Best Renter Poems

she lives
in our attic
squirrel...

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The Haunted House

‘Room to Let’ the signage read, 
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.

When...

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Head shaved to
floods of tears 
Been told months
Pray for years 
Don't know what's in store for me
Cross my fingers and wait and see

Had a visit...

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Some day, someone will change all this.
The yard, no longer mine,
 having neither the work nor the fruits of my labor,
 will go unappreciated and...

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No candy or flowers did he offer, 
something more special,
the gift of his heart, he gave 
mine already his.

I accepted his ring 
  ...

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when another (anointed as lady lucky) 
 resident renter bequeathed her bed  
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse 
  ...

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The church doors would then open on both sides of the street.
A young man heard Cecelia’s words sounding effete.
He said in response to those words...

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-
Terence a Griffiths of Tyrone or Leitrim!
Did he know but later of 1820 he would be there born
A Flax Grower a renter from landlords of...

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Put a U in topia
Every house renter is to own, 
forget the rich, cos they will moan,
about this change of pitch,
self serving super twits,

Dollar greed...

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back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to...

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Perpetual Darkness:
It runs like a river.
It screams in our thoughts.
It goes further down than the diver.
It causes our minds to rot.
Why, how could anything do...

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A very good morning to all my fans, 
My uplighters, my blossom, 
an add on to my faithful viewers
 amongst my midst 
in a pandemonium...

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I’m dancing on the boardline.
Forgotten distances leaving dust behind.
A sudden movement turned over the weel
a lifetime’s search remains dark and incomplete.

Joined lights shining over the...

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I posit picayune propensities prevail among pesky management

Most favored renter status imposed on us
i.e. meaning myself;
(one tarnished prince of Highland Manor)
and the missus, his princess...

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I listen to the Leftists
I listen to the Rightists
  They are not among the brightest.

The Leftists want a $15 minimum wage, a guaranteed job
For...

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