Anyone can be polite to a king, but it takes a gentleman to be polite to a beggar.
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Face To Face With An Unknown Cat
miao
face to face with an unknown cat
where did it learn this manner?
the next door neighbour has been around for ages
and we hardly know each other
polite cat
polite, polite, polite
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Man is the only animal that learns by being hypocritical. He pretends to be polite and then, eventually, he becomes polite.
Man is the only animal that learns by being hypocritical. He pretends to be polite and then, eventually, he _becomes_ polite.
quote by Jean Kerr
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The Lovin' Crocodile
To make this news will cheer me up tonight,
But where do doves despair when caught alight?
There is no chance in this to reunite,
As far as eyes can tell to be polite.
I ponder more these ways that reconcile
Our brothers fighting more, and then even;
It's like the rage of love, that crocodile
That menacingly poses some lovin'.
I hear the sound of reptiles speaking bad,
I see them down the river lurking now,
My thoughts are with the danger so forbad,
It crawled on legs so uglier, but how?
I see them now and then, in waters cold,
To be polite, to be polite and bold.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Gentlemans view
I hold the door open for you
a simple act of courtesy
This any gentleman would do.
To you I act insultingly.
Because you simply do not know
how a true lady should react
and the hostility you show.
Just demonstrates this sorry fact.
How sad it is this should be so
That Feminists can only see
Politeness as another blow
against their female dignity.
A lady knows how to accept
such a proffered courtesy
She feels entitled to expect
to be treated courteously
I do not say that feminists
cannot be ladies. I dare not
I am quite sure some must exist
In my experience not a lot
I will still act the gentleman
I know that ladies understand
I act this way to show I can
Be as polite as any man.
So if my manners cause offence
It is something I regret.
But perhaps I might influence
Some feminists so they forget.
Their attitude towards all men
is fuelled by their ignorance.
I hope that they will think again
There might just be the slightest chance.
I recognise equality
I merely choose to be polite
If you prefer hostility
It is your choice you have the right.
11-Jun-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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for Claribelle
Life is a polite woman.
I have always told you that in class.
I delight in the politeness of a woman.
Outside the class.
When i fall in love, i keep it
to myself. There is no courage for
me to say it. I keep my own joys.
You are a polite woman.
I named you my own Life.
The class do not know that.
I keep it upon myself as a
lovely burden. I keep sorrows too.
Secretly, like
a divine burden, an un-confessed
sin.
Sometimes, i have not told you
before you left, i also mumble upon
myself, without any wish
that i may understand what i
try to hide,
completely. Soon i forget and then
I am happy again.
That is what life is all about.
I am polite too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The English are polite by telling lies. The Americans are polite by telling the truth.
quote by Malcolm Bradbury
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This Container
Tough are the edges of this container,
I contain them, I persuade them
To multiply inside and sting noone,
Just to be polite and not harm someone.
Just be so polite to my corner
In the haze of speech, the speaker is!
May I add the ingenious remark to relate
So that my progeny shall never deplete.
Tougher swerves of the pen make for more noise
Than this container of quite too much joy.
Joy is in the pen of concreteness,
The stated art so piled up from centuries of work.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Polite Sea
By the polite sea I rest,
Engaging in attention
And words. By the sea
I lay, by the sea I pray,
Dropping my elbows and words
Onto her sand.
By the amorous sea
I dream. And dream. And dream.
I love the sea. I love the sea.
She is quiet and polite
Tenderly allowing me permission
To be.
poem by Masiela Lusha
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And why is our music called world music? I think people are being polite. What they want to say is that it's third world music. Like they use to call us under developed countries, now it has changed to developing countries, it's much more polite.
quote by Miriam Makeba
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Thank You for Your Appearance, Mr James
From polite acquaintances, “Good Afternoon”
At the office, a single glance and a polite tip of the head
To teacher and student
A lesson to be remembered;
How to be strong, how to learn from your mistakes
How to recognise inner beauty
For that
Thank You for your Appearance.
