Two Manners
Two cats and manners assure me as the death,
Preserve us when silly, it can be said;
The knowing of laughter causes us to resent
The futility of the island, as impatient as it can be.
A great many shores are waiting, meeting goats
And meeting manners of inclination.
They were long enough to make a journey,
The same height of the rocks met days not weeks,
No current occurred as the place of worship stopped
And worked miracles afterwards.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Manners are of such great consequence to the novelist that any kind will do. Bad manners are better than no manners at all, and because we are losing our customary manners, we are probably overly conscious of them; this seems to be a condition that produces writers.
quote by Flannery O'Connor
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Manners Lost
Bumped from behind
as I was walking down
the street today.
The culprit shot me
a menacing glare
as if to say
how dare I
be in her way
Waiting on the sidewalk
to board an empty bus,
in front the vehicle door
stands three of us
resisting the force
of an impatient crowd,
yet the man on my right,
to make matters worse,
still feels he must
push me aside
to get on first.
At the grocery store
manner-less people gather galore.
So precious is your time
and so regal are you
that you cannot wait in line
like ordinary others do,
so you swerve your cart
and cut in front
the customer in queue.
With ease I can carry on
till I have a lengthy song
of all the ill manners
or lack of courtesy
witnessed and suffered daily,
but it will not bring any solution
to the bad manners pollution
devastating our nation.
So, instead I'll remind
everyone to look,
search until you find
the manners left behind
back in those old days
when we were uncivilized.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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Our Meeting Place
I met you here sometime ago
How my whole world changed
My heart raced beyond belief
Oh I felt the sudden change
Our Meeting Place
Forbidden I was to see you
Our ages was too far apart
But I knew deep inside of me
That didn't matter too my heart
Our Meeting Place
Things have passed since then
We somehow both drift away
But when I look on back again
It brings me to those very days
Our Meeting Place
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Yes, but also one of the problems for a novelist in Ireland is the fact that there are no formal manners. I mean some people have beautiful manners but there's no kind of agreed form of manners.
quote by John McGahern
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To be always thinking about your manners is not the way to make them good; the very perfection of manners is not to think about yourself.
quote by Richard Whately
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Meeting Place
Meet you in the secret place
Scuffling in the dirt I wait
Whistle will blow, whistle will blow,
Share a joke the laughs on me
But when I get you on your own well see
Someone might hear, someone might hear
Youre a working girl now
Youve got money of your own
Hmmm the meeting place
Hmmm the meeting place
Strolling under grimey skies
Machines that make you kiss in time
Smoke on your breath, smoke on your breath
Chimney never looked so good
Never looked the way it should
From lying in the bracken wood
Coat on the ground, coat on the ground
Take a walk down the lane
Well be late back again
Hmmm the meeting place
Hmmm the meeting place
song performed by by Xtc
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This Is The Place
I have come from a long distance to be patient in this place,
I am remaining, I am staying where I am to stall, and this is the place.
I have to be a perseverance, for my progeny shall require dedication,
The same direction that is to be followed is surely then rainfall, and this is the place.
To love another being because of his virtue is surely the journey too great,
May feet and hands be covered, so that hearts are unfurled to reinstall, and this is the place.
I have a sport for my deity to love me for, and that is the supreme joy,
It entertains my soul forcing its tail to end up in a pitfall, and this is the place.
My shoes are invented by the great teacher of manners and education,
What can we mean now that I have shown you the truth to scrawl in this place?
A building will collapse forming love like an army so bladed by routing,
The sincere truth is to love the friendships and kill like a snowball, and this is the place.
My days are numbered, the nights have been worded by the scribes,
A living voyage of the seas entails my progeny to be small, this is the place.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Chance Encounter A Poem of Love over Hate
Beneath the London landmark of St Martins
A meeting of cartoons and reality surprised me.
Political art broke down the prejudice of either side
Showed the futility of hate in all our lives.
Then the meeting of reality, two faces undistinguishable
We are bereaved women, Palestinian and Jew you choose
Each a victim each in pain a pain so real within their eyes.
This pain had no cultural divide such idiosyncrasies irrelevant
Now they travel the same journey together challenging purists
To look in the mirror of hate and see who is staring back.
Dedicated to Robi Damelin & Seham Abu Awwad
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18 January 2010
This poem was written on the London underground after what was for myself and my wife a very emotional meeting with Robi & Seham challenging us to find ways become involved ourselves.
poem by James Tipp
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Dipped In Superstitions
My mind has been dipped in superstitions.
From the day that I was born to breathe.
Black cats and cracks on dirty sidewalks...
And splitting poles when walking with people!
My mind has been quick to mend a quarrel.
With those who may not agree to speak!
But grandma always spoke to neighbors...
Even if they stoled her peaches off the trees!
'Good manners and respect will save.
You don't want to take evil meanness...
To your grave! '
Sometimes I sit and pick my memory!
Of things my grandma said to me.
She told me don't talk bad of people...
'Bite your lip and watch them slip,
Off the steeple to their knees! '
Huh?
'Good manners and respect will save.
You don't want to take evil meanness...
To your grave! '
My mind has been dipped in superstitions.
