Oh, when the waves roll in,
We're gonna lose the land.
There'll be no coastline left,
Just more dead fish and sand.
And as the icecaps melt,
We'll hear the ocean sound,
"I'm comin' for your homes,"
"There's no more higher ground."
Then with one giant wave,
We'll all be washed away.
Unless we change our course,
In time, we'll rue the day.
But, when our eyes get blurred,
Thru all the salty tears.
We'll just go down in flames,
With heads between our rears!
That’s another umbrella lost;
Six already this year.
I dread to think how much they’ve cost,
But I won’t shed a tear.
It isn’t entirely by accident
That I leave them on the train.
I have an ulterior motive you see.
It’s all in the name of love.
There is this lovely girl I’ve met,
Her name badge says she’s Anne.
I haven’t plucked up courage yet,
But have a cunning plan.
She’s in the lost property office
At the railway terminus.
And next time I lose an umbrella,
I’ll ask her for a date.
~~
We final went out last night,
But, sadly, not again.
I think the evening went all right –
But left her on the train.
mesmerized by nature’s pendulum
the rhythmic motion of the tides
I listen to the splash of waves
unfurl against the seashore
the ever undulating flow of waves
the hypnotizing sway of water
it’s the perfect appetizer before
enjoying every sunset as it falls
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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 one has come looking.
I suspect my current pencil
Won’t land me in Central Booking.
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 safe locked and hide the key.
Wealth yields a status hierarchy.
A biblical parable illustrates all three.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
When thieves took yours, they wounded thee.
What’s mine is yours that you may see -
the priest and Levite were not free.
Assets were theirs and theirs to keep.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
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?
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 doubt.
At least we get to see the bay
And all that goes with it,
The balcony in our hotel
A lovely place to sit.
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 this 'the Holy Land'?
If its name had been 'Babel'
I'd be better able
to explain the way things stand.
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.
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
Wider scope than she ever deserved
Ostentatious vistas brew broadwater blizzard
Novice nurse serves a nostrum absurd
Ultraviolet facet inferno disco jive diamond
Wears title queen of high hive divine
Fanciful feminine accepts novel assignment
Redhead remedy writes Chapter 119
Third of February
Thank you, dear old Doris
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 they left with love.
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 to receive hard first!
A full glass of Quanta
By a self - acclaimed Santa
Dwelling on the new exploit
Of the Decidedly Spoilt.
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.
Zafar Bhai Fire kab marwao gay?
Nashai Wehmi bool kar Drug inj
Kab Lagwao Gay??????????????
Note.You are a two faced penny..
Having a lot is not a sign of nobility,
having little is not a sign of divinity
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