Best Concentrates Poems

The Janitor
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

He takes the wipe and aims
At the drip of urine
He looks and concentrates
With deep ambition to
Wipe it clean and dry.

He marches proudly up and down
And flushes clean what's left behind
He walks here and there
And wipes whenever he can
He keeps it clean.

His face is...

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Cat – Ugly - Pretty - Ugly

Ugly cat invades us in savage fashion to steal our dinner
We’ll have none of that and kicked it out in the beginning               
But it keeps...

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If you fight with fervent heart,
roar of lion from your part,
perhaps true kindness will impart the vengence of a Goddess staved,
the moon now red with the noon's dead,
in your heart I'm sure is dread,for this rite you were not bred,
many times an oracle told: men...

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Who is this guy that sneaks around lightly
Then slinks behind his desk so quietly
He just sits at his desk and pretends to take calls. 
But I noticed he actually does nothing at all. 
His eyes focus in, on the girls in the office. 
He constantly...

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His hands are mesmerizing;
They move with easy grace.
With wide palms and long fingers,
He stirs this breathless place.
 
His melody is haunting;
It strikes my deepest chord.
His hands pluck at my heartstrings,
Touch regions unexplored.

I can't help but imagine
Just how those hands would feel
Playing tunes against my skin...

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The president extols his bravery,
praises his performance.
The media berates his mission,
questions his integrity.

His wife waits and hopes,
sends photos of the children.

Musicians write his story;
his mother prays for safety.

He dons fighting gear,
second nature to him now,
pushes away thoughts of home,
concentrates, focuses
on the present hour.

He's just doing...

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The circles of the bloody moon,
slide Northward towards the Rive Nile,
Death and raven drift above,
As mother guards her nest with pride.

The nightingales are singing near,
The nightly winds leave the door ajar,
The big bellied old man, unfamiliar,
Shows fatigue on his face, so clear.

The sheer brilliance of...

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The black smooth rough hide of midnight dark
Rivulets of dusty sweat leaping off
As he ran and dodged and feinted and attacked
The man, day-glo matador, flashing eyes and sword.

The baying crowd dry-throating the challenge and the curse
The black leaping forward to the cloak-cape-wall
Swelling eyes, and angry...

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The Gift of Healing


A friend of mine is a 'healer', of the spiritual kind,
She uses Crystals, Incense and concentrates her mind,
To channel all her energies, to bring you some relief,
She can heal your spirit, without need for your belief.


I too can heal I told her,...

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...and she can, can, 
she is better than a man, man 
she's a woman... 

she understands, how life works... 
she eliminates all jerks... 
no time for self destruction...
for mind games, or corruption... 

she knows there is no real cure 
she concentrates, her heart is demure...

she's...

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God has got many paradoxical characteristics
For example
He is the Giver of Life
And the Giver of Death
He is the Giver of Honor and Prestige
And the Giver of Insult and Humiliation
He is the Most Merciful
And the Most Cruel

God felt the pain and sorrow
When He understood it’s impossible
To...

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Beyond my Grecian villa walls of stone
  a great bridge does cross the river’s divide,
and the Maroochy water’s gentle groan
  concentrates my mind betwixt moon and tide.
Where over burning canefields black soot ash
  on an east wind past my balustrade blows,
and big...

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Yes, I know, I should be alongside.
Age and bad knees 
dictate that I am inside the cab
with a long, green leash
so Katie can run close by
every morning, 
for the last seven years
in rain, snow and sunshine. 


She runs in earnest ( can a dog do...

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Remonstrations, protestations, recriminations
In the wake of a calamity that strikes below the belt
In communities decimated and disabled by insinuations
Brought to a head when fickle feelings melt

As tempers in embers flare
In scenarios of utter disbelief prompted by dysfunctions
In families with implicit love deficit declare
A truce among...

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If you think physical toil is bizarre
and out of fashion,
Who will train your child?

Moses instructed the israelites to train
their children to be industrious,
and it was regarded as sin to allow youth
 to grow up,unconscious of physical labour.
If a child was to be educated for holy...

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