#manners
In cycle and return,
Yearly, ever ending turns,
Awakened passenger,
Besting the grand pianist
And in each a hardened,
Sharing of the quiet,
Neither cared for,
Only trotting along
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
I look at the lines
of your hand and I pretend --
that I can read them.
Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 4:20 AM UTC
Seducing someone
to want to go to hell, that --
is really subtle.
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 2:52 AM UTC
A poem is not
Your crass, Because
Earnestly,
A poem is not a medium to abuse,
Or a collection of cuss words.
Roses should pour from its phrases,
The poem must always be beautiful,
Aye, even if angry or hateful.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
My older eyes
have been searching lately
through the crowds of people tearing up
My city
I understand
protesting
Hell...
I have protested a bit myself
I understand...
pushing hard
personally
I hate to be ignored
I myself have experienced
quite a bit of
prejudice myself
most of my life
And before anyone pops off
and tries to tell. me thats its different
and trivializes
my experiences
Consider this...
I identify as a an old (60)
Fat (long before it was trendy)
Gay (came out same year as AIDS)
My whole life has centered around
alternative lifestyles
that have not r will or ethical
I have never been able to blend
keep any kind of filter on my opinions
nor conform to authorities
just because...
All that being said...
you should also know
That I am loyal to a fault
and a fixer, maker, creator...
My belief system
is simple
I believe in Good and Bad
and Right and Wrong
occasionally, it becomes necessary
to cross over to the Bad and Wrong side
but as soon as possible return
to where you belong
I believe we are all born
knowing the difference
and how a person handles that
defines them
I have spent most of my life
helping those
who were considered "less than"
by the powers that be
my first real epiphany in life
taught me that fear
was the greatest motivating factor
in most peoples bad behaviour
my second one taught me
that manners , wit, persistence and patience
could head off 95% of those behaviours
my third was a difficult one
it made me quit using the wrongs done to me
as excuses for milking a situation
instead of processing thro them
When I gave birth
I knew innately
that my child was my one chance
to build a person as I believed they should be
That last thing I was going to do
was install "untruths"
pertaining to our behaviors
or perceived inherent rights
You see, moving so much taught me
that facts can change
but truth is always the same
Yet, perspective is everything
Now as I was saying
my old eyes
have been searchin the crowds...
And listening to the storylines
Unfortunately...
the majority are near misses
right ideas
wrong techniques
For instance...
how does one bring about
equality and inclusion
by separating and blaming
I understand the anger
remember Gay bashing
was (is) a daily danger
yes Black lives matter
but so do all the others
I love my hometown Portland
a beautiful diverse conglomeration
of geeks, tweeks and freaks
with a sprinkling of weirdos ,wackos
and tightly wound wikinuts
add to that a high tolerance
for the" to each his own"
school of thought
Micro beers and green ****
have fueled grand discussions
and deep conspiracy theories
but we haven"t decided yet
So if you have the wear with all
to riot violently and demand attention
why is it that when you finally do
have the worlds attention
why do you not make your point?
And clean up after your selves!
you trashed my home town
and scared the locals into submission
just to say nothing ,
walk away undramatically
and leave my home trashed in your wake
I've thought long and hard
and watched in the wings
for the golden hour to emerge
and have concluded this:
The time is right
The issues are right
The places are right
the leaders have yet to fully develop
it not enough
to see the problems
we must be able to visualize the solutions
and put down the need to be right
while picking up the need to do right
Take the descriptive language
out of the for front
quit insisting we revisit old wounds
let them heal
All lives matter...period
Also make the rules
we are expected to abide be universal
in no ones world should it be ok
to **** some one because they don"t stop
when you tell them to and if you do **** someone
expect to pay dearly for it,
Just like when we were kids...
just because you can beat someone
doesn"t make you right
it makes you a bully
And finally one last item..
equalize leadership ideals!
Money does not make a hero
courage to stand up for rights does
Re-think our priorities... please!
Quit instilling $$$$ as a value or ethic
it is merely a vehicle in which we travel
the actual destination is the goal
(ps)-( hint) it's much less fun alone
Keep in mind ... your manners
will get you further
than your mouth ever will
but what we need to be thinking about is when the dust settles and we arrived at our destination
will we like the place and people that are here too?
One last epiphany to mention
remember the pendulum
once things are stirred up and more easily rearranged
clean up the mess and set things down in a place that allows them to become common place.
because really our ultimate goal is to become a non-issue
Only when the issues are not even brought up
will it be successful
he"s not a gay man across the street
he just a man
only when we become willing
to be bland and "just another"
will we approach balance
and ultimate nirvana
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 4:05 PM UTC
Milady, are thy in need of a handkerchief?
