Best Homeowners Poems
Old Jack hated Halloween night.
The constant ringing of his doorbell
he didn't like. So he turned off his
household lights.
His wife said, "Why did you go and
do that, Jack?" he replied "They
won't see the house, and I'll get
some rest!"
Little did Jack know that the Trick
or Treaters were determined. They
found his house, rang his doorbell
and Jacks anger just worsened!
Every time Jack got up from his
easy chair, you could hear him
mumbling to himself, and start to
swear!
The little kids would yell, "Trick
or Treat!" Jack would throw the
candy in their bags, and say half
jokingly, OK now let me be!
The doorbell would ring over
and over again. Each time the dog
would bark and Jack would cringe!
His wife would say, "Jack why
do you have to be so mean?" His
reply was, "These kids drive me
insane, non stop, that's why I hate
this Halloween!"
"Every year it's the same old
thing. The doorbell rings, and rings!"
His wife said, "Jack can't you
see the joy you bring?" "It doesn't
matter if the doorbell rings,and
rings."
"My parent's never took me
Trick or Treating. So, I never did
experience what little boys and
girls are feeling."
She felt sad for Jack she took
him by the hand and said," It's never
too late Jack, if you are willing."
They joined a group of children,
as they stopped and got some treats.
The homeowners looked at Jack in
wide- eyed disbelief!
He noticed all the fun the children
felt, as they went from door to door!
And he felt a joy overtake his heart,
and something much, much, more!
He and his wife said goodbye to
their little friends that night.
And Jack became a little boy, as he
relived his boyhood side.
Every year since he changed his
ways. Jack can't wait. To hear the
footsteps of his little friends, come,
Halloween day!
His house lights are on, and his wife
is by his side. With a great big smile
he answers the door, and acts
frighteningly surprised!
The children love Jack, it's their
favorite house to go. He fills their bags
with so much candy, their bags just
overflow.
Screwed IX Contest Rob Carmack
Spring takes its bow early in Florida’s climate
Winds expire, February debuts in quiet
Dazzling lavender blooms on cherry trees wake first
Sweet aroma o’er the verdant landscape’s dispersed
Summer lures eager tourists to beaches in May
Dipping their toes, they feel the ocean’s salty spray
Torrid heat ushers hurricane season in June
Cautious homeowners await the year’s first typhoon
But for late November, Fall seems nonexistent
Taking to nature trails, hikers’ hours are now spent
Wild boar and turkeys identified by their musk
Gopher tortoises chill in shells, deer await dusk
Locals celebrate yuletide holidays with joy
Brevity of winter - nature’s cruelest ploy
*Written August 22, 2014
They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way, such an evil act!
Chaos they love and they love to destroy.
Starting off the New Year, Newsom's their boy.
This world is full of evil, and it will get worse!
If the people don't take a stand, there will be remorse!
(No syllable count)
PLEASE DONATE TO THE CALIFORNIA COMMUNITY
FUND. IT IS A RECOVERY FUND DEDICATED FOR
HELPING THE VICTIMS OF THE WILDFIRE.
Thank you and please pray for the victims of these
wildfires. God bless all that do.
It is sad to know these Hell bound
Satanist have planned the destruction
of California through their manipulation,
aiding in not implementing a plan to
have water in the hydrants with 7.5 Billions
put aside to do so, they did not implement.
Cutting the Firefighters budget by 17
million dollars. Creating the fires like in
Hawaii using lasers. They have targeted
California, Hawaii, and Canada. You know
this was planned because the fires were
started with 100 miles an hour winds in
place to fan the fires. What are the odds
of having no water in the hydrants, 100
miles an hour winds to fan the fires, and
the start of fires, all at once... Also months
before the insurance companies started
cancelling homeowners policies against
fires. Who tipped them off these fires were
coming to take such action. This tells you
it was planned and someone knew ahead of
time the fires were coming? This has to stop.
I hope there is an extensive investigation from
a private company not by their own
administration.
Davin Newsom has to be charged for this
planned destruction, loss of life, and suffering
caused by his alleged deliberat actions.
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She's thirty-three, single,
her Mom babysits her
five year old son.
She reassures herself it's
just two more hours,
then it's the blessed weekend.
Which means delicious sleep.
She has no nest egg,
she's just getting by.
There is one kind aging matron
who makes her lunch when she
cleans her large stately home.
