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These Are Our Neighbors
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Knockingdownwhatcanbefoundtogetnothin gdone.
Takingoutofcontextwithawishfailurecomes!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithm orelies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindis guise.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithmorel ies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindisguis e.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't You Have Something Else To Do?
Okay.
I'll pretend I am curious.
Why are you peering over your fence,
With binoculars?
It is obvious what you are doing.
And those neighbors have moved.
'You don't know everything.
I happen to be observing,
The activities of rare squirrels.
Grey in color and munching on pine nuts.
And...
I am not looking at 'that' house at all.
Okay?
Nosey.'
I see.
And...
Would they happen to be sitting,
Eating dinner...
In the living room of our other neighbors,
Living across the street...
Who invited their friends over?
Because those 'rare' squirrels,
Should be eating their nuts in the trees.
Shouldn't they?
'They just ran behind that house.
Don't you have something else to do?
Besides spy on me.
Ssssshhh.
Someone's getting a divorce.'
Oh?
Since you're into reading lips.
What else are those 'squirrels' discussing?
'You need to learn how to mind your own business.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grant Us Peace, Father of Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael
Grant us peace,
that we may not oppress our neighbors
Grant us justice,
that we may not enslave our neighbors
Grant us sanity,
that we may not torture our neighbors
Grant us mercy,
that we may not murder our neighbors
Grant us conscience
that we may not expel our neighbors
Grant us love,
that we may hunger for truth
Grant us discernment
that we may know what is ours, and what is not
Grant us decency
that we may return what we stole
Grant us courage
that we may admit what we’ve done
Give us strength to atone.
Ask only
that we end our silence.
Misery
Misery
I know you got troubles but you dont have to spread it about
Misery
You moan and you groan but all of that I can live without
Well
Until you stop worrying about yourself
Youll never get anywhere with me
Ill still be hanging in there but youre still a misery
Until you learn to laugh youll never come to any parties at my house
My house
And if you go on like this the only house youll ever visit is the nut house
Nut house
Youre such a misery, why dont you learn to laugh
Look in the mirror and
Dont take yourself so seriously
Well
Dollar bills could fall from the sky
But still you wouldnt be satisfied
But Im not going to let you depress me
Until you learn to laugh youll never come to any parties at my house
My house
And if you go on like this the only house youll ever visit is the nut house
Nut house
Youre such a misery, why dont you learn to laugh
Look in the mirror and
Dont take yourself so seriously
Ah ah ah ah
Misery
Youre only happy when youre feeling totally down
Misery
I only ever see you when your chins hanging on the ground
Well
Until you learn to laugh at yourself
Youll never get anywhere with me
Im down but Im still happy but
Youre such a misery, well
Youre such a misery, well
Youre such a misery
song performed by by Kinks
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The neighbors could be as mad as they want, but I'm not running a business at the house. It's just a location. It will never get me out of here, because I don't have offices set up at my house, and that's what the township thinks.
quote by Bam Margera
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If you burn your neighbors house down, it doesn't make your house look any better.
Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is the same reason
Why she sings, why she sings out loud at night
When all the neighbors need the peace and quiet
Why she keeps nagging me why she keeps going to
Church everyday why she keeps some dogs in the house
Why she keeps her garden why she keeps an updated menu
Why she sleeps late and wakes up early why she keeps away
From nosy neighbors now why she buys so many shoes
Why she keeps on buying more bags why she scolds the maids
Why she keeps all the things to herself why she experiences
Nightmares why she escapes to the malls and shops all day
Why she keeps asking me what time is it now?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Better learn by your neighbors skaith nor by your own.
I learn
I learn when I teach others
I learn when I listen
I learn when I read
I learn from children
I learn from animals
I learn from nature
I learn how to breathe
I learn how to live
I learn how to love
I learn how to be a human being
I'm always learning ...
poem by Viorel Vintila
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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,
and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.
When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton
while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.
poem by Billy Collins
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Ask about your neighbors, and then buy the house.
There's been a death in the opposite house
There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbors rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;
Somebody flings a mattress out,--
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that,--
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;
And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign,--
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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We should learn to live and love our neighbors as ourselves for the sake of peace and progress.
quote by David McCallum
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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They Will Be Isolated
Let it be known.
I declare everyone ignoring my wishes,
To be immediately isolated.
With not another cent coming from me.
Make sure that is understood.
'Okay daddy.
You want me to tell mommy that now?
Or after I help here unpack the groceries? '
Just inform her and your betraying brother,
I will stick to my position.
If they want to be stubborn about this...
Just ensure them of my declaration,
Of having them isolated.
'Okay daddy...
But,
Are you sure?
Really really sure you don't want me,
To sneak you out tonight's supper?
We're having steak, broccoli with sweet potatoes.
And mommy is going to bake an apple pie.
Plus...
The neighbors are invited over.'
Make my demands understood.
IF my wishes are not met...
They, including the neighbors, will be isolated.
And funding for all programs will be immediately cut.
'Daddy...
But,
You are the one inside the dog house.'
Are you or are you not,
Going to deliver poste haste...
My demands?
And...this happens to be,
The guest house.
'Oh. Oh...okay.
I will.
But I've raised my fee to twenty bucks.'
Here.
Take this paper bag.
And don't let anyone see you,
Bringing to me that dinner.
If they wish to play hardball with me...
So be it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasila
Of your life for his life,
Of your life for her life,
Of your life for my life,
Of my life for your life,
But this place is used for a latrine;
So come up with a different plan on this issue.
You are in the House of Baal and,
I am in the House of Yahweh;
You are in the House of Beth-El and,
I am still in the House of Yahweh;
So come up with a different plan on this issue.
Wasila, are you of the same mind with me?
Then try to be yourself at all times to learn from others;
Because, Yahweh has shorten the borders of Israyl.
Such is life and we have to learn always,
Such is the muse and we have to keep on moving;
For the tides of life do change at all times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beat your drum inside the house to spare the neighbors.
The Houses
1898 -- A Song of the Dominions
'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.
For my house and thy house no help shall we find
Save thy house and my house -- kin cleaving to kind;
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon.
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.
'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
Since my house to thy house no greater can send
Than thy house to my house -- friend comforting friend;
And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
Than my house to thy house -- King counselling King.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Poetics 9...
beyond this house
where we live
more or less
ten meters away
lies my neighbor's house
painted white
with a blue roof
and magenta windows
some walls are made
of glass
honesty there is peace
among us
who are still on unspeakable
terms
on good fences
higher than ever
we have become
perfect neighbors
there is independence
when fire breaks
we are ready with our own
pails already
filled with stinking water
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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