Or an escort out while we take our leave?
I'll shield you from those who wish to harm
Why are thou feelings so shallow yet so warm?
Must remain my posture even though she makes my heart wild
Even wilder than the desires of Adam and Eve's Child
Oh Milady wait for me, I have an umbrella
Who am I? Oh i am just a mere uptown fella
What do i want? No i do not wish these haunting desires
Anyone who says i am that dishonorable are nothing but liars.
No Milady, please wait! i wish you for who you are
No Milady, Don't leave me now after you have left this scar...
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
I opened a door,
feminism reaction
my ***** in my throat.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
We live to love..
We live to learn..
All the earth won't be enough for us..
If we live without tolerance..
If we live with love..
And even if the land isn't enough..
We live in every heart..
Spread it among all humans..
The mean of peace..
With love and smiles..
Spread it to the world..
The mean of peace...
With love, smile and beautifull manners...
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
My feet straighten out as I walk up the road
A typha in my left palm and a worn warm stone
Sentimental?
Or just the dust of petals in my mind?
I just passed a great big pine
What is mine? Is that mine?
A great fine diner is up ahead;
entrance of town and once my homestead with
a paint chipped door schedule written in lead
Peering through the window
There's no breeze though
but the lights glow
but the plants grow
How can I know?
What do I know
The small bell dings and I crash back
The legs walk in let the door smack
I grab my chest and eyes wet my chin
When did the shudder begin?
Felt
Felt a soft red cloth wipe my cheek
Is it her or is it what they think?
a memory
it can be
and certainly hurts
like a memory
A sip from a coffee
she blows on it softly
a snapping blink in the glass
whispering with moments that pass
as much as I want to try to be
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
I woke up in a glade of gray
Littered fingers and threads of grass flay
Moistened hair, a dampened glare
An enameled heart that stings
Scattered birds have yet to sing
Will it ever matter?
The soft brown dirt pushes down as I rise up
The light rain has filled my old tin cup
Ridges rusted and my eyes are dusted
My wrist-watch is broken and can't be trusted
Fire flies in a jar, they won't get far
lighted my night as my cigarettes tarred
my weakened lungs but elevated my strung-
out manners
It's getting lighter as my skin gets tighter
The clouds shift as the sun gets brighter
I miss the moon, but I know that soon
the day will pass but I won't see noon
How blue
Blue
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
The first part of any small talk is...
"how are you?"
They say "good, how are you?"
I say "I am good too"
Then I must compliment their hair
Ask them about their week
Show them that I care
By smiling cheek to cheek
But deep inside I'm feeling rather weak
Small talk has never come naturally
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
Tired and exhausted, here I sit
Thinking of the things that have changed today.
M Still confused, why it happened to her.
She has lost everything today. Everything.
Her childish smile, carefree looks, innocent eyes.
Everything.
It’s lost now.
Her once sparkling eyes are lifeless now,
There she is sitting with a heavy heart,
Like soulless a creature.
Though she has not died physically
But her soul, her purity, her charms, her senses are taken away of her.
She is still pondering what her fault was.
Why that filthy looking creature who she has once considered her uncle
Had touched her.
Why he kissed her like that.
Her once gleaming eyes are now clouded with tears.
Her pride has been shaken.
It seems as if the man’s touch has taken everything that once belonged to her.
She is still wondering why she wasn’t able to react to that man.
Why this was done to her.
She took him to be a father like a figure
And he tried to destroy her pride.
That small girl, who has not turned even sixteen until now
Is surrounded with darkness
Wondering why she was so soft then
Even after knowing whatever is happening is wrong.
She could have called out for help but all she did was,
She sat there mindlessly…….
It wasn’t that she was illiterate a child,
No, she was quite educated a girl.
She had knowledge about the actions that could have been taken.
Yet, she sat there lifelessly….
Angry, no she wasn’t angry
For she knew it was not man’s fault
But it was her fault that she had allowed him so far
She was quite, I guess because she would have been taught to be polite,
To be quite and to behave nicely
For she was born a girl.
She is not suppose to speak out loud
Even if something wrong happens to her
After all she is a girl…..
But yes, indeed some things have changed today
Some emotions took shape in her…some feelings born and some died...
Anger and hate toward men had born
And that small girl of sixteen with gleaming eyes and huge bright smile has died….
She is no more...
The one who replaced her is stronger than ever.
She knows how to speak out loud.
She has learnt that verbally abusing the one
Who is sexually abusing you is better an alternative.
She has learnt to be bold enough to stand against society...
