Best Distractions Poems
The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream
Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams,
Are ripped in the accretion disc.
No longer avid, but seeking meaning in the mundane.
No longer enraptured by the she said, he said,
And all that jazz, no iota of care; for trifling muses,
Their short goodbyes or critique, no not one,
Their infighting and bad blood, no longer,
No nuts to crack, nor rain to flush, no iota of care.
It was never about who is better,
Neither has it been nor will it ever be,
About any Magnum Opus.
Like doors closing and skies descending,
Each visiting muse devoid of ardor,
Oblivious to the yawning dawn,
Or the scent of sprouting posies.
Jaded, without allure or sheen
And devoid of all its lustre.
Maybe one day soon a spark will reignite
And reanimate this frenetic mused madness
But until then...
I remain adrift in this sea of trivialities,
Worrying about trifling stuff
Like ad blockers and AI opinions
And irked...
By their emasculating knowledge
Poem Of The Week(POTW) -9/15/2024 To 9/21/2024
Distractions, distractions, are life's way,
To interrupt our thoughts throughout the day.
We live in a fast pace world.
As events unfold, we are in turmoil.
Why does that have to be?
Why do we look, and not really see?
Well my guess its just the Trickster,
Because the devil in his world, is a petty fixer.
Distractions, sports games, family, errands, whatever,
Take us off course, forgetting our sisters and brothers.
All have bills, worries and regrets
But we should have faith in God, and never forget.
When we think all is against us,
Trust in Our Father, and his son Jesus.
If it is Gods will, distractions will be gone,
The trickster, will be shut out, where he doesn't belong.
The gift that Jesus gave us a long time ago,
Is the real story here, because He love us so.
The greatest gift given to us was from the Father, a gift to humanity,
To allow us to live in His Kingdom, distractions gone, a new community.
By Dana Redricks
January 6, 2020
Life is full of distractions
that can get us off track
We tend to lose our focus
on what really matters most
Tunnel vision often deters us
from our destiny making it
hard for us to see
Something magnificent awaits
us if we keep our eyes on the
prize
Never lose your focus because
you are closer than you think
Keep pressing forward until
at last you cross the finish line
I burnt to death
a thousand times
whilst I was consumed by smoke
you took my breath
two faces painted
upon your palms
I raise my hand
to report this harm
so calm I sit
amidst the flames
analysing if I'm to blame
it takes my time
distracts my thoughts
tiny raindrops of comfort sought
but rain brings clouds
shadowed days
no exit despite a myriad of ways
I'll rest in bed
perhaps grow roots
my carcassed lungs
the smoke still pollutes
a single thread holds me aloft
no fall for me will be soft
pillars and spikes
of stone and smoke
speared or just left to choke
a thousand worlds I'll never see
none shaped just right to inhabit me
too much attached
to brain or limb
all waters unsafe for me to swim
counsel all look separate ways
can't consolidate who leaves or stays
micro exits in my head
escape temporarily
from overbearing dread
I fear I'm too scared to exist
that I'll swap smoke for inhaled mist
capture life and drag it in
successful catch
but life doesn't begin
all paintings have an edge
where it will end
but beyond may be all pretend
or perhaps where days are painted fresh
and I am more and never less
and colours chosen
rather than set
and not alone
but rather met
and I can say which boat I'll sail
and there is no logical way to fail
and the sky is mine to stare right at
and it will not fall, judge
or want anything back
and I'll paint freely
with no pencil line
in a life
that is truly mine.
Detaching myself from past experiences' dilemma
determined heart of mine denounces deceit-dominance
dauntless to soar despite distractions…
Devastated by dear Mom’s demise
distressed due to Dad’s despair over his darling’s death
despondent soul faced courage draining…
Demoralized with Brod’s departure from vowed kingdom duties
decreasing steadfastness questioned difficult virtue-demands
debilitating commitment’s diligence, struggling to defy doubts…
Despicable guilt-angst drowned my devotion
dampening service zeal with deafening “don’ts”
drying the will’s sap with demeaning failure doom…
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Delivered triumphantly from days of despair
discreet spirit does cleave to God for His direction
daily yielding to Him midst complete dependence…
Dealt well by the Saviour’s grace to face such decade
dedicated indomitable spirit, propped with decisiveness
deterred not to deny my LORD Who secures me around His defense…
Driven now to ascend midst lurking detours
divinely-braced faith derails disorientation
drawn* to GOD for reaching-out ministerial delight.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
January 13, 2021
How many devices do you own?
How many notification beeps can you identify?
As for me, I can recognize when I have a phone call
Voice mail or email
Different and distinct tones tell me when someone “likes”
My social media post or responds to another
Or comments on my blog
Of course, I awaken to an alarm (on my phone instead of an actual clock)
I don’t keep a digital calendar (mine still hangs on the wall)
And I don’t keep track my daily steps
But if I did
Those would have to be added to the acophony, wouldn’t they?
So many things
Sometimes we’re tempted to argue with Jesus in the gospel passage
But I’m different, we want to say
“Sure, I’m busy… but I can listen to you too, Lord
I’m sure of it”.
I lay awake once again
Unable to clear my head.
I wish this storm of thoughts would cease,
And allow me to go to bed.
I dream about the future.
I reminisce about the past.
I think about things I could have done.
A funny thought crosses my mind and makes me laugh.
I try to comprehend the vastness of space,
And speculate about aliens.
I theorize about time travel
And what was there before time began.
I try to count some sheep
But they mull around so fast.
I lose track and have to start over.
How much time has past?
I think I figured out why we have wisdom teeth,
Where Atlantis may be, any why we end prayers with Amen.
I paint a picture in my mind.
Then erase it, and paint it once again.
I do everything but sleep.
