Best Neighbour Poems
She’s lonely, the old lady just over the fence
Ninth decade approaching, alone and living past tense
Sometimes I see her and acknowledge good day
Put time to one side, not running away.
A love story she tells me, I’ve heard it before
The man that she married and simply adored.
His battle with cancer, he’s now spread on my land
How her family all left her, once they had cash in their hand.
I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face
Only I know the reason, why she’s attached to this place.
31/8/2015
*The spelling of neighbour/neighbor is different between countries.
A regular walk to the park
My baby’s favourite landmark
Not more than half a mile away
Where kids like to run and play
In the centre of the busy town
A place filled with giggling sound
Not only by little princes and angels
This place is liked by parents, as well,
Rows of beautiful flowers
A big wide tree in the corner
The green grass covering the ground
Swings,slides and see-saws all around.
Next-door was unemendable
From a fall that incredible
all her grace was shredded cheddar
Covert charm's naked departure
one human coil in porcine bliss
soaking in her own unkind piss
phantom saucers for tea at noon
Prepare the room, tis Lady Loon
It's two thirty, there's a knock at my door
Hey, it's my neighbour, what's he here for
"it's so plucky of you!"
Playing my Bagpipes the noo
If I wasn't, then what are you here for
.
He never knocks on my door
I only see him outdoors
I mostly see him smoking, sitting on the stairs
Sometimes holding a beer bottle in the air
He always smiles and waves "hi"
But she, in the next door is so shy
Her little dog is not though
That little cuteness always has words to say, although
The far neighbour's dog, that is huge and serious
Always gets me hurried to my door, he seems so furious
August 30th 2015
Sponsor Name Mystic Rose
Contest Name Who Is Your Neighbor
By Sashi. Prabhu(zeauoxian) 1/3/2012.
Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared.
From the vertical column sans a crown of leaves of rotted dead wood,
Once, which was in its own right a magnificent coconut tree where it stood.
Freshness, splendor, Vitality and flexibility of a live tree all depleted and gone,
T’was a pertinent choice for the woodpecker mates to build a home foregone.
Abundantly birdies flock, Pigeons, robins, mynahs, hornbills, cranes and parrots,
On the evergreen nearby tamarind tree, but the woodpeckers my eyes ferrets.
From that eventful day my eyes they set upon,
Their wood pecking bills would on the bark sculpt and impinge on.
A homely hole to drill,
Their head moving rhythmically and looks like a cap with red frill.
Twenty five days back they first arrived I lucidly recollect,
Ten days, a pair of hatched altricial chicks, mates from adversaries’ have to protect.
One morn had me glancing to the oval cavital hole on the bark,
And feasted my eyes on feeding chicks being readied, their lives to embark.
Blissful and content , I recollect now I sat a bit longer to observe and discern,
Glorious hues, auger bill, cap with red frills, of the peckers as they take their unambiguous turns.
To zip across like beige, buttery yellow plumaged darts across the lush foliage all green,
Within, watchable bounds to fetch, insects, worms and saps as nutriment routine.
The chicks I saw they peek out of the shielded barky holes with awe,
Strength it seems to me have filled their wings bill and sharpened claw.
Now I wonder if I can listen to the joyous feminine “chrr”
and the shrill masculine “kwirr”.
As the young chick in the hole frolicking, giving it a try to fly,
Away in the wide world after saying a good bye onto the sky very high…………
Now the mates without emotions, kerfuffle and ado,
To each other, their home and their prying neighbour me have bid “adieu”.
Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared
Who is your neighbour- for contest
Our middle-aged neighbours, their only dear daughter is a doctor
Last year she was married off with great splendour!
Foodies, avid travellers and both read a lot of books
Cordial rapport both our families share, their hearts have tender looks
Their morning packed with exercise, gardening and attending to their pet
Evening I see them,after work:sip coffee,chat or play scrabble;fatigue they forget
We miss them very much in summer as they go on long vacation
Their house ,garden and labrador they leave under our supervision
Return they with travel tales, goodies for us and this lets flow in our hearts a joyous jet
Their hugs, love and grateful smile lifts our spirit and they take back the home-keys and pet!
©Copyright,2015
For contest:Who is your neighbour
Sponsored by:Mystic Rose
Date:13th September 2015
Our Neighbours.
In the darkness of the Ramallah night there is a light
An ember of hope, as the world is lowly and begins
To see that suffering is not one sided.
