Best Neighbor Poems
‘Hey stomach,’ says anus,
‘Would you cut the crap.’
“It’s not me,’ stomach says;
‘I won’t take the wrap.
It’s what they’re eating,
So blame teeth and mouth.
I’m innocent,’ says stomach,
‘For that filth down south.’
Brain has a good laugh
At organ expenses,
By prodding infighting
Over false offenses.
‘Are you kidding me,
You two dumb kidneys.
Always a teamed pair
For a fight that’s not fair!’
Roared livid liver
Who was hardly pleased,
That they blamed him
For the smelly feces.
‘Oh stop it now, liver
Just sit there and filter.
We said no such thing;
Don’t get out of kilter.’
‘Tee-he-he,’ laughs brain.
My plan’s working well,
To keep each organ
At odds over a smell,
That they have no power
To change or repair,
And since they can’t think
They’ll stay unaware.’
Hands and mouth kept
Eating junk by the hour.
Having been brainwashed,
They blindly devour.
Long ago brain trained eyes
To focus on the news,
Now it was time for all
Parts, to pay ‘their’ dues.
Bones pipe up, and say,
‘Something doesn’t feel right,
Hey muscles loosen up;
Why do you squeeze so tight?’
Muscles answer and say,
‘Colon and intestines
Are the guilty squeezers,
Causing congestion.
I’m just doing my part
At the request of the brain.’
‘But muscles,’ says bones,
‘It’s causing me pain.’
And after a while
Brain has all body parts,
At odds with themselves;
Over endless bad farts.
Organs, blood, and guts
Could not get along;
They once did their jobs
Keeping the body strong.
But brain has the answer,
‘Let’s vote on what to do.
Either I run the show,
Or you deal with bad poo!’
Yes, brain got them quibbling
And each held a grudge.
All based on false info
That made brain, ‘King Judge’.
So each part gave in
To that sneaky design,
And waited for orders
From brain to assign.
But brain was a liar
And steered organs wrong.
The body collapsed;
It didn’t take long.
Just like brain, most statesmen,
Fool us like we’re tarts.
Let’s not die for their lies,
But stay whole, not apart.
This neighbor I begged to be family
Is back on crack
He is having fits
I had to call off my new job
He doesn't get it.
He just said I can leave in a fit.
I knew this day would come
I pray for a housing miracle this Christmas season.
I am tired of being around fake poor spirits.
God give me a reason
I threw up today at work and got right back to work
God has to help this situation it truly hurts
Black peoples pain may come from history
But black women's pain comes from our men
who refuse to look within
and live a life of sin
I pray. I know God got it. I grin.
This boy lived down the street from me, his name I will not say,
He followed me to school, and picked on me everyday,
He'd trip me down the hallway, and would pull my hair in class,
The teachers never believed me, because he never got caught in the act,
After school he hid behind the tree, and waited to jump out and scare me,
He would punch me in the arm and run away, and this was on the daily,
I ran home and told my mother all that he would do,
She said, "Why don't you try being nice to him, and then maybe he won't pick on you,"
So I took my mother's advice, and went to school the next day,
I offered him one of my pencils, and smiled in his face,
He smiled back and said, "Thank you," I thought Wow, hey this might work,
But then after school he wrestled me to the ground, and pushed my face in the dirt,
I stayed at home and cried that day, I wouldn't come out to play,
Every time I saw him, I ran away like He was the plague,
I avoided him everyday, and for years we didn't speak,
And then one day standing behind the tree, he grabbed me suddenly,
Before I had the chance to scream, he kissed me right away,
The whole time he had a crush on me, he just didn't know what to say.
ANGEL NEIGHBOR
When I think of goodness and unusual presence
I recall just one name – Mr. Germaine
Our next door neighbor, just a common man
Just a man, but one fulfilling some celestial plan
In those childhood years we never knew him to anger
But always with a smile, and time to talk a while
He had a little dog. Its name was Jelly Bean
Just a pup, but the most angelic pup we’d ever seen
When I think of innocence, absence of ‘mean’
I always think of seeking, petting Jelly Bean
There are some men who sing praise, profess their faith, their love
Call on the Lord, fold hands, point blue skies above
But then, every now and then, there are these angel men,
Just their loving selves, both early and late
A mystery to all how they radiate
To love thy neighbor
as thyself, demands self-love...
Is that not selfish ~
If I am not for myself
who will be for me?
_________________________
The first 8 syllables are from
Leviticus 19:18. The last two
lines are from 'Ethics of the
Fathers,' 4:14.
Friend
Funny stories
Great personality
A hilarious memory
Her name was Vi, and she was the best fun!
Alzheimer’s took her brain over.
Dreaded disease for her.
Changed everything
Neighbor
Jasper’s tale of woe, he tended to completely embellish,
Until these stories got worrisomely-gruesome, some even hellish.
Agnes, his wife and he were no longer invited to parties, yours or mine.
His wife was relieved, but Jasper, the story-embellisher started to whine.
Maybe we need to be a bit more entertaining, she suggested.
So they began several new hobbies, neither one of them contested.
They learned yoga, and karate, and Agnes learned to play the kazoo.
He learned roller blading and hopscotch, and brought home a digeridoo.
They realized suddenly, after learning all these things, and without a whit of sadness,
To want to be friends with the dull neighbors on their block was simply a silly madness.
