The Early Morning
…… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.
I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture.
Even the washing line blinks in the morning glory
while casually tossing shadows of clothing
onto the faded backdrop of a lifeless fence.
Slowly, the morning’s lungs breathe out
and shirt, jumper, socks and trousers
start to shadow dance across the enlivened screen.
Then plants freckle themselves onto the slatted stage,
a neighbourly, mop-headed flower peeks curiously over
while an aged, garden spade stirs from its earthy reverie.
They all want to connect to the merriment,
parading in this slapstick, fashion-lit show
while the garden fence just creaks with laughter.
We see them popping up on random streets
in a neighbourly outreach kind of way.
We don't know who to thank
since no one steps up to claim the credit
but it's the community as a whole
who benefits in many wondrous ways.
The suburbs are delighted to champion
these ecofriendly gifts of sharing ~
not only charming but welcomed pointers that
goodwill and kindness are alive and well.
AP: 2nd place 2025
Hair
Hopefully (fingers crossed) when I
grow my brown hair the
parting will be
neighbourly.
Like a rash, since 1943..Made ss friends, real neighbourly
Introduced them to his kin.' Off his nose he lost no skin
He took a percentage; called himself a survivour, never got
A train ride, though..Never was a camp insider.' He built up
His wealth, by deception and stealth. He's quite adept at
Negating human health, i wonder does he shiver when he
Showers? Or how does he sleep? Is the cost worth the
Power? The souls surely gone. Eyes must just be cold
Stone..No redemtion desire or move to atone.' I don't think
He showers.? But slides into a tub.as in narcasist fashion
He rejoices in blood, warm water; up to the chin, false virtues
Inventing, wallowing in sin, swallowing a camel and straining
Out gnats this old cold wrinkley, WHO craves so much clout '
Its crimminal gain, will countrys go broke? If this jerk gets
Debunked, then we, exposed his sad joke '
We booked on the radio as was the way
And out the station we drove away
The radio prattles its continual banter
As we policed the streets at a slow canter
There were disturbances some loud but not unique
And pub brawls to make the night complete
There were shoppies on day shift
With neighbourly disputes sorting out the grift
Throw in a Coroners at some one’s demise
Taking a report through the rels cries
Until the end of the shift comes round
For a quiet drink and to talk it all down.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Neighbourly and nice
Nadine walked her dog at night
Nurturing to see
12/11/2020
People are hurrying, scurrying, worrying
Frenziedly squirreling clusters away.
Rumbling hypotheses riding on every breeze
Cast a malificent shadow our way.
Spreading pervasively, sneakily, rapidly,
Spanning the continents, changing its tack,
Causing uncertainty, splitting humanity
Interdependency starting to crack.
Tension is rising, it's hardly surprising that
Feverish tremors disquiet the land
Something's approaching, invading, encroaching,
An unwelcome visitor, wholly unplanned.
.........................
Panic diminishes, wariness finishes
Neighbourly kindliness starting to spread,
Care for the elderly, healthy mentality
Sense of engagement and friendship instead.
Atmosphere's changing, the ranting and raging
Uncertainty, death and disease have left town.
Nobler priorities flavour communities
Stage set for change as the curtain comes down.
13.03.20
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest - sponsored by Team Poetrysoup N/A
a bird’s eye view of
neighbourly towns
sharing borders
peaceful coexistence
reciprocity of economics
and amicable exchanges
what’s in a border
a line drawn in the sand
respectful of our differences
down deep we’re all the same
wanting the good life
live each day in harmony
Published in my photo/poetry book ~A DAY IN SARNIA~ 2019
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 23, 2019 for contest SECOND CHANCE sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX (The Darker Side of Christmas) - RANKED 2ND
and on December 21, 2019 for contest STRAND SPECIAL 7 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on October 8, 2019
Man has sought to make God smile
always thinking they are able this to do
but God requires perfection absolute
so His followers need to be born anew
The first commandment calls us to follow
God's son Jesus with all in our being
for the Lord won't accept anything less
the great creator's well worth agreeing
But in one sense there's another challenge
God's second law calls for neighbourly love
our neighbourhood knows no boundary
we must show real love from above
This love demands a love of self
be displayed upon all bar none
who can do such a thing? anyone!
only God's spirit empowers such a one
These two commands need one twice-born
to achieve the desired effect God inspired
from heaven above comes divine power
bringing action upon those God has fired
(Matthew 22:36-40
'Master, which is the greatest commandment in the law? Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.')
neighbourly kindness
reviving faith
in human kind
posted on September 10, 2018
Wiggzy Wormzy
Burrowing
Saying neighbourly hies
As he writhed
From top to bottom
Of the veggie garden
Wiggzy Wormzy
Waving
Sharing friendly hi-fives
As he cantilevered
From leaf to roof
Of the veggie garden
Was born almost eighty-two years ago
No bits, no bytes, just a neighbourly hello
Bits were wee pieces
Bites gave you diseases
Back when “friends” called you a schmoe
Mystery Runner
Fog curtain twitched,
Neighbourly insights,
Sudden motion pitched,
Band Aided 'Lycra',
A shaping event horizon,
Of near destruction,
Short pony tail rolled,
A pendulum effect,
Why do fog curtains,
Never use nets?
@Andrew Carnegie, Foggy Chippenham, Jan 7th 2017
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Little Hedgehog.
Come little shnookim come see what I've found?
It's hard and it's prickly and lives under the ground.
Well it's brown and cute, it likes to eat fruit like you.
So shnookim enquire if that's your desire
before he burrows himself under that log.
Excuse me good friend you could help me no end
and pray tell just what species you are?
Shnookie and I have guessed and we've tried
as we've watched you all day from afar.
The little guy looked surprised as he opened his eyes
and looked up over his log.
No need to fear, he says with good cheer
I'm just your neighbourly friendly hedgehog.
It was a tragic game
between the scars
and the sword.
The grey sky was the
reluctant witness
of a forgiven rape.
Where the stars weep,
you will find a solar
dip of the neighbourly love.
A candle for the untimely
melt of a gaint glacier,
before the daffodils called.
The marbled smile of
a silent groom, whose bride,
went behind the glass.
Satish Verma
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