That happiest moments come in childhood
When innocence combed ones hair
And Saturdays bring respite
Bedrooms lined with a few toys
While two fair ground ballerinas
Curtesy on a white wood mantelpiece.

Then that snuggling down to sleep
Under homemade feather eiderdown
Hot lemon and sugar brought in a glass
The certainty of mother's voice
Climbing the stairs with wine gums.

Even if time stretched patience
It arrival brought only surprises
And leaf rubbings on paper
Were treasured achiements
Displayed in cardboard mounts.

Love Mary x

Mom and dad never around like that **** was planned out.
Still you never caught me asking for hand outs you would've thought I took the main route by the way I stayed out, always told I wasn't being lady like but where I'm from, being a lady rarely gets you liked.
And the prettier you are the more likely you gotta fight. So I was more focused on getting my hands right than preparing to be a mans wife and that's just real life.
Mom never taught me curtesy dad was never there for emergencies, so I was my only care like urgency.
Now it's about what ya know and if you've heard of me
Heard you can get far if you act accordingly
So now people asking if they can record with me
Before they said poetry? You'll get bored with me. But I figure it's worth a shot then to take the easy way out like the majority. You know what that means I can get rich off a ***** that's on scheme or "modeling" on a pole I'm tryna be your fav rappers next song dream.
Ain't knocking nobody I just got more in store for me. @fvckalexia

Drunk,
you called for me to catch up

Drunk,
you bowed and kissed my hand
and asked me to curtesy

Drunk,
you offered up your arm to me
and laughed when you somehow managed
to mess that up

Drunk,
you kissed me on the corner
with the lights of the cars around us

Drunk,
you held my hand as we walked
and did not flinch as others passed us

Drunk,
you wrapped your arm around my waist
in front of your friends
and held me tighter
than you ever have

In the morning,
I find out that you were sober
and my heart skips a beat

Begin again
Brighter
Bolder
Love is my happiness
Safety is my need

I serve myself well
I know the curtesy of love
I live. I learn.
I love what means the most to me

I want to be a traveler
I want to experience what my ancestors never got to
I want a husband
I want two children
I hope it's not too late

I went to an angel
I asked for forgiveness
I asked for a due over
I went pleading on my knees to take it all back
She only looked at me
She told me
She only hugged me
She told me to not get lost in others
She only said my name
She told me to serve myself well

What happened to chivalry, integrity, and respect? What about common curtesy, empathy, and sympathy? What happened with trust? It seems as if none of these exist in todays world. I want world peace. But it takes more than a single person to start the end of war; an end to threats. We must stand together to end this world wide discrimination. Martin Luther King Jr ended Racial Injustice; Abraham Lincoln set slaves free; George Washington brought freedom to the U.S., He formed this country with John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, James Monroe, and Benjamin Franklin. Rosa Parks stood up to end the Racial Inequalities. And I say, that if they can do it, we can do it. We are the generation to make a change. So lets change it.

Please don't tell me I have a voice;
Living this way has left me with laryngitis.
I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper

Please don't say there is nothing to fear
For I've felt the cold tiles
over
     And
          over
catching me as I came crashing down
As you promised to catch me if I were to fall
And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.

Courtesy Flush

     Well it happens all the time
And I’m sure it happens to all
And I’m not ashamed to admit
I cringe from what rises from the stall

Your day is going well but you
Must go inside to take a ****
Your a good person and really
No one deserves a torcher such as this

So please I have but one request
If you must go number two
In a public restroom, you know
It’s just the right thing to do

Remember the last time you walked
In and you thought something had died
And the smell was so overwhelming
That you broke down and cried

There’s nothing worse than walking in and
That smell hitting your nostrils in a rush
It’s really the least you can do is give
The person walking in a curtesy flush

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 07/29/2022
All rights reserved

I got my polling card
to vote at a station
in a local school
and
I'm going to run or
rather stroll in hard
and make my mark
which
just brings it home to me
what these political types
tend to be

make my mark?
like I'm a dullard
and can't write

perhaps we should doff our caps
touch our forelocks
bow or curtesy
to these,
in most cases
landed gentry

and for those who still believe
after everything every politician
has tried to thieve from you,
I salute you
before
they shoot you down again..

I wonder how Trump must feel, losing his house,
Right about now families suffer the cold
I wonder if he’s familiar with empathy,
Fallen in apathies, feeling simply
This is what it’s like…

I tell my mother
That it’s bullying when they say **** like
“Might as well pack up now I’m filing for your eviction”
**** like that, in a time of COVID,
You must file with the Court for assistance.
I don’t need to tell my mother
How to fight the hatred,
Struggling to get by
One way or another,
This is what it’s like…
(Thy neighbor as thy brother?)


The caustic relationships we **** ourselves to have,
As we keep the dust swept under the rug,
As we’re drained of our chi, convince ourselves perhaps
It’s meant to be, friends to the end of our childhood,
I’m exhausted hoping that you’d keep your word
Adult friends learn common curtesy during
childhood, ya know

Now I’m grown and what I know is —
         There’s someone you know standing out in the cold
Waiting for the bus, close to midnight
And you’d rather drink and ****,
My apologies, I don’t do either, mothertruckers.
In the desert it’s a must to sweep out the dust
Last and final warning,
Cold waiting at the bus —stop...