Roof and the moon in a deep chatting session
Bare tree filling with the flood of jasmine
Clouds joining from Mesopotamian rivers
Two horses attempting to break loose
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September 9, 2025
There's a fiddler on the White House roof.
As the world burns, he is clearly aloof.
Just like Emperor Nero,
he is surely no hero,
and frankly we've had enough of this goof.
Praise the Lord!
You could hear it from the roof tops
Thank the Lord!
He deeply loves us so much non-stop
I thank my Father
Too I thank His precious Son
For a really great life
That the Lord and Jesus both have shown
In "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,"
I felt my fingernails digging into his back during an intensely charged moment.
I was surprised to see tears rolling down the cheeks of a strong man—he wept!
He sighed! He reached his climax, time and again.
Was it a display of sportsmanship or a sign of injury?
rain on the old roof
and endless rumbling thunder
~ some day afternoon
AP: 1st place 2025
The puppy is on the roof
The puppy is on the roof
He is a little goof, he is a little goof
How did he ever get up there so high?
He lifts his paw and can touch the sky
Do we make a big deal of this clown?
Or do we try to coax this puppy down?
The puppy is a clown
The puppy is a clown
A goof on a roof, who never wears a frown.
a generous sun
blesses our bounty
we give thanks
The sky outside is bright and clear,
Yet my heart is shrouded with tears.
Sunlight bathes the distant houses,
While smog blankets my soul.
I should cherish such rare sunny days,
But I'm trapped in this small room, afraid to stray.
Looking into the mirror—I see:
Unwashed hair,
Puffy eyes,
A sallow face with a bitter smile,
And stacked high on my desk a pile of files.
All forging invisible, unbreakable shackles around my feet.
Rain is biting the building’s raspberry roof
Making a meal hard like a cold blue tooth
And the wind blows yes hear it wail
A lone leaf floats like a boat with a sail
Lightening strike as if bowling
Knocking down pins some rolling
Striking tree tops even some poles
Hitting some crops even some souls
You can survive lightning strike
Just the same from it can die
Surely you will have to agree
Nature is a force of mystery
From the coldest, blackest sky
I came ... without any warning,
So tiny, so intricate am I ...
There will be more by morning
Don't know where I will land
Don't know what town it will be,
Don't know who I will meet
Will they want to see me
When they wake bright and early
And notice from out their window,
A fresh coating of soft white
... A new season's first snow
But a short time, and we do melt
Away in three months' flurry,
A long time by some is felt
As for me ... why should I hurry
Tonight, I am slowly falling
Don't know where I will land,
Will I last the entire winter
Or disappear in one's hand?
• The roof is leaking red
• But I don't know why
• Not like I'm concerned about it
• I just watch the time fly by
The wings finally untied
The broken feathers laid on bushes
Turned into ashes
The memory of lame rests no more
On the store of the brain-game
New Breeze has leased
The opportunities to be ceased
Life has transcended
Beyond the mundane
Not so wild in the wide world
Seashore is no longer apart
The heart now is meandering ways
To uplift the drowning soul
And make its way to the edge
Heavy is the treasure
That life has hidden
In the pockets of Bay
Looking at the sky
With a huge wide ray
I hope to see all of it
Once again in the lives of all
That can rise and enjoy the lane.
when we made a goof
we had found proof on the roof
saw prints made by each hoof
we did see spry deer
which on our roof would appear
knew Christmas was here
we opened presents
would love in every essence
with perfect pleasance
while time does move on
attention Christmas has drawn
ornaments on lawn
soft snow never came
had much sadness full of shame
we were ones to blame
If I were a famous poet
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
All day long, I'd write a biddy biddy bum
If I were a famous man!
I wouldn't have to rhyme hard
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
If I were a biddy biddy famous yidle-diddle-didle-didle poet
I'd write an excellent epic full of great adventures that thrill the world,
And see the book reprinted several times
Some would be hard-bound and some just plain and cheap.
And sure I'd be famous and rich.
And I'll be a wealthy poet.
But the best part is that I'll win an Oscar
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
That's my greatest wish of all.
Alas…I’m not a poet at all.
Not to be sung :)
when they made a goof
we had found proof on the roof
saw prints made by each hoof
we did see spry deer
which on our roof would appear
knew Christmas was here
we opened presents
would love in every essence
with perfect pleasance
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