Long Neighbours Poems
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Cheers for New Zealanders’ new itch
To move across what they call 'ditch'.
Cheers for camaraderie
With sibling rivalry,
And more, for free passage
In freedom to engage,
For peaceful life across the beach.
Woes alas for my neighbourhood
That worries me if it’d turn good,
There’s no dividing ‘ditch’,
What’s missing, the right itch--
A food for thought today to brood.
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Happenings | 16.02.2026 | freedom, friendship, neighbours, peace, limerick
Note: Two neighbours, Australia (population: 28 million) and New Zealand (5 million) across free borders. More and more new Zealanders shift to Australia lured by higher salaries, economic opportunities, and more sun. And alas, closer home.
We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve
We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn
Prejudice has never been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears
When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives
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We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve
Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn
Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form
When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give
Its a lie
Its always a lie
When I was told I won't loose anything in life
That has made me attached so much important to things that's not worth it at time
I call everything mine mine and mine
I grieve, worry and cry
when I seems not to see somethings I need come by
I strive to have more
And store them up....oh my God what for?
I have longed believed a lie
Really?? Truth has now become dry
Just because of my greed oooooh why?
If I can't share what I have
With my next neighbours child
That's in dire need of whats in my hand
That I keep hooding it like a thief that stole a cake in the night
May be you Ask those who are 6 fit in the ground
What they left behind
Or took along in their hands
The cars, houses or money in the banks
Am glad to announce to you its a fallacy and mirage
So you can know nothing last forever.
Snow greets my eyes, all is quilted in white;
some red berries for colour, a pink rose,
delicate tracery of trees impose
silhouettes, for me delivering delight.
As a child takes first steps I tread with thrill;
mine are not the first impression but those
of birds. The neighbours' cat seeing me froze,
then leapt, prevented from making a kill.
There's a weather warning of ice and snow.
I think of workers with journeys to make,
over black ice, delayed transport to take.
Wrapped, I'm relieved I don't have far to go.
I gaze up through falling flakes descending,
diffused. It feels as if I'm ascending.
Romance craves wide enough space to dance,
Neighbours as need betwixt them good fence,
For love is a river, pool nor pond,
Apart stand banks though each to each fond…
Let breeze from heaven blow ever hence.
As two mutual cups fill, drink from own,
Let love leave leisure time all alone,
Though close by, alone stand strings of lute
To quiver quite in sync or all mute,
Harmony hails one’s very own tone.
Together, but hang no close to heart,
Pillars of a temple stand apart,
Oak, Cypress that so taller are made,
Seldom can grow in each other's shade,
Stay apart, playing apportioned part.
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Musings | 05.03.2006 | freedom, love, Quintain
Note: Original by Kahlil Gibran, interpretation done in anapaest meter, Quintain (limerick) in construction, not in mood.
The Poems I Never wrote
One day I'll write poetic tales of my life
The poems I never wrote in times of strife
I'll reveal delights of romantic passion
Loving gestures that happened to happen.
Stirring to life rapturous magical nights
When lovers reached fantastical heady heights
Of happiness zooming from my memoirs chest
Souvenirs of heart that are simply the best.
I would write of spring and the treasures it brings
Of summer days evoking one's heart to sing
Autumn with her artistic flamboyant flair
Winter snowflakes dancing their magic o’er air.
I must write for the friends who have come and stayed
My sisters whose generous hearts are displayed
My neighbours who're always there to lend a hand
When things become too much, they all understand.
I'll write of those in my heart not forgotten
Angels seen in white wispy clouds of cotton
While dreamers sleep, into the poets’ head muse creeps
The poems I never wrote now aim to speak.
