We envy all those winging birds
that sing sublimely without words.
Above the vulgar and ill-bred
they soar and swoop, while we instead
are forced to nest beside this pleb,
like flies tied up in spider's web,
beset by noxious neighbour’s noise;
discord and din; yes, he enjoys!
The Bedlam of his baying hound
he savours as the sweetest sound
that ever graced this street of dreams.
Perhaps it’s just to us it seems
we’re at the gruesome gates of hell,
both damned, beside brute beast to dwell.
That's why we envy birds that fly
across the silent, sacred sky.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2021 09:35
- Comment from author about the poem: for my annoying neighbour
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Do shut up, neighbour! lol.
lol. He's probably penning one about me right now!!
The problems of urban living exemplified, Kevin - haven't
we all got one (or if we drew the short straw, two!)
In my case it's down stairs; apartment living is a whole added dimension which I might explore here one day...
Your neat write has the subject covered...for now...
Thanks DD. Yeah, my neighbours, at least, are nor nasty. They just don't seem to be aware they we live beside them. Like a lot of people today, they have no consideration for others. Sad really.
Some neighbour can be right plebs who do not care for others, fortunately I have good neighbours but one lot is about to move and another set will be moving in, I hope they are good as well.
Andy
Thanks Andy. Yeah, I hope your new neighbours are nice. I suppose we could do worse. My neighbours, at least, are not nasty. They just have no consideration for other people. I think a lot of people are becoming like this. Sad really.
oh I'm not so sure, dear poet
at times
in the hue of sunset
and rage of dawn
I sometimes, stumble
upon peak's of life, that resemble
heaven's picturesque gates: as well
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