Best Condos Poems
Rain is brewing;
black clouds hang over the Cockpit Country.
Them rainclouds have a habit of shifting colors like a lizard.
The smell of the pending shower is strong on September’s breath;
the sun take a well-deserved break.
Mango season is long gone,
and bellies are tied up in knots.
Naseberries; they accompanied the mangoes.
Them guys from abroad,
who bought the government land across from the football field,
slaughtered them faithful guava trees.
They build condos,
but poor people can’t eat condos.
How inconsiderate them big-shot government boys are.
We (me, Footloose, and Squealie) device a plan,
when our bellies start telling us something must be done,
but we have to wait ‘til darkness falls,
‘cause bushes have eyes in sunlight.
While everyone sleeps in the bosom of the night,
we put on our birthday suits,
and scale the barbed wire fence at the back of the house.
We are now one with the blinding shadows.
We race carelessly across the open pasture;
burrs biting at our tender flesh,
and mosquitoes humming maddening music in our ears.
We tip toe on the dry leaves,
using our hands as shields
to fend off the razor-sharp edges of the cane leaves.
We drop down on all four, bellies on the ground;
we navigate the rows like them American marines – naked and all.
We ate our full,
and Squealie wet the bed that night.
Them sugarcane have a way of making us hyper.
Footloose fell from a Poinciana tree and fractured his hand,
but we stayed energized that fall.
Categories:
condos, childhood
Form:
Narrative
Lovely
In deep woods, so verdant, quiet and still,
below the sun where bravely hawks do fly,
you’ll find a county spot called Owings Mills,
a suburb born beneath the Maryland sky.
Sweet doe pop their big eyes in headlights glare,
and maybe a huge stag will grace your path.
Escape from city smog and breathe fresh air,
to swim, play tennis, walk or just plain laugh.
Condos, town homes, single family choice,
ranked 49 in U.S. spots to stay.
A place of people with an active voice.
Home where the Ravens practice how to play.
This land that's rich in streams and little hills,
makes rustic scene in lovely Owings Mills.
12/29/16
Sonnet about where I live
Categories:
condos, beauty, community, life,
Form:
Sonnet
What weighs down this sandy wisp
between a bay and ocean is not
a causeway, not the press of footed towers,
nor the tread of bare and browning bathers
on its narrow, wet, khaki-colored beaches --
It is the weight of air, cloudless, clear
but heavy air -- blue in the depths --
that arches overhead; and it is the sizzle
of minor surf along the island's edges,
dampening sand, to stick upon the sea
like a licked stamp upon a letter.
The men, roads, and condos all may seem
to wrest control from nature and its weather;
but, we, who've spent some years here,
know better.
Categories:
condos, life, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
BIG IDEAS
UNG!!!! Fire was the big idea
Flaming Woolly Mammoth on a hot stick
OHH!! The wheel was the big idea
Woolly Mammoth are heavy
Caves were the big idea
Condos of cohabitation.
Cave Drawings were the big idea
Decorative stories
Road Trips were the big idea
Keep moving with the food
Evolution was the big idea
Creatively adapt to change
Music was the big idea
Drums and whistles and chants
Dance was the big idea
Moving in the fire’s glow
Words were the big idea
The poetry of survival
Texting was the big idea
Messages scratched on a wall
Moving out was the big idea
UNG!!! Take fire with you
John G. Lawless
5/17/2015
SUBMITTED TO – WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Lyric Man
Categories:
condos, history, humor,
Form:
Couplet
We were golfing in the morning
It was me and my friend Bill
We were on hole number seven
Everything was going well
I drove my ball straight down the fairway
The shot was pretty nice
Bill leaned hard into his shot
But he had a tendency to slice
It disappeared toward the Condos
We could hear a frightening crash
The picture window tinkled down
Pieces lying on the sash
He said I must go and apologize
To the lady in the place
He found her lying in her chaise lounge
Dressed in frilly things and lace
He went in to check the damage
That he’d done to her place
He came out two hours later
With a big smile on his face
She said don’t worry ‘bout the damage
I already have been paid
My day has started very nicely now
What a difference it has made
I may have lost a window
But the breaks been very nice
You can stop in any time
It has been a slice
Categories:
condos, funny, golf, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The American Way
In every neighborhood
There are problems that arise.
