Best With Attention Poems
I wanted
peanut butter and jam
But settled
for bread and butter
I wanted a puppy
but got a hamster instead
I wanted you to live forever
Until I wished you were dead
You promised me everything
it was always less than enough
You lacked imagination
I was never interested in stuff
Instead of substance you offered tough
Me not being understood was worse than rough
You bribed me with attention
so I would hang on every word
I was the invisible hopeful talker
who wanted to be heard
I waited for your pauses
Hoping for a say
But it seemed that you were breathless
morning night and day
Why did I think you were amazing
the true epitome
I believed in your greatness
the carefully constructed history
A lover of self a strange christianity
Your selfishness
became your blasphemy
Daddy, papa,
stranger, ghost
You gave little but wanted the most
I wanted to know you as a better man
You couldn't tell me that I could or can
succeed in life or truly stand
You lacked the ability to be that dad
All I could think was that I was bad
Still in some strange way,
you're the reason who I am and I'm glad.
My life didn't turn out to be sad
The ones in my life
Who I love and who want
I gift them with more than tears
I've learned through my years
the strength of my ears
By listening to hopes
I've alleviated fears
At times I've been their mirrors
By knowing who they are
I've helped them go far
They're better than famous
They are who they are
When someone is loved they feel like a star
All anyone wants
Is to be on the radar
So thanks to you
I'm seen in a way
Today, when it means everything
Things turned out better than okay!
My mind is always running like an overflowing faucet
Like a never ending bouncing ball that someone took and tossed it
Paid for with attention that I forgot how much it costed
As my mind will sometimes lose itself and I forget just where I lost it
A mind is that a beautiful place yet it can also be very scary
As those with sight to read the mind all readers be wary
Like the venom of a beautiful plant flaunting poison berries
Poison thoughts can rot the mind and the perspective that it carries
What would it be like to explore another mind
Is it like a whimsical circus from thoughts of different kinds
Or would it be a calming stream to help leave troubles behind
Perhaps reality is an illusion conjured from the thoughts we find
As my mind sits in mental slumber
I sit in a corner and sometimes wonder
How I allowed myself to be pulled under
By my own mental blunders
Still thoughts run like a marathon with no intent of stopping
Time would steal a moment's notice while seconds continue dropping
As time sheds into the past the present continues cropping
For time is neither round nor linear but explodes the moment popping
Times combustion blinds the mind stealing that which it most wants
Memories reflecting the past with the regret that serves to haunt
The present steals the frown from the past wearing a smile that taunts
Reminding thoughts that the confidence it bears comes from the pain it flaunts
In the past, when the present seemed to be facing a downward slope
As if the foot of reality lost its traction slipping on water and soap
When falling to an inverted sky reality extends a rope
Some may call the extension luck while others call it hope
Or maybe faith, hope and luck stem from the same fibers of thought
Like time catching us in the moment thinking it is time we have caught
Reminding us of something we don't know but ought
Control what you can control for time we can not
We have to write a lot of essays
and I love it - the twisting of words,
the molding of nouns and verbs until
thoughts are clear and paragraphs
sit symmetrical and idealized.
I’ll write a paper, and scowling,
write another version and another
- lavishing them with attention
until every word is perfect.
I miss handing in papers though
- paper is substantial, not virtual
and even if a paper wasn’t well received
at least you took a tree down with you.
.
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“You have to write an essay every week, 2000 words” the professors say. The classes groan - but I smile.
Pillar of Awesomeness
You are Woman
Toiling away the long hot day
Making sure of this and that
Hasty movements more graceful than those of any dancer
Pillar of Love
You are Woman
Tending to your brood with attention and care
Making sure your men are fed, clothed, bathed
Looking lovely as ever in your cute green shirt that matches your eyes
Pillar of Diligence
You are Woman
Learning to NOT accept no for an answer
Finding ways to make pennies stretch
Never giving up hope in the dreams you've set for yourself
Pillar of Strength
You are Woman
Doing what you can to make my life seem brighter
Asking nothing in return
Worth more than any diamond, my sister, my friend
Epitome of Woman
You are my Pillar
O’er the waters of time, with attention quickly drawn,
I, Thought, soar through the heavens with Memory at my side.
By thorn and thicket, we have passed. At times we've struggled through,
as all around us tears and shreds, and yet... time we abide.
Travel we, birds of like feather; black as night and strong as day,
A reflection, one to another; two arrows taking flight.
We chance upon the wind, unyielding as the grave,
Our ballad, sight and sorrow; two ravens in the night.
7/13/2014
(Inspired by Huginn and Muninn, Odin's two ravens)
Gone is peaceful as the night draws to close
while the diminishing light and quiet constrict.
