Homeowners Poems | Examples

When to Replace

When to replace something 
Which will expire
Is a question all homeowners face.
Is it better to wait 
‘Til a problem comes up
In the item you need to replace…

Or perhaps it makes sense,
When that item is old,
To just ditch it and buy something new.
If it works but you’ve had it
A really long time, then
You know what’s the right thing to do.

It’s a gamble to hope that 
Your item will last 
For if suddenly, it starts to break,
You must deal with the consequence
And chalk it up
To a classic homeowner’s mistake.

Cousin To Each of

Cousin To Each of

Cousin To Each of 
thinks the rubble of 
homes after 
earthquakes should be 
shared, swapped, between the 
homeowners.

Gladys was Grandfathered in

Gladys has an iconoclastic personality
a beatnik, hippie, nonconformist to the max
her yard does not fit into this posh modern neighborhood
it is colorful with reds, greens, blues, oranges
an assortment of mushrooms, frogs, windmills and such
she has not had to comply to the four approved color schemes
the homeowners association cannot oust her
she was grandfathered in, “as is”
a stipulation for selling this land to the developer
her monkeys, gnomes and faeries thumbing their noses
at neighbors who are not allowed to paint their doors red
or add an ornamental rock without permission of the association

Prayers of Ancient Oak

ancient oak got on his knees
the best he could considering he is older
and his roots are creaking, and his knees no longer bend
he needed guidance, and he knew where to go.
God heard and answered ancient oak’s plea.
a few months later ancient oak was put into a house.
making lovely banisters, poles, window ledges
thank you! Ancient oak said to God.
he had always wanted to be appreciated.
“look at this beautiful oak flooring!” the new homeowners said.
his prayers had been answered.

No Sympathy For Termites

Always beware of the termite
Wise homeowners constantly fight
Incredibly destructive foe,
Exterminators surely know 
A buyer’s most off-putting sight.

Termites have no respect, you see
For you or your prized property,
They will devour your precious floor
Then look around for something more
You must show them no sympathy!

Written September 25, 2022

Revenge

Do you think we shall forget the chains and bonds you shipped us in,
the stench of sweat and death swelling our nostrils,
the world you brought us to, to do you toil, the auctions of
our bodies, the abuse we took?

We shall not forget. You have given us the weapon.

We shall take the knowledge you offered.  The new laws to sustain
the culture, and by the hands of slaves, our martyrs, and the people.

We shall strike the powerful blow, that will release time.

Black doctors, black teachers, black businesses, black homeowners.

A BLACK PRESIDENT!

Commercial Time

Underwear to hold your leaks,
Meds with crazy names -
These are products touted
As I watch the Aussie games.

Homeowners’ insurance,
Make-up, cool expensive cars 
Advertised between the sets
Of vaccinated stars.

Scenes of lovely Melbourne
By commercial crews they’ve hired
Hoping that some tourists 
Will be well-enough inspired.

Since I can’t fast-forward,
Every ad I’m forced to see,
Although the target audience
Is certainly not me.

Iho - the Survivors

 
A catastrophic tornado on a path of destruction,
hit Barrie, Canada July 15th at 230pm, Thursday;
high winds took roofs, and trees like a great suction.
windows blown out, vehicles overturned, debris filled the streets.
All the people could do was hide in basements and pray,
after dazed homeowners were already talking about reconstruction;
people wandered in shock at the scenes of total disarray.

_________________________
July 19, 2021


Poetry/Rhyme/IHO-The Survivors
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-507-19
All rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Premier contest, Julyme
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 08/14/2021

Alarms

I’ll never get used to alarms
Though homeowners see all their charms.
It’s too easy to make
Just one tiny mistake
Which can cause some to be up in arms.

To disarm one you need fob or code
Or you’ll wake an entire abode
For the noise it emits
Blows one’s eardrums to bits
And those woken from sleep may explode.

In the city, alarm use is rare
And it isn’t that people don’t care
But a doorman and lock
Chase the thieves from the block
To the suburbs – alarmers beware!

Wind, Seasons, and Life

Wind, Seasons, And Life
Written: by Tom Wright
9-1-2019
3:00 AM

In spring it arrives disguised as a breeze,
In summer, heat, causes premature browning.
Of manicured lawns and foliage on trees,
Which often induces a homeowners frowning.

In fall, trees are cloaked in a contrasting blend,
Wearing make up, in colors of various hues.
In winter, snowflakes, will hitchhike this wind,
While we’re stuck inside singing the blues.

But whatever the season that we most embrace,
God spoke it this way and not without reason.
Like seasons, life passes, and we leave little trace,
Think of life as being, God’s eternity preseason.



James 4:14 King James Version (KJV)
14 Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

Curse of the Dandelion

A wild plant despised by many
...the dandelion may be cursed;

cursed with bright yellow petals
that flutter in the wind,

cursed with white pompom centers
enjoyed by honey bees,

cursed with light airy seeds
that float on the summer breeze,

cursed to land freely, in any yard or field
 or whatever it wants to begin,

cursed it may actually be...
as gardeners and homeowners pull it free.

A Victim of Florence

A Victim of Florence

We are having to stay at Comfort Suites
in Cary, NC until Thursday and hopefully
by then highways and roads will be clear
and we can safely return 150 miles home
to Bolivia, NC. It is costing us $100 a night
and hope our National Homeowners Insurance
will cover some of it. I have not written a 
poem in a week now. Florence has really
been messing over my mind.

Jim Horn

Home Improvement

It's easy to do nothing,
As the years pass, to your house.
"It looks okay" - a maxim
Many homeowners espouse.

But if, at last, the motivation
Strikes and you proceed, 
You may discover some improvement's
What you really need.

A paint job, new appliances,
Replacements for your chairs,
A spruced-up garden and a guy
Who's handy with repairs.  

From day to day, it's hard to see
How much we acclimate
To our surroundings, even as
They turn so out-of-date.

A few small changes may just help
You get into the groove
And you may be surprised to find
Your home and mood improve.

Work Poem 2

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They don't like my poems at work, so I post what comes to mind first here lol.

Sunrise

I remember dreading the sunrise. It meant I could no longer hide my appearance or the things I've done the night before. Trying to find a dark safe place like a roch when the light is turned on. My dark secretive life no longer hidden by the pale moon light. My skinny frame and blood shot eyes now on display for the world to see. The wreckage I've caused now seen by the puffy waking faces. My dilated pupils not ready for the soul reviling light in the heavens. The chirping birds warning homeowners of the proweler in the vicinity. The moon light provided enough light to navigate the dark roads of my life. The night fog blending well with the haze of my mind. The dew covered grass washing my blood stained hands as I crawled recklessly through life. The bug bites scaring my empty soul threw the night. The bread like trails of growing mushrooms leading me to the devils gingerbread house. The meth being cooked in his cauldron to ensnare my dark and soulless life.

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