She should have been an investigative reporter
She is the first in the know
The first on the scene
Asking questions on top of questions
None of them her business
What she does with this knowledge is a mystery
Is she a novelist?
Does she have a blog?
Her nosey ways have alienated most of us
Annoying many
None of us ask
Well you know me
I’ve never been one to nosey
But I just happen to be stood by the window
Behind the net curtains
With a pair of binoculars in my hand
I heard a lot of noise from number 42
Across the road
They are unloading a furniture van
.
It looks like John and Ethel
Did a moonlight flit
But they were getting on a bit
.
Oh the furniture that’s going in
Is so tacky
I wouldn’t even put it
In my wheelie bin
Hmmm orange curtains and plastic flowers
A plastic pig no wheels on bricks
And look at the state of the carpet
Could do with some Shake and vac
And cleaned up a bit
.
There’s twenty kids stood outside
And now they have gone in
They all look the same
Lanky and thin
.
Their playing loud music
You could hear it in Kimberworth park
From South Anston
It’s only half past three
And not even dark
.
Hold on!
What’s this?
Somebody has climbed a tree
And is watching me
Through a pair of binoculars
Well!, The nosey thing!!!
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Beagle sits atop
Dog house pedestal watching
What the neighbors do.
Hey Poke!
Yes, you!
I can see your nose in my business
I’m not trying to be disrespectful
But, I can see your nose
Oh, it’s so big!
Don’t act surprised
Everyone knows
Look, there’s no place for your nose here
You can’t park it here
This is my space
Hey, this is no joke!
I can see you carrying a huge sack
All day long it’s on your back
You have a lot of garbage in your luggage
Sort out your own mess
And kindly take your nose with you
Please!
I’m so tired of seeing your nose in my business
I’m distracted by its bigness
Its size
It’s…huge!
I hear you are waiting to see me cry
I really don’t know why
I’m sorry to disappoint you
But please
Pretty please!
Find a new job description
Hey, here’s your doctor’s prescription:
“No more poking!”
“To be taken at no time daily!”
Signed by YOUR DOCTOR
By Sylvia Chika
sylviachika@gmail.com
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© 2016 Sylvia Chika
I'm not nosey but
I was standing at the window
Looking through the net curtains
And I just happened to have a pair of binoculars in my hand
Well as you know I'm not one to gossip but
I wish you could have taken a look
At what I saw.
But as I'm not one to gossip as I said
So I''ll keep what I saw in my head
Who's that looking through a pair of binoculars
At me from a tree
Ooh the nosey thing.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May..
I've never been one to nosey but
Looking through my net curtains
I just happened to have a pair of binoculars in my hand
I'm a curious kinda man
Ooh you wouldn't believe the things I've seen
Not being a gossip of course
It's so posh around here the mail is personally
Delivered by the Queen
And across my vast sprawling country estate
Someone's skinny dipping in my lake
I think I'll choose a masserati today
And wave at the peasants on my way.
There goes Dietrich on her penny farthing
Listening to some Hank Marvin
Toqyen is drunk again
Casarah is walking her lama
Tim has just worked out at the gym
And Jan is looking nice and Trim
Peter and Vera
are in the garden
Singing Shakira
Poet destroyer is cutting the grass
Ooh she has a lovely fast
Mower that lass.
There goes Mary Jo on her pogo stick
She doesn't look too well hope she's not sick
Over there prince Harry is having a party again
A fancy dress
And he's dressed as hen
Well folks Think I'll get in my hot tub full of champagne
And wait until tomorrow
When I can spy again.
Peter Dome. copyright. 2014. Sept.
You think you have to know everything
Nosing around here for some gossip about my life
But disappointed because i'm not giving any
Need something to feed your cravings of
knowledge about me
You might not get why I do what I do
Your might be confused right now
You might not understand my choices
Well guess what jackass!
Its not your life to understand, its mine
Out on our streets,
the war goes on,
teens so confused,
thinking they are grown.
Lurking out there,
is the devils brew,
who does he target,
it is our youth.
Parents are suspecting,
something seems strange,
who are these people,
tell me some names.
Once drug in,
they can't drag out,
this is where parents,
must not nap.
Hire someone,
find out names,
we must beat drugs,
this is our country's shame.
Prisons are flowing,
the problem is growing,
parents not knowing,
we must show them.
Visit downtown,
they have a place,
report what you know,
it's not too late.
Thank you Karen, this problem can't be ignored.
When I read your poem, "The Other Mom",
it broke my heart..