But still emptiness and darkness is there
Somewhere within her
Prevailing continuously
And will keep growing forever…
For her soul has been shattered today……..
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Left with no suga for lemonade..
You didn't give me any.
Its the bed you made.
My suga hidden locked away I always keep plenty.
Yet you should've given me some.
You didn't give me any.
Should things become unraveled undone.
Behaviors..
Like gentle flavors
Gifted courtesies.
Texting etiquettes.
Is like a lumpy preserved sugar cube.
Know that rules in texting has its magnitude.
Proper mannerisms set for the right attitude.
Like sensual videos from youtube.
Proper texting skills.
Sets the flow for good word adjectives.
If texting don't just walk away.. at least say bye have a good day.
You were texting me and simply vanished away.
Didn't hear from you till some other day.
No good morning no how are you.
No Sorry I hadn't replied back to you.
The stems that builds proper relationships.
Simple actions that can untie good friendships.
Rude mannerisms, actions, bad timing..too many crazy smilies.
Too much giving, too much doing, way too many gifs cheezies.
Texting at wrongful innappropriate times.
Like at the movies or on a date no good signs.
Manners gone like public phone booths uneeded dimes.
Your rudeness Your going I can't miss.
You have no suga cubes.
Just sour lemons..
Easy to dismiss.
You gave me nothing to make lemonade.
Can't fix this mess you have made.
No suga for lemonade!
By selinasharday all rights reserved..3-2018
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
I am Ma’am.
Ma’am I am.
And if I order
green eggs and ham
at the café,
you can say,
“We don’t serve that here,
Ma’am.”
Miss, I’m not.
I am not Miss.
That appellation
is a dis.
Take a look,
and you’ll see this:
I’m 53, not 18.
I may be older than I seem,
but my days of girlhood are long gone.
And to call me “Miss” would just be wrong.
So call me “Ma’am;” it’s what I am.
You might think “Miss” is hip or flip,
but if you call me that there’ll be no tip.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
If I strike their respect, they’ll roar
Burn houses, public properties
All of them demolish the streets
It’s me who must control
Respect their symbols, let them live
In peace
Recollect the past, can you describe
Every incidents of war and massacres
It ain’t safe to be majority nor minority
When they can stand for betterment
We all could live in serenity
Several options, they selected the wrong
Blew words at religions for war
For their arms to be sold
For them, it’s business
For human beings, it’s violence
How do you describe
Showering bullets at children
Bombs on towns, labeling terrorism
Never forget, they are the terror
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Dinner with even the gnicest gnomes
Can be excruciating -
Their table manners are less than genteel -
In fact they’re gnauseating.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
I had a customer at work today
with a tattoo across her chest
that said "Royalty" with a little
jeweled crown hanging off the "R."
She wanted a pack of cigarettes.
She didn't ask, she demanded.
She didn't say "please."
I gave her the cigarettes.
She didn't say "thanks."
I asked how her day was going,
and she said "good."
She didn't ask how my day was.
At first I thought a girl like that
isn't royal at all.
But, the more I thought, the more
I realized that she was.
Because royalty doesn't ask,
it demands.
Royalty is above saying "thanks."
Royalty doesn't mingle with
gas station clerks.
Regardless, I muttered *****
under my breath as she walked away.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
No men.
But when the
conversation starts, they dominate.
Worm their way into every sentence, every silence.
Every caught breath, exhaled pause.
Names, nice-to-meet-yous, passed round with sandwiches and tea.
Hole-riddled autobiographies, wadded out with circumstance and need.
Explaining themselves, defending their actions. In turn. And I?
Have never felt so young.
To my left, and working clockwise: Affair-with-the-boss, Heart-condition, High-risk-of-genetic-defects,
In-the-middle-of-a-divorce-not-sure-why-she-slept-with-him, Grown-up-children-can’t-bear-to-go-through-that-again,
and back to me. (Boyfriend-has-two-kids-wants-no-more)
He noticed that I’m pregnant.
Was pregnant.
Was.
We chew our way through sandwiches. Different coloured fillings, no flavour- choked down with lukewarm tea.
We know it’s a test.
We have to talk, smile, eat, drink, laugh (not manically)
if we're to go home.
I can’t do it.
I want to cry. But I’ve been told off for that already (curled up on a trolley, examining bloodied fingers)
I drift, I think.
Jump out of my skin when she speaks to me.
"You must eat" she says.
"You must eat."
I search for myself in their eyes,
re-make myself from fragments and reflections I find there (Four parts child, one part b-tch)
"It’s OK" I tell her, "It’s OK.
On my way home I’ll get a Happy Meal.
I’m collecting the toys."
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC