Centered Poems

Wayne Glew'

Had a look at Wayne Glew, having a go.' 
Has enforcement experience and some
Clues.' Seems confused about Porepunkah.' Then i am too.' A shotgun
Is not a precesision firearm.' A strange
Stew, two men down no ballistics statistics spoken..Which shoud be simply reported to my notion.? Brian Naylor a real
News anchor 'would had basic info to share with the state and Nation.' Another
Officer first reported shot in the leg.' Now
It is the shoulder..Which is closer to the head.' Now some bait is lured, 'up to a mill ?' They've said.' Sort of like having a price on his head..Meanwhile a crime wave is hitting Melbourne town, shops robbed three to four times in twelve hours.' Stressfull to the mind.' I see the strain on
My people, niw don't think on this I'm going
To be fine!!!

Centered

Things are changing every day
People, their moods 
You, me; us 
Constantly 
We tend to grapple to find the balance 
It's a constant ebb and flow
You find yourself in a sphere of having to run to catch up at times 

But sometimes we need to not run
We need to not chase 
We need to rest 
Find the balance 
Because as much as we feel the need to catch up
We also need to be centered 
If we're not centered, we will be pulled in all directions 
Holding onto things; we should let go 
Clinging to people that were part of a chapter and not the whole book 

So if you do anything today, remember to catch a breath 
Remember to smile
Remember the good
Especially in these times where good and rest seem to be but a memory for most

Self-Centered

Falling apart hurt
From feeling so wrong, so right
For egoistic heart.

Some Say

I've heard some say
Life is short. 
Enjoy. Enjoy.
Do enjoy while you can.

So some say:
Do the eat, drink and be merry dance
   for now is here 
   and domani be quite questionable.

Push aside all others. They just get in the way.
Be first in line.

Ignore the poor. 
What have they to do with you? 
They wouldn’t be needy if they worked harder, 
Right?

What? No ticket for tomorrow in your pocket?
No matter—you can always steal one.

Life is short.
Enjoy the enjoy.
However you can.
While you can.

And many a day
I’ve heard some so say,
say without the words,
say with the doing, 
that just-for-me-nobody-but-me-me-ism.

So I've heard some say.
So I've watched some live.

Me and Me

A selfish yes
An unkind no
Blind eye to pain
Deaf to insane.

Pray how 
does one retrace
for to find    that forgotten face 
to touch   that trembling hand
the soft unheard   to hear
the blank unseen   to see.

Pray how 
does one unchain
a lifetime of links   serpentine...
    I hooked to me
    me addicted to I
I for me
and me for me.

All the ways and all the days
all   of the all   of everything
that always be
just for me.

Can Be Conceited and Self Centered

should have spent more time
with dear ones that I do love
meant so much to me

can be conceited
is way that they want to be
meets their own purpose

do put pills in drawer
will not spill them anymore
know what they are for


had been deep in doubt
so brought whole bottle out
with glee she did shout

when we start to swing
different tune would always sing
 with me Bible bring

Song of Serenity-Senryu

       


                  seek serenity
                  inner peace, is in your soul
                  its river, just flows


                           9/16/2022
                               ~2~

Be Kind Anyway-Tribute To Mother Theresa

People are often unreasonable 
And self-centered 
Forgive them any way
If you are kind people may
Accuse  you of ulterior motives
Be kind any way
If you are honest people 
May cheat you
Be honest anyway 
If you find happiness people 
May be jealous 
Be happy anyway
The good you do today 
May be forgotten tomorrow 
Do good anyway 
Give the world the best you have
And it may never be enough 
Give your best anyway 
For you see in the end
It is between you and God
It was never between you and them
Mother Theresa of Calcutta 
A heart of pure gold
You cared for the unwanted 
You gave joy to the unloved
And you stood by the uncared for
Continue to rest in bosom of the lord

Self Centered Diabolical Scarlet O'Hara

Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes Ashley off
Expressing her love which is rebuffed, she hears a man’s cough.

It is that renegade, Rhett Butler, who is a scoundrel and a scamp.
You are no gentleman sir she says, and flounces off in a stamp.
Rhett is immediately smitten, and decides to woo this little pretty.
The Yankees are coming, Civil War is taking a toll on Atlanta’s city.

