#housing - Hello Poetry

#housing

Please fight through my wall I promise I won't listen in I'm just glad you're there at all Please scream until it echos Let me feel the vibration of someone else Breaking through the glass between each other Please throw things and stomp I know were not alone But sometimes knowing isnt always enough Please know I only ever root for you Find your ways to be heard Fight for your chance to make it work

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Apr 27

Apr 27, 2026 at 11:18 PM UTC

learningfromlosing

Shared Apartment Complexes

Please fight through my wall I promise I won't listen in I'm just glad you're there at all Please scream until it echos Let me feel the vibration of someone else Breaking through the glass between each other Please throw things and stomp I know were not alone But sometimes knowing isnt always enough Please know I only ever root for you Find your ways to be heard Fight for your chance to make it work

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A man living in community housing Bought no groceries, he went out carousing He didn't buy food He saw girls dance in the **** To him, this was much more arousing He was told that he must change his spending Or his tenancy soon would be ending This made him annoyed But. Now he's employed At the strip joint each night... he's bartending

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Mar 10

Mar 10, 2026 at 6:35 PM UTC

The big spender

A man living in community housing Bought no groceries, he went out carousing He didn't buy food He saw girls dance in the **** To him, this was much more arousing He was told that he must change his spending Or his tenancy soon would be ending This made him annoyed But. Now he's employed At the strip joint each night... he's bartending

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In some forgotten quadrant of the wood, The Monarch Oak holds solitary throne. A green colossus over splintered kin, A lush green tower amongst a barren cemetery. He claims the bedrock's yield, the deep decree: "This bounty is the tribute owed to Me." He draws the final drop, the closing sun, The very richness that his growth has outrun. It was not always so— Before his many rings, Before his bark became cavernous. He was a promise in a simple shell, The acorn cradled where the good things dwell. A sapling nursed by shared and easy light, An unassuming heir to forest heights. The sprout ascended to that vibrant hum; The loam was deep, the canopy was wide— A balanced contract where all things abide. The birds sang loud, the ants kept busy trails, And life drank deep from open, generous wells. But the contract frayed beneath his stretch of years; The quiet giving turned to grasping fears. His tender branches scaled to claim the height, He drank the luxury, he stole the light. His skin grew hard, a fortress soon defined, And in that strength, he left the world behind. Then came the rings that marked a different age, When other sprouts began to turn a page. The budlings rose, ambitious, small, and new, But found the promised bounty, untrue. They felt the drought his massive shadow cast, The wealth he claimed, too powerful to last. They whispered low, a sapling chorus strained: "The shade is deep, the summer sun is drained! What keeps you grand while we can barely root?" The King Oak spread a crown of bitter fruit, And boomed his answer to the barren ground, No echo of sharing could be found: "Don't look at me Blame the invasive species." He reigns supreme, a monument of greed, A lonely giant planted from a single seed. He will not thin his shadow, bend his reach; His conquest is the only law they teach. The younger trees, too starved to rise or fight, Are shadows clinging to the edge of light.

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Dec 25, 2025

Dec 25, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC

In some forgotten quadrant of the wood, The Monarch Oak holds solitary throne. A green colossus over splintered kin, A lush green tower amongst a barren cemetery. He claims the bedrock's yield, the deep decree: "This bounty is the tribute owed to Me." He draws the final drop, the closing sun, The very richness that his growth has outrun. It was not always so— Before his many rings, Before his bark became cavernous. He was a promise in a simple shell, The acorn cradled where the good things dwell. A sapling nursed by shared and easy light, An unassuming heir to forest heights. The sprout ascended to that vibrant hum; The loam was deep, the canopy was wide— A balanced contract where all things abide. The birds sang loud, the ants kept busy trails, And life drank deep from open, generous wells. But the contract frayed beneath his stretch of years; The quiet giving turned to grasping fears. His tender branches scaled to claim the height, He drank the luxury, he stole the light. His skin grew hard, a fortress soon defined, And in that strength, he left the world behind. Then came the rings that marked a different age, When other sprouts began to turn a page. The budlings rose, ambitious, small, and new, But found the promised bounty, untrue. They felt the drought his massive shadow cast, The wealth he claimed, too powerful to last. They whispered low, a sapling chorus strained: "The shade is deep, the summer sun is drained! What keeps you grand while we can barely root?" The King Oak spread a crown of bitter fruit, And boomed his answer to the barren ground, No echo of sharing could be found: "Don't look at me Blame the invasive species." He reigns supreme, a monument of greed, A lonely giant planted from a single seed. He will not thin his shadow, bend his reach; His conquest is the only law they teach. The younger trees, too starved to rise or fight, Are shadows clinging to the edge of light.