Then I wonder why we even need to.
Imagine everything we could accomplish if we didn't.
Probably nothing, just like I do.
Tension’s thick and I feel your reaction
Workplace under a spirit of control
Oh this is just a major distraction
It’s making you miss the primary goal
Keep your focus on what God has in store
Workplace under a spirit of control
Please listen quietly and shut the door
Block out the noise for there is so much more
Keep your focus on what God has before
I know you don’t want to become hardcore
There is a blessing waiting there for you
Block out the noise there is so much in store
With the help of God you can make it through
Nothing is to hard for God up above
There is a blessing waiting there for you
Encourage each other and spread your love
Tension’s thick and I feel your reaction
There is a blessing waiting there for you
Oh this is just a major distraction
#"Don't Turn Away!"
At least of all, NOT today!
You ARE being spoken too, yes YOU!
This goes far beyond mere noise, and the volumes are deafening! What am I referring to? The Ultimate Gifted Voice, "WITHIN".
But, sometimes we opt to ignore it...
And yet, it chooses NOT to ignore us!
How fortunate is that?
What a REPLENISHING supply!
The GOLDEN VOICE asks, how long will you keep procrastinating? I AM WITHIN YOU TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR ESCALATING!
Someone elects to sleep...
the inner voice weeps; it yells, it rages,
it screams it's time to advance to
NEW STAGES!
"WAKE UP!
IT'S TIME FOR A SHAKE-UP! ! !"
It's Time, to Align, for an ADVANCED Version of "YOU"! An ENHANCED Pay-Off from Mere ACTIONS Pursued!
©Renee D. Gross (GHPPR) 2023#
Envious of things ever so various
Furious of others’ successes
Paying close attention to goals becoming precarious
That have deeply consumed my mind
Especially what others have achieved in little time.
Focused on everyone else’s aspirations
While my own goals continue to decline
Submissive to any sort of temptation
Forces its way back into my mind
Provocation making my time benign.
Coming to a realization long protracted
To accept everything that is done and gone
To move forward and not become distracted
Disregarding leeches attached like a prawn
Setting mindset to additives not what’s subtracted.
It is an everlasting challenge
To ignore all of your shortcomings
Even harder to focus just on yourself
And to not think about everyone else.
One must continue to remember
That only you can change your life
You are the lone sole contender
It is only your hand holding that knife
That flips through the pages of life
Striding forward with any sense of fight.
Regardless of others’ successes
Envious of them ever so various
Accept that the past is done and gone
Control your own future
Not any other person but you.
Many will laugh and talk with you
Many will eat and drink with you
Many will pretend as if they are with you.
No evil distractions
Many will say good things about you and
many will say bad things about you.
No evil distractions
Many will come in the name of the lord and
pretend to be in one accord.
No evil distractions
Many will tell lies and spread rumors about you
because they want others to hate and rise up
against you.
No evil distractions
Many will deny you and betray you just to get
the benefit of a favor for self-gratification from
another person.
No evil distractions
Many will shout and sing praises claiming they are
doing it in the fathers name but praying for your life
to waste down the drain.
No evil distractions
Many will try to get close to you because they want
to hurt you and destroy you.
Let us be careful in our lives who we admit in and entertain.
No evil distractions
There's an intuitive notion
That the world is bound
By the grace of something
That'll never be found
Hatred and heartache
Spread, across the lands
Love stays oblivious
While marching in bands
Intentions grow strong
For the good of us all
But the outlook is Blick
With a group so small
Growth in the numbers
Who's had growth in the heart
Will eventually see that the universe
Is both near and far.
I don't know the current fashions, famous brands, or latest styles.
But I know my way through wooded parks and trails that wind for miles.
Haven't had TV for several years, nor seen the latest movies.
Couldn't name the actor-of-the-year or Hollywood's newest floozies.
No evening news disrupts my peace, nor steals my precious time.
Won't allow continual sadness control the atmosphere of my mind.
Each day delivers brand new hours for each of us to choose
Unthankful thoughts and bitterness or peace and gratitude
Distractions steal our focus while we lose life's simple pleasures
Postponing goals and exercise, forsaking those we treasure.
Decide today to guard your life from trivial distractions
And do the things that mean the most with peace and satisfaction.
PS© 2017
"In the very same way,
that the media distracts
us from what's important,
by broadcasting trivial mess,
the enemy will attack our
person, in an attempt to
distract us, from our
PURPOSE."
~Danita Michelle ? 14April2016
People enjoy Specificity
So I’ll give them what they want
Deliberately after the murky rain fell for what seemed like years
I sat in a corner of the coffee shop on my Windows HP Pavilion x360
Doing the multitudes of work that towered over me like the overtly bright fluorescent lights
I begin utter work and answer the intellectual questions of others because sometimes we are in positions that require us to step up and deliver the knowledge the world needs.
Soon my mind goes astray and becomes, some would say distracted, aloof
I stand up with my gross casual tennis shoes and I frolick out
I wouldn’t normally be frolicking but the sun was giving out massages today with a free purchase of the calming wind.
Rays fluttered through the clouds and I listened to Mitski
Tranquility
Sublime Tranquility
I found myself,after the bright adventure, getting mundane food.
Extravagant conversation makes up for food that is so unapologetically pitiful.
After I engulf the rest of my meal I find myself like a bee to honey
Attracted to unique social interactions with other individuals
Catching up on how they are. Having legitimate connections.
Going outside under that big ball of fire
Exchanging pictures talking about the dance last night
Encouraging one another with bliss and optimism
Exchanging conversation about crushes and idealisms
Giving advice to a friend to finally come back and continue work on this dramaturgy packet
Only to get distracted again by writing another poem when you should be doing work.