Best Ownership Poems
People buy pictures
They have a notion
That they are owners
But actually
The pictures own them.
They will outlive
Or outlast them
They are only
Custodians.
They purchase
Pyramid,
Art will live.
And they...
Pharaohs:
Dead.
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Date 2-28-14
Motif : Epic
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Impress Me with short poems II by Giorgio
Plucking at the metal strings
Thumping vibration pulsing the air
Tuba all classy and dancing with bass
Suddenly silence, the palette bone bare
The voice of the infinite instrument
settles the band and elates
You're singing and smiling and lifting the sky
while the keys all turn toward you and burn, concentrate
The piano is weighted by words
and is stretched to it's lengths by your thoughts
Trills and crescendos rise up to the rafters
and are swept up by currents and caught
Softly the background emerges
All of the instruments humming in time
Flooding the stage and the audience skin
and right at this moment I know you are mine
Mine to dream dreams to and smile
Mine to tuck into my heart
A flood of vibration to linger and last
This music which touched me and tore me apart...
One can’t own anything in life
Possession of a thing breeds bondage
With each thing that you acquire
There comes a new worry of
Never to let lose that thing
Whatever one possesses will own him.
People take ownership of diseases
They say, “My blood pressure,
My diabetes, my heart disease
My! My! My! My! My!
But they can’t own diseases
People buy art pictures
They have a notion
That they are owners
But pictures own them.
Pictures will outlive
Or outlast them
They’re only custodians.
People are
Mere pharaohs
Dead.
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October 20, 2014
Form: I do not know
10th Place win in Andrea's contest
You have to love them to sift their latrine,
The uric fragrance burning your nose and eyes
As you render their special place fresh and clean--
One of them watches, impatient, and sighs.
You have to be ready for sleep-rending howls
When one recovers his ragged cloth ball--
At twelve or two--shaking it with feral growls,
Boasting his prey up and down the hall.
You must be attentive--even at four--
If bowls are empty and bellies not full:
Rude rattling and scratching on the bedroom door
Has such a hypnotic, nerve-racking pull.
How apt the pharaohs decreed them divine,
While litter-box slaves were treated like swine.
A flicker of hope
starting the flame of life again...
Dangling on weathered ropes
where a sudden rush of wind
can send you to the ground
clinging to the promise
you never heard but somehow knew existed
they always knew you would be stronger than this -
they waited for you to step out and just believe
to see your true potential with your own eyes
and take ownership thereof --
By Wilma Neels
©050820121105
Dog owndership is not for me nor is the
dog walking buisness even if someone was
to pay me a fee or buy me a car and
throw in a house that's free of mice
Dogs always have to stop and sniff around often
even and lag way behind especially if their person
wants to contine walking and thinking out loud while
assuming that the dog is close by to find out that's not
true
Dogs usually want to be good or so trainers claim
but training a dog is a stressful challenge although
it's great to have one's dog in the car at Taco Bell
and there's nobody else with whom to share
It's harder still when one's dog seemingly starts to
have a hearing problem and runs away from the driveway
as if confused on a hot day and then runs back home before
it can be found- I like certain kinds of dogs but to own one just
isn't for me.
Ownership
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Wealth does not stay with
one person to own for ever,
It always passes through many hands
Before it gets totally disappeared.
The house you laboured to build
or possess will not be yours forever,
Some one will occupy it after you,
They may not even know you.
What you treasured and collected
will be of no value for others,
It might get sold or given out or
get thrown in the garbage box.
Do you think you can own your life?
Any idea about your last breath?
How can you own anything,
when you can't own your own life.
Have a detached attitude in life,
Then you can be free of ownership,
Avoid craving for worldly possessions,
Never shackled by superfluous things.
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.
Exclusive Ownership
Breath be still
As I look into thy eyes
Calm your heart with emotion
Let our spirits join and fly
Own my love with passion
And I shall give the same
Two candles touching
Two candles in flames
Let our fingers touch
As our hands become attached
Beauty lies in your heart
Let it out, see me react
Love me forever
And let me into thy heart
Our Love shall never end
Like beauty throughout the stars
My privacy is a world, owned by me.
Giving up this freedom, would be costly.
A tranquil place where flowing ideas take flight.
Of new ideas and the ending of old plights.
Privacy is sacred, staying true to oneself.
The taking of this would be destruction itself.
Hold onto solitude, while it still sustains.
Where secrets and memories will remain.
Slowly our privacy is being stripped away.
Hold onto it dearly while you still may.
The future holds promised lies.
That our private place may someday be denied
The earth belongs to the One who created it*
We are only stewards of the area we possess,
Known to the ancients, this fact is no secret
No one owns anything forever is my guess,
So, enjoy it while you can is as good as it gets.
(*Psalm 24:1)
Written May 10, 2022
investing money
planning for retirement time ~
money pit repairs
The need to love and be loved,
to be patented and acquired for belonging
cherished,
relevant,
appreciated,
wanted,
and owned
resumes magnified
plaguing her mind
for comfort
almost
immediately
despite and even after the heartbreak.
Ownership
Haiku: Miracle Man
5/16/2023
Yesterday, was mine.
Today, another blessing.
Tomorrow, God holds.
Targeted prey is pursued profoundly
Course of chase, chivalrous courtship
Pressure to conform brashly mounting
Coupling portrayed as claiming territory
Ownership is onerous are words I once wrote
Telling of my possession limit mindset
Current seduction consumes what I've known
Muliebrity awoke signals love timeless
Pheremone flow credits his ferocity
Two spirits wreathed in fervent irking imbroglio
Merciless mission, man bloodthirsty
Firmament helpmeet blossoms binding embryo
3rd December
- Servitude -