Long Possession Poems

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Premium Member Snow Girl

with arms outstretched 
   girl twirls as snow falls faintly
                          in a landscape of derelict white
young face upturned
a soft mouth that widens
                        for her tongue catching flakes
                        like disappearing gems
                        small spikes of cold

a secret happiness in plucky spins
a pulse she senses like stitching dreams
                                          wistful musings
lifting her spirits from the discord of home
                                               scooped like jam

she twirls and twirls
        self propelled
        her eyes teary with the melt of snow
        till the gray coat of December slips from her
                                                              in icy silence 
                               like unspoken wishing
her dance
       whiffs of hope that steam the air
       an ease of forgetting 
                           her trusted possession
                           gleaming
                           just beneath winter's
                                                  stare




Poem composed: April 13, 2022
Revised December 10th, 2022
(Inspiring Quote: "...there can be no happiness...no hope no pride...
no present without forgetfulness." Nietzsche)


Premium Member Old Red


                        Oldest possession, I hold dear
                                
                        Loved since I was just a year...

                        Doggy mine, always kept near

 
                        Red fur rubbed bare, from baby's care

                        Endless loving gaze, his gentle brown eyes stare

                        Deepen lullaby dreams, a young childhood fair.



                          An updated journal rhyming acrostic poem
                                    Written by Bj Legros Kelley
                                            May 12, 2019


                                          Photo was taken
                                                   By
                                        Anna Marie Kaianah     
                                     
                                    
                                        Used by permission. 
                                 With her photograph entitled
                          "Grammy's Pen and Babyhood Friend"
                                     Copyright 1/25/2023
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member In a late autumn, when the last leaf sways on the branch of fate

In a late autumn, when the last leaf sways on the branch of fate,
I have not learned to love, only to possess, to capture in threads of connections,
Fragile yet unyielding ties, a dance of possession that knows not love,
It's more than obsession, yet not quite possession, an enigma without answer.
I do not let feelings live in me, but sink my teeth into them,
I sip emotion, devour desire, a predator of my own experiences,
And yet, there's always one, just one, who pierces through the cold walls,
So silently, I didn’t even notice when this miracle occurred.
Now I don't know, but I know enough, I carry duality in every gesture and word,
Even when I say "You are free to leave," my mind whispers the opposite,
And words become mere hollow echoes, if you believe them, I'm sorry,
For you can only leave when I become the last leaf of autumn, the only one left.
In this melancholy, where desires are winds scattering illusions,
Only the echo of loneliness remains, dwelling in each fallen leaf,
A dance of the soul intertwined with the memory of unfulfilled love,
In an eternal autumn, where only the last leaf knows the truth.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member An Object Called Life

A thing possessed by power desires exert 
turns into an object inanimate and inert.
A life untainted and vibrant if captured 
by the bloodstained clutch of lust tart
rolls like fallen beads, the string ruptured.

The senses drenched in acidic insolence 
don’t repent for a moment the presence
in dismal heart the perennial obsession
of fostering desires in their grey essence,
decimating the spirit of their possession.

A body accessed by instincts of desire vile
existence is no longer animated, it’s futile.
The sunken piteous mind breaks asunder
at threshold of disgrace where disdains pile.
Where has sanity gone, times don’t ponder.

The conception called life adored and prized
a precious treasure to be preserved with pride.
When it wrecks to crumble in an object ravaged
the heart spawns hatred stowing love aside
and doesn’t find a place for the soul shamed.

September 22, 2017
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member But For the Grace of God

A cardboard mansion, renovated expansion
No payments left to be made
Three car garage, a hungry mirage
An elegant dumpster buffet
Hand tailored suit sewn with laces from boots
Which he donated to a friend
His non existent gold, lost through the holes
A tragedy one can not defend
Disheveled and dirty and always wordy
Talking about his wonderful life
Has failing health, depends on himself
No way to feed kids or a wife
His only possession is his neck sign confession
"Have mercy will work for food"
No tears left to cry, society asks why
But for the Grace of God it be you.


   An original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
  There are nearly 1 million homeless in the US alone
    ! In 7 go hungry daily. Just think about it.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Songs of Soul COS No 6: AABB

"My name's Lucy, what's yours," with outstretched palm.
"My name's Kirk,""Hi Kirk," "Hi Lucy, you're calm."
Temporal a passage traipse in units,
partitioned Earth's axis and Sun's movements.
Temperate seasons bud the cosmos plains,
Text the gods, link the nightshade, spare the chains.
Constellate heaven, possession errs bliss,
Lease the sky morning dew, sunrise--lips kiss.
Evergreen sanctioned untrimmed yields to gold.
Shade, consumed by the sun, glaring, behold.
Unique tan for the wayward souls loosen,
Fading footed beach traces ought proven.
The eternal god's shade Sun's complexion,
Temperate gold buds, untrimmed, lease heaven.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member My God, Thank You For Showing Yourself Strong In My Behalf

April 2 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 16-18

Key Verse – 2Chronicles 16:9 For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to shew himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him… 

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SHOWING YOURSELF STRONG IN MY BEHALF

Thank You for showing Yourself strong in my behalf by Your compassion
While Your eyes run to and fro throughout the earth with loving motion
To seek me for Your molding’s perfection
Keeping my faith in Your possession.