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sorry, no pets no pets allowed constantly, no matter how much higher we go above asking price. they tell us, tenants have rights, to formally beg to keep a pet, and landlords must consider each request. bite me. because ares is apparently dirtier than a child, crayon on the walls, smearing god knows what on tile, sticking stuff up nose and ears, to guarantee a hospital stay overnight. please. he drinks from human glass. sleeps like a king. catches butterflies and runs at the sound of a door opening. he’s neater than i am. neater than you. what’s your excuse for the issues reported, but never followed through?

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Aug 16, 2025

Aug 16, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC

kortuvalentinepoetry

fresh coat of nothing.

sorry, no pets no pets allowed constantly, no matter how much higher we go above asking price. they tell us, tenants have rights, to formally beg to keep a pet, and landlords must consider each request. bite me. because ares is apparently dirtier than a child, crayon on the walls, smearing god knows what on tile, sticking stuff up nose and ears, to guarantee a hospital stay overnight. please. he drinks from human glass. sleeps like a king. catches butterflies and runs at the sound of a door opening. he’s neater than i am. neater than you. what’s your excuse for the issues reported, but never followed through?

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I’m just saying Madder than a hornets fit to be tired It’s gonna be a bumpy ride I’m continuous today I’m speaking my mind in every way My guff is full I have much to convey. Who are they? Where is congressional oversight? “They “ won’t leave without a fight Who are behind the elusive “they” that hide a bill in the darkest night people are told to vote on it ,without Sight You can read the bill after you voted it into law Is that how all the flamboyant money disappears? That would justify our suspicions our fears “They say trust me , Predator or prey who are they? This has been going on for decades That is the excuse of their charades Filibustering a bill that will help Americans For the sake of their constituents I wonder are they on drugs ******* barbiturate who are “they “ beholden to “They” got him into Office what were they buying? “They” made a deal with the devil constant lying Naïve, do gooders The government not on the level Isn’t the whole principal flawed? Predator or prey Who are they? no more hiding “They” Seek reek havoc in plain sight Mostly peaceful protest fire bright Burning Tesla in broad daylight Congressional representatives bullhorn in hand Calling the people To rise up to take a stand How did they get into government With their agenda on race Hate What about the oath “they” swore American’s should be saying No More Who are “they” that infiltrate our interior? Insisting race, creed color, superior Why do They find America inferior? So much they want to tear it down. Threatening the United States like a clown Why Would they double down Unable to profit from the lush trust funds they built LLC’s exposed follow the money trail tilt Who are they? How far how deep does this run? Government officials go into politics to become rich Off of the backs of the middle class and poor without a stitch people don’t matter Americans are waking up now know the score To the obscene schemes Money laundering Too fantastical to be true if we really knew It doesn’t matter what letter is behind “their”names both sides are lining their pockets, Like Davy Crockett feathering their cap for decades hidden millions billions trillions hide it locket it How deep does it go? We may never know. Who are “They” who reap what they sew Elon admits a target on his back he might be killed The obscene amount of money power “they” yield Scratch the surface, don’t go too deep They’ll dig his grave, keep exposing, don’t sleep Too far down the rabbit hole to stop now Corruption in every agency people ask How? Hear the accusations, give the benefit of the doubt Ask motivation “They” who the loudest shout What do “they”not want us to know see Why do “they” put a false pretest leave it be What do they stand to lose? Follow the money innocent or guilty choose I’m Not on either side.American citizens want to know where our money was spent It’s so incredible. It’s hard to believe it’s true. Congressional hearings bring the receipts Follow the money from beginning to end Regardless, who and ware banking sends America has the right to know what laws are being broke middle class and poor pocketbook spoke When a person in power comes up for reelection Their report card should be under inspection Every bill “ they”voted on or said NO to should be their report card for the people to see. No more behind closed doors. Americans are the bosses to see their test scores. I’m on the side of Justice for the United States of America I’m on the sides of less government more freedom for the people. I don’t want to hear rhetoric double talk or hyperbole show me the proof no more stonewalling no more double talk lying and bamboozling no more stratagem American people ask, how do you know when a government officials is lying? punchline their lips are moving People vote people are choosing informed facts no more boozing snoozing hush Mooney under the table no more special interest payments Once you good name is lost. It’s lost forever. They need to prove to the American people What we bought and paid for Protect those who are exposing the bad Protect the whistleblower enough they’ve had Bring it all to light and let’s clean up the mess Lowering the budget is anybody’s guess American towns are burning. What are we learning? They don’t want the truth to come out. They want the **** killer murderers to stay in our country why? Who are “They” Inspired song What’s going on? 1971 By Marvin Gaye Money By Pink Floyd Street fighting man By The Rolling Stones 1968 Footnote I started this poem when Biden was in office and it sat in my draft for a couple of years so this blast the past both administrations, both presidents just goes to show. History has a way of repeating each other and not in a good way. I’m not on either side. I’m on the side for the people. However, my Verison may be different, but I’d like to see America great again. Governor Newsom is putting out all these TV ads saying it’s about corporate greed two oil companies are shutting down if they are so greedy in getting so rich why are they leaving because they’re getting slammed with the cost and they can’t afford it. When the banks were falling down May, the government stepped in, but when they’re gonna be charging $10 a gallon for gas, nobody says a dang thing. Three phases of building low income housing for immigrants. Yet Americans have been waiting for years. The newhousing for immigrants Will be complete in November.. Siri is not ready. We are small rural and we have three sheriffs. That’s it. There’s a small supermarket that was meant for their fishing boating people going up to the lake. This market is directly across the street from the New housing. The park right next-door is a favorite for drug addicts The city’s way to potential problems is to put in bright lighting. It was shining all the apartments that they just made it makes no sense. Immigrants will get free busing from one part to the other. Without a car this is not the place for anyone restarted a neighborhood patrol. I don’t know how effective that will be..