This ceiling stares
this ceiling villifies
this ceiling torments my sleepless eyes
Its all compounded...the procrastinated purge
spills at anxious pace with attention paid.
Neglected trains of thought stagger forth
muscling for rank-all finishing first-Im cursed!
Harmony loses to chaos as these thoughts I here digest...
Awash in all this that we suppress while life distracts dutifully
and numbs certain processes until the day digresses.
Now I'll struggle to unravel answers and truths
to factless questions and malicious lies.
Disecting each query like eager
fumbling biology class freshmen,
hopelessly unable to identify the insides....
I'll lay fitful for now and envy all sleeping souls
enjoying dreams and waking tommorow refreshed
Im stressed and all my minds displays project onto this empty ceiling.
this ceiling taunts
this ceiling crucifies
this ceiling torments my sleepless eyes
A majestic Marine
Who was always was there
No other human being
Could possibly compare
No possible word
Could ever truly describe
For every mention of his name
My heart and eyes fill with pride
He was a United States Marine
Illustrious and respected
Yet he demanded none
He was always there
To protect his dear grandson
The last few years
Were Oh so agonizing to see
To watch a hero that once stood so strong
As solid as a tree
Crumble into a powerless
Helpless man
Yet he fought
As if on the shores of Japan
No matter how steep the slope
He never lost hope
It’s been
Two years and seven days
Since he passed in the fight
The only thing he would have said
Was "it’ll be all right"
Never was there a man
More worthy of the stars
He even had
A few battle scars
He fought at Iwo Jima
And Guadalcanal
And received the Purple Heart
On the island of Guam
He held so much respect
For the soldiers of foot
That his own role
He overlooked
When we converse
My parents hold true retention
The day I was born
Daddy Joe began to spoil me with attention
They said his heart
Was in another dimension
The most excruciating pain
I have ever known
Was watching my strong Marine
Whittle away to the bone
No possible word in diction
Could ever possibly explain
The gratitude I feel, to have
His blood in my veins
I love you Daddy Joe
Semper Fidelis
Written in loving memory and tribute to my grandfather Joel Allen Harris
MAH
Sorrow is the word of the walk around
The more you tread, it heaps abound.
You curve your lips to mend the world
And everyone around is a story unfurled.
You listen, rapt with attention
For you have to know the flow to dam the river.
You find a way to reach subjugation
Weild the soothing hand to their tremor.
Every whisper, every sob, every desperate shout;
You condone every cry.
Futile it may seem, you're full of doubt,
But never do you cease to try.
And then comes the point festered.
You want to be the sheep
Tired of tending akin a shepherd
Just sit down alone and weep.
A social worker bashed in my door,
seizing my kids on rumors
of bath time photographs.
On my trek to court
to rescue my children,
they forced me through
a biometric scanner
recording every detail
of my naked flesh.
I was lambasted by a judge garbed
in flowing black vestments
for exploiting innocence.
He paraded my babies
into the courtroom,
all three donning
fresh, hot-pink rags
promoting the latest
Disney tween idol.
When asked why we hadn’t yet
enrolled our oldest child
at their public school,
my wife confessed
we educated our kids
with attention to truth.
The judge decreed they’d
need a head start with
foundation trust books.
We journeyed home despondent
with teary eyes bleeding to
find our garden scorched.
Our organic source
was no longer allowed
do to civil statute,
so we wandered off
to mega mart to buy
death off the shelf.
The winds is too haunting
its dour, dreary and daunting
its voiceless song is wanting
for souls to listen it flaunting
Its whistling tunes that play
eerie melodies of dismay
oft sweet, oft an angered fray
they beckon me to come away
From my souls lone sojourn
where the ashes never burn
to reach out for what I yearn
learning to forget, to unlearn
The winds are too disturbing
and the chills are unnerving
so guilty and undeserving
of memories they're reserving
They are calm as moonlight
and a lonely souls delight
whispering sharp yet slight
with many a secret to confide
And I listen with attention rapt
at the words so true and apt
to souls that the winds trapped
that apprehensively adapt
The winds are so tantalizing
mystic, musical and surprising
tapering and quickly rising
hypnotic and channelizing
They bring what we forget
all our pain and our regret
words meant to remain unsaid
truths and the lies we dread
They are calling me desperately
the song turns a woeful plea
and I wish it would swallow me
with the whispers I long to flee
And be a secret of the breeze
the incessant mourns that freeze
the souls passing by the trees
the singer that no one sees
Setting my shivering soul aflame
my minds peace it can't reclaim
at times it whispers Your name
subtly, I whisper back the same.