You, witnessing my growth from
Careless child to a much better human
My performances, my confidence
And lastly my success at overriding the rocks in my path
Is due to you, my teacher
Thank you for your appearance
In my life
poem by Mandy Chen
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A New John Bull
A tall, slight, English gentleman,
With an eyeglass to his eye;
He mostly says “Good-Bai” to you,
When he means to say “Good-bye”;
He shakes hands like a ladies’ man,
For all the world to see—
But they know, in Corners of the World.
No ladies’ man is he.
A tall, slight English gentleman,
Who hates to soil his hands;
He takes his mother’s drawing-room
To the most outlandish lands;
And when, through Hells we dream not of,
His battery prevails,
He cleans the grime of gunpowder
And blue blood from his nails.
He’s what our blokes in Egypt call
“A decent kinder cove.”
And if the Pyramids should fall?
He’d merely say “Bai Jove!”
And if the stones should block his path
For a twelve-month, or a day,
He’d call on Sergeant Whatsisname
To clear those things away!
A quiet English gentleman,
Who dots the Empire’s rim,
Where sweating sons of ebony
Would go to Hell for him.
And if he chances to get “winged,”
Or smashed up rather worse,
He’s quite apologetic to
The doctor and the nurse.
A silent English gentleman—
Though sometimes he says “Haw.”
But if a baboon in its cage
Appealed to British Law
And Justice, to be understood,
He’d listen all polite,
And do his very best to set
The monkey grievance right.
A thoroughbred whose ancestry
Goes back to ages dim;
Yet no one on his wide estates
Need fear to speak to him.
Although he never showed a sign
Of aught save sympathy,
He was the only gentleman
That shamed the cad in me.
poem by Henry Lawson
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King is alien
King is alien in foreign land
Poet and scholar are not.
Nothing is impossible for
Powerful and mighty.
For the traders
No place is out of reach.
For a polite talker
No one is stranger.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Acute Sayings
Among the many acute sayings of my heart
The hardest heads have combined to produce them;
Ridiculous sayings are polite, well-looking
And blind for the worlds and the lords of adventure.
The exhibition strays far more than kindness,
Modern mania inhibits us in mighty worries;
Suggested actions involve the stewards of work,
Like the heart and its belongings, a sacred lot.
Every solid and gas may react to see the days
And the nights conserve the whole of existence;
Not in this city will negative actions take there
The pride of a generation, so polluted and polite.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You Got The Fever
Well, things are getting bad now
Since your woman left you, just cant do without it
The other day you even read a book
That tells you how to go about it
It says to join an evening class
Or hang around in zoos and railway stations
And gives you lots of lines to use
And how to make the best of situations
You know its just a bunch of crap, you used to do okay
But that was long ago and far away
You got the fever
You got the fever
You gotta love her
And you gotta leave her
Its something you cant fight [hey hey hey]
Lets call it something polite
Like the fever of love
Fever of love
The girls that want you you dont want
The girls you want they never seem to want you
The girls at work are married
And the girls at dances never seem to want to
The girls in bars are always with a friend
Or waitin for their new fianc
And you tell the barmaid youre just lonely
She just smiles and says: thats what they all say
So you look up some old number you said youd never use
And tell yourself you win instead of lose
You got the fever
You got the fever
You gotta love her
And you gotta leave her
Its something you cant fight [hey hey hey]
Lets call it something polite
Like the fever of love
Fever of love
You got the fever
You got the fever
You gotta love her
And you gotta leave her
Its something you cant fight [hey hey hey]
Lets call it something polite
Like the fever of love
Fever of love
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Whites Sepulchre
Although he may purport to be, a paragon of piety.
His “Hobby” of photography, a cover for pornography
The more perverse the faster sales, because his market never fails
He grows rich from obscenity although outwardly he seems to be.
An honest upright gentleman and a professing Christian.
Apparently respectable. Which goes to show you cannot tell.
What lies behind the masks we wear, we do not ask we do not dare.
The public image we present can be destroyed by accident
When at long last he is brought to book exposed for what he is a crook.
We look again and we can see the depths of his depravity.
