Best Privet Poems
In a garden, where light dances ‘pon the trees
Privet hedge’s blossoms perfume the cool damp air
A secret room inside holds lovers’ decree
Whispers of promises, love beyond compare
Emerald leaves kissed by the sun’s gold strikes me
Revealing lovers embraced without a care
In this hidden haven, a new tale unfolds
Hearts entwined, bound by God’s love and grace that holds
Categories:
privet, love,
Form:
Rispetto
Down where the privet hedge blooms
And doves sing their coos
A woman feeds the birds
Now her life resumes
God's love is an ocean
And mine a small-streamed river
The tide comes in and rejuvenates
The small stream's thirst for life
Dear Lord in your son's name
Let the water flow
And my life like spring flowers blossom
Amen
Categories:
privet, faith,
Form:
Other
~~Planet Earth And The Oozlum Bird
There was a question I was asked - just the other day
Is the earth flat? - Well what do you think I'd say?
I looked out of the window, and pondered on this thought
A flat earth not round... but I came up with nought.
A flat earth maybe, but we could fall off the edge
Or is it surrounded by a great big privet hedge.
How can we tell from our own window frame if the earth is a ball or flat -
To work it out is my aim, and thats hard from where I'm sat.
The formulae for finding - the horizon of the land we can see
The assumption being it’s round - or spherical to you and me.
Firstly distance from the observers eyes to the horizon we must square,
This equals the square of the height of the observers’ eyes - I suppose that means the pair.
This must be added to two times the radius, multiply by the height of the observer.
Now I am getting a bit confused but I carry on with a fervour.
The assumption must be according to this equation
That the earth is a ball - so on this occasion...
I consider the planet a bit like - the legendary Oozlum Bird
If we go round in a straight line - now I know this is absurd
But as the bird ran round and round chasing its own tail
It disappeared up its own ass - have you heard that tale?
Round and round we go on this planet ball of ours
Chasing our tails sometimes - for hours and for hours
The planet is round and I think... not a flat earth
Or we would never have the chance to return, and laugh with such mirth
As we see everyone chasing their own tails on their own ass
We know like the Oozlum Bird if we are not careful...what will come to pass.
Categories:
privet, funny, bird, bird, earth,
Form:
Rhyme
In Little Whinging, Privet Drive,
around the bend at Number Four
is sighted, strikingly alive,
a tabby cat not seen before.
Her interests vary from her kind’s -
she does not mind the scuttling rat
Behind a battered bin she finds
some shade. (They think she just gets fat).
But
After dark a cat’s a tiger -
this one’s waiting for a boy
not to pounce on - far from her
intentions. This child gives her joy.
No one spots a vanished cat. -
from where her bracing figure lay
a lady rose in robe and hat,
looked up and gestured, walked away.
She swore to guard his life and name
from all things dark and horrible
This silent storm left as she came
She went by name McGonagall.
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Tribute to Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts from Harry Potter. She was a cat Animagus - so literally a Cat Lady
This is when she waits for Hagrid to bring infant Harry to his aunt's family home after the death of his parents, where he is ill-treated and will stay until 11.
THE TRANSFIGURATION: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP3MKL5XBIY -The relevant part begins at 0:50
Categories:
privet, animal, cat, love, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
If the cupboard under the stairs could talk
I wonder what it would say
Would it tell me of those who hid in it
When there was rent to pay
What about the poor frightened child
Back in nineteen forty
Locked inside it for hours at a time
Just for being naughty
It could tell of the granda who sheltered inside
When bombs landed on Spion Kop
Crouched inside, hands over his ears
So that he couldn’t hear the bombs drop
Does the cupboard remember the numerous times
When gran hid boxes of chocolates in there
She would go in and eat them on the sly
Because she was too greedy to share
We used to have a gas man
I think his name was Peter
He came about four times a year
To read our old gas meter
He’d open up the cupboard door
And illuminate the meter with his torch
He laughed when we told him that Grandma
Used a match to light a bulb in the porch
I remember when I was five
Playing hide and seek in the house
I was quietly sat in the cupboard
And came face to face with a mouse
He left a long trail of foil
He'd had Grandma’s chocolate for a meal
I got the blame and not the mouse
Imagine how that made me feel
During the war, it was sometimes the fashion
To use the cupboard under the stairs
For food that was on ration
People appreciated what was theirs
It was used as a pantry for Bacon,
Butter, sugar and powdered egg
Some people had extra coupons
While others had to beg
In nineteen ninety seven,
As I’m sure you are aware
Harry Potter, young wizard, at four Privet Drive
Lived in a cupboard under the stairs
Our cupboard is no longer there
And neither is the house
My grandma has passed away
And the chocolate-loving mouse
If you still have a cupboard
And it’s underneath the stairs
Just sit down and think awhile
What could have happened in there
Categories:
privet, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?
