Short Neighborhoods Poems
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I don't go in poor neighborhoods
They have a poor education
The crime rate is high
And they steal
Where did Jesus live?
Segregated schools
Segregated hospitals
Segregated neighborhoods
Segregated employment
Segregated politics
Segregated life
Segregated churches
Ignored neighborhoods
Ignored schools
Ignored parks
Ignored streets
Ignored Housing
Ignored businesses
Ignored development
Ignored ignored
Geographical Racism
An atheistic 'Chief Chaplain' at Harvard
The university's raison d'etre bartered
A divinity school, founded to spread God's word
The goal now, 'equitable neighborhoods'
Lord, Why does Satan determine
Who is admitted to this country
Who live in different neighborhoods
Who goes to college
Who is rich or poor
Who our leaders will be
Who will live or die
Why
I am the One who determines
Of my lifetime home, Los Angeles,
I now reminisce,
and think how you, devil breeze,
caused a thing like this.
All the neighborhoods I've lived,
their plight is now dire.
I don't think I can forgive
you for all these fires.
the intelligentsia stood by helplessly
as Neanderthals with guns mowed people down
bullets are flying in all of the neighborhoods now
Yes, this includes the suburbs
Might makes right is the new mantra
Felons are at the helm
America at her worst
Abortion on demand and euthanasia
Life as sacred -- out the window
Police-free neighborhoods of guns and gangs
Innocents shot dead, no remorse, no pangs
Such desecration of Life is highly regressive
Why, O why, is it deemed 'progressive'
He Rides
When he gets lonely he rides,
all through town,
up and down
the small town streets and neighborhoods.
He lives alone,
his wife is gone,
the days are long,
so he rides.
He returns home to rest a while.
The walls start closing in,
he knows nothing else to do,
so he rides again
Imagine 1800 pound Clydesdale horses . . .
in the downtown and neighborhoods . . . a vision come true
from farmers fields and barns to city streets
chosen for strength, intelligence and calmness
approachable, highly trained
four legs and a saddle . . . beautiful
A Halloween full moon
occurs every nineteen years
During the fullness of the moon
on Halloween night
You'll be able to see
In its brightness all
It's scary characters
Witches, ghost and bats flying around
Even the goblins, ghouls
and zombies walk
through neighborhoods
Giving everyone a fright
Start the good
Start the great
Quit the hurt and quit the hate
Show some love
From above
Stop the crime
Keep everything safe all
Time
Try to be sweet
Keep everything nice and neat
Quit the killing
start the willing
The willing to get up and help
Keep the love kept
Start the good
In all neighborhoods
someone some where somehow connected
Leaving me in a shudder state of panic
Hell I'd been mind wanderin' all my life
Never met anyone before. Oh sure I'd watched
Dreamt up situations neighborhoods I'd known
But eye contact? and you were so matter of fact
Will I be back? I'll really have to think about that.
Thrice about the cauldron go
and answer me, if it be known.
Untie the words and give them form,
dissect the ingredients of murder’s charm.
A new tradition has traction gained,
a tradition of alienated masculine pain.
Where insults demand their due in blood
in schools, in stores, and quiet neighborhoods.
Detectives solving crimes
Flashing their badges
Canvassing neighborhoods
Questioning potential witnesses
Explaining the forensics
Showing us how to taint a crime scene
Explaining blood spatter patterns
I sit in my chair trying to outguess them
Feeling smug, proud of myself,
Professional Lazy-boy detective.
Bussing immigrants to high-end neighborhoods makes immigration status worse. After an Ecuadorian women gave Heimlich to a man choking on a Scampi, she was once again bussed elsewhere without a single thank you. People in these areas reported people being saved by these immigrants. FYI: everyone in America are immigrants
Season of butterfly's and spring showers
Pretty clear skies and planting flowers
Rainbows, ladybugs, and roses
Insects, lightening bugs, and sweet smells for cute noses.
Neighborhoods in full swing with outdoor fun.
Gardens emerge with spring nourished by the rays of the sun.
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Colorful letters that forms the word
That makes this heart of mine turns Gold
It jumps, it dances waking its neighborhoods
A midnight call! You should! You should!
Bottomless pit of longing begins
As endless imagination jumped in
Sleepless night, just watch the starts tonight
The moon is teasing me as it shines bright
Medicant!
Smooth velvet drapes
on a silken skin
Soothing evening operas;
tonic to thirsty tongues.
Tranquil!
Calm as sea breeze
Soporific lullaby sung
from the
lips of unseen spirits
Drapes of solitude
Cooing
Whispers of words.
Surreal!
Enternity-still nights in
silent neighborhoods
Coy coiling coils
Seeping stillness
Silence!
The splendor of his mad mischief
fell asunder in Minab,
tarnishing his campaign beyond repair.
All malice is unleashed with a touch of morbidity.
His bombing campaign is sudden, fierce, swallows whole neighborhoods in seconds,
yet far below a just war, and a travesty of truth.
Nothing but unjust war reeking through the emperor's clothes.
Solution is just peace.
A howling yeti
In Cincinnati!
Does Cincinnati
Even have a yeti?
It wouldn’t surprise me,
Yeti’s a hobo, you see.
Headline News:
12/23/2025
Mysterious noise echoes across Cincinnati neighborhoods for weeks
12/25/2025
From yetis to railyards: Possible lead emerges for strange noise in Cincinnati
a Crime is but a vengeful word that splits us open like a cadaver impairing our
'''Normal routine with vengeance greed impure thoughts that leave our
neighborhoods in fear the rage that is felt only suppressed to us with pain
not able to express
not able to relive
not able to control
the unjust use
of armories
the use of a
G......U......N
mountains bob like corks
adrift on liquid magma -
pond scum shelters life
Earth’s magnetic shield -
magma’s gift of moving charge
thwarts sun’s deadly winds
continental drift -
neighborhoods fenced by oceans
breed diversity
random mutations
offer death or advantage -
unearned consequence
life’s adaptation
to universe in motion -
the true face of God
Brian Johnston
January 12, 2016
Marvelous scenes outside my window:
How nature manifests itself
right up through the middle of a
crack in the pavement.
Tulip,
Hyacinth,
Daffodil
in groups scattered everywhere:
a garden party.
Tumultuous multitudes of
sensuous people out walking and tossing
their hair through neighborhoods.
The still lingering sun
is just enough to raise my hope
and I smile at the wonderful
parade outside my window.
Form:
Halloween Is Upon Us
As the earth reaps the harvest
Of trees shedding their colors bold
Pumpkins wear smiles carved
And the air shares a bit of the cold
Adorned scarecrows gaily dressed
Displayed about the neighborhoods
Dangling ghosts and bats dance
As the wind blows through the woods
As the twilight hour approaches
To trick or treat becomes the ruse
Bags in hand from door to door
Children dressed in costumed muse