We have said the first step was to designate the land, inform the owners. And the second would be to get the responses from the owners. And this will be openly done.
quote by Robert Mugabe
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Cars... Waiting in the sun(9/11/01)
Patiently waiting their owners,
the cars sit alone
Blue Mercedes, black ford,
red Dodge, grey Toyota
But for tonight these waiting cars,
will not be going home
No one gives it a thought,
nor cares an iota
Only two days later
does one give it a thought
That these cars waiting their owners,
and coated with dust
Would never be driven again
by their owners
Though waiting, patiently…
oblivious in trust
Waiting in bright sunlight,
where once there was shade
From the two majestic towers
that seemed to forever persist
Waiting in the lonely parking lot
for owners delayed
By the fact that their owners…
and the towers… no longer exist.
poem by David Whalen
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Owners on a Lead
The dogs were out walking,
their owners on the lead.
The dogs take them,
wherever they want to go.
The owners have to stop
when they want to sniff around the trees
or do their toiletries.
So who is taking whom for a walk,
and who is on the lead?
I suspect that it is the owners
who are on the lead.
(7 July 2007)
poem by David Harris
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In fact, an awful lot of N.F.L. club owners have practically no influence on their players at all, simply because they're not full-time working owners.
quote by Pete Rozelle
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When you're a stranger in a land, if good comes to it may you have you share and if bad comes let it go to the owners of the land who know what gods should be appeased.
The real owners of the land are not yet born.
Weapons never Rule the World
the world started
out with a war
each mind fashioned
his kinds to dominate
all set out for artillery -
the fangs, claws, poisons
wings that could fly
a thousand miles
legs that could run like a jet
eyes that could see ten score miles
weapons, weapons, weapons,
until the almighty fashioned his
proud kind to show their mistakes
plain men with two hands, legs
and a conscience.
all these weapon owners
that kill themselves to extinction
men - god's proof to his rivalries
the winners of the real world
are those with conscience, love
that mere weapon owners
are loosers fit only
for the pots and pans
the almighty always guiding
never allowing his men
to lose sight
that weapons never rule the world
owners of fangs, claws, mighty wings
that all end up in the pots and pans
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Brief Encounter
Proud tomcats prowl when twilight falls
and fill the air with caterwauls.
They loudly boast of their prowess.
In their vain efforts to impress.
The pampered queens protected by
Owners determined to deny.
Fulfilment of the Tom cats dreams.
Successfully or so it seems.
But now and then a pampered queen.
Manages to escape unseen.
They can't resist the urge to mate.
Their owners find out far too late.
Their pampered pet undoubtedly
Is showing signs of pregnancy.
Thursday,09 February 2012
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The other classes of which society was composed were, first, freemen, owners of small portions of land, independent, though they sometimes voluntarily became the vassals of their more opulent neighbors, whose power was necessary for their protection.
quote by Thomas Bulfinch
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As farmers or owners, the poor peasants possess a piece of land. The excellent means of transport enables them often to sell their goods. At the very worst they can mostly provide their own food.
quote by Herman Gorter
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Cameron
Cameron the cat would never miss a trick –
Often in the garden on patrol.
Otherwise sleeping, though frequently meeting
His one and only love – that earthen bowl!
Cameron the cat took everything for granted -
Sure, the street lay under his control.
Contentedly snoozing – perhaps he 'd been boozing –
And toasting all that counts: his dearest bowl!
Cameron the cat would seek to take advantage –
His gullible owners often on parole.
Purring pathetically, and almost poetically,
He'd meow them into stacking up his bowl!
Cameron the cat was nonetheless a gem –
His owners saw him as their heart and soul,
But having to accept that he was so adept
At persuading them to fill his flipping bowl!
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I support exemptions from the estate tax to ensure that when Maine farm owners die, their families will be able to continue to farm the land that they have protected and lived on, often for generations.
Misfortune Of A Aurora East Rand Mineworker
A 36 year old man works months without payment
at the Aurora East Rand gold mine
under the illusion from the black owners, promising
that salaries are following, but without receiving money.
In January he only receives ten percent of his salary
(which is just eighteen hundred rand)
while the company owns him for eighteen months
and the government does nothing against the black owners
he looks for other employment everywhere
but is not able to find anything else,
he is put out of his house and has to leave it
finding nowhere to go to
things get too much for the poor man,
he looses his cars, his furniture
and almost every thing that he possess,
in his thoughts he is at the edge of the abyss,
he does not know how to put food on the table,
tries to hang himself three times on one night
where his wife stops him just in time
and now she is really scared
that he will try to suicide again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Gods Dice
Its out of my hands making your hands meet.
? ? ? ? ? rises crumbling out of reach.
Its in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow.
Designate my luck. uh resignate.
This power has no roots to guide. no role.
Trust me. rusted minds refuse to go.
Unwillingness is meaningless to walk away in vain.
Designate my will.
Ah, designate my fill.
Ah resignate.
My will is crashing. synapses flashing slow.
Ah, days like frame by frame. where do they go?
Ah yeah, why fight? forget it. cannot spend it after I go.
Roll them high. throw them again. all gods dice.
Monkey driven. call this living? ha.
Ah, too much thought its overwrought a hole.
Yeah, minding yours whats mine not yours.
Will finish us off.
Ah, designate my life.
Ah, designate my view.
Ah, resignate my will, my will, my will, I will.
Resignate my god.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The owners have the right to pay you whatever they want to. They don't have to pay you if they don't want to.
quote by Gary Sheffield
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I don't believe gun owners have rights.
quote by Sarah Brady
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Owners of Pockets Full and Deep
It is incomprehensible to perceive,
Those born and taught to be thieves...
Would have giving hearts for anyone to believe,
They would rush to the aid of others seeking...
Opportunities.
Or share a piece of a stolen pie.
Those who have created for themselves abundance,
Did not do so...
Crawling and clawing their way through tons,
Of grit and grim or mud of any kind.
Those stories may be told...
To deceive enchanted by good fiction.
However,
Those who are the owners of pockets full and deep...
Usually are not graduates of a nine to five.
And rarely have they received,
An abundance that they hoard...
Based on philosophies of sharing with their fellowman.
Folks like these are out to get as much as they can,
While keeping it out of the hands of others.
And that is the nature of a mind,
Nurtured on materialistic feeding.
What one like this gets...
Is meant to tease others in need.
Owners of pockets full and deep,
Pay to ensure...
Those unconscious,
Are kept to stay unaware in a sleep.
With the dangling of carrots...
Far out of their reach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dogs Of Drangonchester
The dogs of Dragonchester is a condo that sits by the Sea,
surounded by sand, tropical plants and palm trees.
Happy Dogs live at the Dragonchester for I have seen,
these dogs are special to their owners, they make them happy.
Inside this book is a collection of Dragonchester Dog poems,
you can read them at your leisure at night in your home.
Some poems might make you laugh, some poems might make you cry,
that is the observation of me the poet whose words I do scribe.
These poems you can pass along to your dear friends,
you can frame them if you like so you can read their words again.
Many wishes to the dog owners and a cheer to their pets,
many more stories to make into Dragonchester Dog poems still yet.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 22,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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What you had at the time was a dictatorship with the team owners.
quote by Ted Lindsay
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I don't want to be in the Hall of Fame. I don't think owners should be.
quote by George Steinbrenner
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