8th October 2022
I know you don’t know Gikomba, Gikosh
It’s where we go to shop
For everything second hand and camera
Shirts, purses, suits, girlfriends, even senators
You must get there early when the sun is in the east
If you want to get something nice you must be the first pick
They all come in bales shipped from the west
We don't like to say they are used or cheap
You should see the new girlfriend I just nicked
she really is beautiful, she has all her teeth
She is quite a catch she is an affordable treat
A little bit used? yes but barely, she looks pristine
I can’t believe someone gave her away at just twenty-three
She has a few scars nothing that can’t be fixed
With a little care, a visit to my tailor, trust, and a new wig
I am so excited I must show all of the streets
I can’t wait to try her on once I am home, rested and clean
She comes with instructions in a manual you will never see
First, you must wear a wrapper, It is the wisdom from within
You see this people from the west are sometimes sick
Before you try anything from Gikosh, its proper
To wear protection for some infections we can't treat
Until you can make sure she is clean
Just like my mother did with my clothes from the streets
She cleaned my Sunday best first to lose that mitumba scent
To make sure my neighbours couldn’t see we couldn't get the new drip
Just so I could fit in with the rest not to mention also disinfect from disease
Like a good son raised right by her mother with respect for my street
I clean her up, to protect myself from her previous sin
Once I rinse her past, I teach her how to speak like me
I take her out for all my friends to witness her skin
They stand in awe of how designer she is
Like a reality star from Instagram or those fancy magazines
Oh My! I can’t wait for also you to see
My mtumba girlfriend after I take a pic
She is special, with character and is really unique
Not generic like the mass-produced brands you worship
Where you go shopping in the malls in the city
Yes your girlfriends look amazing
you don’t even have to check their teeth
They are never used they are never cheap
But still, none is like this new one I picked
I am already attached and I am pleased
You really should try Gikosh if you will
I recommend with 5 stars it is the dream
The pigs got in my garden
They wrecked my vegetable patch
I chased them round all morning
But, not one, could I catch
I tempted them with biscuits
And a loaf of wholemeal bread
They did not seem impressed
They preferred my veg instead
Covered in dirt and sweaty
I continued with my task
Stripped to the waist and grubby
And wearing a muddy mask
My neighbours thought it funny
They were watching me with glee
So I stopped my amusing antics
And had a cup of tea
A plan, I thought, a plan
That’s what I really need
I drove down to the shop
To buy some fresh pig feed
I laid a trail of pig food
Across the garden, to the fence
They started taking notice
They started to see sense
Snuffling down the trail, they went
To the hole from whence they came
Through the gap into the field
To their piggy wig domain
© 03-12-2008
From childhood’s roughened soil, where tender dreams sprout,
Where parental care was scarce and comfort stood apart,
You learnt to make your wounded past a furnace for your heart,
And fashioned strength from suffering, resilience from each scar;
No bitterness could chain your soul, no hardship halt your stride,
You walked beyond the darkness with determination as your guide.
You entered life’s long marketplace, a waiter first in trade,
Serving with humility and diligence, while greater dreams were made;
Through sleepless nights and patient hands, your enterprise took flight,
Your deams rose from modest work to venture bold and bright;
With dedication as your creed and hard work as your oar,
You proved that humble beginnings can open destiny’s door.
From quiet Catholic worshipper, beneath the sacred light,
You heard a deeper summons calling you from height to height;
The servant grew a shepherd, and the shepherd learned to lead,
Till senior pastor stood your name, crowned not with pride but creed;
You bore the Cross with steadfast faith, compassion, truth and grace,
And made your pulpit more than words but a refuge for the lost and broken race.
Your hands were open fountains where the weary found grace,
You gave with love and tenderness, and sowed the seeds of peace;
For strangers and for neighbours, your compassion knew no wall,
The poor, the vulnerable, the broken heart — you made room for all;
You taught through deeds that giving is love made visible and true,
And many lives remember still the kindness found in you.
And now the house is hushed; your absence fills the air,
A silence heavy with the love that once was gathered there;
We mourn the voice, the hands, the heart that gave so much away,
Yet bless the precious gift of you, though tears attend this day.
Death may claim your breath JP, but never what you gave
Your faith, your love, your noble works shall live beyond the grave.
It'll never be home
By Michelle Morris
08/11/2022
I went through our boxes
And found too many memories
All wrapped up in good and bad
I found it overwhelming
I gave it all away, yeah
So many beautiful things
So many things that
Reminded me of us
And, yes, there are moments
Oh, yes, there are those moments
When I wish I could get it all back
Again... Again... Again...
But, now, here I am
With nothing but a house
It'll never be home
Without you here
A shell of a house
No pictures or photographs
Nothing that says
That we were one
Ever...Ever...Before...
Ever...Ever...More...
I live in this space
It's too much for one person
Insulated from neighbours
Far from the maddening crowd
It took me years
But I found my inner peace
Away from the world
Away from who we were
And, yes, there are moments
Oh, yes, there are those moments
When I wish I could get it all back
Again... Again... Again...
But, now, here I am
With nothing but a house
It'll never be home
Without you here
A shell of a house
No pictures or photographs
Nothing that says
That we were one
Ever...Ever...Before...
Ever...Ever...More...
It'll never be home
Without you here
It's never home
Unless you're here
With me... With me... With me...
I miss you... I miss you... I miss you...
© Michelle Morris, 2022