#neighbours
We live on opposite sides of the street
On the different sides of what's right
We could try to adjust and to fit
But it's something about to fight.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC
The sun is a diver
in the west, unreachable
for the moon with hair
colouring red from desire
And red colour the grapes
in the valley with the lighthouses
along the swamp river
in the country in the middle
between pole and equator
The days are short
With the neighbours
we drink last year's wine
dark as the nights
The moon kisses the sun
out of his sleep, kisses him
kisses, kisses him back
We celebrate, treat
each other at togetherness
Choirs pass from door to door
and we eat pastries
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC
My figs are ripe, it's
time to pick them, my neighbours --
apparently thought.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
Why is my neighbour
driving here and who's getting --
into her car there?
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
Living together:
neighbours, and the landlord who --
doesn't even know us.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:26 AM UTC
Neighbours: first a fence
needs to be installed, and then --
net curtains as well.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 3:39 AM UTC
gestures for use on the neighbours it'll ward off isolation
foreign no longer but privately guarded
buffered against secrets we're neighbours now
lock in with these people
click eyes like desert lizards
and lick at the brickwork to heal its insurance
throwing up our arms to gravy like a sports fan
an energy of invite despite they each see the other
****** near every day
fun hats and clothes picked for colours
or practical aging
like mating flare
use up the garish leftovers from the artists box
and a dog perhaps
garnish for the family way
a long ladder shared between neighbours
cause 'hey ! ; our kids match your kids'
and always work toward the perfect sale
prepared for that one forgiving day
and 'The Move'
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 10:01 PM UTC
On the bus we greet,
knowing each other's faces --
knowing nothing more.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 4:12 AM UTC
The neighbours have left,
their garden is drying out --
now I water it.
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 4:29 AM UTC
I meet my neighbours,
only now, in the dark with --
handfuls of candles.
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 2:36 AM UTC
We've known each other
For more than ten years
Initially we were neighbours
And it didn't take a lot of time
For us to get along with each other
Moreover, it also helped
That my maternal grandmother
Was a good friend of your mother
So, we soon became good friends
Since we had a lot in common
The most important of all
Was the fact that we lacked friends
And by "friends" I mean true friends
With whom we could share anything
And who were always ready to help us
If the need arose
Well, I badly needed such a friend
And I am really glad to say
That you fit the bill very well indeed
Because you are extremely humble and unassuming
Don't judge anyone
Possess a lot of patience
Don't get angry easily
Are very gentle by nature
And above all, are thoroughly loyal and trustworthy
Whenever I've visited your home
I've always been treated like a family member
Your mother is extremely kind and sweet by nature
And understands me as well
As my own family does
I've also enjoyed visiting your game centre
And watching movies for free
You are very talented indeed
And I hope and pray
That all that hard work you've been putting in
Finally pays off one day
I feel very comfortable sharing things with you
Seriously, it gives me a lot of relief
Since you are a great listener
And more empathetic than you give yourself credit for
Similarly, you are also welcome
To share anything and everything with me
I am always ready to listen
And offer you moral support
Last but not the least
I will always help you whenever you are in need
Take care, keep smiling and may God bless you da
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 2:30 AM UTC
His farewell wishes
were: take good care of yourself --
and one another.
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 3:00 AM UTC
She is without man,
I'd like to do things with her --
but I wouldn't know how.
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 2:47 AM UTC
The Guanyin statue:
her eyes have lost their colour --
but they see my need.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 3:48 AM UTC
In soil that I have not chosen
in no one's shadow
all myself
I watch and hear the neighbours
I can't get any closer
My branches reach
ever stronger, ever further
Children climb in them
They laugh and kiss
themselves a future
In soil that I have not chosen
in no one's shadow
I become rough and wrinkled
In heat, snow and storm
branches break and die
They reach ever
thinner and shorter
Nests blow away
to new trees
For new loves
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
Incubus Drive
is when me and the neighbours fall out
it's not just the volume
furniture moving bass
but I have to sing
full shout
I know all the words
you see
cos I played it
so many ******* times
it's ingrained on my beer brain
all my inhibitions
blown out
I'm on stage
in front of the microphone
air guitar
I'm no Brandon Boyd
but by Christ I'm on fire tonight
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 6:03 PM UTC
I live in a half-home
hours from the city
in a rubble village
from which the youth is leaving
and where I don't hear language
that speeds up my pulse
I recognize the coats
of my neighbours and I think
that they are decent people
strangers that I greet
and from whom I don't want
to know more than from myself
It's all clearly
a question about friendship
whether there are doors
which I open myself
and what choices
I turn over in my mind
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
Big Bellies,Big Cars.
