietly while all the others play.
They say," He's so well-mannered and behaved".
Only he really knows what blocks him
from mounting unbridled days.
I placed all my bets on it working out
paced round my room throwing clothes all around
read into every message, made up my own signs
before we’d even met, in my head, he was mine
Constructed an image, put together piece by piece
when it didn’t match up, I left my hope on the street
He was so well mannered, so docile and kind
I just couldn’t see him with his hands in mine
I make this mistake most every time
planning futures and placing moments before the start of our time
How do I let go of my intense dreaming
because it’s to blame for that sinking feeling
I can’t find an off switch
it starts as soon as I see someone even glimpse
in the direction of me
I hope when he’s here I act differently
living just in the moment not living for what could be
Most adorable gift I've ever received when I was a child
was a lovely kitten who often nestled by my side,
I named him Kuting from her overloading cuteness;
We became best buddies, my precious toy, my happiness.
He grew up into a fine feline, helping us in the house
and in our small barn too, driving all rats or mouse,
Trained to use his improvised loo was a high rate;
At meal time, he quietly sat in front of me to wait.
A well-mannered and most friendly pet I’ve ever had,
Never stole foods nor scratched me…my parents were so glad;
To our farm animals, so playful gentle and kind,
Ducklings and chicks were always following him behind.
God has given him so many years to live -
reward of great cat's love purred to us at immense heave;
His life ended after fighting with a poisonous snake
that devoured some eggs and hissed my dog, Spotneck.
Oh, Kuting you were my best friend, pet and hero!
We hold you in our heart, we’ll never forget you,
Our photos together on shelves are great reminders
of your many beautiful memories that'll be treasured forever!
For
a girl
with shy smile,
bit assertive,
sweet tooth, talkative,
foolishly true-speak rude,
learning to be gracious kid
polite and well-mannered quickly
evolving to responsible teen
with changing family was tightrope walk.
'Walk the tightrope again' said the tough fate
so as adult balancing fears, tears,
terrified of making mistakes,
choices in the heart of hearts,
learnt to be polite, I
carry on tight-lipped
along ebb tide
of precious
divine
Life.
The poet chuckled and the walls laughed
back!
They were her friends, after all, with nary
a crack.
The walls watched her pen, her bleeding
heart out.
Their wall souls, were her earth angels,
clearly no doubt.
They were there for her,always at dawn
and at night.
In howling winds and storms, they kept
her warm and from fright.
Delightful companions for all gastromomic
events were they.
Well-mannered, they partook as she dined,
fine manners, had they!
They worried, too,watching her walk with her
rollator.
They much preferred that,than seeing her be
a couch potato!
When the stars came out,she’d blow a loving
kiss to them.
Her stalwart friends,in the blue moonlight of
her whispered, Amen!
4/9/2023
Written January 25, 2015
The girl is broken
She wanted to be saved
And there's him;
Well mannered
A kind man
He was like an angel
Well dressed
A good man
He was like a prince
Well educated
A lover
He was like a poet
The girl is broken
She wanted to be saved
And there's him
———————————
Did he saved the girl?
"No he's the reason why she's broken."
You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to tear the world in two
As you safely stand
In your well-dressed land
Handing out ornate soliloquies
Like pennies
yet neglecting to understand
The poverty of agony
While my dark demeanor
is dismissed
I will burn buildings
If you insist
On painting glitter
over rage
On labeling my pain
a phase
An inconvenient rite, a blight
On your ladylike
well-mannered path
My wrists bleeding
As you correct my math
My words are not petty, not obscene
I am not a robot, not a machine
To defuse, deprogram or debug
Or merely lock away and shrug
In your placid belief
that compliance is peace
What is prison for
If not release?
When I am tumbling through
Unstable skies
And need a roof
To calm my eyes
Bring me more than
A structured reply
Just sit with me
And ask me why
6/24/22
We saw and yet ignored
the evident mistake,
being indifferent
or perhaps well mannered,
having nothing at stake.
We saw and yet ignored,
what the verse left unsaid;
thinking but not feeling,
captive to pace of life ~
sign of being ill-bred.
We saw and yet ignored
soft whispers beckoning,
for our soul’s not yet stirred
by love for love yearning,
till time of reckoning.
We saw and yet ignored
the cry for an embrace,
for heart’s not awakened
to pulsations of love,
we each imbibe as grace.
