Best Roofed Poems

Written for the contest
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Have you ever seen, the sun setting down
Upon this red roofed town
And hear the sound of love begin
I have never found a more perfect place
Than, when I see your face
I simply fall in love again

Don't ask me which way the...

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I perch on a rock
by white teal-roofed bungalows,
resting after my journey.
Autumn's early bloom
is a choir of falling leaves
by a quiet rippling stream.

The silence deafens
as bright notes waft like snowflakes
to earth in Fall's madrigal.
I, a songless bird,
rejoice in observation.
The rippling stream chimes for me....

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Nature's beauty is exclusive 
Rivers flowing water somewhere
Is there a booming sea
So is that the calm lake somewhere

Nature's unique ever
Ever moving shadows
Then sometimes silence
Nature is exclusive

Sometimes sky turns blue, red, yellow
Sometimes it's clouded by black and white clouds,
Nature is exclusive

Sometimes the sunshine illuminates the sun
So sometimes within the dark night, the moon stars twinkle
Nature's love is...

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His life proceeded as before
even though she left his door
he still got up at half past seven
ate his gruel and prayed to heaven

 he still went out to plow the fields
and calculated all the yields
from cows and chicks and eggs that hatched
he mended fences,wove the...

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The Storm

Black rimmed skies,
Clouds with no lining of silver,
Gusts of wind,
Trees protesting,
With a dance on the horizon.

Rumblings of thunder,
Flashes of lightening,
Animals and humans,
Caught up in the melee,
While scurrying to the shelter,
Of their de-roofed abodes.

A deluge of wetness,
Spattering on the pavement,
Cascading into drains,
Loaded with the debris,
From...

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The ecosystem’s perfect design
A providence of the Great Divine.
A holistic balance that should not fail
If well-taken-cared of by those that dwell.

The atmosphere was just enough
To sustain the living and its habitat.
Green vegetations were all around
And so the spring from underground.

The fish; the birds; and the...

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The initiate was in a highly decorate room and on the walls were past presidents of the society. Above him the ceiling was roofed with the heavens and the sun was surrounded by the 12 zodiacs.

The initiate stood below and by the altar in the...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
                       ...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his dreams
now louder in the spacedout quiet:
an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving
spluttering too close for chancy comfort
some blaring tv hoisted above craning...

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Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country boy, like my father, perhaps-- posing 
beside his favorite horse...

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A mind of plane mirrors reflects rays of goodness.
It is weightless and indeed stainless,
in it right has a huge castle decorated in flowers of deeds,
roofed in kindness and painted in honesty.

Corruption knows it’s a waste of time
when it comes with its convincing lips and encroaching...

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In a remote village I
recently visited,
houses with tin roofs
over wooden trusses,
ekra bamboo walls,
mud plastered
and humble.

At the roadside,
a community water 
tab stands,
a lifeline for all.

Nature here,
untouched by the
relentless march
of humans,
whispers of a 
simpler time.

I paused for a moment,
feeling myself drift back
to the era of tin-
roofed houses,
to...

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the event occurs at the call of nightfall
        like the Pied piper it attracts gallant souls
         drum beats,hooting,shouting,pep talks
         all the fancy...

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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking building of stone
and that in it's self only added to...

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