Best Occupancy Poems
Garage
stacked high
scribbled stenos of
an automatic act
of little understanding or thought-------------
{tuhituhi}
visceral finality
zero return
zero reward
and then there's
a learning disability hindering the reading-------------
{panui}
writing
is taking a dump,
except after wiping, I tend to take a peek
this creative act ill affords a 2nd glance
a good day and bet the writing stinks... boring
jail or hospital equals readers galore
"TELL ME MORE!"
could correlate with occupancy rates
what a sorry excuse of a poet I am
damn if that ain't sayin' much.-----------
{paru}
~editor's note: Poetry Soup would not let the beautiful Urdu script be seen, so I substituted Maori~ :(
In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the same. Ruminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the now. Thoughts
prelude to other thoughts of
thoughts emerging to
many thoughts.
Consulting and
considering
the death
and birth
of us; is thy
disinclined
to shed the
events upon the
ground transformed
from a dream out of a
dream to this dream only of us?
A coherent argument it is, that the
memories back on yesterday brought us
here today...But, when thy and thou bodies
meet and descend upon each accreting to the singular; occupancy
quickly overcomes vacancy leading the thoughts of many thoughts effaced.
(Sigh)...Thy and Thou love bolsters all the more today than back on yesterday.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
12-11-2012
the future is a check that might bounce
but this moment we’ve just moved into
still smelling of fresh paint
is already taking on a lived-in charm
we’ll go on furbishing it as we go along then
here with red paint of lips on lips
there with a mirror of eyes lost in eyes
words deep-piled and moans deep-throated
and thoughts hugging like bodies hugging like
dimmed lights hug the walls
and matching heartbeats
matchmade by a tiptoeing ballad
this moment is ready for our full occupancy
it has nothing to prove
except us
let’s stay here for a while
and boycott the ever after
Frame is solid, some refurbishing needed; I have a room for rent
Only needs a few repairs and my patience has well been spent
Ready for immediate occupancy as soon as one can spare
Renovations commencing instantly; rent is somewhat fair
Equipped with all the essentials; a spacious room is what you’ll find
Needs an well organized individual; one able to dwell inside this mind
Today it’s clean and tidy as can be; tomorrow's a new day, I'll wait and see
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Daylight slips in and out
of yellowing curtains,
as the sun blinks.
At such times
her thoughts
appear and disappear
The old lady has planted
her mind in closets
where dreams wither,
in kitchen cupboards
where herbs and spices dust the dark.
She will leave what she can;
small packets once gardened
when she cared to cook.
It is coming -
a change of occupancy.
She senses strange feet
and slamming doors,
young laughter runs in and out
of her breathing space.
Until then, she is here
in her last chair
in a memory-seeded apartment,
listening to the history
of her tucked-away life.
holding
myself upright
walking along narrow
strips of solid redeeming faith
trusting
handed
over all things
and waiting on the Lord
may not see immediate changes
praying
message:
don't come to see
can claim occupancy
showing how I cared for this piece
peaceful
no heir
in city or town?
foolish to not have any
here there and everywhere collecting
prayerful
Everyone is searching for answers in the midst of current tragedies
Two unarmed black men and five white cops gunned down mercilessly
Black in Americans are incensed over the slaying of so many black men
But the answer is not the killing of white cops to make it even
Yet there is very little sympathy or justice when a black man is slayed
But if a white cop is shot a social uproar is on full display
Dear America I need you to comprehend it's about the economy
As there's not enough to go around for the majority
The economical and political climate of Jesus's time is just like today
Where the poor and downtrodden are hopeless, harassed and totally dismayed
The system then and the system now continues to perpetrate
A class of low income and disenfranchised who can never formulate
A means to attain any kind of status or develop any wealth
Living in substandard conditions which affects their self worth
Oppressed, depressed and totally distressed
Never to ever experience any form of progress
And until there is progress for all there will be economic strife
And until there is true equality there will be no peace in life
We need to address the ideology that systemically demonizes
And remember America was founded with violence and needs to realize
That African Americans will no longer sit quietly
and see our people be killed everyday
No justice, no peace and we will have our say
We are all children of the most high God
He loves us all and has us in His heart
You are no better than me and I'm no better than you
And the color of our skin doesn't make that less true
Dear America I hope you come to comprehend and understand
That all lives do matter be you a Caucasian or a Black man
Dear America we need to be like Jesus and have true compassion
With a desire to make positive change its time to take action
Dear America I need you to open your eyes and truly see
That there is no more plantation occupancy
Black Americans are now educated and many economically sound
We are no longer your property so stop trying to tear us down
We are more than conquerors we are survivors
and we claim the victory
Its time for you to let go of that slave owner mentality
The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take everything out.
She might want to save her heirlooms:
uterus, cervix, tubes and ovaries.
They really must go,
and it’s better to move them all at once.
Let’s make it quick.
We’ve got other cleaning jobs today, too.”
My baby’s room is empty.
The movers sealed off the space and left.
Where did my baby furniture go?
Was it handled with utmost care?
Will it be reused or recycled?
As owner for decades,
why did I believe their “better out than in”
prevention strategy and problem-solving remedy?
Who decided that I could live
without furniture anyway?
Will that area of my house shrink
for lack of occupancy?
Will the vacuum bring ecstasy, grief or pain?
Will the plumbing to my bathroom expand?
Hist er rec to me!
Does anyone understand why the head of my house
grapples with questions at hand?