Yet, other well-to-do homeowners
cast their false superiority heavy
in the air as she imagines wiping
off their smug faces with Pledge.
She hums to a catchy pop tune
while scrubbing toilets and
spraying down whirlpool bathtubs
as her muscles ache,
wishing she could soak in one.
Maid for the ungrateful,
she smiles remembering her
First Holy Communion,
her snow-white lacy veil,
with her rosary of pearlescent
ivory beads.
Then, a memory of
teenage politics of high school
with random daydreams like
impromptu snapshots.
Her lips and throat dry from
those wretched aerosol sprays,
always forgetting her face mask.
A few sips of tepid Gatorade,
as she softly prays her son will
excel in school.
Her learning disabilities held
her back despite her gift of
intelligence.
This day's cleaning was at the
home of a lawyer's snooty wife,
who was lunching with friends
after klutzy attempts at tennis
at the country club.
Maid for the ungrateful,
can hardly wait to get home
to soak her worn feet with
warm water and Epsom salt
in a porcelain basin. ~
cat, dog, food, humor, mom, pain, summer,
I tripped over feet
My shoe laces both came undone
Slid in my 'spilled' milk
Cut my finger on broke glass
My blood now was mixed in milk!
I sat on a chair
It was much too low for me
Table top held my chin
Knees folded I knelt down below
My neck got cramped looking up!
Taking a 'soap' soak
I washed my hair in 'suds' water
Forgot to rinse 'wash'
Let the bath drain of cold water
Had to take a shower too!
I bit my finger
A huge delicious apple
Choked on pieces bitten
And swallowed a broken tooth
It left an empty hole then!
Pits are wicked on teeth
Cherry pits the worse for wear
Three cherries at once
Eaten you choke on a pit
If swallowed you then will die!
Pepper makes a sneeze
Then coughing up of chewed food
Follows up the throat
Adding 'more' to the food plate
Appetite all lost!
Close your eyes and wish
Once upon a time like 'right' now
My mom told me so
Magic will make a wish come true
Then I learnt she fibs white lies!
Cats and dogs skip rope
Jumping around up and down
When the double-dutch stops
Cat and dog hair flies about
Then the fight is done double time!
Touring on my bike
I flipped ' head over heels' and rolled
Down grassy culverts below
Upon a stinking skunk hole
Startling the homeowners there!
Belly laugh causes much gas
That builds wind into a toot
Relieving more pain
Reaching a higher stink bomb
That calls more laughter!
My peaches are very ripe
I squeezed one to check them out
Grab'n napkins and bowl
When bitten into juices pour
Sliding stickily down my chin!
Corn on the cob needs
Melted butter and wood toothpicks
Small bits catch in teeth
Cob takes two hands for chomping
All the kernels in a row!
Shaved cabbage ' coleslaw'
Sliced hamburger buns with meat
Chopped onions with sauces
Causes gall bladder heartburn pain
Trapped gasses giving 'piglet' shame!
Know Me
You only know me by what you see,
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
We cannot believe what is seen by the naked eye to be true
We cannot afford to be deceived and fooled into thinking
Persecution leads to frustration, frustration caused by accusation
What will live in our hearts? Condemnation
We are more than curvaceous hips, luxurious lips, and beautiful bright eyes
Thick legs, long eye lashes and of course, those thighs
We are more than French nail tips, and high-heeled shoes
We are more than just hair, makeup, or weave
We are more than one can consume
We are women, a rare breed in deed
Carmel complexion, light skinned or dark
Cleaver, brilliant, vivacious women
Yes, we are actually smart
Associates degrees, bachelors, masters and more
We are business and homeowners owners and
We do collective bargaining on school boards
We are mothers, sisters, cousins and friends
Volunteers, prayer worriers and tend to act like your kin
We are aunts’ grandmothers and other mothers of those
Don’t have a mother? We stand in the gap for those
We are the connection that keeps the life of love in the hearts of everyone
We are global, spiritual, high-energy individuals, yet we are one
Did you know that everyone has an assignment?