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Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC

Who are “They”

I’m just saying Madder than a hornets fit to be tired It’s gonna be a bumpy ride I’m continuous today I’m speaking my mind in every way My guff is full I have much to convey. Who are they? Where is congressional oversight? “They “ won’t leave without a fight Who are behind the elusive “they” that hide a bill in the darkest night people are told to vote on it ,without Sight You can read the bill after you voted it into law Is that how all the flamboyant money disappears? That would justify our suspicions our fears “They say trust me , Predator or prey who are they? This has been going on for decades That is the excuse of their charades Filibustering a bill that will help Americans For the sake of their constituents I wonder are they on drugs ******* barbiturate who are “they “ beholden to “They” got him into Office what were they buying? “They” made a deal with the devil constant lying Naïve, do gooders The government not on the level Isn’t the whole principal flawed? Predator or prey Who are they? no more hiding “They” Seek reek havoc in plain sight Mostly peaceful protest fire bright Burning Tesla in broad daylight Congressional representatives bullhorn in hand Calling the people To rise up to take a stand How did they get into government With their agenda on race Hate What about the oath “they” swore American’s should be saying No More Who are “they” that infiltrate our interior? Insisting race, creed color, superior Why do They find America inferior? So much they want to tear it down. Threatening the United States like a clown Why Would they double down Unable to profit from the lush trust funds they built LLC’s exposed follow the money trail tilt Who are they? How far how deep does this run? Government officials go into politics to become rich Off of the backs of the middle class and poor without a stitch people don’t matter Americans are waking up now know the score To the obscene schemes Money laundering Too fantastical to be true if we really knew It doesn’t matter what letter is behind “their”names both sides are lining their pockets, Like Davy Crockett feathering their cap for decades hidden millions billions trillions hide it locket it How deep does it go? We may never know. Who are “They” who reap what they sew Elon admits a target on his back he might be killed The obscene amount of money power “they” yield Scratch the surface, don’t go too deep They’ll dig his grave, keep exposing, don’t sleep Too far down the rabbit hole to stop now Corruption in every agency people ask How? Hear the accusations, give the benefit of the doubt Ask motivation “They” who the loudest shout What do “they”not want us to know see Why do “they” put a false pretest leave it be What do they stand to lose? Follow the money innocent or guilty choose I’m Not on either side.American citizens want to know where our money was spent It’s so incredible. It’s hard to believe it’s true. Congressional hearings bring the receipts Follow the money from beginning to end Regardless, who and ware banking sends America has the right to know what laws are being broke middle class and poor pocketbook spoke When a person in power comes up for reelection Their report card should be under inspection Every bill “ they”voted on or said NO to should be their report card for the people to see. No more behind closed doors. Americans are the bosses to see their test scores. I’m on the side of Justice for the United States of America I’m on the sides of less government more freedom for the people. I don’t want to hear rhetoric double talk or hyperbole show me the proof no more stonewalling no more double talk lying and bamboozling no more stratagem American people ask, how do you know when a government officials is lying? punchline their lips are moving People vote people are choosing informed facts no more boozing snoozing hush Mooney under the table no more special interest payments Once you good name is lost. It’s lost forever. They need to prove to the American people What we bought and paid for Protect those who are exposing the bad Protect the whistleblower enough they’ve had Bring it all to light and let’s clean up the mess Lowering the budget is anybody’s guess American towns are burning. What are we learning? They don’t want the truth to come out. They want the **** killer murderers to stay in our country why? Who are “They” Inspired song What’s going on? 1971 By Marvin Gaye Money By Pink Floyd Street fighting man By The Rolling Stones 1968 Footnote I started this poem when Biden was in office and it sat in my draft for a couple of years so this blast the past both administrations, both presidents just goes to show. History has a way of repeating each other and not in a good way. I’m not on either side. I’m on the side for the people. However, my Verison may be different, but I’d like to see America great again. Governor Newsom is putting out all these TV ads saying it’s about corporate greed two oil companies are shutting down if they are so greedy in getting so rich why are they leaving because they’re getting slammed with the cost and they can’t afford it. When the banks were falling down May, the government stepped in, but when they’re gonna be charging $10 a gallon for gas, nobody says a dang thing. Three phases of building low income housing for immigrants. Yet Americans have been waiting for years. The newhousing for immigrants Will be complete in November.. Siri is not ready. We are small rural and we have three sheriffs. That’s it. There’s a small supermarket that was meant for their fishing boating people going up to the lake. This market is directly across the street from the New housing. The park right next-door is a favorite for drug addicts The city’s way to potential problems is to put in bright lighting. It was shining all the apartments that they just made it makes no sense. Immigrants will get free busing from one part to the other. Without a car this is not the place for anyone restarted a neighborhood patrol. I don’t know how effective that will be..

