Best Possessor Poems

The child is a poet with innocent eyes
And a bumpity A-B-C rhyme,
A dancer whose feet with the rhythm of life
Move in jubilant one-two-three time.

The child is a doctor who heals with a kiss
And treats with a serum called smile,
A researcher who seeks out the meaning...

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I rise from deep within the earth
out of pressured lavas

I rise above the level into
breathable realms

I rise following the risen
He who set my path and
monitors my lift lovingly
tenderly, yet such pinions
given of steeliness unpluckable

I rise for the grace of the Father,
for the loving sacrifice of...

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When morning comes and grass is dewed, 
one looks beyond the window's view
The crimson sky, announces you
You spread a warmth, with revelry, 
You take our breaths, you awe the eyes
Old friend, possessor of the sky, 
you tint each cloud while passing by
O' morning friend, O'...

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"The Mirror of Lost Sees: Theophany"



The You in me
possessor of knowledge
heir of the prophets
I Am, the friend of He
the me in You, waits patiently 
watching you unveil in 
the Mirror of Lost Sees 

The Possessor of Unveiling
unseen You are in the mirror
walking corridors and highways
within...

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1. Earth

The designated household steward
Formidable, resourceful, and replenishable
Overseer of life advancement
Protector of the realm 

2. Air

The dynamic life giver
Atmospheric regulator and ventilator
Breathable qualities regenerative properties
Possessor of the realm 

3. Water

The paramount mundane neccesitator
Aquatic shapeshifter's topographical improvements
Liquefied nutrient entities' sustainabilities 
Provider of the realm 

4. Fire

The...

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The most beautiful girl in the world.

Have you seen her? 
The most beautiful girl in the world!
I have! And she is a wonder to behold
She stops traffic, no need for police
She lights up a room, she's that electric
She shines brighter than the brightest
diamonds and pearls...

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Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Simon.
He was an ordinary boy who did what ordinary nine year old
boys do: collecting bugs and putting them in jars,
speaking to imaginary friends, riding a bike along an empty road
in the woods….. 

As the only child...

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when staring at e. e. cummings’ little ‘i’
—not reading,
it reminds me of st. francis’ sublime yet humble lowly jesus:
“he hides himself under the little form of bread”

if cummings’ little ‘i’ meant
the ‘i’ overpowered by something like gigantic rock,
overwhelmed by this evil prevailing world,
or intimidated by...

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pulsating rhythms

carrier of the hidden

invisible hearts desires

mover of life's breath

possessor of one's longings.

 

 

(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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Quietly, the memory of my grandfather manifested itself,
In the colors and shimmers of the Holy Spirit, 
I saw his human face,
The familiar lines, the flesh,
The pair of oceanic eyes, slowly blinking 
Smiling,
Like a heavenly beam
Splashing upon a humbled earth 

Though I was interrupted by the...

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As I walk under a sky
Of thousands shades of blue
With the sun kiss warmth
Touching my skin
All I can think about
Is only you
Possessor of my soul,
Why are you so beautiful?
You’ve shaken my being
Just by knowing 
I am also a small part
Of your beauty

If the birds can...

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I am the river that flows into the sea
I am the river bed giving passage to the river
I am the floor creating the river flow, but we are one

I am both depth of heart and shallow of soul
I am the body, possessor of heart and...

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Mutuma was alone in the forest,
busy piling up his beans harvest
in his favorite sisal basket.

As he was about to lift his basket,
a feather from nowhere fell
on his basket, with a soft
landing. He could tell
that this was a strange event.

“How can this be?!” he asked himself.
The...

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On the streets, mothers grilled  guttersnipes,
   Not to squeeze runny nose and runaway,
   Perchance met by chance,
   Sangfroid song is sang by heart,
   Just an air breath of dare devil juvenile hector,
   A furious...

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Lament to the Spirit of War
by Enheduanna (circa 2285-2250 BCE)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You hack down everything you see, War God!

Rising on fearsome wings
you rush to destroy the land:
raging like thunderstorms,
howling like hurricanes,
screaming like tempests,
thundering, raging, ranting, drumming,
whiplashing whirlwinds!

Men falter at your approaching footsteps.

Tortured...

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