There is fear on both sides of the eyesore walls one
For losing what they have acquired, the other for losing
The little they have left. The victors are sensing they are
Prisoners too and might be on the wrongs side of
The walls as they sink into the ennui of misplaced hubris
Semitic people they are both Moslems, Christians, and
Jews, not fundamentalist in the rising tide of intolerance
Both sides in the world of chaos can find common ground,
They share the same culture, relatives lost in history.
May they overcome strife and find neighbourly peace as
The wind blows bitter dust in the Persian gulf.
Who is your neighbour you don't need a name,
It's a person that needs you, maybe carrying shame.
When someone you don't know is in distress,
Do you hold out your hands or do you digress.
Does your head rule your heart can you be there,
A shoulder to lean on someone who does care.
It might not be a person that lives near by,
Just a neighbour, a person to help, or at least try.
Might just need a hand to hold or someone to talk too,
Whatever it is, be there, be a neighbour, yes you.
Penned 6 September 2015.
sawdust
the face of beautiful kiki
with the red rose between the teeth
p*ss multiplied to infinity on the sense pavement
take care. of the pigs
we were told
never stress them
the mistletoe just upsets the melefage
out of the drunkard's flat at the groundfloor
the azure light of the blue jelly fish
painted on the ceiling
scatters
the wife''s pain
she wishes it would stop
the crackling
the chairs would not be thrown against the walls
the windows would not break
the door would not be taken out of hinges
the baby would not wake up afraid
the neighbour from the groundfloor
p*ss a frantic protector of the swines
he discovered
that not only the electromagnetic waves
but also the sound vibrations of low frequency
can
cure the quadripeds of greedy violence
( translated by Margareta Mioc)
An orgy was held on our block
Where all of the women shared stock
They say Marilou
Had more than a few
For diversity in her flock
Who is your neighbour
Every morning I wait for that knock on the door,
His shadow, as I open up, reflects on the floor,
Invite for a breakfast, or be it a wish,
Trendy, as if done in a last minute swish,
My neighbour who shifted only last week,
His looks sure send roses to my cheeks,
No anger shows now on my wake up alarm,
Such intriguing is his magnetic charm,
Wonder how quick he ruled my soul and heart,
As embers of passion kindle my desires to restart !
Written Sept 11th , 2015
For contest by Mystic rose
They say that life is quiet up North
Amongst the purple heather
But what we always have to do
Is keep an eye on the blooming weather
Politics are now stirring up among the powers that be
For Teresa May is determined that Brexit we will see
'It's no for us' says Nicola Sturgeon, determined that I am
For if the Tories have their way, we'll not even have a dram
So, shout we must, gather together, kilts and sporran ready
For if we don't react right now, Scotland won't be steady
Only today, the PM announced a turn around on the election
So what Scotland has to do right now is show her our big rejection!
Ooooh, my neighbour’s got a new girlfriend
My oh my, my heart sure beats fast
Coz damn, her voice is so nice and she just can’t keep quiet
Her melodious soprano is busy punctuating and denoting the silent morning
How I wish I was the one holding her tight
She’d giggle so much to my fancy tickles, she won’t have time to talk
...for soon afterwards I’d take her on a stroll across the beautiful heavens
And we’d stop by to dip our feet in the ecstatic loch on the moon, and...
But hey, she aint mine
Man, I’m glad he’s got a good catch
I see she’s washed her bra and hang it on the line
Man, she’s the staying type
For her bra just goes to show she’s marked a territory of her own
Boy oh boy, they sure will be happy
Definitely for a while
But from what I know of her type
And of relationships this type
Mhmmm... soon he won’t be dancing in front of the door the way he is now
Sometimes he’ll even be afraid to knock on that same door
For at some point in time
...with a chick her type
The spice in the meal will have cooled with the breeze
If she was mine though
I’d have played my cards right and make each day our first day
And I’d refuse to hear any story about her past
For that has the tendency to stain the picture of today
For us, it would just be about the moment, and what we’d do next
And when it’s all done, we’d start over again from the introductions,
Then to the first kiss, as again into bliss we gear with ease
Hey! Wake up WisePrins!
She aint yours!
Damn, she’d just started playing strands with my heart
Alright, I wish them all the delight their hearts can find
Congratulations are due to them both
Robin,
says 'how do'
as I rake the leaves-
later,whistles a warm
thank you