Best Possessions Poems
To
locate
God's giftings-
hidden within
we
Education as I see it and what it means to me.
I now tag Sean Kelly.
My worth is not in what I own -
In real estate, or company,
Big car or boat, prized jewelry,
Investments that have grown.
My worth is not in what I do -
The job I work, or what I’m paid
Awards, promotions, deals I’ve made;
How nice the office view.
My worth is not in art I make -
A poem or melodious line,
A bridge or building I design,
Or photos that I take.
My worth exists externally –
In God, my wife, daughter and sons.
My worth is measured in the ones
I love and who love me.
"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington
Penniless and powerless
Naught is utterly mine,
'Cept one significant thing
That shall never be thine
Take thee my happiness
Take thee all my time,
Still, I hold the words
And I possess the rhyme
For poetry, thou cannot claim
Be I alive or be I dead,
Naught is utterly mine
'Cept thine words thee read.
You gave me a ring that I might wear upon a finger.
A commitment of the highest order, asking
that I pledge all my remaining years.
Seriously?
~TH~
Because I'd been good for a very long while,
my parents decided to buy me a crocodile.
Then all the kids on the block
thought I really did rock.
Till two weeks later,
another kid’s parents decided to buy him an alligator!
Shoot! And now some kid’s braggin’
his parents are gonna buy him a Komodo dragon.
Oh, my God! This is way over the top!
Will this neighborhood competition never stop?
The wise, before the mighty king stood, carrying nothing,
Surprised the sovereign, inquired where the Wise's belongings were.
“All of value I possess, within me I carry” He replied!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
8 MAY 2016
Sijo: a three unrhymed line poem of 14-16 syllables long each: a)Thesis, b) Antithesis, c) Synthesis. My first attempt!
It's not that I miss you
You've been gone too long
Not that I'm still mourning
Though tears are still strong
Not that I stopped loving you
My love it stays the same
Not that I'm lonely
My comfort is your name
But if I could see you
My eyes would be whole
If I could hear you
To your voice my ears would belong
If I could reach you
With a satisfied touch
If my giving could greet you
And tell of my feelings so much
Sometimes I drift
In my immaginary land
Sitting beside you
Holding your hand
Singing a melody
And being your man
Give you things that are lock up
that only the living can have
Material possessions
Written By Dean Masciarelli
February 1, 2010 (7:47pm)
Material possessions
Hardly ever last
But there is one thing
That will last
In this lifetime of ours
And it is one of the
greatest treasures
That we could ever
give or
receive from anyone
And it cannot be
bought at any price
Because it is something
That comes from
the love
that is given or received
From another persons heart
And that alone is priceless
Society was petty tedium to him, but woods were friend.
There, by a pond, he fashioned a simple cabin shelter
and lived with mother nature as his favored captain.
Simplicity was his theme and need a perspective thing.
If it did not sustain, bring joy or entertain, he felt it whim.
To him, accessories and treasures were error-effort reaped
for they often severed and tethered his time and energy.
To his surprise, one day, rays of sunshine flashed a prize
so artful before his eyes that he wrapped it like a parcel
and hiked home to place it in a nook on his cabin mantel.
After many weeks had passed, he noticed with a gasp
that his marbled, shiny keepsake shone artful no more.
Smoke, ash and inside-other had all its glory covered.
He could not condone what his ownership brought on.
When the next day’s morning sun shone upon the pond,
in fronds, freshly-nature cleaned, gleamed one stone.
Losing everything I have is repugnant to me,
I’m thinking of a natural disaster, flood, or fire
How traumatic losing everything would be,
I can think of nothing so debilitating or dire.
I empathize with those who lose their home,
Especially quickly by a flash flood or a tornado,
It would surely leave one with a PTSD syndrome
Where everything dear is not even a shadow.
Still I do not think of myself as being materialistic
Things can always be replaced, but life not so,
Better to talk damages than to be a grim statistic
For a structure can be built up from ground zero.
One never recovers, however, from loss of life
Taken swiftly in the most horrible of circumstance,
Friend, family member, beloved husband or wife
In a situation one might think of as pure chance.
Written July 20, 2022
I will lie on a bed breathing shallowly, then suddenly depart.
In an instant all of my possessions will be yours.
Only then will you see what a slob I was.
~TH~
Earthly possessions Are a waist of time. Why do we focus on what we must leave behind?
We obsess over it. We kill for it. We will sell our souls just to own it. So why? When we die
it's all left behind. Such a big waist of time! The money we use to buy these materialistic
items, all left behind. The biggest part to the evilness that money creates. For shame they
put "In God We Trust" on the face of there evil. If you lack or choose not to be greedy.
Your looked upon as trash, scum, and evil. If you gain to much then you turn evil. Shouldn't
we be more focused on things like heaven, spirituality, kindness and truth? Gaining more
wisdom and molding our youth? Applying those good things. Putting spare time to good use.
this friendship
it holds me
until i hold your hand
if or when i spit up butterflies
from being trapped
in your warm embrace
soaked by heavy rains
weighed down by my most prized possessions
Buddha was a prince before he reached enlightenment. He gave up worldly desires and possessions. What does one now a days have to give up, when all our motives are driven by desire and everything we own possesses us. Is enlightenment itself a desire, and we just happen to stubble upon it when all the schism of life fall apart and reform
Possessions and Jeff Sessions
Brain lost it possessions,
When they approved Jeff Sessions;
Then flipped my noodle.
Drew Up A Blank
Played with a full tank
And deck so who should I thank?
Mind drew up a blank.
Jim Horn