From the day that I was born to breathe!
And when my grandma grabbed the spatula...
I knew when it was time for me to leave! !
'Good manners and respect will save.
You don't want to take evil meanness...
To your grave! '
OKAY...I'm outta here!
'Good manners and respect will save.
And don't pretend your heart is golden...
Before the cookies are baked! '
Huh?
And what is that suppose to mean?
'You'll figure it all out!
Long after your 'teens'...
Good manners and respect will save!
Not pretending that your heart is golden...
Before a cookie is baked! '
Whatever...
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Meeting Love
Im so nice - making love
Together were as one - in a time
We have found our way - to another day
So tonight well stay
Jungled us - we cry
Never yours and mine
Love meeting love say baby
Take my soul
Being in this place - to the night
Hoping in your arms - and take me in
And well start again
Moving to the park - sepry our design
Love meeting love youh youh
(interlude)
And floating - lost in love
The world is all they want - next to mine
Time is standing still - for you end me
So silently
Talking in there eyes - knowing your goodbyes
Love meeting love yeah yeah
song performed by by Level 42
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The upper room
There is a special room set apart and blessed
a holy place and sanctuary where we can rest.
We enter in protected from this worlds care
and sweet communion with the Lord we share.
It is a place where our souls can come in sanctity
a meeting place where we can open and honest be.
A place of tears and a place of worshipping You.
Where deep searching things can be worked through.
'Come to me, Roy and Dot', We hear You say
as burdened with sorrow and care we make our way
to that Holy meeting place of solitude and peace
and commune with You to find blessed release.
The tests of this life can take its toll upon us Lord
and battered and bruised we turn to Your word.
It is so good to retire to that room upstairs awhile
and pour out our soul to You and see Your smile.
Thank You, Jesus for such a blessed place as this
where we can experience again Your heavenly kiss.
Resting in Your presence and feeling Your embrace
strengthened once more for the challenges we face.
Good manners sometimes means simply putting up with other people's bad manners.
quote by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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A Disposition....
i
when we were on that island
in sum
we were treated with indifference
to my companion it was not just
bad manners but bad taste
even cruelty to an invited guest
ii
when we were in the boat i focused
on the good times
i always forget what i do not like
iii
this day both of them arrive in my city
and they announced it
iv
i am not indifferent
i dislike bad taste and bad manners
and so i decide
to drive them around
bring them to the best pizza parlor
and bring them back to
this sense of history
of our traditions
v
i guess they like it
but i am just human and i
promise myself
that after i have shown all my kindness
and hospitality
it will be their last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You can get through life with bad manners, but it's easier with good manners.
quote by Lillian Gish
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Good manners are appreciated as much as bad manners are abhorred.
quote by Bryant H. McGill
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Good Old Manners
What having manners mean?
Pompously speaking same tongue as Queen?
Knowing how fancy table perfectly is set
Or how to eat proper with not a stain or finger wet?
Whole complicated code of how to dress
Or to salute with gracious reverence?
Nooo, not really, isn't it more than that! ?
The Respect we've got to have
From deep inside
Not only showed, but really felt?
For anyone or anything..
Is watching self, be fair, good, keeping clean
Not stink, nor sting, never be mean
always being careful not to say or do
to others, any unpleasant thing!
Those are good manners, don't you think?
For any human kind to keep at heart
No matter if they're living
In a Palace or in a simple tiny Hut
If they don't know to read or write
or if they have an MBA at Oxford or Harvard.
The Simple Old Good Manners
Let all of us to be aware of Others
Then harmony, hopefully, we 'll find
For us, the human kind..
poem by Elena Sandu
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Endless Journey
The journey we make in life is long and hard. This
journey which has its crossroads. . . when we get to them.
we have to decide on which road to take, what path to
make and what's down that road. This journey that we must make has many obstacles,
many detours, many signs. We see the signs, but never
heed its warnings, we see the detours in life, but seem
to stray the other way. Life is rough and so is this journey that we're making.
This journey we make has its trail of tears and its path
of happiness, the two never meeting. When finally, we choose our path, we must follow it to
the end, to the end of its road, which is our destiny in
life. That's when life begins.
poem by Anthony Taimanglo Taitano
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Can't Help It
the urge that is there
like a bud popping out
for the sun
in an ephemeral meeting
rays of light
and innocent petals of
the white blossom
of spring
miracles of all miracles
an awakening.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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8 Weeks
8 weeks to live
8 weeks to die
8 weeks is all they had
8 weeks to do the things they never did
8 weeks of fighting
8 weeks of trying to fit everything in
8 weeks of pain, suffering, and confusion
8 weeks of faking a smile
8 weeks of repetition
8 weeks of knowing they were nearing the end
8 weeks of love from friends and family
8 weeks…the shortest/longest, most hurtful/helpful weeks of their lives
8 weeks later…knowing they’ll never be able to do the things they’ve always wanted to
8 weeks later…now realizing he’ll never see her walk, at graduation nor down the aisle
8 weeks later…close friends and family now in shambles
8 weeks later…close friends and family never closer
8 weeks later…here we are
poem by Anthony Martello
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