Although it takes us by surprise he loses stature in our eyes.
We used to hold him in respect, we see him now as a reject.
from all polite society and view his downfall gleefully.
5-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Venus Stop The Train
Venus, stop the train
For the brakeman lost his place
Satellites were spinning and out of space
They televised her feelings while the light
The light struck terror
I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness
Her father warmed the benches
Vice president of southern branches
He reached out to her when her mother slept
He would never forget the light
The light, the light striking terror
I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness
Satellites spinning
Satellites spin
Well the light
The light, the light
The light, the light
The light strikes terror
The light strikes terror
I keep my distance because she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I'm polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Ugliness
I keep my distance cause she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I'm polite to her
I reach my soft hand out to her
I've known her for a very, very long time
song performed by by Wilco
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Coronation
At the king's gate the subtle noon
Wove filmy yellow nets of sun;
Into the drowsy snare too soon
The guards fell one by one.
Through the king's gate, unquestioned then,
A beggar went and laughed, 'This brings
Me chance, at last, to see if men
Fare better being kings.'
The king sat bowed beneath his crown,
Propping his face with listless hand;
Watching the hour-glass sifting down
Too slow its shining sand.
'Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me?'
The beggar turned, and pitying,
Replied, like one in dream, 'Of thee,
Nothing. I want the king.'
Uprose the king, and from his head
Shook off the crown, and threw it by.
'O man, thou must have known,' said he,
'A greater king than I.'
Through all the gates, unquestioned then,
Went king and beggar hand in hand.
Whispered the king, 'Shall I know when
Before
his
throne I stand?'
The beggar laughed. Free winds in haste
Were wiping from the king's hot brow
The crimson lines the crown had traced.
'This is his presence now.'
At the king's gate, the crafty noon
Unwove its yellow nets of sun;
Out of their sleep in terror soon
The guards waked one by one.
'Ho here! Ho There! Has no man seen
The king?' The cry ran to and fro;
Beggar and king, they laughed, I ween,
The laugh that free men know.
On the king's gate the moss grew gray;
The king came not. They called him dead;
And made his eldest son one day
Slave in his father's stead.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Diggin? This
Diggin' This
You say you don't want it
Just watch and you'll flaunt it
You stare at the ceiling
And ignore what I'm feeling
Well that's fine, hey I don't mind
I can find nothing wrong with it
And you say in your polite way
Oh by the way can you get on with it?
Now that I've seen
Not really Diggin This!
Did I ask for your input?
How's the taste of your own foot?
To speak and not be right
You'd like to just rewrite
My life and take what you like
And decide with all of it
And to know that if it goes right
You'll never find out if I wanted it
Now that I've seen
Not really Diggin This!
Now that I know
Not really Diggin This!
Called him twice today
They said he went away
I never wondered why
They tried to hold him
Ain't never comin' back
Pull out the welcome mat
I never wondered why
They tried to hold him
The way that its goin'
To laugh without knowin'
The way that I'm feelin'
Inside is unappealin'
Well that's fine, hey I don't mind
I can find nothing wrong with it
And you say in your polite way
Oh by the way can you get on with it?
Now that I've seen
Not really Diggin This!
Now that I know
Not really Diggin This!
Not really Diggin This!
song performed by by Nickelback
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In No Mood to be Polite
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
The atmosphere stinks like raw sewage,
With people hoodwinking and dumping their blues!
The climate today supports actions of the foolish
And speaking one's mind is considered taboo!
'Screw you! '
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
Offensiveness is used to defend,
More jackasses now...
Then ever there has been.
And defending the right to insult and defame,
Should make everyone wonder
Why there's no shame to claim for the blame!
It's pouring down 'insanity' upon our heads like rain!
No plane can fly high enough,
To escape this sick and saddened game!
It's worse than awful!
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
The atmosphere stinks like raw sewage,
With people hoodwinking and dumping their blues!
The climate today supports actions of the foolish
And speaking one's mind is considered taboo!
But decency still remains 'my' creed...
Despite this cesspool we are all swimming through.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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