thine distorted reflection rippled
within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear
full moonlight flooded shallow abyss,
cleaved fractal structures of silence
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand
whipped out from whereabouts unknown
wove enchanting spell atop me shades
at more'n fifty gray hair
to fore, awakened from drunken stupor,
whence sober self
saw repulsive trouper fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned,
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent, mutilated spindled
various aspects of myself a paired
which, aghast at such creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged, limned paragon did wear
a grotesque from heart of darkness – maybe Zaire
or Zulu-land, this soaked silhouette half bare
from the waist to head showed unmanly
sagging overly engorged breasts
plus right and left elephant sized ear
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,
yet upon performing self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued,
cuz thy once bronzed handsome physique
grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made for television series created,
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night,
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared
to accept, roistering, rollicking,
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able,
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness,
gruesome homeliness, instance
Page Number Two:
when no objection would arise
to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,
gummy self activated door
leading to a privet hedge row trimmed
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth with **** face on that card!
Categories:
privet, allegory, bereavement, depression, evil,
Form:
Free verse
we ran away
each riding on our tricycle....
switched all the way home
privet hedge limbs
have so many uses....
red streaks on my legs
the ride back home
took so much longer....
crying and pedaling
Categories:
privet, childhood,
Form:
Senryu
Like a twisted climbing rose, you crept into my life.
Taking my peace ,leaving only strife.
You pushed me to my limit, putting me on edge.
Your abuse was like a stopping point, Like a privet garden hedge.
We lived this life day by day,
trying hard to stay out of each others way.
Until the day that I stepped out of your trap.
Realizing you were nothing more than a sap.
And now my peace has been restored
the voices in my head I chose to ignore.
My life is not like it used to be since I walked out the door.
Leaving you behind as I never did before.
Categories:
privet, abuse, bullying, first love,
Form:
Free verse
You notice the trees seem grown up, so much more than you have; arms are thick, gnarled
like they have been force-fed steroids, unlike the used pipe cleaners that hang like wet
towels from your shoulders.
Recalling the privet hedge that your father loved: shaping bolster boundaries every fourth
week, hoping it would dull the world into a soft subtle melody of background music; lying
besieged by the rubble of too many feet, too many voyeurs.
Terracotta blotched across the portal to your cocoon, split like the moth had already flown,
but you were the one who flew, singeing wings in your sense deprived flight; the night never
felt as comfortable to you as it folded around your flames.
Your life littered amongst the charred past like a melded genetic mistake,
teddy morphed into something even your nightmares kept hidden.
You know the bubbled paper well its something you see in every shop window, a brand
displayed as stigmata. They called you hero; you the one with hidden matches; you the one
who craved infamy,
still burning.
Categories:
privet,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fortune, fame, fortitude reign,
But draw not the tame-spirited
From their lofty perch
As distinction never clouds the space
Claimed to trace the paths of attraction!
Calm, drawn subliminally over intervals,
Graced by desire and formed in fascination
Of ponderous depths!
A quality born of ancestral lingerings,
Buried sweetnesses,
Perceived prissiness,
Beauty of a privet and convergence
Of shades, shadows, textures
Becomes an almost civet-scented incantation.