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
He came night after night.
I don’t know how long he favored me
in such an appreciative manner, but I
was most pleased when I realized it.
We had moved back into a property
that had been rented out for nearly fifteen years.
The clean-up was one tough job because the backyard
was filled with more than a few of 'this, that, or the other'
that had to be trashed. So, when my neighborly friend
was spotted patrolling my yard one night, I was more
than elated and grateful to see him.
He took the same route each night,
and we did make eye contact. But I purposely refused
to formally meet him, because I did not want to become
close to him. So, I never bothered to offer him food or drink.
For reasons I will never know, he ceased to make his rounds.
During the tenure of that treasured neighbor, the rodents
disappeared. But I’m very disappointed with myself for
keeping a wall between us. He deserved better.
Sometimes I feel sad because comparatively, I gave him so little.
But I must say that I have always been very appreciative of
the kindness he shared with me. I shall never forget the
dedication with which the neighborly cat donated his time
and served me so faithfully.
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Love Your Neighbor As Yourself!
I knew of a Christian who
made an assumption.
Regarding his neighbor, he believed
a false presumption.
He slandered his neighbor… Yes he did!
He didn't “agree” with how this neighbor lived.
His neighbor was a Christian too.
But he didn't treat him as a
Christian should do.
In front of his family, he'd
“put his neighbor down.”
Unforgiveness in his heart, continued to abound.
As the days and weeks would pass on by,
Not once to his neighbor… Would he say “hi!”
Mean things would he speak of to his spouse.
Never once inviting him to his house.
Someday we'll also stand before
God's judgment throne
Everything will be judged…
Whether at work or at home.
How do you treat your neighbor? Are you ashamed?
What happens one day,
when God calls out your name?
How you treat others will
determine your destiny.
Where will your neighbor be spending his eternity?
The way you treat your neighbor
speaks of your life as well.
Will you love your neighbor to heaven...
or “condemn” him to hell?
By Jim Pemberton 07/25/15
Scripture asks us to love our neighbor.
But some think love comes without labor.
It's something we speak,
Not something we seek.
A fine cup of wine with no flavor.
Declarations of love make me laugh.
Without knowledge such words are just chaff.
You say I love you,
But that isn't true,
'Til you've traveled that ship, fore and aft.
A neighbor is a gem in a box,
Which is freely displayed without locks.
But when you decide
To not look inside,
Your love goes no deeper than the box.
It's the heart that defines who we are.
And you cannot love that from afar.
You have to dig in,
Look under the skin,
It takes patience to open that jar.
Any love less than this is a lie,
Just a superficial lullaby.
When you won't connect,
It's sung for effect,
A performance arranged for the eye.
In God's kingdom, would this be your goal -
To have neighbors without heart or soul?
Should we love your grace,
Or only your face?
For a love without depth isn't whole.
If make believe love has sufficed,
Then your love is improperly priced.
Rewards one receives,
Show what he believes,
When such love has been offered to Christ.
For as you've loved the least of His flock,
Those empty faces there on your block,
That's how you love Him,
A name in a Hymn,
It's a church built on mud, not on rock.
So before He meets us at the gate,
Learn this lesson before it's too late.
Love's ultimate goal,
To open the soul,
Is a truth that determines our fate.
Many days have we lived together,
O John, the chief cook!
I am weary of hunger,
And you have food and water.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then give me a morsel.
Many months have we known each other,
O Peter, the great tailor!
I am walking around naked,
And you have clothes and thread.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then sew me a dress.
Here at your door post
Have I sat for years,
O James, the Physician!
I am sick and dying,
And you have the drugs.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then wash and bind my wounds,
That I may be made whole.
(Read 1John 3:16-18)
I espied him in his designer suit
Such a looker, he’s REALLY cute
This morning he waved and shot me a grin
Oh how I would love a date with him
Think I’ve managed to catch his eye
Got my heart set on a handsome guy
I knocked on his door …he was wearing a dress
I just stood there gawking I must confess!
Just who is my neighbour - I’m not so sure
But any dream of romance was premature!
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We had some neighbors with a sign, “Do Not Disturb.”
They’d vanished when a moving van came to the curb.
How thrilled we were to learn new folks were moving in.
Would they make that old house look neater than a pin?
Originality they did not lack!
They started painting everything, and everything was black!
We feared the value of our property would drop
next door to this atrocity. They would not stop!
We noticed many other things that seemed to us bizarre.
That pair would only paint by night and neither had a car!
The sign “Do Not Disturb” remains, so now we think about
the fact we’d never seen our former neighbors moving out!
Behind their house is where we saw them the first time.
We’d heard them digging in the night, but that is not a crime!
My spouse peeked out the window. Working fast, and with no sound,
that couple started planting bushes on a wide fresh mound.
It spooked us, and I pray they didn’t see our curtain lift
while spying. They’re at home all day. I think they work night shift!
Our house is now for sale; we stay indoors with our two cats.
Before each dawn, I swear I hear the sound of bloody bats!
Written 9/12/2015
She's "concerned" that my mess is immense
"I work late." Is my latest defense
Yes, my yard is a wreck
But IF you must peck
Your big NOSE might get stuck in my fence
So you KNOCKED my troublesome trooper?
Tell ya what you prim party-pooper
I will warn you once more
Poke your head through MY door?
I'll slam it right square on your snooper!