(a series of Senryu poems)
We no longer own
our music or software, we
we rent them - subscribe
Think streaming music,
productivity software,
like 365.
A company can
make one product and never
innovate again.
Once, you’d buy software
and they’d have to win your bucks
with something improved
But now you fee pay
monthly, forever - or you
lose that whatever.
Homes are out of reach
so people rent apartments,
Ubers replace cars
Think of subscriptions
as techo slavery, we
need alternatives
None of us can change
the housing situation
unless we team up
And elect people
who aren’t total thieves and fools
enriching themselves
It’s a crazy thought,
I know - are we capable
of it anymore?
.
.
A song for this
Touristy Places by Paul Russell
Owning Your Own Narrative
Fear not life.
Make your story. Your reality.
Make every minute count.
Don’t imagine . . . live.
Don’t borrow that TV tale.
Don’t wear someone else’s script.
Own the script.
Make your story,
the one with cracked heels and holy dust.
The one traded for bread,
but never for silence.
So what if others think about you?
Sing your song. Dance it.
The Lord has your back.
That is what counts.
Rights’ rollercoaster seats these three:
1 ~ What's yours is mine. If necessary
I'll take it by force and quickly flee.
Such a ruinous view lacks maturity.
2 ~ What's mine is yours, so you may see
when need unfolds or there’s calamity,
no holding back, you can count on me.
3 ~ What's mine is mine, my philosophy.
I keep my safe locked and hide the key.
Wealth yields a status hierarchy.
A biblical parable illustrates all three.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
When thieves took yours, they wounded thee.
What’s mine is yours that you may see -
the priest and Levite were not free.
Assets were theirs and theirs to keep.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
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My thoughts scattered,
my soul leaned toward
running on a Roman sword.
The enemy,
a futile life,
recoiled from this soldier's knife.
"Come live this way,"
the beckoned plea.
(Live less than you are, they mean.)
Oblivion
awaits us all.
I'll own my end, not the less.
investing money
planning for retirement time ~
money pit repairs
Knot For Thee
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Everywhere I from and go,
o'er luscious prairie and mountain snow,
stretched low and high the hungry hands,
and gobbled up the Promised Lands.
Gated fences here and there,
a posted sign most everywhere,
declare, "This land is mine! Beware!
Move on. Move on. Don't linger here."
And yet sweet breezes beckon me,
"You may not touch. But look and see!
My lovely land from sea to sea,
twas made for some, but not for thee."
Ownership
Haiku: Miracle Man
5/16/2023
Yesterday, was mine.
Today, another blessing.
Tomorrow, God holds.
Would anybody again board a ship
In which he'd shaken hands with hardship
Luckily saved by God we worship
Nearly the sharks joined from a flag ship?
Would one for the sake of kinship
Try the riskier journey of Airship
For a life to whom goes ownership
Or might one forfeit one's clear headship?
For God's sake let's shun every vessel
That makes one with oddest life wrestle.
Ownership
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Wealth does not stay with
one person to own for ever,
It always passes through many hands
Before it gets totally disappeared.
The house you laboured to build
or possess will not be yours forever,
Some one will occupy it after you,
They may not even know you.
What you treasured and collected
will be of no value for others,
It might get sold or given out or
get thrown in the garbage box.
Do you think you can own your life?
Any idea about your last breath?
How can you own anything,
when you can't own your own life.
Have a detached attitude in life,
Then you can be free of ownership,
Avoid craving for worldly possessions,
Never shackled by superfluous things.
His forefather migrated,
He left his kinsmen,
He left his clan,
He went in search of a home,
He journeyed far from his homeland,
He traversed territories,
None was befitting to settle,
Some were private properties,
Others lacked the serenity he desired,
He journeyed further until he found a place,
A place that embraced him,
A place of pristine beauty,
A place where the river
goes in a tranquil flow,
He grew and became great,
From a few people to a great nation.
October 28, 2022.
The earth belongs to the One who created it*
We are only stewards of the area we possess,
Known to the ancients, this fact is no secret
No one owns anything forever is my guess,
So, enjoy it while you can is as good as it gets.
(*Psalm 24:1)
Written May 10, 2022
Targeted prey is pursued profoundly
Course of chase, chivalrous courtship
Pressure to conform brashly mounting
Coupling portrayed as claiming territory
Ownership is onerous are words I once wrote
Telling of my possession limit mindset
Current seduction consumes what I've known
Muliebrity awoke signals love timeless
Pheremone flow credits his ferocity
Two spirits wreathed in fervent irking imbroglio
Merciless mission, man bloodthirsty
Firmament helpmeet blossoms binding embryo
3rd December
- Servitude -
Why can man not just be small
And accept as his fate
The small plot of land, sea, sky
That he is given in life
How many bodies strewn about
On a piece of land
Can make it belong to a country or person
Blood does not mean ownership
If it did
Who would own your land?
Ownership
By: Tom
3/15/2020
All I own is God's!
So I'm a cheerful giver,
who can't out give God.
Ownership
Haiku
By: Tom 2-9-2020
A job that’s half done,
Was better left unstarted.
Your work signs your name!
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