We are a conglomerate of gifts and talents
We can be a source of powerful resource management
God has given us favor, integrity and grace
There’s no reason why we shouldn't be leading in excellence
Prosperity and blessings day to day
We are nurturers, caregivers, educators, and alike
Critical thinkers, pacemakers, trailblazers, we tend to be the light
We are no holds barred
We can do the unthinkable were unstoppable, the inevitable is possible
We are human, we are life, we breathe air, we are Christ like
We are not the weak or the lame
We are not designed to conform to societies games
You do not know me but only what you see
You are so distracted by my outer appearance that you cannot see me
FLOODING EMERGENCY IN HOUSTON. HURRICANE HARVEY dumping 25 inches rain on Houston and other cities like Rockport, Corpus Christi, Victoria and HARVEY won't leave till Thursday, so storms not over. NEWS NOW shows people stranded, highway is flooded and motorists are stuck. Live video shows many cars under water and motorists walking knee-deep in water on highway. STUCK STUCK STUCK. People out wading in water and CAN'T go forward and can't back up. Power lines down, buildings, homes churches blown apart and electricity off; people in the dark. Hundreds of people bundled together in shelters.
NEWS said many people have climbed onto their roofs because their homes are under water with living area insided house flooded like victims did in New Orleans in Katrina Hurricane. Looks like Katrina all over again, and looks like Hurricane Harvey skipped Louisiana and East coast this time and struck TEXAS.
Roads, streets, highways turned into rivers and we see women, men and children being rescued in boats pulled toward safety by rescuers with water up to their chests. Helicopters flying around trying to lift people to safety, if they can reach individuals without rescuers placing their lives in danger. People need to watch out for snakes that swim in water, and possibly, alligators and other animals.
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This means people can't go to work, schools, churches, stores or their homes for, perhaps weeks; therefore, will lose income. Many homeowners don't have home and flood insurance and have lost their home being torn up, their pets, and everything they own in this world!
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The paradox of this enigma
I am an enigma...
I am a paradox...
What am I?
Here's a clue...
I am used to put out fires...
but I burn too...
you can't see me but I exist...
you can't touch me but I'm real...
I am liquid, but I'm a gas too..
I am a river but you can't swim in me
I am H2O but...
you can't brush your teeth with me
what am I?
I am...
not a naturally occurring substance
I am... an anomaly
I am a man made
paradox that should
not exist but I do
I am...
water contaminated
with methane gas.
Methane gas sometimes
is released into the groundwater
contaminating it.
Now gas companies and
their conglomerates will tell you
that it is not true that
fracking the earth is
not causing the problem
and what is new?
polluters not taking responsibility
for their actions!
I know!
amazing right!
Meanwhile homeowners
cannot drink their
tap water and rivers are dying
all over the world.
All in the name of independence
to be self sufficient
in regards to fossil fuels.
Just one more evident
demonstration of how
poorly humans
are managing this planet.
Soon, very soon,
they will have to pay
not with money
but with their lives.
This is not a threat
just speaking truth.
See Revelation 11:18
where God says he
"will bring to ruin those ruining the earth"
what a glorious day that will be!
John Derek Hamilton
April 25,2016
Across the great divide
We the people despair
Hearings in Congress
Public hearings
No public allowed
No press allowed
Homeowners, from Pennsylvania
To Texas
Told their drinking water is safe
While flames torch the water
Spewing from their garden hoses
There are no people anymore
Only billions of dollars
Choking our elected officials
There are no people anymore
Only controlled media
Regurgitating approved scripts
From a worldwide vault of lies
There are no people anymore
No
People
Anymore
In a few days, our country will pause and say, “Thanks, Lord”.
There are so many things for which I am thankful to God.
There is simply no end to the many people, circumstances, and experiences to which I have been privileged to be a part.
Nevertheless, time, space, and attention spans compel brevity.
There is a lady of a gentle, kind, and tender heart who’s to blame for my ability to take several trips by jumbo jets that I could not afford. Several years ago,
during both a season of joy and of grief, she was there for me and my wife. I am thinking of her with much gratitude this thanksgiving season. Her name is Sherry.
I am recalling a man who several years ago gifted me with a touch of his kindness and love. I shall never forget his eyes and spirit staring into mine, leaving me no doubt that he believed in me at a time when I was low. I was experiencing a dark place after surviving a storm of life on a raging sea. I’m thinking of one who became to me a beacon in the night. He’s a dear friend. His name is Ken.
There is a dear lady who on several occasions heaped compliments and praises upon me that I did not deserve. She always made me feel so very special. She passed on 14 months ago and resides in heaven now. She was indeed a dear lady. Her name was Joelen.
