Best Living Quarters Poems
I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams mirrored lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.
I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story often told,
in optimistic mirages where water is pure as gold,
and living quarters offered would barely shield the moon
in stifling heat of summer, or bitter cold in June.
All that's left is one wall teasing, the wind to blow it down.
Mustering yards are overgrown; mulga posts lie on the ground.
There's hand-made nails, broken rails, memories that are spread,
here among the ruins of an outback shearing shed.
I feel like I'm intruding out here on the western plains,
standing here in a ghostly wind where it hardly ever rains,
imagining I lived the life that these shearers led,
in the ruins with the ghosts of an outback shearing shed.
All that's left is one wall teasing, the wind to blow it down.
Mustering yards are overgrown; mulga posts lie on the ground.
Oil tins and sharpening stone, broken glass is widely spread
here among the ruins of an outback shearing shed.
I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams preceded lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.
I take my hat off for the flag
I stand up straight; let others sag
I get all weepy for Old Glory
thinking of my family's story
They came from Russia with naught but hope
with just their wits to help them cope
No language skills or education either
Money or living quarters, they had neither
But they scraped and scrimped, and just kept going
Gramps peddled junk, grams did the sewing
And with the help of God, it all worked out
Hard work and faith -- their kids did sprout
My father an attorney, my uncle a physician
All due to gram and gramps' prescient intuition
To emigrate alone, part of no community
to an unknown land of opportunity
fo'c·'sle /'fohksel/ noun deriv: forecastle
1. the forward part of a ship below the deck, traditionally used as the crew's living quarters.
2. historical: a raised deck at the front of a ship.
With the equinox illuminating a fortnight of recovery
On pelts spread like Ionian jars left askew,
My flame-keep sparked alight against the doldrums of
Greed. Stagnant and fetid.
My bark beats out a call stretched
Skin-tight over the sea’s virgin core
And sets trust aflame.
Ashes collected into the collated casks and
Corked with animus, Moon Girl pounded on.
Drumming a dirge on the tanner's own flesh.
Pounding the seed of echoing hope.
Pounding the corpus beat of life anew.
Those echoed my own harmony and emptied my ears.
My tunes would now be true and crisp.
My struggle to syncopate the middle eight
Was like on the saltchuck the time before.
Before we crossed the bar,
Breakers chasing, pounding aft of stern.
Now in the glow of the coal oil lamp
Sat The Dane who came to trade.
He mumbled a Chinookian curse and winced.
He sensed my mariner's cred, how I lit my smoke;
Muscle memory and addiction married in my subconscious.
But His eyes would never sense the venomous flow
Of the seabreak distant,
Like hounds baying to the highway of stars
And up to the dunes ran with phosphorescent faces
Fermenting the blackness.
Hell-hounds bounding.
Lungs pounding.
Driving on.
River may lick Disappointment’s shanks
But Drake’s gold remains unfound.
The cavities carved along the capes
Echo an emptied ethos and sapped spirit
Which salal and sage cannot clense.
Walk with me now Sister Ilchee.
Beat your dirge
Along the pock-marked ports of plunder
Laid before the flattened corpse of
Ebbing freedom found.
My normal route diverted,
I walked north instead of south
And passed a man who looked like he
Existed hand to mouth.
He’d made a small encampment
Underneath a walking bridge,
Though of course he lacked a bathroom
Or a closet or a fridge.
But I had to give him credit
For I couldn’t help but look
As he knelt before a bookshelf
Picking out the perfect book.
There were maybe twenty volumes,
Neatly standing side by side,
Clearly adding to the ambiance
Of where he does reside.
We can make our living quarters
Cozy, if we are in luck,
But to do so when you’re homeless
Takes a little bit of pluck.
I am a little elf
Tinier than a mouse
I live in a bluebell forest
In a mushroom house
I don’t have a lot of money
If I did that would be cool
I could upgrade my living quarters
Into a top of the range toadstool
Living in a mushroom house
Has its down side you see
Pesky giants keep coming along
And take it for their tea
If I could afford a poisonous toadstool
Giants would never come near
And I could live out my days
In peace without any fear
No, giants and I don’t mix
I wish they’d stay clear from my zone
We would get along much better
If they didn’t eat me out of house and home
It seems it’s only me that they pick on
I really don’t know why
If they stopped eating, got to know me well
They’d see I was quite a ‘fungi’
As I travel on the path to an unknown destination.......