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Scarpered for the siren liquor Shame-seared claret cheeks Lost to time and regulation Found by terrified relation Taught that gravity was quicker Supine in the streets Too pie-eyed for interventions Fuddled buccaneer Too aware for rectifiers No relief with pacifiers Banished now for contraventions No more welcome here Therein lies the contradiction Tricksy elbow-bender You designed this cunning passport Teamed constabulary transport Speedy coveted eviction Purposeful offender Now we nurse the convalescent Scarring quips ignore Dodging pleading, wounding protest Culpable without an inquest Feeling without feel-depressant Pain-drink tug-of-war Where to put our damaged kindred Languishing in grief Ductile truth in glass distended Remedies are not extended Therapies are judgement-tinted Distanced from relief Imminent familiar wipeout Nowhere safe to be Don’t do as the doc suggested Cede to being bottle-bested Bottle-lock in private hideout Throw away the key

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Aug 16, 2024

Aug 16, 2024 at 12:56 AM UTC

Scarpered for the siren liquor Shame-seared claret cheeks Lost to time and regulation Found by terrified relation Taught that gravity was quicker Supine in the streets Too pie-eyed for interventions Fuddled buccaneer Too aware for rectifiers No relief with pacifiers Banished now for contraventions No more welcome here Therein lies the contradiction Tricksy elbow-bender You designed this cunning passport Teamed constabulary transport Speedy coveted eviction Purposeful offender Now we nurse the convalescent Scarring quips ignore Dodging pleading, wounding protest Culpable without an inquest Feeling without feel-depressant Pain-drink tug-of-war Where to put our damaged kindred Languishing in grief Ductile truth in glass distended Remedies are not extended Therapies are judgement-tinted Distanced from relief Imminent familiar wipeout Nowhere safe to be Don’t do as the doc suggested Cede to being bottle-bested Bottle-lock in private hideout Throw away the key