Some never get resolved
No one that fact denies.
However: the other day
A big story was in our paper.
Of a group of upset neighbors
Pulled off a “real-estate” caper.
It seems the lovely development
Was being constantly harassed.
By big money development folk
Looking to make some cash.
It meant to change the character
Of this lovely street of homes
By building big condos out behind
Till someone got on the phones.
Alerting all the players
Who’s home backed up to the mess
We need to band together
If we are to ward off this ugly pest.
I don’t know the many hours
These folks spent in meeting
But saw each other often enough
By first names would soon be greeting.
I don’t know the details
It wasn’t happening to me
How “huge” a problem was it?
Just how serious could it be?
I don’t have facts to share
No details to finish my rhyme
But I know enough to tell you
Big business didn’t win this time.
These families grabbed this “bull”
Soundly by the horns.
Soon a co-operative process
With “cash” backers was taking form.
They pooled their limited resources
Each homeowner would pay a share
They’d show these roughneck players
They weren’t so easy now to scare.
They bought the land behind them
Set a plan for moving on
There may still be hurdles to jump
But for now the war’s been won.
My hat is off to each family
There may have been some glitches
But I saw no personal belongs
Out on a porch or in the ditches.
I can’t believe it’s really happening
It’s so the American way.
If a group is being harmed
All together they enter the fray.
So as the days and weeks
Progressing with plan A
Don’t lose hope or get upset
Plan B may be on the way.
Written by oldbuck Nov. 7, 2017 to tell the story about some great neighbors that joined together to ward off big business and the government process.
Categories:
condos, america, poetry, strength, together,
Form:
Rhyme
i ride to work four days a week
one hour each way.
i don’t like it
but i take the ride.
jerry springer is on the t.v. nightly
i don’t like it
but i watch.
somewhere in between…
of aryan dreams
black power screams
brown men plying in trade
mobile laboratories
moon over the mesas
the valley stretched out below
mountainside condos
trailer park bimbos
babies still die in the ghetto.
Categories:
condos, culture,
Form:
Free verse
Milton Bradly....
Condos castles etched in accretions dye along
The boardwalks flower made sorbitol scenes
Number twenty-twos scented sunrises, pastel piers
Neon lights enticing dreamscopes of, breathe....
The box-cars mundane roulette wheels
Spinning mirages of polyesters white gloved, hopes
Let it ride; everything I own upon, number twelve
Moonglow glazed margarita rainbows for, you and I
Cinderella, she folds....
"Games," lots and lots of, games!?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{...."Monopoly"....}
Categories:
condos, natural disasters
Form:
I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/
I represent the modern day Black man/
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn
thing when the stuff hit the fan!
“They Damn Self!”
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands
left/
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window
shoppers like we nothing!
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/
“Buy Black Owned!!”
“Keep the Money in the Hood!”
That’s all you hear/
We tried and it went/
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/
I hate the usage of the word *******!
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/
I realize ******* got a problem/ The rent not affordable/
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get ******* out of Harlem/
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/
All I see is
“I see DISASTER!!
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/
But the sad part is
WE THE MASTER!! (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)
By Lester Marrow
Categories:
condos, art, black african american,
Form:
First the bunnies came en masse
and chewed up all our fine green grass
the students had to watch them mount
and they multiplied till we lost count
Now, the deer are out of hand
they've overrun our fertile land
if they're not culled, and soon, we fear
there'll be no roses left 'round here
So when you say they're nice to watch
well, I could kick you in the crotch
it's getting hard to drink our tea
dodging bunny poo and bambie pee
Wait, what, you say that it's our fault?
to progress, we should call a halt?
stop building condos in the woods
and love the wildlife as we should
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Headline from Globe and Mail March 30, 2010:
University of Victoria's rabbit population facing cull
Headline from Times Colonist June 15, 2013:
Oak Bay faces deer dilemma; shoo them into Saanich, some say
Well, sorry guv, that's not for us
we'd rather cause a bloody fuss
we'll cull you, if you don't agree
and celebrate with a cuppa tea
Categories:
condos, animal, environment, humor, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Beachfront condos shrouded in the early mist
of morning. Seagulls hanging on the breeze,
their screeching waking sleepyheads
before their coffee, it's July the 4th,
the holiday is here!
