Best Neighbourhood Poems

“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art of deleting, but hovering, still, holding off

the finger, 
of the...

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Neighbours come in many
 shapes and conditions.

Some are helpful some
 benign.

Some become friends for
 all time.
They're there when needed
 time after time. 

Some just to say hi,
Some will help out with grass 
or snow, 

Some come with flowers, a card 
or just good wishes.

There is...

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The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely a day
The trees shorn of foliage, the limbless torsos remained
To...

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Common complaints causes construction cautions
Builders  banging boulders 
Battling brash big mouths
Next. Frightening fractured 
features free of foundation

Opened and operated officially
Neighbors napping lacking 
Sleep slowly rising dealing with
DUSTY  floors maybe must have
Heaved a heavy mop DAY by day
Or not.

Having hungry man. Dinners and TV.
For...

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A very powerful house of Asia,
made with multiple materials and several distinct colours;
Chinese paints, Arabian decorations, Persian carpets and British Architecture
amongst others are the most conspicuous of its beautiful mixture.

Its dining place is carved out of the historic Sarawak chamber
where hot milk tea is served...

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Neighbourhood Tom

Night prowl….
    ….Cats howl


Penned 11 August 2014...

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A rather young couple have
Moved in together
In the two up, two down
Across the street.
Not for them conventionality
Or conformity:
No wedding band offends
Her third finger, left hand
Nor, it must be said
From appearances,
Does bath water very often.
Long, lank and greasy hair
Drools over their acne-scarred complexions.
They proudly declare their...

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I was run down 
Feeling low
Needed restoring
Back to my flow
Some sort of tonic
Would do me good
Then I saw her
In the neighbourhood




She came to my rescue
In the nick of time
Started telling me
I look real fine
Raised my spirit
My soul felt good
I’m glad I met her
In the neighbourhood




She...

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Amidst all the hubbub
I stand
Responding to a miriad of
'How are you' enquiries
Where no-one stops to hear the answer
Questioning the purpose of asking
I am more likely to be saved or soothed 
On a mountain side 
Than on my street where I live
Expressions of affection
Limited to taking...

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Sadly , my acquaintance  of IsiZulu and other local  languages was so badly.
hardly to speak to acquaintance neighbors in the erea
 as majority of them were sadly. 

Neighbourhood had an acquaintance woman 
superstar of Hollywood,
African woman who spoke American English 
fluently like an African -...

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The wife can interpret wet dreams
(The neighbours all knew that, it seems)
They all think its grand
That she'll lend an hand
Whilst teenagers research X-tremes...

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Sighs of susurration sunder the silence ~
The neem tree swaying in the wind 
An old lady yapping like a non-stop chatterbox
The roar of the road hero's motorcycle revving past
And a radio playing romantic songs nearby
An occasional vendor selling village vegetables
The honking horn of the ice-cream...

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Strolling through my new town 
Strangers talking solely on their phone
Quiet, with the occasional ringtone sound
Despite the smiles and laughs they feel alone
Imagining a conversation with a friend yet found
That awkward nod to a stranger, still on my own 
Now avoiding eye contact, staring at...

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tv in the fifties altering weekend rituals
one set in the neighbourhood

streetboys sitting around the famous indian head
for their fill of saturday morning cartoons
sci-fi flash gordon and i love lucy
allowed to stay up on sunday nights
to watch the old ed sullivan show

always one appointed volunteer
to get...

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Trim the bushes
So that
It's not too high
Like hiding yourself inside a jail
Trim the bushes
So that
It's not too high
For love and help to rush in
In times of critical hours
Trim the bushes
So that
You can see
The bustle and rustle of your lovely neighbourhood...

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