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When people can’t save value In their money system, because Of debasement of the currency, Then they learn to save in assets. Houses remain the top choice to Save and preserve monetary value Which leads to higher priced homes Therefore If we have a hard money that holds Value then people can simply save In money and home prices will drop To the normal utility value of a home This will make homes more affordable For more people across the world Bitcoin is the hard money solution

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Dec 23, 2023

Dec 23, 2023 at 12:35 PM UTC

Home Affordability (Bitcoin Poem 079 - Problems and Solutions 17)

When people can’t save value In their money system, because Of debasement of the currency, Then they learn to save in assets. Houses remain the top choice to Save and preserve monetary value Which leads to higher priced homes Therefore If we have a hard money that holds Value then people can simply save In money and home prices will drop To the normal utility value of a home This will make homes more affordable For more people across the world Bitcoin is the hard money solution

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when the monsoon came she cursed. She had been asking those folks in the co-op twiddling their thumbs and licking the edges of their rupee notes from the maintenance bills, she’d ask them to repair the terrace aching and wheezing with water from the early drizzles but the treasurer preferred a Kashmir scarf and the chairman a new scooter, secretary painted his living room and added twenty rupees for a samosa for the loyal watchman and so she slept beneath flickering lights hoping the wires didn’t blaze up, consuming her whole.

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Sep 5, 2020

Sep 5, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC

the problem with housing societies

when the monsoon came she cursed. She had been asking those folks in the co-op twiddling their thumbs and licking the edges of their rupee notes from the maintenance bills, she’d ask them to repair the terrace aching and wheezing with water from the early drizzles but the treasurer preferred a Kashmir scarf and the chairman a new scooter, secretary painted his living room and added twenty rupees for a samosa for the loyal watchman and so she slept beneath flickering lights hoping the wires didn’t blaze up, consuming her whole.

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The last cow is leaving, the herd is moving on The pastures and meadows will not remain for long. The last cow is leaving and sighs and lumbers on. The last cow is leaving where my children used to play Amongst the scents of summer on a hot sunny day. The field mice and the rabbits all will have to move away. The last cow is leaving, for man will live here soon And bricks and concrete will replace the land I gaze upon. No call of owl or crow we'll hear, there'll be a different tune. The last cow is leaving and the farmer shuts the gate The deed is done the plans been made, this place must meet its fate And as the sun is sinking I fear it's getting late.

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May 12, 2020

May 12, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC

Farewell To The Field

The last cow is leaving, the herd is moving on The pastures and meadows will not remain for long. The last cow is leaving and sighs and lumbers on. The last cow is leaving where my children used to play Amongst the scents of summer on a hot sunny day. The field mice and the rabbits all will have to move away. The last cow is leaving, for man will live here soon And bricks and concrete will replace the land I gaze upon. No call of owl or crow we'll hear, there'll be a different tune. The last cow is leaving and the farmer shuts the gate The deed is done the plans been made, this place must meet its fate And as the sun is sinking I fear it's getting late.

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In an ideal joy-and-happiness-society would high-quality housing be made available to every person affordably or even free of cost?

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 4:23 AM UTC

Affordable Housing?

In an ideal joy-and-happiness-society would high-quality housing be made available to every person affordably or even free of cost?

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All day I hear nothing From flat above; Not a footstep, Not a thud. All’s silent and then, With dread, I wonder if they’re still alive And hope that they’re not dead! And pray that’s not the reason why I never hear them move Across the floor above In thumpy-thuddy shoes. To take my mind off Thoughts of death and blood I imagine that The flat upstairs Is home To one gianormous slug. Who never makes a sound, Well, Because he has no feet And doesn’t need to go outside Go to the shops or walk down the street Because he’s filled his room with lots of houseplants So he can just stay in to eat. But safe to say I’m reassured At night when I try to sleep I hear the very lively sound of Noisy stomping feet Then sigh happily that they’re alive And smile, glad that I can still use salt. Without the fear of dissolving my landlord’s tenants And it being all my fault. Night after night I would hear heavy feet prance In the room above There was so much clomping and Loud stamping and clobbering That I’m pretty convinced They’re teaching elephants how to riverdance. Because of cause elephants cannot naturally jump So they teach them to dance in an effort to (metaphorically) Thump mother nature on the nose And say ‘look at these elephants bouncing Like pros. You’ve seen Tigger spring about Winnie the Pooh, But check out what these here elephants can do’ So that is my explanation to the noises upstairs And I understand why it’s only at night because To teach elephants in the daytime Well, that would cause a whole lot of Unnecessary affairs And a lot of fuss From the press Who would publicise the classes to the world And then elephants from everywhere Would travel in their droves With their hearts set on Being able to one day skip and hop And not have to sit down at the discos Everytime they heard music for the jive or the bop And the RSPCA would back it cause They’d say it’s only fair That elephants have the same opportunity to Learn how to jump in the air. And then there’d be a problem see because There would be no space for all the elephants To fit in a small, town house room And expect to have space to river dance; Well, what a stew! So that’s why they hold the lessons at night, In secret, with a class of perhaps two, Maybe three elephants at most. And then they’re silent in the daytime because Dancing wears you out So they sleep until the night falls And then they dance and prance about; Very, very noisily While those sleeping And those trying to sleep below Gradually doze off to the sounds of The future elephant Michael Flatley Upstairs practicing for their first dancing show. Well, that’s one explanation My alternative one is That the flat above is home To a nocturnal giant Who likes to tap dance. But that doesn’t seem quite as likely.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC

