Mr O’Malley was rather smelly
And used to frequently fart
Mrs Kelly owned a telly
And rode in a horse and cart.
Old Joe Blogs had lots of dogs
That used to poo in his yard
While Mr Scoggs looked like a frog
And resembled a tub of lard.
Mr Bruce looked like a goose
And spent the day grazing on grass
The trouble was it made his bowels loose
And he constantly wiped his ass.
But my favourite was Mavis Davis
Who always had jam scones for tea
Then after supper she’d have a big cuppa
And do copious amounts of wee.
What’s your problem?
You started it
It was all you
You and your family!
Your son playing his music too loud
Your son throwing his butt ends into our garden
Your son having his xbox so loud that it felt like a warzone
Your son with his not so funny racist comments
Your partner phoning the council
Your partner for phoning Health and Safety
Your partner for phoning 101
What for?
We’ve done nothing wrong!
We have the report to prove it!
So get a grip!
Living on the farm
Sunday morning's just the same
Visit grandparents in the city
Sunday morning a different time frame
Duties on a farm require an early rise
many chores needing to be done
In a suburban atmosphere
they slept well beyond the rising sun
In the bush environment on a Sunday morning
we could yell and laugh and sing whilst we were at play
Near grandmas house on Sunday don't waken all the neighbours
keep quiet as mice they'd say
Way back then calmness on a Sunday
many businesses remained shut
A day of rest devotion family gatherings for lunch
Today in many towns and cities
commercial activity there is a glut
Soon..Tommorow.? Its America; Britan
Australia, Canada NZ, Russia..Softly softly
With honeyed words..The payback has been planned..For 1945 just you mark
What occurs.' And what is now
happening? act now
Be strong, get community active simple
Steps against these wrongs..For our punishment will not start with bombs.' But
With deprivation of food and fuel..And self
Derision, plus division..They have no rules,
The target is genocide, simple and plain..
Be aware, get informed.' Wake up through
This pain.'
Quarrelsome neighbours are the worst
Rage bubbles and screams of obscenities escalated
~ Taken away in a hearse
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Moon is a lonesome voyeur
Who peeks down lustfully at the silhouetted nudity of Night.
Peccant, she does it with overt grandeur,
Reluming steadily crackling embers of a smouldering light.
Sara beaumont? a k a nichola charles.' hosts a podcast (view
It in your own backyards)or on the couch; in motel on airplane as you go'
Shes one of those neighbours stars? Of tv fame ya know..! Well she's toughed it out, and is really going strong '
Find her on rumble, you-tube; and even patreon' well i won't just keep
Gassing here on soups backyard fence! You can make up your own mind, i don't guess you're that dense? So swing over to Aussie and have a (look see) you can email and suchlike..Just take it from me' this sheila is rock'in with
Stuff from the hole! This is straight through the mirror
Thats been hiding some goals' a word similar to gaol?
Guess it depends on your ed? And like where we get our
Info? Now thats quite enough said.)
htpps://thewhiterabbitpodcast.com
Best invisible neighbours, up on the roof play music for followers.
A long beak instrument for the best ears to listen, for lovers that understand the meaning of those notes, played by the nature of every sound that we don' t appreciate anymore.
They are there all the time for blind eyes to see, for deaf ears to hear. Still there playing the same song, following the rhythm of life with us.
We aim for a big mansion and the best cars, when what we really need is a little house and a land with vegetables and fruit trees.
Those trees where we can still find those birds singing for tomorrow and our best neighbours to be in touch forever to be seen.
When a bad neighbour
Sees love on your back and chest
Shame covers her "him"
June 23 / 2023
One fine day hubby dear announced,
Silicon Valley be the place, where he will bowl.
I could not go, tears rolled down.
Two months more, he was sure,
When we will be three,
together we will spree.
So, when I bore a lovely little boy
The proud dad sure was overjoyed.
Off we flew down to the valley,
and landed straight in the Electronic City.
A beautiful sight, Valley in the night,
Twinkling stars and bright big lights.
My neighbours too were a pure delight.
Mrs and Mr Rao had a daughter bright,
who played with Neo everyday at twilight.
Their son too a techie, matched the sister upright.
Sometimes I felt lonely, such a strange city.
We soon had company, too my surprise.
The kohlis and Duttas were soon to arrive.
The brotherly Mr Kant, was the only bachelor to survive.
The Shuklas and Singhs too had blissful married life.
Off we all went partying at Maharaja's in the night.
Bannerghatta and Lal bagh were destinations in bright sunlight.
Life was a roller - coaster ride,
when, on Silk board- Hosur road,
The B-company had their drive.
siu mei aromas
waft up through open windows
community news
KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOURS
Considering any acquaintance,
proximity is the first preference
to overcome over all loneliness.
Helplessness solvable by neighbours!
Improve your social behaviour.
In urgency next door guys : Saviours.
But in mobile, Facebook or text message
Children, youngsters, seniors on average !
Most of the time all engaged! Time wastage.
Care and share for your next door neighbours.
In need do favour or ask for favour.
Daily chores to run smooth with less labour.
Friends may be far, neighbours at door step.
Be involved: Interact ! Help and get help.
Neighbours for each other, above self.
01/26/23
Acquaintance and Neighbours
Contest by Soto Poet
Jesay Meray rishta daar Hain
Khuda aisay Kisi ko na day
Jesay Meray dost ahbab Hain
Khuda aisay Kisi ko na day
Jesay Meray neighbour Hain
Khuda aisay Kisi ko na day
Jesay Meray dushman Hain
Khuda aisay Kisi ko na day....
We live side by side
In identical houses
Leading parallel lives
You in your home
Me in mine
I see you every day
Same place
Similar time
Different clothes
Fresh hair and make-up
We exchange pleasantries
The weather, family, health
Superficial details shared
The illusion of connectedness
Furthered and maintained
As we fill in random gaps
In the tapestry of our lives
We scurry away
Me back to my house
You back to yours
As the front door closes
I imagine your life
And wonder fleetingly
Is it easier than mine?
Are you happy?
Are you more fulfilled?
Are your whites whiter?
Then I reimmerse myself in today
Thoughts of you set aside
For now at least
In the knowledge that tomorrow
The cycle will rinse and repeat
And our paths will cross again
Next Door
Next door looks better
They never argue shout or scream
Their grass is neat and tidy
On Sundays, tea and ice cream
Next door looks happier
They seem to smile a lot
His wife looks pretty
I’m sure they haven’t lost the plot
Next door seems happy
Though the kids look down
Kissed their mother goodbye
She gave them a charcoal frown
Next door seems to be quiet
Only an occasional door slam
She hides her face now
Eyes as red as fresh ham
Next door looks busy
Men enter in white plastic
They take away long boxes
The situation looks drastic
New couple next door
Unaware of the evil past
I like the look of her smiles
the lady who died was downcast
Next to you is next door
It could be in your life
A woman’s cry in the night
I hope that’s not your wife?
David Cox 24/03/21
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