26-April-2022
Our Heavenly Father graced of
Playtime
To remind
Despite our past sins
We are precious to him
We are always able to conquer
For he is our Mentor
As our Lord did select
Our Lord as our Architect
I always believed in you
We always rose within your values
Kept well mannered
I looked up to my Elders
where are all the gentlemen
how have I missed them
his firm extended handshake
his perfect glaring eye contact
in his imperfect ways acknowledges God ALWAYS
staying well groomed
doesn't use profanity nor curses
trysts to be just trustworthy and honest
works hard read good books
says please and thank you
find the good in ALL even if they don't seem too
open doors for others men and children to
Well mannered compassionate
Patient, apologetic
Comforting chivalrous
Respectful, dependable
Confident, polite
Caring, charitable, complimentary
lover of humanity, forgiving of ALL things
When is the last time you held a door open for a woman
When is the last time you said good morning
When is the last time you wish someone well
When is the last time you shuck the hand of a stranger
where are all the gentlemen
how have I missed them
his firm extended handshake
his perfect glaring eye contact
in his imperfect ways acknowledges God ALWAYS
someone out there show me, tell me of where
where have all those gentlemen gone
I sure do must them so
1/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
There she is
Like a flash of light
In a darkened room
With a second
Between the light
And the boom
....of TRUTH
Stunned, immobile
By the magnitude
Of what can not be escaped
Eyes, transfixed
In the now of what is
I'm raped
....of choice
How dare she
Just show up, uninvited
In spite of what she's ignited
A well concealed rage
Of what has been engaged
Locked in a well-mannered cage
...of deceit
And the reality
That nothing can fix
Broken.......
but TRUTH,
Is NOT........
a desirable feeling
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/23/2021
Bumblebee Babineaux, the younger daughter, has just reached the age when self-confidence makes the most sense. Bumblebee is generally a pleasant, well-mannered girl, with a smile like freshwater pearls, and sparkling emeralds for eyes. However, being a middle child has its disadvantages, to her way of thinking. She is often righteously intolerant of her precocious younger brother, Gnat, who takes every advantage when left unsupervised to rummage through Bumblebee’s dresser drawers, curiously examining all her girly-girl things. Bumblebee is very protective of her girly-girl things, especially her large collection of jazz musician stickers. But more regretfully, she is envious of her beautiful and talented older sister, Labyrinthia, who is currently in Baton Rouge studying to become a yoga instructor. Bumblebee harbors an incipient resentment toward her older sister that will have dire implications in the story about to unfold.
He's not proud that it came to this.
He's very aware that something's amiss.
He never chose to be lonely and selfish;
Or dreamed of not having a want nor wish.
A well-mannered man, meek and mild,
Mr. Blue always greets with a smile.
But he's sad, sorry, and blue.
He has no sisters or brothers
And no room for others;
Neither for me nor even you.
He lives in a cave,
Far from roads paved.
He lives of the land and
Digs for gold with a pick and a pan.
He feels secure with a gun in his hand.
And doesn't care whether others understand.
He only knows it feels like sinking in quicksand,
Since his dear wife died suddenly some 20 ago.
He often broods in the cave pacing to and fro.
He keeps busy most of the time with this, that,
or the other and occasional sips of whiskey and wine.
At other times, he cries, as the world passes him by.
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If I am kind enough, he will not beat me she thought.
If she is defiant in any way, I will put her in this cage he said.
She was well-mannered, well-bred and well-taught.
If she gives me a mean look, he sighed, she could end up dead.
She tried to outthink him, fixing his favorite foods with lots of meat.
He came in angry that she was shy, too compliant, amazingly sweet.
He wanted her to do something that would give him an excuse to hurt.
She asked how his day was, and he took this question to be very curt.
What did you mean? He asked, rattling the cage he’d brought home.
She was shocked and terrified, she was an orphan, and totally alone.
She saw the look in his eye and she knew she could never do enough
To save herself from this masochist who was mean, rough and tough.
The next day he let her out of the cage where she had curled up.
Because he wanted her to fix him some breakfast and tidy up.
She was stiff and sore, and came out with an attitude of fear.
She always had such sad feelings when this brute was near.
a tip of the hat
a polite nod
a hail caesar
a handshake
a slouch
a tugging of the forelock
a proposing of a toast
a salutation sandwich
a salaam
a bow
a cheek-to-cheek contact
a kiss on the bugle
a kowtow
a wave
a voicemail
a whatsapp
a geachte heer followed by a comma
a prayer
it's all very gracious and well mannered
but for god's sake get the swatter
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