Property Poems - Poems about Property

My pencil isn’t really mine Because it says, instead, That it’s the “Property of NYC Bd of Ed.” I taught in New York City schools And, once I had retired, There were some school supplies that I Had suddenly acquired: Like pens and pencil, post-it-notes, Some staples, chalk and paper. It wasn’t quite enough to be A teacher school-theft caper. I’ve been retired fifteen years And no...

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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 me. 3 ~ What's mine is mine, my philosophy. I keep my...

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Deva Ossig, the landlady (and property owner) turned rogue Just a couple weeks shy and seven years ago to the day, I still remember contractual obligations our previous residential abode 724 West Railroad Avenue, Bryn Mawr 19010 zip code volatile relationship – poisonous nasty hubris jump/kick started with aforementioned videre licet, alte Frau (quite similar to Hamburg geschkult harsh taskmaster), whose figurative and...

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Date: June 2051 8:15 am-- Damian scheduled to have A few improvements and modifications of the house and perimeter. Family in The house were alert and Present. Molly and Holly were in the Children's room bathing all 6 of them The five baby boys and Dasheri. Dolly joined them to quicken the Prep process. They allowed the infants Play...

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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 by oppression. From Africa to the Americas, they crossed oceans...

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Jo log dosron ki jaan MAAL ko nuqsan pohanchatay hain. Jo log dosron ki property ko jalatay hain. Jo log mandron or girjon ko giratay hain. Jo roads block kartay hain tires jalatay hain. Jo goliyan chalatay hain fire marwatay hain. Ye log Kaisay musalman hain Zafar Supari?...

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In Florida, we take a walk Adjacent to the bay, With stunning views and gorgeous homes We pass along the way. Each house has land across the path With water access, plus A swath of lawn with chairs or swings Which aren’t meant for us. For signs say “Private Property,” In other words, keep out! Some also read “No Trespassing” In case we were in...

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Oh what a pity that in David's great city they built a skyscraping tower. the which to describe my poor words lack all power. Those who dwell in its heights enjoy rapturous sights of the noble city below, where those in the pit who look up at it are denied a commensurate show. Now who had the cheek, if you let me thus speak, to call...

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As her own rare find, now seen Of your avowed 'queen' You'll need to protect it more This your own person. As some costly made sculpture Likely to fracture Safe wrap it, in sending out To where days rage on....

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Independence panacea dashingly suggests We purchase our palace hexagonal Reoriented Nerida handed padlock, blessed Fathoms red cross heiress of hospital Imposter student enrols wild idea envisaged ...

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What is a life when you’re constrained, your words bound up within your brain, from fear of punishment without, from tyrants or folks without doubt? So all that matters can’t be said, it makes the soul and spirit dead, when men have minds that shake the globe it’s proper that these thoughts be known, so we can learn, grow strong still, say what matters...

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Time has passed, Those who had to go have gone, Leaving behind all that was theirs, For their family heirs. What did the heirs do? They divided the things among, They forgot that their hearts and souls Were clung. Long time since buried or burnt, But don't forget they are still with us. How dare you divide their property, The one...

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He drank a glassful brandy, All over again randy, Then tried a little Quanta And soon began to banter "I'm a Poaching Trespasser, In a Property, Racer, Moving at a clean canter, No halting by your Mantra... Often watching Lawful Pace, A keen eye on Owner's Face To hellfire not let loose, Owner to reject a truce, My poaching finger first list For those...

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1.Me bhi drugs aur smuggling ki kamai say property ka business start karun?? 2.Black money ko white kar loun aur kahun daikha Property Dealer hun?? Note.You are a two faced penny....

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Zafar Bhai Fire kab marwao gay? Nashai Wehmi bool kar Drug inj Kab Lagwao Gay?????????????? Note.You are a two faced penny.....

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