Well Mannered Poems | Examples

Walk The Tightrope

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 Walls Laughed Back

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

8am Thoughts

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."

Unstable

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

A Time of Indifference

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

We Offer Our Blessings of Love

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 Gone-

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©

The Undesirable Companion

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

Should the Levee Ever Break, Act 1, Scene 1, Part 3

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.

Mr Blue

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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Married To a Brute

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.

Only Female Mosquitoes Bite, the Male Ones Just Say Hello

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

The Other Man's Grass

The other man's grass always seems greener.
Seems the sun shines much brighter for him.
His house is much better, his clothes are much finer,
No wonder he struts and he grins.

He has a good job, he drives a fine car,
His wife is a raving beauty.
His children are smart, well mannered, behaved,
Even his dog is a cutie.

His life seems so pleasant, a river of pleasure.
He never has cause for concern.
My life however is a constant struggle.
All that I have was hard earned.

My house is a shack, my grass is just weeds,
My wife is a nagging shrew.
My children are stupid, ill mannered indubit,
My dog is a mongrel too.

I sit here and sulk and look over the fence,
And envy the likes of him.
His wife brings him a cooling drink,
As he mows and rakes and tends.

He's always so busy, he makes me dizzy.
Where does he get it all.
Whatever he touches turns to gold.
It's all at his beck and call.

He seems so happy with all that he has,
And works hard to keep it that way.
I would be too if I had his luck;
But I don't so what can I say.

Be Not Afraid

Be Not Afraid
 
Life’s full of real mysteries and unending challenges,
yet, never despair, rather always be resolute and bold. 

At times, some people in varied situations, always  
thrive on playing to the certain fears of other people. 

Sad to say, it just seems that some people want to be
“Human Creatures,” vice being polite “Human Beings.”

What to do? Do nothing. The actions of those who want
to be rude and nasty reflect the reality of who they are.

Being kind, well-mannered, and always polite does, in
fact, play positively to the “Better Angels of Our Nature.”

In the end, it all turns out to be truly a personal choice
concerning the type of person that one wants to be.

Choose wisely, I say, for the human experience is rife
with those who torment others and are always rude.

A swift and sure judgment at the end of “Life’s Run”
awaits those who are like this, and so, Be Not Afraid!

And remember that some true version of “Dante’s Inferno”
may truly await those who choose to be Human Creatures!

For them, I say, “Good Luck” dodging those hellish flames!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 9, 2020 (Didactic)

The French and I

It was so long ago, the camera in my heart, 
had almost forgotten it and so~
Let this be a tribute to Roget and his gracious 
mother, the owners.....
A French bar, Le Montmartre,filled with well 
dressed and well mannered Europeans, mostly 
French, to which it was a joy to go and to 
celebrate in.

A lover of Edith Piaf and Charles Aznavour was I!
Their soulful music made my soul fly, sky high!

Each holiday with only the French I joyfully spent.
I was adopted as one of them!
Granted, bars can be gross and rowdy,but 
Le Montmartre had love and class, I recall with a 
splendid sigh. 

If only my hand could reach back in time~but 
it cannot.
Without my French friends, the hills of San Francisco, 
my heart is both lonely and rent.

I heard the French are heartless people.
This just is not so, I tell you from three years spent 
with them..I want to shout it from the steeple!




            September 25, 2020
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