Best Neighborhood Poems

I know we love to read of beautiful things 
Hear early morning serenades the song bird sings

See buds blooming into roses perfumed
Within majestic sunset's horizons become consumed

There's another place I lived in for a little while
A neighborhood where somethings didn't make me smile

A child banging...

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“HELLO, MR. PRESIDENT!”

We had all been issued small American flags on sticks.
Jack was on probation, as was I, but we were, reluctantly by Mrs. Mengin, finally
Let into the mix.

“Now    boys and girls    when the big black car with American...

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The crazy neighbor down the street from me,  
always had her multi colored polka dotted curtains open for all to see.  
Music is playing very loud,  
there was a wonderful beat to that crazy sound.  
This neighborhood is going to the...

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The many positives of Covid 
Well for me there have been plenty
I live alone inside my home
The year is 2020
Just a soupcon of neighbours 
in the past I have known
And if perchance 
one day we meet 
we smile 
as we greet with
a welcome salutation
Though...

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NEIGHBORHOOD

It’s much about neighborhood
The kiss?
The hug?
Your household    morning and night?
Yes!
Of course!
But!
Don’t build fences – the closeout sort
Don’t roof-out the sky
There is other life under the heavens    and beyond
There are neighborhood children yearning to be touched
    ...

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Cicada shells that sticky hands attach

to dirtied shirts

 

Humid evenings echo with jovial screams

and patient parents calling curfew

 

Morning dew and the crinkling of autumn

leaves on foot to school

 

Soon, blizzards bring free days for slippery sleigh rides

and endless sweet cocoa

 

The melting icicles mean...

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There was a day
 Long ago
Then we knew
 Who our neighbor was
They were friends
 And we were close
And we would
 Help our neighbor out
They were there
 In our need
You could always
 Count on them
Those days are gone
 Now we don’t
Ever know their name
 And never...

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EMMA SUE’S BIRTHDAY PARTY

She’s looking happy    for a change
“Emma Sue’s a ‘Four-Eyes”
We call her that    and other names

First a threat    the stick!
But then her Mother appears with some paper bags
Bulging within    thick

Miss Mengin’s...

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white faced mimes protest...
falling leaves noise pollution
fierce finger pointing

Brian Johnston
November 17, 2015...

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Sister Josephine, our neighborhood nun.

No longer fit for ministry; 
although she’s quit the nunnery,
she sits at our day camp nursery.
Go Jo uses every amp of energy
so as to champion or otherwise dampen
the spirit of grit in our scamps.

Sister Josephine, power shavers couldn’t stun.

Noise is born...

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I knew a killer,
He went by the name
of not guilty.
He was supposed 
to be a neighbor in the hood who watched,
But instead got caught up like an alcoholic
salivating over a bottle of scotch.
When he saw a black teen
he dismissed his orders
and hopped,
Onto the bandwagon to...

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TAKING CARE OF THE
NEIGHBORHOOD
      Journal VII

“Citizen know thy
neighbor”
Yes, maybe in the
days before radio,
television,
       and the
internet      but
In today’s warped
use of indoor
activity, few,
      saving those
devoted soul-saving
souls,...

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Unimaginable design begins, in such a quiet fashion.
Just a hint appears, shaded, quivering upon limbs.
Which spread quickly, Mother Nature’s chilling whims.
Delightful colors explode, over hillsides, with passion.
Delivering sweet, falling spectacles, spreading compassion,
Blanketing countryside with color before each one dims.
Spreading stories, beautifully creating, countryside hymns,
They fade,...

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INNER CITY – old neighborhood today

Not at all what it was
Not yet what it must become
Voices once so dear    drowned out
      by decadent color
Noise so disgustingly near
Sit and think longingly on old neighborhood
Shrug
Shed a tear...

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For days cold wind has blown from the channel
but it has calmed to milder breeze today.
I feel a soft spring breath upon my cheek
and hope the gentleness is here to stay.

The strong gale stripped the apple tree of blossoms.
She's now content to show her advanced...

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