Belle from the brothel gives money to Melanie for the troops.
Melanie is Ashley's wife; she, takes it with appreciation, no hoops.
Scarlet marries sister’s beau, Mr. Kennedy when she sees he is rich.
Scarlet is truly a conniving, self-centered, diabolical b……

Gone with the Wind has humor and laughter and heartache galore.
I would ask that you read it yourself before I spoil it by telling you more

Self Centered Tranquility

Inside of our embryonic bubble, 
immune from outsiders trouble 
Blissfully detached, so unaware 
without any single, worldly care
Permanent ecstatic, numb state 
contented, equilibrious, sedate 

Seemingly impossible, extreme 
I can barely, realize in a dream 
Perhaps zoned out, on cocaine 
goofing off, to Nirvana’s Cobain 
Serotonin’s, absolutely buzzing 
my perfect lover, she’s stunning 

Is this just being, self centered 
never have to run, take shelter 
Am I the only one, of this kind 
perhaps, have a one track mind 
Unable to think, beyond today 
godless aberration, in disarray 

Helping out others, feeling used
giving to charity, getting abused 
Being judged, pretend neighbors 
giving service, looking for favors
Lock me up, in a heavenly tomb
like it was, inside mothers womb

Good intentions, bring confusion 
everyone wants, easiest solution 
Do no bad or good, its the same 
agnostic, but that’s just a name 
Put all this together, and add up 
joyous poem, or equally corrupt.

Inspired by, but not for, Unseen
seekers (joy continuum contest)

By David Kavanagh

Ignorance

Self absorbed, inconsiderate,
Thinking only of yourself,
Your disregard for others is palpable,
You lack feelings for others health,
Focusing on your own pleasures,
Fun is more important than rules,
Egotistical, self-centred, narcissistic that's you,
Your thoughts are "I will worry if I catch it",
Just remember those around you could catch it from you,
A deadly virus is not a game,
Your lack of concern is a crime,
Your opinionated you dont see the bigger picture,
You just carry on enjoying yourself,
Breaking all the rules you just dont give a dam,
Your empathy for others is so sweet ........ NOT
Covid 19 fact

Centered

Zoned out;
       all is quiet
Peaceful, happy place,
  the perfect getaway!



Date written: 12/04/2020

The Drawing

“The Drawing”


The lines set rapidly upon the page
In a rush previously unimaginable to
My wrist.  Possibly quadrupling my pulse.
A scratching.  I even hear the nib crosses
Mark the masses of form and shadows,
Beginning to execute
A design: the idea goes forth like
A burst artery,  like a poem
Of its own flow, it seems, taking on life.
I may even think of other things, yet watch
As the moves of the draining of the ink continue,
Although my eyes do seem to command and
Direct what is drawn of the seen and to-be-seen —
A sensing sight from a centered inspiration —
That my wrist and fingers try to speak..
Oh, look!  Isn’t THAT amazing!  How 
The strokes on the lush, forested face of
A mountain are calling for the same, very
Same course as drawing 
The feathers of bird wings!  I see
A soft meditation upon the Lord as my wrist
Continues...drawing the wings of a mountain!
**********.          ************.            **********

Oh, thanks be to God!  Oh, glorious is his poetry!
C) sally Young Eslinger 8/220...written in love
The Lord brings the golden tears

Swirls Centered and Settled

Would you there strongest tie not your knot
To That which the feeble me fakes not?
To that which the frightened me fears not?
To the sunken souls of the sadist me not?
And on ultimatum live in deceptions of desires,
Drained and dusted by winds long gone.

Would you there at best convince me again,
To the then lost, the love and in vain maintain,
To the then rumours, the winds gone and in it claim,
That for which the hearts heavy find happiness pure,
And on the ultimatum live in receptions of longing,
Dipped and dusted in fines of golden gestures.

Won't you for which I write, read and comprehend,
The codings, the wordings whirled and undefined,
That for which I shall presume to have embodied,
All my give-aways, the swirls centered and settled.

5th October 2018

Centered

the piano strings that thread 
the telephone poles
just outside where i reside
hum a stale tune through the clouded air
exit 
a horrid sound 
fills black 
the evil heart

i fear their poisoned blood
will flood 
the terrain 
of an already ailing world

and you know 
it is the vulnerable who suffer first

every chord in my body distorted
with no knowledge 
of who i should address 

i fall to my knees
whisper the word
“mercy”

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