Long Possessing Poems
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“Wake to the chirping of birds, get elated by their songs, allow the music to settle in your heart and dismiss all defeatist thoughts. Instead of burrowing like a mole, fly high like a bird” ~ By Poet
Oh! Lovely little bird, soaring and swirling,
Sliding and sweeping, making the sky your pathway,
Possessing the poet’s soul, you make me cheerful,
With songs mellifluous and melodious.
You dive and glide through cotton candy clouds,
With dizzy spells and a spirit so buoyant.
You roam and ride through air, trusting on your wings.
You are out on an odyssey to cross a thousand seas.
With black and beady eyes, you spot everything,
And watch the world from up above.
You wear a dazzling robe of vivid bluish hues.
You have rainbow pinions and a beak so sleek.
You chirpy friend, as you sing in tuneful voice from above,
Your songs fall in my ears as midnight choir from afar.
As you warble in sweet rhythm and lovely cadence,
You tell me that sweet spring of beauty and bliss is here.
Georgie Porgie was a little overweight, since he loved tasty desserts,
Like puddings and baked pies; or green woods, full of robin concerts.
Georgie was ten years of age, possessing an impish sense of humor;
And played tricks on his classmates, involving frogs, it was rumored.
This sometimes left girls in tears, while boys wanted to thrash him!
But Georgie ran away, laughing, like violet blooms, of nature's whim.
As Georgie was only having fun, he gave those girls who cried, a kiss;
Like dazzling rainbow colors slip away, silent, before they are missed.
'Georgie Porgie, Puddin’ and Pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play
Georgie Porgie ran away.'
Fetching flowers were fading fast, lying on motley beds, in cool fields;
As fall season was flourishing, with friends coming, for fun and meals.
Fireproof, fragrant summer flamed furiously, on fuchsia fourth of July;
When flying family rode fluffy, pink clouds, eyeing bluebirds going by!
Georgie lived in the house of huge moon, inescapable in the darkness;
And dreams arose in glittery, gold dust, when all roads were calmness.
Saucy, scarlet blooms wore polka dots, skillfully crafted by the sun days,
On his street of striped, petunia contrasts, following nature's wild ways.
Nonrenewable hours drifted by, noticed, midst noise of neon songbirds;
As new neighbors dropped in, casually, with the noted confetti of words.
Black orchids lent dark to noon, as 'King Kong' coleus terrorized towns;
And plum, 'persian shield' plants guarded, the hues of sunset drowned.
'Brazilian blue' cacti were melancholy, in affinity with the sapphire sky;
Like the crimson rose memory of fire, or red butterflies, of no goodbye.
Silvery years passed, with velvet tick tocks, as Georgie tired of pranks;
And he dreamt of being an engineer, like stars, the adoring planets flank.
Soon Georgie took girls out on dates, and they often ended with kisses,
Like dinnerplate dahlia days of delight, in many dyes of summer riches!
Georgie Porgie, Puddin’ and Pie,
Kissed the girls who no longer cried.
Dear God,
Thank you so much for making me your child through my faith in Jesus Christ, my Saviour and Lord... Keep me always trusting You, and living for You by Your grace, along Your power, and for Your glory.
As God's saved child, perseverant am I to love the Lord earnestly
Always thankful for the privilege to be cared by Him unconditionally...
With sweet favour to grow midst divine nature, enjoying provisions constantly
I render obediently my utmost to Him willingly!
As God's servant, striving am I to become better and more faithful
Always humbled by His grace, awesomely wonderful...
With granted inheritance so rich and full
I fulfill blissfully His assigned roles which are indeed purposeful!
As God’s steward*, persistent am I to practice essence of sacrificing
Always glad as recipient of His marvelous blessing...
With heavenly wealth possessing midst transformation-processing
I labour cheerfully for His work, spiritually advancing!
As God’s student, teachable am I to learn from the Scriptures
Always ready to follow biblical procedures of perfect wisdom-features...