victoria-rachael-nash

The Explanation

All day I hear nothing From flat above; Not a footstep, Not a thud. All’s silent and then, With dread, I wonder if they’re still alive And hope that they’re not dead! And pray that’s not the reason why I never hear them move Across the floor above In thumpy-thuddy shoes. To take my mind off Thoughts of death and blood I imagine that The flat upstairs Is home To one gianormous slug. Who never makes a sound, Well, Because he has no feet And doesn’t need to go outside Go to the shops or walk down the street Because he’s filled his room with lots of houseplants So he can just stay in to eat. But safe to say I’m reassured At night when I try to sleep I hear the very lively sound of Noisy stomping feet Then sigh happily that they’re alive And smile, glad that I can still use salt. Without the fear of dissolving my landlord’s tenants And it being all my fault. Night after night I would hear heavy feet prance In the room above There was so much clomping and Loud stamping and clobbering That I’m pretty convinced They’re teaching elephants how to riverdance. Because of cause elephants cannot naturally jump So they teach them to dance in an effort to (metaphorically) Thump mother nature on the nose And say ‘look at these elephants bouncing Like pros. You’ve seen Tigger spring about Winnie the Pooh, But check out what these here elephants can do’ So that is my explanation to the noises upstairs And I understand why it’s only at night because To teach elephants in the daytime Well, that would cause a whole lot of Unnecessary affairs And a lot of fuss From the press Who would publicise the classes to the world And then elephants from everywhere Would travel in their droves With their hearts set on Being able to one day skip and hop And not have to sit down at the discos Everytime they heard music for the jive or the bop And the RSPCA would back it cause They’d say it’s only fair That elephants have the same opportunity to Learn how to jump in the air. And then there’d be a problem see because There would be no space for all the elephants To fit in a small, town house room And expect to have space to river dance; Well, what a stew! So that’s why they hold the lessons at night, In secret, with a class of perhaps two, Maybe three elephants at most. And then they’re silent in the daytime because Dancing wears you out So they sleep until the night falls And then they dance and prance about; Very, very noisily While those sleeping And those trying to sleep below Gradually doze off to the sounds of The future elephant Michael Flatley Upstairs practicing for their first dancing show. Well, that’s one explanation My alternative one is That the flat above is home To a nocturnal giant Who likes to tap dance. But that doesn’t seem quite as likely.

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Diving deep into pockets pulling copper, silver, gold Surviving for the promise of treasures new and old Perusing the parking lot pennies, quarters, nickels, dimes Saved for the piggy each and every time I'll build family housing places for all to live harmony and happiness all my change and money give It may take a millennia accruing small amounts Pennies from the sofa or snatched from neath the couch Assuredly in the future when my piggy bank is full Building for humanity not filled with crap, or bull

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Dec 1, 2016

Dec 1, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC

Diving deep into pockets pulling copper, silver, gold Surviving for the promise of treasures new and old Perusing the parking lot pennies, quarters, nickels, dimes Saved for the piggy each and every time I'll build family housing places for all to live harmony and happiness all my change and money give It may take a millennia accruing small amounts Pennies from the sofa or snatched from neath the couch Assuredly in the future when my piggy bank is full Building for humanity not filled with crap, or bull

