Short Possessor Poems
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Sang's riddle
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When does a man both rise and fall?
How can one resist yet heed the call?
Who is the destitute yet possessor of all?
I lift up my hands;
Up to the Lord the most high,
God the possessor;
OF HEAVEN AND EARTH...
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
1/7/18
from Genesis 14:22
I am possessor
of some poetic grace!
Sentenced to have some happiness
in commented praise..
But not having it in my pocket
no pecuniary pleasure...
This is the poet's life!
Blood and bone—?
Am I merely a man??
Possessor of what you might deem
A soul?
Little to my name,?
Tagged as valueless—?
Yet in this scant existence,?
I find a singular truth:
I am yours.
And in that, I am complete.
pulsating rhythms
carrier of the hidden
invisible hearts desires
mover of life's breath
possessor of one's longings.
(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
There is an urban legend
surfacing somewhere on the islands
that I am a possessor of a converted
fountain of youth deep inside
my bedroom closet
and every year on my birthday
I would take a bath
into its calming spring waters
enclosing the mystical essence
behind my perpetual childlike appearance
My
prayer
is a song
of praise for You,
my pen shall pen the greatness of Your grace
and write of how Your right hand has led me,
Most Holy One,
Your glory
is my
goal,
I
belong
forever
my God, to You
for You're the sole possessor of my soul.
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10.7.16
It's been my good fortune
to have this close friend,
a possessor of license
for flying type things.
He owns his own aircraft
for leaving the ground,
no wings fixed to lift us,
just blades spinning round.
A ride, two seat copter,
the feeling profound,
I feel as a bird must,
when flying around.
A heart no longer mine
My life not my own
Just a forgotten trinket of a unaware
possessor
Misused and mistreated
Endangered and damaged
Like a puppy worshiping it's careless
master
My mind full of doubts
My heart full of hurts
My soul shattering with need
Hope a limp colorless habit trudging
forward on and on
Without any living spark driving out the
dark
389.
The 3 Persons of God
Yes, God is the Father
No one can equal Him above there
The Creator, the Ender, possessor of ultimate power!
Yes, God is the Son
To the Father He is one
The Savior, the Redeemer, enemy of Satan!
Yes, God is the Holy Spirit
Whom the Father & the Son meet
The Counselor, the Inspirer, source of divine heat!
-11/03/2015
(Dumarao)
*3rd Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
On my way back home, I thought of you. Your face flashed in an instant. I heard whispers of your voice, so gentle I wanted to listen more. And then I felt how you vellicate my face, my neck. Your hand had its own brain it managed to go more downward. Your name flaunted like street signs, your eyes shimmered like stoplights.
I thought of you on my way back home. But you were never my home, and I was never your possessor. And now, I forgot the directions.
Knowledge is a treasure,
that accompanies its owner.
It is a power that commands respect.
It lives beyond it's possessor,
it's instrument is mightier than sword,
Raising human dignity among peers,
difficult to accumulate,
but easy to impart.
Not physical,
shown orally and in actions.
Knowledge is a golden medal,
once won, no one sees it.
It is proven through worth.
Known through actions,
no one dares disobey and still has it.
Indeed,
Knowledge is a treasure.