Thank You for showing Yourself strong in my behalf by Your mercy
While Your hands extend Your reaching-out clemency
To uphold me against sinfulness’ fervency
Keeping my salvation in Your redemption-seal’s constancy.

Thank You for showing Yourself strong in my behalf by Your might
While Your deliverance is manifested before mankind’s sight
To guide me with Your light along fellowship delight
Keeping my conviction in Your truth so bright.

Thank You for showing Yourself strong in my behalf by Your authority
While Your leadership radiates with majestic sovereignty
To guard me midst attacking iniquity and tempting infirmity
Keeping my soul in Your eternal certainty.

Thank You for showing Yourself strong in my behalf by Your helpfulness
While Your protection exhibits marvelous kindness
To draw me near You with Your forgiveness
Keeping my heart in Your security’s steadfastness.

Thank You for showing Yourself strong in my behalf by Your presence
While Your provisions prevail over crises’ persistence
To minister unto me with Your care’s prominence
Keeping my life in Your providence.

April 2, 2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Journey Within the Divine

 Written: June 19, 2023 


Existence abides, an eternal flame,
With the need for divine guides to claim
Through space, it wanders, unbound and free.
A cosmic dance, a vast mystery

The universe, a canvas of vast
Where existence finds its purpose, its cast
In every star's turn, in every planet's churn,
A story unfolds, and a lesson to learn.

We journey within the divine decree,
Within ourselves, the answers we see
We all need one god and prophets to guide,
We carve our path, with hearts unseal wide.

Through the vast expanse of space and time,
We find our purpose, our reason to climb.
The struggles we face, the challenges we meet,
Are the building blocks of life complete?

Yet discontent can seep into our souls.
A longing for a punter, a hunger that grows.
Even wealth and riches cannot prevent
The emptiness we feel, the discontent

For life, you view, is not a possession.
But a fleeting moment, a mere concession.
Akin to a rental property, we hold it briefly.
Before returning our lease completely.

So let us not be bound by earthly desire.
But seek the truth that fuels our inner fire.
Let us embrace the journey within the divine.
And find the purpose that is truly mine.

For existence abides in every soul,
A cosmic tapestry, a story to roll
Through space, we traverse, with courage and might,
Creating the basis for life that shines with its own light.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Children Happier Than Ever Lie

Here's a question for

Whomever may have the answer

Because I am not in possession of it

Neither am i a fan of massaged statistics

And so called experts who them through

The media supply endlessly in droves 

But how many young children are choosing

To take their own lives and commit suicide 

Today more or less

Than two decades ago

Given that they are told they can be

Identify as anything they want or wish to be

Cancel culture has defeated hate

Racism and sexuality are no longer an issue

And expressing our feelings and opinions

Will set them free and in doing so

Help countless others out there

Who feel exactly the same

And always leads to positive change

Social media and living your life out

Online is far better and a more productive

Way to learn than from say actual people

Who may not have to look up

Have actual life experience in matters

That may be of use if asked for council

Not scoffed at disrespected and treated
as a joke

Which when you yourself will probably 

Much later older and wiser become 

Will eventually in time as well realize 

When your time comes around as it will

That you weren't quite as smart as you

Initially at first thought

When the numbers are all counted and in

And they paint a pretty grimm picture

As every year more and more

They expedientially go up and up

And expose the sad but real truth 

That modern day children are being

Forced into sacrificing their childhoods

By being exposed at a far to early 
formative age

To such adult themes

They are simply not well adjusted enough

Or prepared to handle or deal with

As it's not only killing their innocence

And happiness in the process 

But it's also taking and costing

Lives as well 

And yet we tolerate this

Believing it could never possibly happen to us

Or in fact it's ours that could be next

to live in Plougastel

I don’t know if owning a beautiful home,
Facing the sea, makes happy,
There are people who do not manage their thoughts,
And that makes them dangerous,

There are people who are convinced
That the Eiffel Tower is the center of the world,
And this makes them toxic,

I don’t know if going with a friend on a fishing boat
Makes happy,
There are people who do not know how to admire a sunset
And that makes them dangerous,

I don’t know if painting Breton watercolors,
Makes happy,
There are people who can’t dream,
And this makes them toxic,

There are people who cannot stand the silence of heaven,
And that makes them dangerous,

Living at the Tinduff, perhaps helps to understand this,
To gather before the sea, to face the cloud of happy fools,
To take possession of the castle of the setting suns,
To reopen the sacred book of landscapes.


Je ne sais pas si de posséder une magnifique maison,
Face à la mer, rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne gèrent pas leurs pensées,
Et cela les rend dangereux,

Il y a des gens qui sont persuadés
Que la tour Eiffel est le centre du monde,
Et cela les rend toxiques,

Je ne sais pas si partir avec un ami, sur un bateau de pêche
Rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne savent pas admirer un coucher de soleil
Et cela les rend dangereux,

Je ne sais pas si peindre des aquarelles bretonnes,
Rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne savent pas rêver,
Et cela les rend toxiques,

Il y a des gens qui ne supportent pas le silence du ciel,
Et cela les rend dangereux,

Habiter au Tinduff, permet peut être de comprendre cela,
De se recueillir face à la mer, pour affronter la nuée des imbéciles heureux,
De reprendre possession du château des soleils couchants,
De rouvrir en grand le livre sacré des paysages.

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