Short Private Property Poems
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they see the shape
of me
and all my discord
While my three pet snakes
wind about me
in peace
and serenity
This is private property
not mine
I just sit in the grass
and try
to make the dots connect
In life
The sun is setting
The water looks so inviting,
walking on private property;
Hanging out by the boats at night,
going where we have never been;
‘Keep Out!’ sign exhilarating!
We could hop in but have to flee;
Mellow out under the moonlight,
feeling the waves lap at our skin;
Clothing disappears not in sight;
Skinny dipping is forbidden.
You touch me.
You stare at me.
You think I'm your private property.
I'm supposed to like that?
In childhood, you teased me.
You told me I was weak.
That no boy will ever like me if I stay a geek.
And I'm supposed to take that?
Your opinions oblique.
Me caring; at its peak
Me silenced; I still speak
You're in the shadows, where you creep.
Love trumps hate,
and if rioting in the streets destroying private property,
filthy and disgusting foul language shouted and painted on signs
that small children can easily hear and read,
combined with threats of blowing up a government building
regardless of how many innocent people are inside
doesn’t prove it,
then nothing does.
Don’t you just LOVE it?
What’s that old saying about the pot calling the kettle…….
Bamboozlement, a joy to thy heart
And thou gloat at their misfortunes
Maliciously misleading them with tricks
Bury this private property, a plea
Otherwise, you'll earn thy pay in full
One's joy comes from good wishes
Zap thy zest for schadenfreude
Let go of those wanton moral filths
Embrace the joy from good wishes
Maintain my moral message and
Enjoy big in a little planet
Never should thou forget
The day of thy sepulchre sleep
I walk the many streets around my home daily and notice empty lots, neglected old
houses, and cracked sidewalks. The thought came to me about planting wildflowers
in these abandoned areas. It would bring a sense of life, vibrancy, and purpose, give
beauty where none existed. Inject color into the drab. But, of course, there are those
private property signs . . .
wildflowers swaying
from concrete and dirt growing~
in the sun thriving
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.
I turned on the news and saw
people rioting in the streets,
burning the American flag,
destroying private property,
smashing windshields,
attacking innocent people,
screaming and ranting,
displaying so much hate
towards those who don’t share
the same thoughts and
ideas they do
and I was disgusted,
wondering why the news
had to always show things
that were happening
in the Middle East
until I realized
it was California
what the hell is wrong with people?
I live for me,
You live for you.
While we are free
We'll do CONTINUE!
You owe me zero;
Just be your own hero.
If we are un-envying brothers forever
Let's fight for our individual rights together.
You are my enemy
If you hate private property.
If you love it,
You could be my friend.
You are my enemy
If you love economic regulations.
If you hate them
You might be my friend.
You are my enemy
If you hate your own life.
If you love it,
We have much in common.
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