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I don't understand Thanksgiving I don't understand it at all Instead of giving thanks for things We sit and watch football Americans give thanks each year For the bounties in their life Like freedom, food and housing A loving family, little strife But, in Canada, it's different We give thanks, slightly the same But, ours is a holiday from politicians It's not held the day we came We watch football, and eat turkey Gorge ourselves and fall asleep Leaving dishes till tomorrow We know the mess will keep but, if Thanksgiving has true meaning And we give thanks, I want to know Who are we truly thanking really Is it God ? I need to know Are we thanking God for loving us Even though he can't be seen Do we thank ourselves for what we've earned It's not as easy as it seems I mean, really when it comes down to it What is Thanksgiving truly for? Is it to gorge ourselves on turkey So we can watch football some more It's not something that I'm fond of It's a day off work, that's all I'm thankful for my bounty But, I don't know who to call To tell that I am thankful I'm a transplant here you see I don't understand Thanksgiving It don't mean much to me If a homeless man is thankful Is it right that some are not They just eat and watch their football All the things that he has not He's as thankful as the next man In fact I'd say he's more Because to him, a true thanksgiving Doesn't need to have a score.

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Oct 3, 2012

Oct 3, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC

I don't understand Thanksgiving I don't understand it at all Instead of giving thanks for things We sit and watch football Americans give thanks each year For the bounties in their life Like freedom, food and housing A loving family, little strife But, in Canada, it's different We give thanks, slightly the same But, ours is a holiday from politicians It's not held the day we came We watch football, and eat turkey Gorge ourselves and fall asleep Leaving dishes till tomorrow We know the mess will keep but, if Thanksgiving has true meaning And we give thanks, I want to know Who are we truly thanking really Is it God ? I need to know Are we thanking God for loving us Even though he can't be seen Do we thank ourselves for what we've earned It's not as easy as it seems I mean, really when it comes down to it What is Thanksgiving truly for? Is it to gorge ourselves on turkey So we can watch football some more It's not something that I'm fond of It's a day off work, that's all I'm thankful for my bounty But, I don't know who to call To tell that I am thankful I'm a transplant here you see I don't understand Thanksgiving It don't mean much to me If a homeless man is thankful Is it right that some are not They just eat and watch their football All the things that he has not He's as thankful as the next man In fact I'd say he's more Because to him, a true thanksgiving Doesn't need to have a score.

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Housing waning Where do you expect me to go? Stop selling me Harrow (Not even if you talking Road). Imma Grove gyal…! I got my vibe spots and chill spots, my food stalls and book haunts. We - SJC are not just a Safer Neighbours blight Given half the obstacles - gentle gentry maybe more of us would be standing free I’ll take myself outta Grove when I’mmmm ready. RBKC done turned up that pressure though. Knocking down to wipe out The enriching colour and spice that grew out of adversity Permission to “celebrate” over the August bank holiday, No amount of stop and searches g’on make me forget. We belong here too. So get to know and stop putting up my rent.

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC

Ladbroke Grove Calling

Housing waning Where do you expect me to go? Stop selling me Harrow (Not even if you talking Road). Imma Grove gyal…! I got my vibe spots and chill spots, my food stalls and book haunts. We - SJC are not just a Safer Neighbours blight Given half the obstacles - gentle gentry maybe more of us would be standing free I’ll take myself outta Grove when I’mmmm ready. RBKC done turned up that pressure though. Knocking down to wipe out The enriching colour and spice that grew out of adversity Permission to “celebrate” over the August bank holiday, No amount of stop and searches g’on make me forget. We belong here too. So get to know and stop putting up my rent.

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I gave away my branches, I gave away my leaves, you chopped me up for housing, then ran off, leaving me. I gave away my dirt, and gave away my air, I gave away the water, you said you'd none to spare. I gave away my patterns, I gave away my age, I gave away all I had, and you'd just take and take. And now that I have nothing, I sit alone, and cry I think how I am now a stump, and you didn't even say goodbye.

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

Giving Trees and Cruelties

I gave away my branches, I gave away my leaves, you chopped me up for housing, then ran off, leaving me. I gave away my dirt, and gave away my air, I gave away the water, you said you'd none to spare. I gave away my patterns, I gave away my age, I gave away all I had, and you'd just take and take. And now that I have nothing, I sit alone, and cry I think how I am now a stump, and you didn't even say goodbye.

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