Best Concentrating Poems
Written: October 28, 2023
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Among the living is where perfection is found.
Stoicism is a path of life that acts as dull ground.
The advice is to focus on the bright side of life.
Dispel the negativity, and let vanish all strife.
Inciting people to enhance their morality
To foster resilience in the face of adversity.
Strengthening your resolve and impediment
Beat iconoclastic wits for a fine pediment.
Grasp of the overarching rationality
Sustaining integrity even amid adversity
The Stoic Path is a philosophy of such depth.
With wisdom and tranquility in your breadth
Life taught us to persist in the face of hardship.
To sustain balance while still preserving worship.
Maintain calmness under challenging conditions.
Surmount your inhibitions and avoid suspicion.
And to welcome fulfillment with dignity.
Handle highs and lows with stoic sympathy.
Stoicism, truly, provides solace and calm.
A way of living that allows us to fully qualm.
How? By concentrating on our inner proclivity.
And shedding our bonds is an act of loyalty.
We are liberated from the bonds of conflict.
And accept a promising, significant life profit.
The Stoic Way is a philosophy with lofty stature.
steers our deeds into an improved, sound future.
Integrity and prudence in the face of misfortune
To mold ourselves and have a vital life and fortune.
~ JOURNEY to the center of me!~
Yield upon this blissful moment!
In, a cutting-edge welcoming,
This minute can only maintain-
Yesterday’s journey~ Desire~
The world inside my head, can think,
Deeper than a dream;
Up till now, anticipation has hovered my present thoughts
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day,
In a cave, I call my insanity.
Hallucination, raveling inside my head,
I sit where my thoughts entwine with my elusive slumber.
Everything inside of me is lucid and lost in madness.
I perceive the proper perception;
to think is only a thought.
Today’s journey~ Sensation~
Barren thoughts never exit the aggression in my mind.
I stand among the crying thunder locked within my head.
Of sweet flower they arise and bloom, above all shores,
I embrace the beauty of my deepest emotion.
Sands of time litter within my walls!
My thoughts sit and wait!
Minimizing themselves down to a speckled dot.
They are a few, sweet and creepy,
Those grab my attention,
Tomorrow’s journey~ Pleasure~
Passion wilting upon yesterday’s memory.
Concentrating and unraveling every single knot.
And, still I go back and give that one look.
A hot steamy want, judged by my brainwaves.
Notions, follow a path and indulge with no escape.
Danger escapades into a naughty reflection, "I am my own diversion!"
My thoughts are thoughtless as they can be.
Brittle and little like you and me!
Still my journey continues to emerge with all the thoughts found in the center of me.
Everyday's journey~ Begins with………Determination……
by;pd
Why don't we escape
all the chaos
in this noisy world?
For a fistful of
precious moments,
let's just sit
side by side
out in the open,
completely silent.
Let's gaze at the sky
in the gloaming
as it gradually
changes hue.
Let's watch the day
age together,
marveling
at birds flying high,
blades of grass
waving in the wind.
Join me in...
this sweet surrender
unperturbed;
seeking respite
in tranquility.
Let's keep still
like Buddhist monks,
concentrating...
on the lone goldfish
on that fish tank
inside our minds.
Submitted for...
Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date written: 04/11/2021
let's not speak of it again
least it festers and takes hold
leaving despair in our hearts
let's dance among the stars
and shine among moonbeams
concentrating on our friendship
let's nurture each other,
facing a fresh new horizon with optimsm and hope
join me if you dare
"The Double Secret"
I am skin and bone
wrapped tightly around
an immaculate heart that’s hidden
but known to a fierce soul
Human daughter, sprinkled with holy water
Wherever there is Love
Inside you, there is the Light
to guide Love Home
a lost journey through Dante’s Hell now gone
Prison walls dissolve, He walks towards her
and says,
"Wherever there is Love
Inside you,
there is the Light
to guide Love Home"
Freedom is the token, Petronilla calls Home
There the Light shines, it’s
Always on
Heaven’s Gate burns bright
inside your soul
The Unforgiven, sees for once he has the light
I am skin and bone
wrapped tightly around
an immaculate heart that’s hidden
but known to a fierce soul
The Double Secret unfolds
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/scm
1 Peter 1
"The Hands of Love"/Miley Cyrus
https://youtu.be/YNDiED8aARk
“Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.”
“There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing -- light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light.”
“If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?”
“Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where you're headed”
(Jodi Picoult)
Artwork/Rene Magritte, 1927 "The Double Secret"
Petronilla, daughter, St Peter
The kids at play appear distracted,
Remote control is used to aim
As they engage in stellar warfare
They’re concentrating on their game.
My wife and I talk in a whisper
There’s adult business to discuss
Not meant for ears of little children;
We raise no voices, make no fuss.
Out of the blue they interrupt us.
They have picked up all that we said!
Their sense of hearing is amazing;
We should use code or signs instead.
How come their ears are sharp and active
When they are even out of range,
Then when we want their full attention
They become deaf. Isn’t it strange!
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Contest: Funny Kids Poem Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Placed 2nd
Unlike being alone
Celibacy is a choice
A commitment to oneself
Maybe for a lifetime
Maybe for a growth cycle
Celibacy is a desire
a need to focus
to reevaluate
Celibacy is a spiritual journey
concentrating with minimal distraction
time alone to reflect
to hibernate
then re-emerge
cocoon
metamorphize
journey inward
explore the great depths of the self
AP: 3rd place 2021
I had a “me” day on Saturday,
the kind of day I live for.