With prudent warnings against worldly vultures
I invest wholeheartedly for eternal treasures in my reaching-out ventures!
As God's soldier, courageous am I to claim jubilant victory
Always prepared as commissioned to proclaim Christ's Gospel story...
With truth and mercy that combat hell's misery
I share diligently His peace for others' redemption toward heaven's glory!
As God’s strengthened prayer warrior, consistent am I to trust His might
Always blessed in expressing my supplications in fellowship delight...
With faith that pleases the Almighty along fervent intercession delight
I seek sincerely His approval while surmounting unbelief's blight!
As God's settled believer, repentant am I to confess my transgression
Always grateful for pardon that cleanses iniquities toward sanctification...
With His kindness to forgive my admitted sins and errors by His compassion
I live wholly for my Lord Who does the best for me midst His preservation!
*1Corinthians 4:1 Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God.
April 15, 2018
One of the poems featured on the Poetry Soup home page on June 25 to July 1, 2023.
I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done.
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart,
during my exhale, all sailors start
to curse…
yet my grunt of thunder remains the worst.
My legs propel me forward, though possessing not one gill,
the underwater highway provides an ongoing thrill.
Mere mortals I glimpse at while stifling tidal waves,
as they struggle against the current, candidates to save.
Their bodies act as limp seaweed, very weak
while others remain bloated buoys, struggling to seek
a sliver of stamina, however slight,
their sun is not yet lit, they remain in a moonless night.
My ears discover the sirens, bursting into song-
they talk of candy sweets my appetite yeans to sail along.
However, my orb of strength is not yet found,
until then, I’m forbidden to go above ground.
Below in the underworld, Hades attempts to send
fingers of flame upon me, yet my armor shall not bend.
My joints ache,
my muscles quake,
yet the ember of faith I shall not forsake.
Eventually, I remain erect, not on bowed knees,
and have resisted pain’s pitiful pleas.
A son of Zeus reaches in to grasp my hand,
his grin stretching wider than the holy land.
His eyes are that of a seaweed sage,
with a chiseled exterior only Aphrodite could have made.
His words light my face with a single shining ray,
“You’ve completed your pool exercises for the day.
Are you ready for the gym?” he asks, hoping I should stay,
and I reply, “I’m in need of hot compresses today.”
I proceed to immerse myself in towels of steam,
while considering my ultimate dream
of strengthening my image, in the future I will see
the bountiful benefits of physical therapy.
for now please imagine generic
fairy tale characters
analogous if you will
to possessing physical, livingsocial,
and three dimensional
corporeal form (at least until
the end of this poem), and compared
to computer generated imagery
makes this request rill
lee not that impossible,
far-fetched, or difficult,
and most likely already
a done deal, hence nill,
null, and void might
stop the average
Joe, Jack or Jill
dead in their poetic iambic feet,
but would defeat
the purpose i.e, kill
and bring to abrupt violent end
my (very questionable)
"FAKE" purpose plus,
disallow me to distill
crazy literary whim of mine swill
culled via injecting
lifelike characteristics
into morality tale creations,
perhaps first heard
as nursery rhymes, drill
ling moral, perchance told
to your own chill
darn in tandem
with Cain and Able
by the likes of
Aesop, Brothers Grimm,
or Greco-Roman myths assume
Chicken Little, Casandra, and the Boy
Who Cried Wolf maybe
owned reason sound ding doom
and gloom alarm, and ignored
at their own peril,
when subsequent "FAKE" fume
issued turned out to be bigly,
yuge fire and fury
actual threat didst loom
(way before Trump
coopted those elicit terms),
and truly aye wonder
no lawyer got
called for said room
errs, which revision would
make them more apropos
for today and tomb
morrow, when generations
of future boys and girls,
yet tubby conceived
in the womb
hence law suits would result
into bajillion dollars
costs would zoom.
