Best Practicing Poems

Today we hear Positive Psychology is hot.
To not agree is to be both negative,
and a snot;
too cognitively dissonant
arrogant
and dino-snore-a-lot.

When your loved one tells you,
for the thousandth time,
"You never listen to me"
you have been invited to a challenge
of double-binding negativity.

You will not find it helpful to...

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My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave. Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first, like ‘Carry me Back to Old Virginia’ or a simplified version of Beethoven's...

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Practicing for Easter

I had heard from God high overhead
In heaven and here is what He said
Sings songs about me and my Son
On bright sunny day until it is done.

Songs in mind and heart start singing
Closer to God are constantly bringing
Who with others should always share
For...

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An herbaceous arbor
flanks the harbor
where he labors
fitting words to spaces -- 
blanks he fills, erases.

He savors bits of meaning, 
sculpting sound to logic's shape, 
annealing word and image, 
polishing a verbal mound
congealing on his pad. 

A bird chirps.
Song distracts. 
A moment's lapse.

He compares the bird's...

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a beautiful thing
butterfly whispers a kiss dreamed
gentle breeze blowing

~~~
in soft wrinkling hands
in the graceful age of time
in wisdom shared

~~~
echos softening
star fruits glistening in the night
i still hear you there

~~~
written words of love
passions etched deep into soul
timeless in the hand

~~~
golden lotus opens
universal transcendence
illumination








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if I miscount my...

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My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave

Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes  at first--tunes like "Carry me Back to Old Virginia" or a simplified version of Beethoven's...

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My shoes are the strong silent type in that
they rarely throw fits about the weather
as flip-flops do nor demand tit-for-tat
consideration when worn together
with socks.  It should come as little surprise
then that they’re white and grey, underemployed 
running shoes, meaning long strolls at sunrise
are just...

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You caught me, didn't you?
Indulging in a vacuous reality
I'll never understand, nor truly know
for it is merely locus of a bold phenomenon 
we call synaptic in a brain,
but for the mystery of sense,
we cannot prove is there.

But it works, doesn't it?
Any old reality will do;
my...

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Whatever happened to the true art of practicing forgiveness? There seems to be a zero tolerance towards making human mistakes even after the guilty party says they are sorry. They lose their Hallmark television series, "Garage Door Mystery's. "And they lose twenty of their Cross...

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Most of the music I’ve written will never see the light of day
I guess it wasn’t meant to be heard here
But that’s okay because still I persevere
Driven by a sense that it’s not for nothing

That there’s an eternity coming…

Where the symphonies in my head
Will finally...

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What exactly is meant by, "The Art of Practicing Forgiveness?"
Jesus Christ was willing to forgive us. Even going as far as
Making his ultimate preordained sacrifice on Calvary's Cross.

"On Calvary's cross I make my stand,
Poor sinful creature such as I am."

Baring the burdens of our sins,...

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Practicing the presence 
in the void of stillness,
rekindling innocence 
in vibrant blissfulness,
bursts forth effervescence.

Practicing the presence 
in childlike wonderment,
our inner sentience 
ignites the joy current,
nestled in contentment.

Practicing the presence 
as our breath gently flows,
the burning bliss incense,
our heart’s cravings mellows,
gracing soul’s ambience.

Practicing the presence 
in...

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The movers wheeled the piano in the apartment 
my tutors revealed plateaus climbed as an artist 
hours flying pages turned black and white keys charted 
scoured trying ages I played packed plight I started 
recitals, concert halls, from practicing hardest 
reprisals, my art calls, the...

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We
Practicing Artistry
Meet again
At a modern cafe
on another lovely day.

Words from friends
Amends....
Delights, enlights and with all rights
Hallelujah (friends)
Amen !!...

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The scratching wakes me up
Ridiculously unsatisfying
Yet notoriously put there by shingles
Or excruciatingly painful allergen.
A scream for help

Time is in my way
Sorry I sid not sneak my Excedrin pm into hospital
Morphine is not cutting it.
Each time more insistent 
On a more potent drug...

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