I must conquer the process of never-ending education
Average math pupil but good with money multiplication
So I try hard to keep rigid concentration
Don't need drugs or liquor to grant my brain stimulation
The elevation
Of my irritation
Anger accumulation
If I fail a task I feel internal humiliation
So I'm up to my neck with worries about to die from self-strangulation
Self termination
My own extermination
Then next comes the inevitable inflammation
So I face Heaven's cremation
Now in Hell I witness my soul's incarceration and incineration
I seek some solitude, give me my space-indentaion
I'm confident a star without the constellation
Better yet I'm the Earth minus the rotation
Circle the 7 continents-circumnavigation
Rebuild my nation
Who am I kidding that's my imagination
An indication
Of dedication
Inspiration
Which mingles with frustration
Which is an expectation
Of this generation
But I am forever notorius I welcome seperation
Fighting two on one with anticipation and contemplation
Losing the battle my face scarred beyond mutilation
Something bad in my blood I feel the devestation
Of living with contamination bad sanitation
Takin no hesitation to carry out the investigation
Now its too late, notice the mutation
Now I take over the land-gentrification
Build a foundation
Living quarters get the best renovation
See my creation
The ultimate innovation
Shine so bright my life is your illumination
In my dreams my company names me president without the inaugeration
Good luck to my relations and affiliations
The eradication
Of my station
Completing installation and insulation
With collasal temptation
To put my feelins in isolation
My heart has no visitations
Readers form your own interpretations.......
Life is a simulation
With many manifestations
Still on a path to an unknown destination
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She stalks the garden looking for a feast
Once she gets one, she can bite or incite
Gaze into her playful eye for instance
Quickly am caught in her magical trance.
As the sun sets, she comes out of her den
Cycle of life goes on from dusk to dawn
Espoused to live by the light of moonshine
With nocturnal visits of joy consigned
She’s the lower cavum nester’s delight
And don’t excavate her own nesting site
Managing for food and warmth for winter
Taking vantage of other’s living quarters.
Known over the world, a flying squirrel
As dawn breaks she plays in dim auroral.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place Win
Contest: Impress Me (Sonnet)by Giorgio V.
Each step into the wilderness presents intriguing thoughts
of how nature became our theatre
each step is a discovery in itself of unsettled land
which sits in the wilderness of unexplored territory
but is filled with animals that do not know their boundaries.
and don’t encounter searching footprints.
Deeper into the woods, nature is strung from the gate
where trees and streams are a path into an unexplored world.
There are no avenues to follow into the deepest territories
of the vast living quarters of inhabitants under natures dome.
I'm a blue collar worker who works outdoors
and I'm also required to wear a hard hat all day.
My exposed skin and face tan at a very fast pace,
but beneath that hard hat, absolutely no way.
The last time I went bandanna free,
someone got distracted, lost their footing and tripped.
All I heard as I fled the scene was, "Did you see that human Q-tip?"
In addition to speaking in rhyme, I dress in black all the time
but that shouldn't reflect upon my personality.
I just claim not to be so great when I attempt to color coordinate
but the simple truth is black is safe and I'm just lazy.
I live the single lifestyle and by that I simply mean that I have chosen to live alone.
I enjoy True Solitude, so I don't share living quarters very well.
My home has to be My Home.
I keep mostly to myself but that shouldn't suggest that I can't be the life of the party.
Back in my day I wore many a lampshade.
Now I've calmed down. I don't party too hearty.
Well, enough about me. What about you?
What are your interests, your passions?
What do You like to do?
Who knows where this might go or how it might end.
At the very least, I Hope to find A Real and True Friend.
Oh yeah, one last thing I need to mention to you.
A little sex from you also would be very nice too.
I was doing very well. I was doing just fine
and then I had to blow it with the very last line.
Am I right ladies? Damnit!
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life of a hermit these days.
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"Police claimed that because most of the body had been skeletonized, no resuscitation attempt was performed." Quoted from an article on the internet.
They said from the clothes he wore that he was a male
Really in the year 2022, one cannot tell from a person's dress
Nor what might happen if you pronounce a sex
Coroner look closely again at skeleton left
The body was found by someone doing a YouTube report
He was going around exploring and filming abandoned building
He had to climb a ladder to enter this building that had been a church, but
All boarded up for so long, therefore entrance on the first floor to the church~
Impossible
The second floor was living quarters where the deceased was discovered
It had been ten years plus since the church was an active, ongoing fellowship
So much can happen in ten years plus
A live human being can become skeletonized
I wonder who he was, did his family want to learn what had happened
Were they missing him and desiring his return
Will they ever learn the fate of their loved one who had gone missing
Is there enough material to do a DNA sample?
Did his loved one's life go on just like before or
Has their life been suspended in time waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting, watching, waiting, longing, crying or
Glad that the person has gone on somewhere else
Matthew 25: 13. Therefore, be on the alert [be prepared and ready], for you do not know the day nor the hour [when the Son of Man will come]. Amplified Bible ( This does not refer to our time of death, but it made me think about how we don't know.)
Date Written: 8/23/2022
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
In my lifetime,
I have observed and
witnessed some evil things.
Many were news reports, but
some were eye-witness melees.
One notable travesty was the
implementation of 'A Clearing'.
It was called ethnic cleansing,
but there was absolutely nothing
cleansing about slaughterous murder.
Like so much garbage, being cleared
from our living quarters; one people
claiming to be purer than another.