Categories:
privet, imagery, imagination, inspirational, senses,
Form:
Free verse
down where
the privet blooms
birds sing
love songs
whip-poor-wills
let me know
dawn is near
no alarm clock needed
i lie in thoughtful awe
of the glory Jesus made
for you and me
to enjoy
i pray in repentance
in thanksgiving
and hope
that today i have strength
to do what needs to be done
so, we can live
in peace and love
just one more day
Categories:
privet, sin,
Form:
Other
Thine distorted reflection rippled
within rain maker's pool
upon a midnight clear
full moonlight sonata
flooded shallow abyss,
cleaved fractal structures of silence
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand
whipped out from
whereabouts unknown
wove disenchanting spell
atop me shaded noggin more'n
fifty ruffle lake suns
Dorian Gray pictured here
to fore, awakened
from drunken stupor,
whence sober self
saw repulsive trouper
fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned,
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent,
mutilated spindled
various horrid aspects of
myself nine inch
rusty nails impaired
which, aghast at such
creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged,
limned paragon did wear
a grotesque disfigured Joeseph Conrad
lost within heart of darkness – maybe Zaire
or Zulu-land, this
soaked silhouette half bare
from waist to head showed unmanly
sagging overly engorged breasts
plus right and left elephant sized ear
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,
yet upon performing
self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued,
cuz thy once
bronzed handsome physique
now grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made
for television series created,
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be
temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night,
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared
to accept, roistering, rollicking,
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able,
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness,
gruesome homeliness, instance
when no objection would arise
to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,
gummy self activated door
leading to privet hedge row trimmed
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth
with **** face on that card!
Categories:
privet, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Guess she got tore up when we
did part.
And after two nights in Vagas I know she'll
coming running back begging for a new start.
And whats he got that I dont.
I mean besides good looks and a yacht.
And a bank account filled with millions.
Just cause I never will doenst mean I wont.
Yeah she's probaly crying her eyes out on
that privet jet.
Something tells me she's just having fun.
Okay well she's engaged guess she wont be back just yet.
Just cause my pinto's ugly it has it's charm.
tried to see her last week.
Jumped the gates and set off a security alarm.
saw her for a second but she didnt listen to all I had to say.
cause her boyfriends Russian bodyguard.
Was standing on my throat after he blinded me with his
can of peper spray.
Yeah sure he's rich good looking
and has some really nice toys.
But can he call you up drunk asking for directions.
From Mexico after a long night drinking with the boys.
Yeah I gave ya a home made cd.
He bought you a record lable.
There's just no tellin when you'll come running
back to me.
When ya moved to Holland I just figured you just needed some
space.
Got a postcard from ya I can tell your missing me.
Eventhough you hide it with a smile apon your face.
Yes darlin I know one day from your chrystal induced fog you
will awake to see.
Why have all the riches in the world.
When ya can have old broke ass me.
Categories:
privet, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Down where the privet hedge's buds are white
There are green blueberries upon verdant bushes
They are all chilled by low temperatures at night
While amaryllis' buds through earth pushes
Categories:
privet, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
enter… find nature
Boultham Park hides its wonders
flora and fauna
hedgerows… privet…
hawthorn… laurel.. woodland walks
lake bank side vistas
siskins… goldcrests… gems
sparrowhawks… if your lucky
sneaky brown rats too
floating treasures… ducks
mallard… tufted… goosanders
widgeon… on good days
nuthatches… winter…
feeding stations… eye candy
great… blue… coal… titmice
a mammal mouse too
the cheeky little wood mouse
house mouse wannabe
squirrels… grey… sorry
reds swansong… long gone wonders
hedgehogs… dusk time joy
moles… very lucky…
a live one to photograph
mine… not a joy… dead
muntjac deer o yes
early morn… before dusk, they hide
kingfishers… jewels
bats yes… skimming lake
to drink and masticate
calm water… feast time
wild… cultivated
flora in great abundance
for your eyes only
invertebrates
macro… micro… all delights
chances for new finds
zyginella
pulchra… leafhopper
a county first
z…. pulchra
the second UK record
its host sycamore
record registered
entomological fact
chinstraped… red… green… beaut
butterflies many
look for chequered skippers… and
white letter hairstreaks
white letter hairstreak
on the UK threatened list
host plants… elm species
Categories:
privet, nature,
Form:
Haiku