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there is nothing wrong
with human nature this is
just the way we are
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Treat others respect communicate convey

I am one of eight kids
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Your voice should be lovely
A little above a whisper.

If your residence does not
improve the silence

Mums the word
(Stay quiet)

That was the
official version of;

If you don’t have
anything nice to say

Don’t say anything
Shush

I grew up with
Emily Post
Etiquette
How about you?

We were young ladies in training
Not much explaining

We were
Graciously taught
How to act
What to say

Prim and Proper
Act like a lady
Don’t stock or
Act shady

Walk with Grace
Tie your shoe lace

Set up don’t slouch
sit up straight ouch

Knees together,
feet to the side

Don’t sit with  
legs open wide

Undergarments
One should hide

Don’t scream,
say what you mean

A Lady’s, touch
Means so much

A lady should glide
Through the room

Full of cheer,
Not with gloom

Alway dress
Your Sunday best

Modesty is
Kin to chastity

Emily Post’s
Etiquette

Provides a perfect rendition
Of a girl in transition

Our mistakes exacted a heavy price
Precision demure demeanor nice

Hope more than maybe
Growing of a lady

The most important battle
A woman fought

Struggle to win a
Suitable spouse taught

Is what girls strive for
To be an elegant Lady and more

To be a Lady of substance



Inspired song
1) Lady by Styx 1973

2) Lady song by Kenny Rogers
Written by Lionel Richie 1980
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
Rendition10-15-24 A performance or interpretation simply is the act or duplication or translation of something

Exact 10-16-24
To be precise
your presence lingers
not in grand gestures
but in the spaces in between

your smile filling my kitchen
with a warmth that remained
long after the coffee grew cold
and my cup was empty

the place still set for you,
as if you would walk in, sit down,
and make everything
feel a little more whole

the way we spoke on the subway
our words mingling like passengers
clinging to the rails
never quite ready to part ways

the way things look too clean…too still
not just your toothbrush
but the mess you made of my heart
gone

how lovely it was
to have your things scattered among mine
a forgotten sock
your glasses on the nightstand
a sign this space was ours
once

the scent of your shampoo hovers
an echo of you in the quiet
I breathe you in, eyes closed
wishing you were here
to wrap the night around us
turning off the world together
leaving only us
together in the stillness
This body is the
Flower of the Soul,
Critical Mass desirous
Of Being.

No shame in the Flower,
Full blooming or
Fading,
Petals droop, running to
Seed.

The End comes swiftly,
Nitrogen gravitates to
Tuber.

O Flowering Soul,
Dead and Alive-
Your Beauty fumes as
Spirit to Sky
Where he walks
Flowers bloom-

Beyond the Ox,
Trod in splat

Each seed and tree
Throws colour on

Universal Blank.


O blanket of Stars
Eternity beckons,

Your sparking Eyes
Shine
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