Short Ownership Poems
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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: Miracle Man
5/16/2023
Yesterday, was mine.
Today, another blessing.
Tomorrow, God holds.
Ownership
Haiku
By: Tom 2-9-2020
A job that’s half done,
Was better left unstarted.
Your work signs your name!
True lovers if they had really loved, should take ownership and mutual responsibilities rather than evading and running away from any circumstances..
Relinquishing ownership over thought
It exerts on us no hypnotic pull
Ego may have desires but we do not
From head to toe bliss replete, we feel full
Who Has Ownership
At some point we may have to demand,
To see who has ownership of the land;
May be annoyed
If us they avoid;
Should not stick our head in the sand.
Jim Horn
There is no ownership
in the night
where dreams come and go
alone
we burn the dead like cordwood
and wait for dawn
to summon the authorities
(from my second book, LITTLE PINE, 2016)
Weed sprouts in my garden
it stays humble, unnoticed
grows together with crops
but suffocates most
then takes over ownership
and it laughed itself dry
when it noticed famine
biting my family
Life is so hectic nowadays that some people do not realize the importance of what God is gifting them! Accept positive change, take responsibility and ownership! And learn to love and live happily!
Tis the way of life's challenge as an adult male,
the prize parts in two fates: flock ownership tethered
innate skills, exiting rights the Bachelor's Herd
as skills tested, foes midst or yond; fail or prevail.
4 bullets over ownership
desecrated uterus
and hands
they aren't mother's
by stuffed bunny toy donated hope
at child
to whom God has forgotten to make a bed
simply
it makes you less human
browsing through
awareness oscillates
so renouncing ownership
resting both mind and senses
presence embraces vibrant stillness
remaining therein untouched
save by divine magnetism
as bliss in permanence
is gently so enabled
The beauty of nature doesn't allow for ownership
Count your lucky stars, we're all here to witness it
Nature is alive everywhere
The morning sun, the summer air
Say thank you each day for life's membership
There are secret things.
There are revealed things.
Secret things have:
Time restraints
Locks and keys
Seals and bars
Divine ownership
Revealed things have:
A free flow
A now time
An openness
A releasing
Father was a fast walker;
hard to catch up.
I am not his own child -
a misbegotten slow one.
A lifetime later
I question just when he claimed
ownership?
If there is any answer
it must wait now
for two graves to catch up.
Heart
is where
desire stirs
and also where
all such cravings rest.
When soul’s eye sees desire
as stark cause of our stupor,
we witness form as an object,
assigning not any ownership,
thus unshackling consciousness from ego.
Everything "mine" becomes "ours" and then "hers."
Everything "hers" remains her sole possession.
In marriage the ownership line always blurs
And as a mere husband I'd better not question...
Silence can be the best part of discretion.
one thing would have to go. it's a root we all know. we know it well. it's what we are.
society
lives on it. and it might be hard to take. really it just an idea. to set us apart. the
concept of ownership.
okay now what did that paper say.
Form:
Time moves on
distances separate
memories water down
we barely notice
as people come and go.
But then we often find
Sparks of familiarity
igniting life's essence
embers branding ownership
on the edge of awareness
love never truly dies.
Form:
Once committed to memory
the ownership sublime
Entitlement within your thoughts
caught in every line
Deep within your consciousness
intuition’s deed holds fast
Spelling out your right to own
—the only thing that lasts
(The New Room: May, 2023)
That road that I searched for,
led me into the words
Their geography inward,
their ownership heard
All possessions relinquished,
no teeth left to bite
The journey soft spoken,
—walking into the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
The need to love and be loved,
to be patented and acquired for belonging
cherished,
relevant,
appreciated,
wanted,
and owned
resumes magnified
plaguing her mind
for comfort
almost
immediately
despite and even after the heartbreak.
Form:
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?
Mind block, a reminder gentle
We have no ownership
God shapes us, upon the mantle
Let’s make Him our flagship
Foiled doership does nonplus
We go where God takes us
Pointless is ego fuss
Huge shock
Mind block
15-November-2021
Quietus
The flowering of hot, wet light:
reflections in the bathing ripples.
I wobble in an undulating bay as I
recall no ownership of God.
The action of our spirit:
the warrior who dances with the sun.
In this sadness is given meaning:
the deep, craning pockets of blue to be shared.