Winged, winking devils dance
on onyx tinted wings entice
burnt appendages so broken inside rib cage
Unable to fly out of this hell hole
a shadow lifted nevermore
a touch as cold as night lures steel cuts
knees buckle, locked down
nowhere to run from
Rusted chains tighten
each new link pierces,
digs deep the heart's flesh
not enough mercy to shred apart
desire kept it beating just
....this must be what love is
bound in arms
blinded souls cannot escape
Tormented visions
a dark cloud silhouette
spinning around the sun
ravished by chaos
an ancient evil curse arises
within shadows suffering
darkness inside embers burning
with hot pain buried inside ashes
Deeply rooted demonic forces spawn
an evil eye turns
evolving in bad deeds
capturing the innocence of the human
sacrifice
one beast of an unclean spirit
possessing love charms of a snake
coils with lust
putting a heart in chains
attacking with wickedness
Fallen angel filled up inside
hate and pride
cunningly from out of the ashes
remains a demonic lapdog
violating innocence
Soul of impurities
a shadow grows darker
in every love that is taken
unpure vessel when the eyes open
to the dawning light
A collaboration by Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
Four foot ten, and yet you make my pulse rise,
my weakness is I love the petite size.
But height's incidental, when it comes to
my veneration and worship of you.
You're a genuine Kewpie-doll cutie,
possessing an innate idyllic beauty.
When we met by that weeping willow tree,
a fledgling Empath, you felt drawn to me.
Your aura shone so bright; I had to smile,
for my fantasies seemed so juvenile.
And lamenting the briefness of the hours
I lay supine amidst summer’s flowers.
An alluring angel, you’re pure of heart,
a splendiferous sculpture, beyond art.
A Goddess, to whom I’ll always be true,
I don't know why you love me, but you do.
A dry habitat where sailing boats were invented
and the paper, pens, keys and toothpaste.
Also where beer was a national currency
and the last dress standing is preserved.
This dwelling offers worship to more than a thousand deities
and cats’ funerals are honoured with the shave of the eyebrows
The most numbered Arab citizenry
possessing the globally most spanned river course.
Eye painting is practiced by both genders
for healing ability and a cover against the sun.
Even with the myth of mummification and the awe of Giza
It is certainly true that one of its habitations
Was found to be swallowed by the sea
" Be like a flower, gentle, quiet and humble."
- Quote by Constance La France
Blooming Flower
Little princess blooming like a flower.
Quiet, gentle, humble and beautiful,
behaves restless pretty-witty, sweet-sour.
Gift of God : Peerless, charming and cheerful.
Me watching her day by day to grow up.
Little princess blooming like a flower.
Polite, compassionate yet smart and sharp.
entertaining full family through hours.
She is my source of energy-power.
An angel , competent and dynamic.
Little princess blooming like a flower.
Dancing, prancing delighted and frolic.
She is my Granddaughter Arianna.
My affection is always to shower.
She is possessing pleasing persona.
Little princess blooming like a flower.
Hailed as “Pearl of the Orient Seas” is my country
God has blessed her with bounty so richly precious
Including a glorious, peculiar history…
That really makes me constantly freedom-conscious.
In Southeast Asia is where she's settled grandly
Possessing distinct culture she shares with neighbors;
Her heritage nurtured thru virtues lived by daily
Exposes me to good values as right armors.
With her triumphantly fought-for independence
Wrought by God’s sovereignty with people’s unity
Along heroes’ ardor, powered by love’s providence…
Now, I’m anchored by peace and justice-certainty.
By right governance, my country is doing well
Against evil society’s destructive attack
My fellow citizens’ great fortitude level
Helps me rise, as I, too, lift my pals at my back.
Midst challenges besetting my country’s courage
Despite crises and calamities she must face
Still, her residents stand resilient in every stage…
Thus, I do pray for her to prevail by God’s grace!
I thank God* for my good country and great nation,
This is where my identity is perfected...
“Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!” My assertion!
“Long live the Philippines!” I declare, elated!
*Psalm 69:30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.
August 23, 2018
Edited on June 25, 2023
1st place, "If Your Birthplace-country was a poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 7/8/2023