Short Estates Poems

     contracts, torts, estates

        sounds boring

        ~ ought to be a law
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buck deer
nibbling tips
off finely crafted
hedges surrounding estates
of rich men in big houses who are dying
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Earth's death seems to be in our stars
End comes from the greed planet's scars
But the rich have reach
And will visit the beach
Near estates they've purchased on Mars...

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In the estates a baby cries.
In the streets a young man dies.
In the alleys they'll sell you drugs.
In the schools kids now use guns.
In the world there's so much need
Why won't the government intercede?

an Anaphora form ©SamHarty...

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Deeply   etched    crystal    doors
Stone arched mansion corridors
Family members country  estates 
Hounds skittering on marble slate
Clinging intoxicating rose perfume
Stirringly beautiful graceful redhead
Read invitation wide eyes little smile...

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loving notion, dying of an overdose of love potion 
heavenly dream of an old gent far spent, as mind finishes rent 
an old man expires, as beautiful aid rubs back with lotion
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For Natalie The Rogue Rhymer
Die A 'Fun' Death Contest
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Vander you make me wonder,
just how someone is so prettier,
than every other human creature.

Everytime you smile with splendour,
Vander you make me go gaga,
and my heart melts like magma.

Vander you made me wander,
like a vendor in the estates of Runda,
when you walked down that verandah....

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My other boyfriend will be around
Anytime you're not near found.
Love and sweet affection he shares
Everyday I need a listening ear...

Because my needs are not your money,
Estates, riches and property.
Sometimes I need you here to call you 'honey',
Touch you gentle as you touch me.
I need you closely in my arms and sight:
Everyday and every night....

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One cold December morning,
While she was sound asleep,
Mom peacefully took her last breath,
Leaving us behind to weep.

She was taken by the angels,
To heaven's pearly gates;
Taken from her earthly home,
To heavenly estates.

Now she's walking on streets of gold,
With steps as light as air,
Feeling no pain or sorrow,
Cause Jesus is with her there.

1/18/2013
For Black Eyed Susan's "Taken" contest...

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We want to enrich
     its atmosphere by planting trees
and anything that has
    roots. We also want to pump
some of our oxygen into its
   thin sheet of air.

We want to bring zoos
   and cattle ranches on the red planet.

We want to build homes
    and real estates for rich folks
  who can afford space 
     odysseys.

We want another life
    on Mars, before we destroy
 our Earth with pollution
   and wars.......

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My knowledge of The Netherlands
Came from a beloved children's book.
I found the tale quite so charming
I wanted to take a close look
At a land that could spawn a child
As brave and as strong as was  he.
Hans with his finger in the dike
Was a folklore hero to me

And when he won his silver skates,
I was filled with an honest pride.
My book fell apart and  my dream
Of sailing away on the tide.
At home in The United States.
We raise tulips on our estates.


4/26/14...

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Miniscule link between love and hate,
Same may be said with victory and fate.

What you do see, you can also rate.
Many things happen with your mate.

Maybe feel joy or might get irate.
Between marriages, divorce estates.

A fine line you will cross in debate.
In either or both there is a wait.



There is a fine line between love and hate and we usually forget all the love and just fester on the hate.

written for
Sponsor Nancy Jones 
Contest Name Fine Line...

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the piper piped for African fox
it danced lightning strokes
rhythms and tones  were loud
but refused to follow dance law

he sang music to snake
it opened its fangs instead
venom was sprayed in his eyes
divine grace made him see again

the piper in his amusement
never ever learned to think
he invited cranes for tea
they remained on the trees

He tried his luck with the hare
it came and sat on his laps
dancing and wriggling in joy
at the end all his estates went...

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Walking down streets which are clad in blue bricks
past shops that all seem to sell just old rusting shutters.
Mums pushing prams, empty of hope
Charity shops selling rich peoples cast offs
factory's knocked down and turned into new housing estates
Asbestos-is  and cancer as taken  the fathers
School classes so large with so many languages 
The great British dream lies bleeding in  tatters
caused by inept members of parliament 
living their dream of progressive policys ....

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