Holdings Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Ebenezer Scrooge

Ebenezer Scrooge - 
his holdings they were huge,
but, when he hoped to cash them in,
he found indifference was his sin.

Premium Member London property holdings'

Bad firm..Works with kahn destabilising
Property base..In London U K.' And one
Harbinger of massive harms.)

Monopoly of Titles

The Company which keeps titles in time does so in profited excess of allowance as time.

Under Guilty

Titles held in Observation of build, create discussion opposite of direction.

This Co Direction
Company Directions real estate holdings today include delapidated uninhabitable dwellings.

Dwellings owned by the poor.

Letters, titles, transfers and objective to directed finance create a trust opposite of intent.

Assembly Member Irwin are you withdrawn 
from holdings described?

Message Sent
Your email address has been verified and your message has been sent. Thank you. Trust file in the supreme court


OVER PRIVILEGED

As I walk into the large room
Full of bags and no spare hand
Looking for a place to loom
In a room so grand

Shuffling with my heavy load
Looking for a place to settle
I see a corner of some sort 
Next to a hot kettle 

A lovely place to warm my toes
And count my penny lasts
As I settled down my clothes 
I heard someone ask

Can I help you?"
In her most stern tone
I stood up and took my view
At her overly judging frown

Trying to make me look small
As she was the management 
I stood up tall
In her establishment 

Taking my time, Hesitating 
To collect my belongings
Knowledge that she hated
My existence in her holdings

As I shuffled in her direction 
Disappointment she didn't hide
Not a sign of human affection 
Waiting impatiently for my reply

Why should I satisfy her needs
So I showed her my back
To the exit I proceed
And loudly sound "no thanks"

Premium Member Come November

Come November, I think to myself
I shall emphasize thanksgiving in my life,
taking stock of my intangible holdings,
things money does not, and cannot, buy.
Come November, I shall be grateful
for family, friends, and the love of God,
Intentional in my feelings of gratitude,
as I have never been before.

Come November, I shall entertain others,
sharing the blessings that have come my way,
being more mindful of those who are poor,
realizing that to those who have been given much,
much is required; I shall learn the joy of giving
because I want to give
as I have never given it before.
 
Come November, I shall ready myself for love
and welcome the less fortunate into my life,
knowing the gift of their presence
is a precious gift; and be thankful for it,
focusing on Thanksgiving . . . 
Because I want to give
As I have never given before.

FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Written November 3, 2022
Submitted to “November” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh

Another Day Another Chance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NISkmC_4bNQ

We are graced with a gift and it is to be unwrapped, every morning 
as gentle as the peeling of the light when it falls upon the gloaming 
unravel the day like a present of love, boxed in the shape of a heart 
it is the promise of life that gives you, another day another chance;

Walk in the path of beauty gather the flowers you find on the way  
fill your arms with scented holdings and be brave come what may 
those tokens of affection are the presents of your daily romance 
they are the jewels that deduce, another day another chance 

Winds of change are coming and we need to stay afloat for now 
run towards the things that make you feel sane and sweet alive  
unravel the day like a present of love from the past and live,   
its the trinket of worth that bestows, another day another chance 

We are graced with the gift of today and so I hope you dance, 
I pray for you that you give life, another day , another chance.


Poetic Inventory of Me

I do not have
apparent estates,
fungible assets,
Farm, cattle
boats ...
I don't live in
sumptuous mansion,
luxury flat,
I live in socks
waters, four
distressed walls ...
I shelter daughters and grandchildren
on the living room table
tight ... alive
tight and not
I have a bungalow ...
But if we discuss of
invisible holdings, I have
a lot: thousands
of songs I love
and short ... dozens
of books read and reread,
hundreds of poems
I did and I do ...
Words, verses
and rhymes are portion
of my vast
repertoire of a
soul rich in soulful
effluvia and replete of
noble feelings ...!