January 7 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 18-20
Key Verse – Genesis 18:33 And the LORD went his way, as soon as he had left communing with Abraham…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMUNING WITH ME
Thank You for communing with me…
Appearing unto me with Your loving authority
In the plains of my prayer-supplication’s serenity
While I lift up my eyes, looking unto Your assurance certainty
And rest in Your comforting tranquility.
Thank You for communing with me…
Meeting me with Your quick readiness
In the ground of my frustration-loneliness
While I beg for favour in Your sight along neediness
And ask that You hasten to help me in my broken-heartedness.
Thank You for communing with me…
Setting before me Your sufficing provisions
In the tent of my cravings afflicted by dissatisfaction
While I yearn for Your pleasures to fill my contentment-portion
And seek Your surety of resources for my blessed function.
Thank You for communing with me…
Commanding me to keep Your holy way
In the mountain of my life-building pursuits everyday
While I believe that there is nothing too hard for You as You say
And trust You with Your time appointed of no delay.
Thank You for communing with me…
Forgiving me with Your pardoning mercy
In the heart-cave of my very grievous sins’ deficiency
While I repent toward Your righteousness-fervency
And turn from wickedness-occupancy.
Thank You for communing with me…
Compassing me with Your gentle chastisement
In the door of my disobedience locked by pride’s entrapment
While I depart from consuming iniquity’s judgment
And escape to Your offered peaceful preservation-settlement.
Thank You for communing with me…
Restoring me into Your warm fellowship
In the soul-gate of my integrity that follows Your leadership
While I fear You reverentially, honouring You in my stewardship
And submit to Your correction toward praise-filled worship.
January 7, 2022
A thief lover
Just like the evil person
Under the devil's pressure
Just like my sweet poor country
Under the occupancy of the natural events
Just like me under your obsesion
Under a strange amazing power
That makes me stealing for you
I'm under an invisible controller
That my desire for you control
I love it, those gifts make you smile
I remember when I crossed an unknown gate
Just to steal in a garden, where love was alive
To pick out for you the most beautiful flowers
That led the beauty of this heavenly garden
This bunch of flowers challenged your beauty
I remember for February, 14. I stole for you a painting Art
A painting Art that my brother spent a month to make it
It reflected a sensational metaphor that you couldn't see
And the lovely case of chocolate that you didn't enjoy
Because my dad took back his gift which he had bought for mom
Call me thief in love, It's perfectly unfair
Getting mad by knowing that I steal for you
I can't afford you a good expensive present
But my emotion is real, and you're a thief like me
Our story began by you who has stolen my heart
White painted face
red lips of expression
face representing emotion,
infinite humor but poetry
behind every motion.
A youthful curiosity,
sparking imaginaton of it's occupancy.
A man behind the make-up
stoik and unaware,
from loneliness depression releases anger from drunken
confrontations and swears,
he's scared.
Only freedom is behind someone
elses character but feeling more
himself as if he
transformed into a new form.
Depression subsides,
joy and pleasure of
entertaining others for smiles,
his dedication
and all other problems are reconciled
Under his domain
not a man about town,
that's why they gave him the name,
a clown.
just dawned upon me awareness today
April 20th, 2022 14:30 military time.
Unvoiced law of the land
obeyed lest one
who owns temporary priority
will get mad and deliver hex
upon generations of violator
even if parked car property
of an innocent visitor,
who knew not the space
self relegated to Matthew Scott.
Fifth anniversary of our occupancy
housed within one bedroom apartment
additionally, familiarly, and specifically
known to us as B44
will occur July first
two thousand and twenty two.
Soon after we,
(yours truly and the missus)
moved here first day of seventh month
two thousand and seventeen
both of us unanimously co-opted
select parking space.
For residents at highland manor Apartments
self assigned parking exists here,
and each resident better be conscientious
cuz resulting consequence
(think Monty Python's Flying Circus
forever linkedin courtesy
John Philip Sousa's
'The Liberty Bell' March),
where mean strong arm of law
actually disguised as
animated outsize foot
see https://www.youtube.com
/watch?v=2AxiATxLofk
reaches from out the sky
and crushes wayward miscreant
hence verboten to dare occupy
parking space of another.
Fond memories associated
with me attempting to back into
between painted (occasionally
blurred) lines describing
open ended box,
whereby after umpteen attempts
(after shearing off tire tread
of driver or left passenger side)
amidst guffaws uttered by spouse,
she insists to take over
and backs in with nary a hitch.
Such unspoken accommodation
also prevailed when I happened
to consider myself a perpetual student
and established voluntarily
choosing a catbird seat,
and remaining steadfast sitting
in same chair
(of course I mean only
during time class in session)
throughout the semester.
Why Should We
Why should we want to be involved?
So what we eventually had resolved
Governor Flint water should be drinking
The have feeling that was deeply sinking
And soon his occupancy will be dissolved.
That is an interesting way of looking
at things.
Jim Horn
The room is occupied
Because someone is doing
Their occupation
They are the occupant
When they talk about occupancy
Life
What a precious Gift to
Own,
To win and win is life,And to fortify is it
Weapon;
Life without stress is the Good of it
All.
Splendour is her sweetness and Hard-work,the
Fruit for the survival,
thinking by heart,prospect through;
for occupancy to come
It's achieved with attain knowledge.
Life as a gift is with understanding,
Understanding yet,calls to the Top
When fall is a fool
Live the life all,even to the full;
For its all thing of the Mind.
25/05/2003(3pm)