Short Occupants Poems

Hell is not
One Color
Or
One Language...

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IT'S A PERFECT WORLD FULL OF IMPERFECT OCCUPANTS!...

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''The garden of Nature opens. Its occupants --plants, trees and creatures. Sky full of offertory --reflected in clouds.''...

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ARTEFACTS   



A working clock makes a house look lived-in, occupancy-wise;
A lit bulb makes occupants look unwilling to compromise....

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Where's My Mask Now

aromas waltzing
tainting enclosed containers
occupants recoil

1/12/2021

Senryu Contest
Sponsored By 
Tania Kitchin...

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In the dark corner
Of this old dimly lit house
Are two used broomsticks
Their occupants are witches
This is their transportation

Russell Sivey...

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We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed, 
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, full exposed 
when daylight turns to dusk; but there's a faint 
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested 
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may 
have second thoughts, their courage tested; 
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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Much ado about nothing, I say, 
Such nonsense made of Major’s poop 
Touch not the precious White House furniture, or, 
Lunch on leg of Secret Service nincompoop. 

Sad, for four long years, no White House pets 
Bad reviews for majestic canine occupants 
Add swipes at new First Lady’s Spanish 
Glad POTUS does not yet need sycophants....

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats


We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats


We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats


We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats
 
 
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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Two beach chairs sit side by side, one beneath
a red umbrella.  They face a sea
that curves along the shore out to
where a lone white sail now drifts
. . . where blue of sea meets sky
and land’s vanished, like
the occupants 
of those two
wooden 
chairs.

Written by Andrea Dietrich for
For the Poetic Art Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S....

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Residence
 
...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats
 
 
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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As the ends circle around to justify the means;
Individuality soon becomes the victim of inevitability.
And where justice often lies within the realms of affordability;
The balance of punishment is often counter measured by net worth.
And as the fences of containment slowly; closes the gap on diversity;
“We the people;” may soon find ourselves;
The occupants of a newly found and kept habitat...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats





We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,

and lend an air of mystery to paint 

and plaster peeling, thus exposed

when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint

uneasiness as new ones gather, pested

to hear our ghostly whisperings and may

have second thoughts, their courage tested;

were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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See the house
In the country
Among the silent hills
And flower fields
Where green grass waves
Under blue sky
Long abandoned

Or is it

Take a closer look
And see

The new occupants
A fox slips out the back door
See her den in the kitchen
A field mouse now calls
The bedroom home
Bats sleep in the attic
An assortment of insects
Await those who seek

Though abandoned
And forgotten by man
This house is now cherished
By the wild...

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A microscopic arachnid
tinier than a poppy seed
spins diminutive filaments
barely visible to the eye;
a spiral silk lacework deathtrap
for infinitesimal prey
strung high between white cornered walls
in a microcosmical world.
Is its existence more trifling
than mine that occupies more space?
Perhaps not, in the scheme of things:
my universe among the stars
is imperceptibly smaller
than this occupants’ in my room....

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What is this that makes me blossom with bliss                                 
making every part of my body freeze
and the whole world and its occupants seize
when i glance at him i wish
that i was the only one  he feels
but am wrong,oh!how i realy wish i was his!

I see him everyday,in my heart i pray
that one very day,he will have something to say,
that will make me stay ,
and hear me say,"i have waited for this day"
oh!how i wish i was his!...

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The unpainted house with a tin roof
Which leaked when it rained_well it poured
It's known tin is tin and not rustproof
But the rain on the roof played chords
Those musical chords that were adored

Rain Lulling to sleep the occupants
Until morning when aromas floated 
From the warm kitchen where parents
With warm biscuits butter coated
At this old home place love noted

Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest: Home Sweet Home
Written: January 29, 2015...

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Through the Venetian's I spy the world
The well dressed lady on the way to work
An accountant or banker I guess
The man in the green parka and jeans
I reckon he's a barber or painter of sorts
A car goes past with dubious occupants
They're here to case out the houses no doubt
Burglars or robbers or just wrong doers
The world is there to be judged by me
Decisions made with no substance to back
Imagination in overdrive
It's great thinking like this
Prejudice is fun...

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Some windows let their occupants
See mountains or the sea
Or trees or yards with jungle gyms
But that’s not true for me.

I look outside and peer across
At buildings which provide
Innumerable apartments
With their windows multiplied.

But many people gazing out,
No matter what their view,
See snowflakes swirling in the air,
As snowflakes often do.

United by the weather
While we focus on the snow,
Nature sees us all as equals
As the flakes drift down below....

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Listen to poem:

Consideration asks a price
a quota given to admit
those desiring passage to
the lettered realms confirming self

these domains are only blessed
by occupants residing there
it’s no wonder that obstacles
are erected as consequence

identity is denied
as a measure that complies
with the checklist written by
experts docked with battle scars

instead dire standards are applied
disregarding pretentious folks
deemed so by their eager wills
to exist outside of ills....

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Stranded, half awake 
on the exhausted ends 
of an evening, the minds
graveyard keeper sometimes 
lets occupants loose.
You can feel their cold feet
walk the corridors 
inside your head, 
picking over a secret
or a hidden fear, lifting
the scab of a hurt.

It becomes a familiar haunting,
in time a few become friends.
They know their way
and make themselves at home
before tiptoeing back 
to their place of sleep.
It takes a lifetime to give
each headstone a name....

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A man in an HOV lane
Was driving in desert terrain.
A trooper passed by
And he asked the man why
When the HOV sign was so plain.

For restrictions require that two
Must be in the car subject to view
But the driver just said
Of his passenger, dead,
“I assumed that he counted. Who knew?”

See, the man drove an occupied hearse
Yet the rules, listing chapter and verse,
Don’t say occupants must
Not have bitten the dust,
Though a corpse at the wheel would be worse!

written 7/3/19...

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