Best Property Poems

I wake up with a great startle.

My Obama EarthTribe CoOperative WinWin GlobalVillage Dream
was merely my hibernation.
I dreamed we share richly valued properties from healthy-wealthy African Elders,
but awake, once again,
only to painfully remember
I am now merely His disinvested property.

I have become enslaved by His addictions to...

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One can create great art of work,
In the name of Love...
But Love is not a property of intelligents,
Talented people, or so called great people....

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ONCE HAD IS NOT A PROPERTY

Few are looking for what many got that I had
Much effort is a necessity as success is a work hard
Some few are looking for a shortcut; heard failure is a bad
Some rather than stress themselves beyond limit they hope on...

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A voice, a silky sweet voice i my ear
a whisper, a whispering question hanging in the air
but there's a conflict of interest
I'm no master nor hero
not even a zero, I'm just a boy
a boy craving peace
I object the idea that you, my Nymph
you, my little...

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I’m living on the street, that does not make
Me yours to feed with food I do not eat 
Though I may lay my hat before your feet
My history is not your tale to take.

I’m old, I’m poor, I’m ill, I haven’t got
A pot to piss...

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Every day another woman gets killed by their mate, sliced, chopped and hacked 
What is going on with these men,
When did a woman’s vagina become your private property?
You can cheat but she can't 
You can move on but she can't
What the hell is that 
According...

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Affects on Property Values

If you are group who will maintain authority
Why must other groups exist with inferiority
And no matter what the group may say
End up having feeling with much dismay.

Up others authority may often try to butter
But when houses appear to be cookie cutter
To many...

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THE DREAM POLICE 
   INVADE MY HEAD 
   WHEN I STARTED TO DREAM, 
   WHILE ASLEEP IN BED. 
   THEY TRIED TO ACCUSE ME 
   OF UNAUTHORIZED THOUGHTS. 
   I TURNED THE TABLES...

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He was a good guy
With a gold of heart
Million first he won
Million told him
Jack
Hey mate
You bright
I am only alone
Just I need other pair
U will be on state
Safe and sound
Don’t pay a penny
For sought of money

So the jack
In his lack
Locked up
The money
Never paid a penny
For the...

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Captivating property with panoramic view
Painted with pride in red white and blue
Once standing proud and renowned everywhere
Foundation's eroding from lack of care
Wonderful neighbors, bilingual you know
French to the north and Spanish below
Beautiful shoreline on the east and the west
Lately her structure has been put to...

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inevitably cruel & heartless
is the first face that looks upon
a baby with the idea that they are
property,
s/he who is the caregiver,
seeing a child not as something to
watch over, but something to possess---
s/he who passes on this 
mold of humiliation, of self-hatred,
of that very structure, that...

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Rights’ rollercoaster seats these three:
1 ~ What's yours is mine. If necessary
I'll take it by force and quickly flee.
Such a ruinous view lacks maturity.
2 ~ What's mine is yours, so you may see
when need unfolds or there’s calamity, 
no holding back, you can count on...

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Consciousness is the scintillating blaze
alive on a smoldering log,
a flame emergent from complex interplays
of biology and environment.

Consciousness is greater than the cumulative 
elements from which it is produced,
a roving free-form swirling cloud,
a wandering storm over the latest landscape.

Consciousness is always emergent 
like an undulating flock...

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Their philosophers dehumanized our ancestors.
 Their missionaries demonized their humanity.
 Their merchants made them chattel.
 Whippings, rapes, amputations,
 For the training of wild ******* who can be forced to work at will.
 The expression of barbarism in all its splendor for all these bodies soiled...

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I must tell you of a yarn 
About the Prince’s barn 
It sits on a hill 
Overlooking an area where there was so much kill 

Today it is a place where one goes to find peace 
And think about their deceased. 
Oh yes it was...

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