Torches of Light

Torches of light appeared unseen beneath heavens secrecy door 
as I lay asleep in the wake of earth full living;
She cupped her breath and blew warm air unto the gifted child of grief 
sending her to the other side of the ocean together with the coral reef 
Bathing my tears with spikenard oil she clothed me with inner peace 
then send me to her sacred post dressed in golden fleece 
The sky stood tall and the earth stood still , I healed but not at will 
she had the touch of an angel and the holdings of a sweet until 
beams of light appeared in my grieving soul and slowly I began to mend 
until I realized that nothing in this life ever comes to an end 
torches of light appeared unseen beneath heavens secrecy door 
it delivered me from pain with something I could not buy from a store  
	L O V E  !!!

Echoes of a Mirage

Little splashing waves at the warm sea scented beach,
reflected moonlight large and low to seeming reach.
We were young, in love and trusted that destiny,
hearts so full of dreams and ideal ecstasy.
Acknowledged decisions within that star dusted frame,
embraced holdings that souls recognized as same.
Gentle winds as cloak of prophecies,
celestial glistening statements has no fallacies.
The instinct within that reach of loves purpose,
conceived fires in articulated hearts as furnace.
Deep in the soul searched visible silence,
twofold visions in one dream sphere reliance.
Little did we knew then in that close hour,
those pastures with silver edges are ours to devour.
From some fixed place of heaven waiting for years,
time like a pulse set the tone in that spheres.
Memories that still stand after all like a shrine,
rainbow bridges to cross at times are the sign.
Remember me beyond the silent land,
when you are not holding me by the hand.
Coming back to this place of warm quenching sand,
and shared vestige thoughts where our command.
O memories from anchored love of finished years,
nights of light satin and echoes of salty tears.

With Swords Drawn

Warriors of the realm, come the morrow's first light
We engage in a battle, and we must prevail
To bravely defend castle and lands.  We must fight
against pillaging foes. Our attack dare not fail.

We march to war with banners raised, and flag flying.
With our swords drawn, the raiders will be defeated.
Victory ours, while the enemy lies dying.
Our triumph told in legends, proudly repeated.

Men, let these words I speak, fill you with fierce desire
to protect loved ones and our holdings to the death.
May your spirit be bold, when hope seems to be dire.
We will champion what is ours, with every breath.

Side by side we will stand upon the battlefield
As guardians of our realm, we will never yield!



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September 19, 2020
A Warrior Sonnet Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless

Premium Member Horizontally Abased-

I stand for vertical holdings I sleep horizontally abased

8/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©

Premium Member Vertical Holdings While Horizontal-

I stand for vertical holdings I sleep horizontally abased

8/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Premium Member Everything Good Is Worth Restoring

We are going to see a lot of changes, happen in the days to come
A time of serious reflection, into the many places we come from
As we are faced with challenges, we will stay united and strong
Everything good is worth restoring and we resist what is wrong
Patience is worthy, while truth and justice have a way to prevail
The time for celebration will make its way to soon set sail
We will live life to the fullest, breathe each gifted breath of air
Clipping clamps from our wings, fly above holdings of despair
And as we fly like eagles through the open sky, thanking Lord
We will know, the American Dream is not lost, but restored!

Heidi Sands

10/12/19

Premium Member Where-When-How---

WHERE-WHEN-HOW---


Where do birds come from?
Where do ants belong?
Hallelujah

WHERE-WHEN-HOW

Where does darkness run;
When the sun does shine;

And where are the winds;
In the heat of the summer;

WHERE-WHEN-HOW

Where do problem rise;
When I close my eyes;
I can only see darkness;
Why?

WHERE-WHEN-HOW
A beautiful holdings is beautiful,
A waterfall is beautiful,  Why?
Just like you.
Brown is golden,
A moonlight is beautiful,
Just like you,Why?
Where- when-how-Hallelujah


3/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©

Qaabil

Restricting,withholding One-
Withholding all holdings in so many folds!

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