I grin like a cat taking aim at a mouse
I groan like an old abandoned lonely house
I moan like a mother who's lost her child
I mourn like a tiger forced into the wild
I cry like a baby who need its bottle
I shake like a duck who's trying to waddle
I yell like a bear being targeted for prey
I fall like rain each and every day
I trust so deeply within my heart
I rolled the dice before you said start
I write with my heart and think with my soul
I make new friends with the young and the old
I scream with attention growing to myself
I hide with fear , avoiding someone else
I sing with wonders and curiosity
I value those who are close to me
I play no games or common tricks
I don't believe , in the myth saint nick
I don't think I'm ordinary
I'M JUST A GIRL WHO'S GOT A STORY....
.After Bill left the station, he made a pit stop down to the local diner, parked his car and
hurried in to get some much needed chow.
“ What’s up stranger? Haven’t seen your lanky frame in this fine dining establishment in
forever” she said saracastically as she poured him a cup of old left over breakfast
coffee. “Made this pot special just for you Bill, after I saw you crossing the street to come
in here.”
“Sure you did, Nette. I can tell by the grounds floating on top. I missed you too, he
grinned.
“I take it you had a good trip…welcome back cowboy .You want the usual steak and
eggs?” She didn’t wait for his answer as she wrote something on the order pad, spun around
and hollered out to the kitchen. “Dead cow..rare and chicken innards Charlie!”
“You always make that sound so appetizing, Nette.” She smiled her welcome at him and
headed off to grab another order. ” I’m comin’, I’m comin’, I ain’t your mother, ya know!
Bill chowed down, left a tip and drove to the police horse stables to see his patrol partner.
When he got there Gail, one of the stable grooms had Redneck on the cross ties lavishing
him with attention that could only be given by someone who was dedicated to these trusty
warm bloods. Redneck pricked his ears forward and whinnied a greeting to Bill before Gail
knew he was there.
“Hello Redneck ole buddy! What would you do without Gail spoiling the heck out of you
here?” Bill scrubbed his forelock and patted his chest while thanking Gail for taking care of
him while Bill was away.
“ No problem Bill. Glad to do it. You know that. He’s my buddy too you know. Glad to see
you’re back.” They exchanged pleasantries and Bill headed back to his apartment to get a
some much needed rest.
The next morning found Bill refreshed and chomping at the bit to get the scoop on
Brick’s mystery murder case. He decided to give Brick a call early before he headed out. (
To be cont. on Richard Pickett site "the team up")
I remember really feeling this void ...
I mean its really kinda hard to explain ...
It was 1985 in December ...
A month later in this world I came ...
I remember having complications...
Nurses screaming baby breathe.. but i cant??
The doctor said I mite not make it ...
Cause there's was too many drugs in ur veins
Crack baby was my very first label...
SMH that's a gd shame...
I remember being 11 years old...
blood dripping down my nose like paint ...
Unconscious on that bathroom floor...
they saying there something wrong with my brain ...
30 years with Attention Disorder ...
I remember your the one I blame ...
And I still don't have a clue where I came from ...
My birth mother's still M.I.A...??
I remember when my heart held hope..
And one day I would see your face ...
At this point I don't even need closure..
I guess its just a little to late ..
The only thing that we will ever have in common ...
just the sequence in our D.N.A...
Did you know that you have grand daughter...
Another child that you'll never embrace ...
I remember what hurts the most ...
I don't even know your name..
Discomfort . . .
with snowfall all day long,
with gusty winds and ice storm,
there’s need to be extra careful
either to get around on foot
or just to drive around the corner.
Midwest and northwest share
usually huge snow piles
some areas with wind chills
remind me of Chicago where I stayed
a windy city, a place with such beauty.
Winter blast has its alarming signs
to people in every location
it’s always repeated in television
preparing everyone for safety and control.
Along the highway logjams,
precautions are given with attention
that young and old alike
should follow what is right.
Age is only a spec of influence,
To dipping a heart in a Ocean
That the enlightened
walk away from.
But only a dual meeting,
A soul tickled,
Causing long looks
to Fatigable accounts
Lines to capture,
hocks to wow.
Remembering tho,
this M.O.
I scowled inward
To realities past,
Especially quite with attention.
Grew a big city mind,
in a small town
.Adding the rules of:
Instance’s complicated,
Orbiting what is,
hoping for gravity,
“Thought you guys were checking me out”
She said Free felinity,
few can pull off.
spoke as if to a crowed
Something I would never speak,
to strangers
Masculinity humbled to the fact
she’s beautiful
Keeping her in mind
for latter.