Ignoring all the have to’s,
concentrating on the get-to’s
Dirty dishes? Who cares?
Food on the floor.
Big deal.
I do not see a mouse.
Boxes? Piles? Junk drawers?
All can wait for summer.
I only have two days to get replenished
And feel refreshed.
I make the most of it
Being the most joyful, enthusiastic me
I can be. Treating myself to all “get to’s”
Worrying not a whit about any have-to’s.
It is my way, and it helps
Monday madness not stress me in
the least.
I highly recommend it, my friends.
She absolutely loved it whenever I would playfully call unto her, 'Boo Boo...
Twas so very adorable within her pink cotton dress, as white canvas tennis shoes
Ever this bright her dreamful eyes; a favourite attire and us being children would giggle ?
Beautiful, the expressions upon Angelica's face when concentrating a bit too hard; pouting
Velvet lips glistening when suddenly as ofttimes precious kitty Mercy would hop atop mingling
Colours only to find his whiskers once more painted in blue; tossing these tiny cups aside; hearts
Of a new song ? Pulling time's notes from my shirt pocket; ocean tides poetic, emerald skies....
Love, while the years passed by; carousel kisses, she read then wept a tear to taste rainbow hues, beloved.
"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"
In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.
Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be no peace,
so war and suffering will not cease.
In Africa their foothold's firm,
so many die from spreading germs,
they love to watch the infants squirm,
their bloated flesh the food for worms.
Their goal is to destroy mankind,
plant seeds of hatred in our minds,
their pact with Satan's sealed and signed,
in blood upon the dotted line.
The rain forest is their target, too,
cage all the creatures in a zoo,
cut down the trees and plant no new,
and watch the greenhouse gasses spew.
Make sure the seas are full of trash,
and oil spills as hulls are gashed,
they want to see our hopes be dashed,
the dice are thrown, the die is cast.
They sit and chew on monkey bones,
and laugh as storms destroy our homes,
in league with trolls and hunchbacked gnomes,
they breed in secret catacombs.
The darkness glides on silent wings,
and is repelled by just one thing:
the song of prayer our hearts sing,
with love we can defeat this thing.
Try to find good in each day
It helps me along my way
I look around
Trying to see where I'm bound
Hope one day I'll be found
Sometimes not so sure
Life's a blur
Anger in my heart
Won't let it tear me apart
I have to be better than that
Pulling a smile out of my hat
Concentrating not on what's bad
That makes me sad
Sometimes it is hard
Especially if my soul feels jarred
Lost in a world full of hate
Looking for a clean slate
When I'm down
I refuse to drown
Stuck in a thought
Hard fought
Your mind
I find
Is a rough place to get lost
Pain is usually the cost
Hard to separate
Love and hate
Fate
Fear leaves you stuck on the same page
Rage
Leads down an empty road
Doubles your load
Step away
Open the door to a new day
Try to smile
It will help after awhile
Make it your style.
UNWOUND
Sex n interest is a state of mind,
the better the tease the harder it climbs,
conversation puts it down,
distraction men have found,
it breaks the concentration,
spring unwound,
unwanted relaxation,
frowns,
so close your ears and hear her not,
concentrating hard as what?
slipping sliding till she's besotted,
sweet loving from a time forgot
fills the imagination.....
Don Johnson
UP AGAINST GRASS
I walked the usual walk many times
this walk had been different today
sensing a direction, I felt to stop
to see at something so little
realizing nature clearly was speaking
moving and pushing with the wind
as I got closer they seemed to get taller
strips of green captivating and waving
pointed bodies of green valleys
small or tall, new and broken
some seem sad and even dying
with shades of brown and yellow.
I would notice tons way out there.
as I stood back looking at shades of fullness
so many bundles in groups of gathering
like an audience awaiting
In the light they are transparent
concentrating true lines of greatness.
everyone should see such a site
they would move left to right while playing
sharing a gleam of sunlight
called a stage in the spotlight
a delicate performance of dancing
gifted little ones that leave us in amazement
will always fine them free or hiding
in any place, at any time, and anywhere
A funny thing happened on the way to heaven.
Of course I had been told about the Pearly Gates.
I had lived my life until eighty and seven,
And had always been aware of the choice of fates.
My death had been uneventful as those things go -
The funeral pleasant, the right amount of tears
Fell from the downcast eyes of those who loved me so.
My soul smiled a smile as I recalled all those years.
The transition was seamless as I used to say.
They laid my remains in a very simple grave
As my soul felt relieved and headed on its way.
I walked a worn path and never turned back to wave.
In short order I came upon two golden poles
That marked the main entrance to the heavenly zones.
Outside to the left stood about a million souls -
To the right rose a mountain of their own smart phones.
They carried signs saying."Even Hell has cell towers!"
And,"Eternity is long - we demand cell phones."
They gave no hint they understood God's powers,
And were concentrating on hearing their bell tones.
So there they were, Saints in an unending protest
As I walked on past thinking of the Golden Rule.
I did not judge them as maybe they did know best -
But I thanked the Lord that he had made me "old school."
6-26-18
For contest A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To _____, for Robert Haigh