Could be not said of him
a good man once
now a deceit.
Could be not said of him
a man just once
now a sinner.
Could be not said of him
a man pleasant once
now a rude .
Could be not said of him
a man he had been once
now not one.
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The Boy And The Man
The boy of long years
full of life and cheer
once very aggressive and bashful
has become now a man wonderful
solemn and gentle in tone
not because of his choice alone
turned so to adjust to his wife
who keeps him in strife
behaves with a lot of indifference
pays scant or no reverenc
e
belies herself in her attempts
treats all with a possible contempt
speaks loud and rude
her movements are crude
know the reason now for his change
a man I sympathise from a range
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The Ways To live.
The way you speak
the way you behave
makes you stand out.
Peeking into other’s affairs
Propping unnecessarily
makes you unwanted.
Passing remarks
scathing and irrelevant
makes you disliked
Talking rudely
Telling lies
makes
you detested.
These are few in the code
that brings out in mode
the ways to live.
Rude is a word that sounds crude
With the sound being so bawdy
the action would be truly cloudy
hurting the person who receives it
but providing pleasure to the one that extends.
Using words wicked might be lively to some
as they feel they are up above the world
atop a prime slot perched on the heights.
The rudeness would strike them back lie a vampire
piecing them into fragments and shredding them into nothing.
Rude be you not to anyone at any time at any cost
is my humble plea to all those who read this little treaty.
Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
Palpitations kept his heart beat in a race,
An unexplainable sorrow stole the grace,
An unbelievable tale
set the deface,
It was a hell to survive the blaze.
Nevertheless he had to get through it in a daze
There were additional frothing in the furnace,
Boiling over in an unexpected ablaze
Yet he had to put up with it in a phase.
It was all built up in a madness,
It was a texture of serious illness,
It massacred the veracity to a stillness,
Yet he had to face it with a boldness.
The heart fluttered high and low,
Casting a picture of a shadowy glow,
The performance was deadly slow,
Oh! the extension was halted with a severe blow.
It is a story of a loving pal,
He fell a prey to a rude call,
Oh! it was a terrible fall,
Lo! he breathed his last in a drawl.
