I need you to need me, and
I need you to not need me,
Because I love you, and
I cannot be without you.
Because I'd been good for a very long while,
my parents decided to buy me a crocodile.
Then all the kids on the block
thought I really did rock.
Till two weeks later,
another kid’s parents decided to buy him an alligator!
Shoot! And now some kid’s braggin’
his parents are gonna buy him a Komodo dragon.
Oh, my God! This is way over the top!
Will this neighborhood competition never stop?
Rescued and incurious as I dreamt to be
In forever August where I’m still a child
Wasn’t meant to be important, by a large degree
But it did, and I am baffled why this changed my sight
What I deemed as counted, weighted, and well measured
Failed completely now, and all what is left
Is that crooked smile over things I treasured
So my world turned upside down leaving me bereft
Seems I borrowed my whole life, and did not return
Streets that I can live without, yesteryears snow
All posessions that I had, were of nobody’s concern
On my couch I sleep in peace, if you like to know.
"I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine. No one can take them away from me." - Parker S. Huntington
Penniless and powerless
Naught is utterly mine,
'Cept one significant thing
That shall never be thine
Take thee my happiness
Take thee all my time,
Still, I hold the words
And I possess the rhyme
For poetry, thou cannot claim
Be I alive or be I dead,
Naught is utterly mine
'Cept thine words thee read.
What we possess is not our own,
Everything we have is on loan,
From when we are born
Until we depart
Our possessions will go
But some will keep their hearts.
The wicked and power-hungry kind
Will have to leave their hearts behind
Black hearts are unacceptable in heaven above
Because black hearts are devoid of love
Heartless people feel a need
For wealth, power, self-love and greed.
They think they will live forever,
And never, die
But death comes to us all
Even the rich and powerful.
Heaven is for the pure of heart,
A heart, that's true,
If you are heartless,
Heaven has no place for you.
I was walking in the streets in the country
Flagging down for any car
I was out of breath because I walked too far
A woman in a jeep stopped for me
I told her I want to call ol Jeffery
I am without my phone and car keys
I was glad when ol Jeffery answered me
I felt like I was losing my hair
however, he was there
I walked home worry free
Knowing he will be back for me
Losing everything I have is repugnant to me,
I’m thinking of a natural disaster, flood, or fire
How traumatic losing everything would be,
I can think of nothing so debilitating or dire.
I empathize with those who lose their home,
Especially quickly by a flash flood or a tornado,
It would surely leave one with a PTSD syndrome
Where everything dear is not even a shadow.
Still I do not think of myself as being materialistic
Things can always be replaced, but life not so,
Better to talk damages than to be a grim statistic
For a structure can be built up from ground zero.
One never recovers, however, from loss of life
Taken swiftly in the most horrible of circumstance,
Friend, family member, beloved husband or wife
In a situation one might think of as pure chance.
Written July 20, 2022
My most treasured possession is my imagination
Or my eyesight or my fingers that type and paint.
My most treasured possession is my ability to listen.
My most treasured possession is not stationery.
Some minutes it is one thing, then another.
My most treasured possession is my flexibility.
Or my empathy or my writing talent.
My most treasured possession is within me.
Something that belongs to me and no one else.
My most treasured possession wavers.
My appreciation for my talents might be my main treasure.
The finer things in life are not material
Cannot be measured by silver and gold,
But have an intrinsic, everlasting value
Like contentment and happiness, I'm told.
One cannot buy with money these things
While possessions can be comforting,
Like fine cars, elaborate furs, and rings
Only love and joy inner satisfaction brings.
written January 26, 2022
briefly uttered
epithets
in chalked
pictures
a
quest
for forms
to gladden & enchant
a delicate
response
to entrance
to save
a dream
a stimulating
force
with beauty's
imprint
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
To us
Complete sharing is difficult sometimes
Every man takes into his possessions
A little piece of the land
A little piece of the sky maybe temporary
And some even a little piece of the sea
To join the jigsaw puzzle pieces
To produce a picture of his own dream
How many square feet are required
To hold all of your stuff?
Will five thousand, six hundred do it?
Or will two hundred be plenty enough?
I thought about this the other day
When I was surveying my various collections,
And wondering what becomes of a rich man’s stuff
When they wind up in a house of corrections!
How much of their stuff do they allow them to bring
I’m sure the accommodations are not that spacious,
If it were me, what would become of my stuff
Would a storage unit be big enough, good gracious?
I am sure some people who regularly break the law
Must have this concern, at least, I think they would,
And if they don’t, then they certainly should
For having enough room for all of one’s stuff
Is a very important consideration
And yes, I think a lot would depend on the duration.
written August 2, 2021
I have a large
closed safe
with the noes
that I received...
and a delicate
box with
the yeses i won...
Don't be fooled by material possessions
that are owned only by selfish hearts
and the more they hold onto them tightly,
the quicker they'll disappear;
surely, they can make life much easier,
but not a peaceful one full of serenity.
Is it everybody's dream to own everything enough
to fulfill their materialistic needs through times of uncertainty...
if inside there's an emptiness deeper than any ocean's depth?
Spirituality is not dimensional as materialism which is clumsy.
Are they willing to make sacrifices
and only keep the essential things?
Their treasure has overflown and gold
is scattered around it to attract more greed;
will they give some away to the needy?
It'll do no good laying there worthlessly!
Material possessions are owned only by selfish hearts,
and prospering they are mindless of the beggar;
riches are precious jewels that steadily glitter...
then lose their luster when they're captured by thieves!
Fifty five year old me will be a gypsy. Solar powered bike/ car hybrid towing a tent will be my mode of transport. Unfolding continent selects destinations. Isolated majesty I will claim enrichment from.
spinifex spikes paint
sore heart splendour patched up dusk
remedies sunstroke
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