These are our leaders.
Sunken Eyes,Starving stomachs
Those are your neighbors.
Dysfunctional systems and it's not so important.
Hospital shelves have no drugs and the beds are rusty.
There is no food in the basket
But the main economic activity for the country is agriculture
Bribery is now part of culture.
The doctor will decline to offer you his assistance if you don't avail him with 'a little something'.
Part of our taxes go to personal accounts some abroad.
On Some days some people in the City,I Have seen some,sell their blood through donation drives in hopes for the free biscuit and soda and this is lunch.
And some go on for some days without any food not even little to their mouth
And not because of leisure or for their pleasure.
On the days when they get what to offer to the impatiently waiting intestines,it's a pleasure.
Some of our young girls are introduced to adulthood because of the conditions in the families they come from.
Chips and chicken,KFC,maybe Cafe Javas,have fun together and definitely bed later.
Some have 'achieved' more than this,like small cars say Vitz,Raum and Spacio but their lives have not changed for the better.
Some offer their Prized bodies to these predators for petty items like phones,clothes and leisure.
The dignity lost in doing this has a measure.
All this because for some of their needs and wants,some even so small,Their parents can't cater.
Potholes in the roads can even be a topic to joke about
Harming our cars that we toiled so much to acquire,we are not so bothered,since the people in charge,will soon work on them(We hope)
Sewerage spews all over our streets and roads sometimes and still we are hopeful for the better.
Maybe not now,maybe later.
Big bellies,Big Cars.
Those are our leaders.
Sunken eyes,Starving stomachs
Those are your Neighbors
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 8:01 AM UTC
Mr. Big sits at his big mahogany desk
At the top of his big tower.
Mr. Small sits at his small table
In his small enclave.
Mr. Big buys what he wants
And then some.
Mr. Small buys what he needs,
But doesn’t quite make it.
Mr. Big gives in to instant gratification,
Even though it makes him empty.
Mr. Small does the same,
But thinks it would be different if he had money.
Mr. Big wants the world.
Mr. Small wants what Mr. Big has.
Their bank balances polarize sharply with time,
But their hearts are the same,
And they’re ignorant to this.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
Bridges are no riches
anymore, they don't offer space
but rush
over my head, they separate
people and confine them
to an island without energy
a void that exhausts me
and that I cannot fill
with the contacts I make
over all the bridges
with which I make shift
for lack of time
to go out the door
and explore my island
a while without agenda
having casual conversations
and meet neighbours
who I can touch
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
My street was full of aunties
and full of uncles too.
They weren't the same as family,
but grown-ups who we knew.
Parents of my mates,
friends of mum and dad,
people I could trust to share
what it was they had.
Winter parties, summer trips
a massive paddling pool,
loads of music, lots of love
and laughter while we grew.
Common homes and gardens,
a street in open-plan,
more than simply neighbours,
one big, street-long clan.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
The curtains twitch... in my street,
They pretend to be rich... in my street,
The gossips thrive... in my street,
But they’re barely alive... in my street,
The big cars come and go,
They all reap what they sow,
They pretend and they trick,
Atmosphere is so thick,
I’m the **** of their jokes,
And they pinch, and they poke,
But they fail to agree,
That I see what I see,
What I see, is the truth,
I will shout from the roof,
They can’t judge me at all,
For I’ve seen where they crawl,
but my lips they stay tight,
For there will come a night,
When they will see me see,
And they’ll understand me,
People talk... in my street,
People stalk... in my street,
A massive game... in my street,
We’re all the same... in my street..
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
New Year, the beginning
of spring in Amsterdam
The air is soft, life
is lighter in the streets
carefree are my steps
white and pink
the fruit trees, with confetti
of New Year's Eve
in the gutter, red scrap ribbons
through the city, the body
in which I breathe and live
Everywhere the promise is budding
that it can be peace
when we are neighbours
and it is spring
in everyone's heart
street after street
a flourishing beginning
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 4:02 AM UTC