More than 25 years ago, I sought far and wide without success to secure a loan to purchase a home. Finally, an elderly gentleman stepped forward as an investor with the down payment. His action enabled my wife and me to become proud homeowners. He was a stranger who took a chance on us. We lost touch with him some time ago, but I’m thinking of him this Thanksgiving Season. His name is Gary.
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tanka
during the wind storm
Nature grumbles
trimming the trees
disgruntled homeowners
gather in much disarray
31 March 2015
In a course changing wind
we were swept on a breeze
to the little blue house
neath the white almond trees.
Deciding to settle
the first time we looked,
a country lifestyle
had us totally hooked.
We gave up our dreams
through the decade we spent
accepting a lifetime
of still paying rent.
A rare opportunity
gave us a chance
to save up some cash
for the homeowners dance.
Over the course
of the next several years,
memories were made
full of laughter and tears.
The little blue house
had a comfortable way,
no telling just how long
we might want to stay.
Then several years older
we notice the time
and realize we still
have a mountain to climb.
Awaken the dream
of a place of our own
and deepen the roots
of the seeds we had sown.
With prayers and high hopes
we let our dreams fly
and found ourselves sailing
a bright Sonny sky.
There were just a few bumps
as we took a big chance
but with all overcome
we were ready to dance.
In a course changing wind
we were sept on a breeze
from the little blue house
neath the white almond trees,
to a settling place
we could now call our own,
a place we will now
and forever call home.
Thank you, Sonny Nguyen. We are deeply grateful and blessed.
Do you think we shall forget the chains and bonds you shipped us in,
the stench of sweat and death swelling our nostrils,
the world you brought us to, to do you toil, the auctions of
our bodies, the abuse we took?
We shall not forget. You have given us the weapon.
We shall take the knowledge you offered. The new laws to sustain
the culture, and by the hands of slaves, our martyrs, and the people.
We shall strike the powerful blow, that will release time.
Black doctors, black teachers, black businesses, black homeowners.
A BLACK PRESIDENT!
It's easy to do nothing,
As the years pass, to your house.
"It looks okay" - a maxim
Many homeowners espouse.
But if, at last, the motivation
Strikes and you proceed,
You may discover some improvement's
What you really need.
A paint job, new appliances,
Replacements for your chairs,
A spruced-up garden and a guy
Who's handy with repairs.
From day to day, it's hard to see
How much we acclimate
To our surroundings, even as
They turn so out-of-date.
A few small changes may just help
You get into the groove
And you may be surprised to find
Your home and mood improve.
At one time my neighborhood was new mass-produced little boxes made of ticky-tacky – all looking just the same*
Beautiful affordable, true suburban models, in mid-twentieth century they were truly quite the rage.
But now the then-proud new homeowners have mostly moved to better places
While new ones gladly renovate these aging homes with new rooms and outer faces
When I walk down the street it’s easy to see many of these homes looked exactly like mine
at one time,
before they were distressed and foreclosed
It was a model community that boasted of its clean uniformity, sterility, and safety from those unqualified outside, distressed and forebode
Now it’s a bit grittier yet in my mind much prettier than a planned little row of little boxes where the kids all turn out the same.
It’s a mix of even and odd ones, making for a mix where none is truly plain.
Now the trees have grown so high, and despite the leaves and branches dropped I’m thankful for the breezes
I imagine there are dozens of Spots, Fluffies, and Socks in haphazard plots beneath them
Where beloved pets rest embraced by roots that still grow along with branches
that are strong and large, and now holding swings for another generation of kids and grandkids.
The yards are no longer so clean and shining green, but I focus on a long-gone vine
That left an imprint as it at one time crept up the wall outside my door,
and so artful its design
I want to keep it there forevermore.
I pass added studios for boarders, made from added rooms from added carports,
Basketball hoops at the street side, foot bridges over ditches for bikes, and newly added porches.
With new rooms, rooves, paint, and landscape
Nothing here a mere misuse of ticky-tacky tape.
Even those homes that still look the same outside for their original floor plan
If you go inside each you’ll see windows and walls removed and added
While the footprints are still here, new shoes have stepped in place
All from boots to bare feet to these homes have found their way.
So as I walk down the street,
At least I have a little hope right now
For despite how bleak the times may be,
At last I can believe everyone is allowed in Levittown – for now.
*Apologies to Malvina Reynolds, Little Boxes (1962)