Relocating Poems | Examples

Winter Withers

Winter Withers

…… its way into the woods
and waits….and wonders….and watches
until…. No-one is looking.
Boorishly, an ally introduces itself,
an iced-sliced wind to quiver-shiver
the woods’ most tender saplings;
to shudder the aged evergreens
with sharpened, encrusted crystals 
sandpapering the toughest, roughest bark.

Weather warning complete, 
Winter then crunches forward,
cold shouldering its way through the night
to finally rest against a solitary cabin.
Inside that logged shelter, Man awakens
allowing his thoughts freedom
from the waiting room of his mind.
Man has learned how to listen,
but much more importantly,
this man has listened how to learn!
What he now sharply tells himself is…
Winter has arrived; survival demands action.

Man has lived for a year with Mother Nature 
after his severance with city life;
he now feels a yearning for the three R’s:
reconnecting, refiguring and relocating.
Man can’t allow Winter’s weathered wings 
to embrace him with glacial isolation
nor allow its benumbed playmate… Loneliness
to knock, again, on that fragile, front door.


Ian Souter

Hitler's Silver Academics

When the trust busts
in to your village
Driving the lunatics
in shackles
Times must be goin'
out of print
Old Hearst's Castle
isn't any good for
climbing
Seeing the waves of
rocket fuel
reminds the Church epiphany
that 8th grade is over
So the western fleet
sends out a graduate team
And recruits for the labor wards
Used to come by the name
of Montgomery

Seas are Charted for a Reason My Dears
Why is how you got to me
I am a Labor Warden
and relocating dreams
is what God himself
won't let me go without
A new calling and bread
will we discover
Corrections and Bibliacians,
In the Yonders

Hurry now, don't budge there
room for everyone on the movie bus
We just, and we head
the way the work lets us
That's how corrections
work in Hitlers kitchen

You been in the purse strings
way too long
this country hears about things like you
Sends a special not to a guy like me
and my soldiers come to take you back home

We are recipe kings of the south
and kitchen protectors of the north
Hi time to get ourselves a career
I dare not say how time flew your coup
but out here in god's county, no de 'tats please

Relocating

Softly 
fake freedom rings,
strangling society;
Intellect walks and with some class
moves on;
Relocation of residence
wisely wields a weapon,
revolting in
silence.

which planet shall we relocate to

Mars is too hot
Saturn is freezing her snot.
Pluto is tooting its gold
Neptune is way too old

Jupiter is almost ready
Let’s go there, suggested my steady
Venus snickers a bit
Mercury threw her bi-polar fit

Which one has hospitality?
Come down to earth and reality
There is space creature life on Venus we were told
They eat you too, so you do not have burden of growing old

This did not in any way appeal to me
I visited the keeper of the Milky Way galaxy
What suggestions can you make? I asked
Relocating to a new planet is a dubious task.

Moon

It truly matters
not where I roam and ramble;
in the cities and 
towns where I widely travel:
the moon is always with me.

Anchor of the sky?
A spherule relocating?
Seemingly shifting,
but nevertheless constant,
its presence always soothing.

Relocating

Leaving behind roots,
In a moment of transition,
New path unfolds, shoots.

Turns of change, dizzy,
Navigating paths unknown,
Reels of fate, busy.

Puzzle of new life,
Pieces scattered, rearrange,
Relocation rife.

Boxes and goodbyes,
Echoes of old now fading,
Hope in new sunrise.

Spinning world awaits,
Revolutions of the heart,
Where the compass states.

Paths intertwine, blend,
In the dance of change and chance,
Solutions to send.

Notice, Not a Poem

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One Man's Trash

Most of our cleaning:
Relocating stacks
From the sink
To the washer
To the shelves 
From the racks

If all that you’re doing
Is moving the piles
There’s no end in sight
It goes on for miles
So stop all the hoarding
And adding to stacks
Just throw it away
So it can’t come back

My children will hate me
When I’m dead and gone
And all of my stuff
Will be out on the lawn
They won’t have a use
For all of my stuff
My precious belongings
I’m way past enough

I know how to help them
To sift through my trash
Inside random objects
I’ll insert real cash
Instead of a grimace
They’ll have a brief thrill
There in the underwear:
$100 bills

I Went To Welcome Town

Infused with newness, available script ushers me in
Eyes peeled with anticipation for next discoverings

Last easy bend of cane growing country road owns
Entry to rewound time, fibro cement rows of homes 

Palm sprinkled, speed decelerates in sleepy streets
Alluring new place charisma, adventure incomplete

Faintly reminiscent of brisk Christmas road trip visit
First time river glimpse brings excitement exquisite 

Quaint little town, family pub, caravan park opposite 
Mere steps reveal mangrove muddy boat ramp slip

Tinny two horse standard, - biminis seen as high brow
Fishing rods' supple hope supports mates' bonding, tribal

Murk of shallows turn sparkle, close island destinations 
Brown armed boaties lower crates to catch crustaceans 

Wander past real estate branch (sole agent for miles) 
Owner opens door, pulls me in, I admit I'm beguiled

Offers me a place to rent, sixteen steps away, got key
Forty minutes later, I'm signing papers, - it had to be!! 