Sailboats daubed in milky opalescence
growing clear, as sunlight nibbles at the sea wall.
Artists set their easels, hot dog vendors
primed and waiting, T-shirt boutiques
ready for the avalanche.
Parking-lots are full, it's getting hot now.
Suntanned beauties modeling string bikinis
scramble for position.
"Let's get the best spot on the beach!"
they cry, toting towels and frisbees to the sand.
Flags and beer are peddled in profusion,
smells of barbecue and pizza fill the air.
Suntan oil for those who need it,
all those fair-skinned redheads seeking
rest and refuge from the blazing sun.
Painters competing for the famed Grand Prize,
trying to catch the essence of the ocean.
Could be the next Monet! Muted pastels
smeared on canvas. Hold on, Claude,
you'd best not give up your day job!
Para-gliders soar in gay abandon,
floating through the sky like eagles hovering
they lay it on the line. You ask me,
it's sheer recklessness,
all those crazy people cheating gravity!
Musicians making ready for the concert,
violins and tubas tuning up.
People find their beach chairs
and get comfortable to listen
to the melodies of vintage Broadway songs.
And then the fireworks - woosh, boom, crackle! -
shock the heavens with their iridescent light.
'The Star-Spangled Banner.' Couples cuddle
up in blankets to watch the rockets
paint the sky 'Red, White and Blue!'
They make their way contented to their cars,
young and old alike loved the festivities.
Stop to get some Rolaids, (too much pizza,
fun and frolic!) but the day will last forever
in their memories.
Categories:
condos, holiday,
Form:
Verse
So once again, as I often do,
I sit and ponder on the loftiness of Man.
Great cities he has built -
Great are the rising condos -
Middle-finger pointing
Structures scraping the serene sky.
Great bridges spanning greater expanses
Deep tunnels through rock
And submarine mass.
Great thundering trains
Or even silently speeding bullet ones.
Great is the power
Of the drills in the earth
Bringing up the essence
To do even greater things!
Lofty, indeed, is Man
Who cares not a whit
For the rape of the land.
So Great is He that
Great plans to relocate ex-Terra are afoot.
But when the golden-egg laying goose
Is raped unto death,
Where lies the Greatness?
How lofty is Man?
Categories:
condos, abuse, anger, change, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Condo Commando Landings
They came in shiny silver saucer shaped air ships
With cylindrical flashing red lights in the night
From Planet New Jersey
Alien space crafts…. I mean .… weather balloons, (according to NASA)
From many light years…. I mean… traffic lights away
Landing in Miami first with a thirst for power
They slithered from the… ‘Weather balloons” in zombie brigades
Heads tilted, drooling, snorting and looking for trouble
Your condominium community is their new headquarters
Condo commandos are here to stay
A cruel fiduciary species without any borders
Going from door to door
Giving owners & tenants lists of rules with magnitudinal orders
Millions of regulations, line item expenses, and assessments
You must fulfill….You will fulfill…you will comply or die!
“Resistance is futile!” They cry…. Or mumble…or moan
Or whatever it is the walking dead do
If you walk on pavements you will be fined
If you have babies they must return to the womb
No plants…. No flowers… No signs on your condos
And keep your doors closed at all times
Don’t think about crime. Don’t ask any questions
And pay your condo dues or be sequestered
Categories:
condos, abuse, anger, bullying, community,
Form:
Didactic
An old country woman so rare,
Cats congregate into her care.
She fills up dishes
With feline wishes
Until all her cupboards are bare.
Folks of the town have united
To take the cats uninvited
And drop them on her
Along with their fur.
They say she will be delighted.
Her yard’s simply crawling with cats.
She’s happy to have no more rats.
They’ve all moved to town
To run up and down
In houses and condos and flats.
For John's Limerick contest
Won 4th place
(after another batch of kittens landed on my deck)
Categories:
condos, animals
Form:
Limerick
Welcome to my house on the beach,
Where there are condos for $5 each
I, for one, am an interesting figure,
With my siamese fish who likes to paint pictures
And my single daughter Rosie,
Who's immune to posie
This place is somewhere with two sides,
You live your life first, and after you die.
I died at thirty-eight
From tripping down stairs just after I ate
Welcome to my house on the beach,
Come on inside and we can enjoy a peach!
Categories:
condos, adventure, daughter, children, funny,
Form:
Couplet