How despicable of us mortals created
in the image of an awesome and loving God
who through His son said, "There is none good;
no, not one". Clear the air we breathe of poisonous
toxins if you will. Clear the rivers and waterways
of debris and waste. But be very clear about this:
There are multitudes of undesirable things and myriads
of non-mortal despicables in need of mass clearings.
But the clearing out of people by any means deemed
less than another is not one of them. Ethnic cleansing
is mass suicide. Let us love, cherish, and care for one
another and leave human clearings and cleansings to God.
021023PSCtest, 'The Clearing'. Craig Cornish
We don’t need your money
But can you afford the time
Because some of us are homeless
Some of us need a sign
We don’t need your attention
But can you send some doctors
Were desperate for medical supplies
We need some caring watchers
We don’t want your money
But can you send some food
Most of us are starving here
And the living quarters crude
Most of us are scattered
Some dying in the streets
The drought has been so bad
Along with this blistering heat
Can you spare nickel
What about a pound
I usually don’t ask for money
But today my head hangs down
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15th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
Eccentric Emma, third world charity advocator
Posts smiling foreground photos in mud slewn villages
Personifying inconsistency wafts remote mantra
Mind realm torrents when Followers Like - limitless!
Travels to India restore her heart's connection
Finds enhanced spirit to spruke eco awareness
Flying globally promotes environment's protection
Inspiring group loaded Moped selfie shared with us
Music festival painted face participant
Conjured creation poetry flow in cosy yurt
Auto biography depicts flatulent elephant
Busy vision mushrooms make logic inert
Occasionally posted toddler rememberings
Receive role call of awe drawn replies
Blond curled spark eyed munchkin grin
Retained young outlook, fart poem supplies
Updated page sells self painted guitar
claimed to have been owned by AC/DC
Imported stock sees profit from spirulina
Entrepreneurial shift from childhood ADHD
Nomadic yoga posing 80's born alternate
Emma, changed her surname to Everfree
Her permaculture preach has holes in it
New living quarters each month or three
Sporadic travels to soul's partner, Hawaii
Engaged by quest to marry herself
Masculine inner attributes enlightening
Complexity must be hers uniquely dealt
Keen Facebook fan of spontaneous dance
Rolling to Random Rab, office chair expressive
Arm fling brings shattering of glass desk lamp
Naming failure destiny, stalled artist replenished
Close to home exploits in essays documented
Park brake left off vehicle, ensuing downhill chase
Securing it heroically before damage (almost) resulted
Brings multitudinous comments of (unearned) praise
Originated: 14th June 2020
Subject' s actual legally changed name
rhymes with 'Emma'
Satire Saturday passed without posting,
so I went with Rip the Crap out of Someone Sunday!!
Parody speaks its flattery
Curiousity reeks of jealousy
#3 UP IN THE ATTIC
Oh! my life is chaotic
And inside my home is immaculate
But up in the attic??
up in the attic
You may want to take off your glasses
Some may think it's (a mess )
It isn't clutter
But I otta
Straighten up and organize
up in the attic those many things
Oh! my life is not pitiful
Nor am I callas to say
I have a lot of stuff in my attic
No, I'm not addicted
Or am I a hoarder
Just got a little disfuntion
above my living quarters
up in my attic there are many things
These things may be sentimental
Yeah, yeah it's not so anticquated
And honesty I just don't want to get rid of...
all the things up in the attic
I just don't want to get rid of
those old historical newspapers
vintage glass lamp, only one of them no shade
rusty tarnish old golf clubs in their bag
and I don't even play gulf anymore " FOUR"
messy vintage record L P albums
why? I keep them I don't know I don't even own a record player
boxes of crafts and all that
wall paper samples and Christmas wraps
old suitcases and folded towels many other things are all
up in the attic
One day my family and I
will climb up the ladder
leaving the living room as we gather
we go higher together
to straighten, organize, and throw away and disgard everything
up in the attic
11/18/17
For Contest: Photostory
Sponsored by > Eve Roper
Picture #3
A
Ball
see it rise
like a
balloon
massive fire-disk reflects
sun on fine sheets of steel
skinned over heat foam all
connected on
a track of circles
pipes and control refined
layers gas filled
rise high into space
tanks compress gas
engines flare and drive toward
and orbit with the Moon and then to Mars
inside a chamber
plates cover spheres
modules with landing gear
for exploration
living quarters
oxygen and water manufacturing
some keep going to Mars and
others stay in Moon’s orbit to collect data
unmanned rockets
drive ships
recyclable into living space
one way ships sent daily
supply Moon base and Mars base are
recycled
new engines build
more modules in space
3 square miles of ship
opened out and locked together with
micro factories and labs
industry space and home
more modules to explore our solar system
and beyond
We need a new Moon base!
Who wants an ice cave on Mars?
money is
out there to
build the economy
sell
6 month trips to your own
Moon Base Hotel
just …
please, please stop killing each other
and if you must leave this world in search of freedom then
it is a big universe
build a new engine
not
a new bomb
spread mankind
not
end it
human race is on
find Moon Gold
wonder what a Mars diamond looks like
lay down the weapons now
pretty please with
jam on it