Two years in paradise passed, an idyllic place to dwell
Worked in the big smoke, drove home to Jacobs Well



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Amid Falling Leaves

worn out tennis scuffle through leaves and trash
going nowhere accept 
relocating from the soda machine to the parking lot
this is the intricate routine he follows.
gingerly he sits amid falling leaves
knowing soon the air will cruel and harden his skin
he will find himself on crisp cold mornings looking for a 
soup kitchen, anything hot to warm the cruel growl
eating away at his stomach
amid falling leaves he senses the oncoming winter
and holds his body tight
toughening the resolve that must see him through
he will soon commence the employ of begging at 
the store
people will give more in winter
it will be close to Thanksgiving
the kindness season was approaching

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Dungeon Wine and Dine Time

Burnley had a conjugal date after getting a vision 
Was warned you may want to listen
To the canary finishing his mission 
Relocating to a lower level 
Feeling a wee bit better not needing a shovel 
Getting experience from the higher league 
Canary play should increase and be at a winning degree 
Venturing to the dungeon 
After buying snacks for the munching 
Seeing it in sight 
Wanting diplomacy not a fight 
Pouring some Claret wine 
Two sat down for a dine 
While each other picked each other’s mind 
Everything proceeded in calm fashion 
No scoring just a lot of passing 
Until plenty of ticks were put on the clock 
When wood was a chip off the old block 
Spirits were high 
A break they did try 
Canary pondered “‘A’ rated exposure could be a lie”
Come back more refreshed 
Burnley waited watched wanting a drunken confess 
Near the conclusion 
Canary made a goal that added to the losing 
It was the knockout punch 
Closing the weekend late late lunch 
Parting their ways 
Canary had nothing to say 
Green and yellow 
Quietly mellow 
Letting go 
Moving on to another show 
Pay Citizens one last visit 
Their high profile property sold, no longer listed

Beachcombing

Waiting, watching, listening for the storm to reach the shore.
Swirling the waters cauldron; lifting the ocean floor.
Relocating and destroying - beachcombing aft the wind has blown.
Walk the sands of turmoil - collecting cuttlebone.

Become An Ace

Mornings are chill 
Still No feel of ill. 
Day is erratic. 
It's Nature's tactic.  
Evenings are hazy 
But not becoming lazy. 
Nights are cool , yet suffocating.  
Nothing in our hands except relocating, 
Mold situationally 
If not conditionally 
But relatively. 

It's the psyche that makes difference.
If It's in line 
If It's process is on line 
It's the soma that acts in sequence 
To face any consequence 
To be in pace 
In the worlds of change 
To make us as an ace

Departures

I’m drawn to airport departure halls,
to the optimism of leaving.
The suspension of here.
The promise of there.

I like the in-between feeling of transit,
the lightness that comes from  
exchanging one clock for another.  
And how someplace else makes you a child, 
everything new again.
And the chance to leave baggage at home, 
to quarantine turbulent emotions. 

And the triage of broken dreams or numbed lives
into myriad flight paths,
New Life-bound,
relocating dislocated yearnings, 
destination reinventing destiny.     

And flight: 
              the release, however brief, 
              from reality’s gravity, 
the world simplified at 30,000 ft. to 
              a spread of light-bathed cotton-candy clouds.

In motion, there is possibility.
In departure, future.
In passage, faith.   
In altitude, a soaring-free.   
In sky voyages, horizon-crossings.
In endings, beginnings. 
In boarding, a looking-forward to _______. 

I like hope taking off.

San Francisco

San Francisco, the City by the Bay; an enticing treasure; 
relocating with family, I found it 

Appealing to all ages. 

Nesting there; moving forward in this City of unlimited 
possibilities.  It has


Fascinating cultural diversity; people and places make up 
its foundation.  You can 
 
Ride a bike, drive a car, or take public transportation; 
getting around, made simple, having everything in place.  

Appetizing, fragrant dishes; eating is never boring in this 
town. 

No sites unseen; playing tourist, losing time unredeemed, 
where

Cable Cars speed up and down; tourists hold on for dear life, 
to prevent falling out.  You find 

International visitors posing at sites, asking friendly locals to 
snap their pictures.
  
Spending time with family and friends; adding to treasured 
memories, then 

Coming back home to resume my life; treasures are stored
in their special place.
 
Once in a while, I take them out; wondering, to what degree 
this beautiful City has enriched my life.

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