He slides open a shallow drawer,
its wood catching slightly
before giving way.
Inside, the day’s minor slips:
a receipt with a transposed digit,
a label peeled at one corner,
a measurement off by the width
of a pencil mark.
He sorts them without hurry.
Each paper earns its place
only after he reads it twice,
sometimes three times,
to be sure the flaw is real.
A pencil rests near his hand,
shortened from use,
its point dulled by careful work.
He sharpens it only when needed,
never in anticipation.
Some errors he sets aside~
not rejected, simply waiting
until their purpose clarifies.
He has learned that small mistakes
reveal themselves slowly.
Near midday he finds one
in his own notes:
a digit written too quickly,
leaning out of line.
He corrects it without comment,
then files it with the others.
When the drawer closes,
the room settles.
Nothing finished,
nothing abandoned~
just consistency and
the quiet record
of what the world overlooks.
The one who edited the placement list days after the contest results were originally posted...
Was your ego bruised when you read a comment to me from a supportive poet?
Know this: I couldn't care less if you removed my name from your list. In fact, I prefer that you did because it clarifies your pettiness.
As the world grows distorted and unsorted,
Guard your heart from gathering and hoarding.
Stay grounded in truth, separating the lies,
Seeking and asking for wisdom that steadies and clarifies.
The Uniform
It’s hard to read the minds of guys,
With guarded looks within their eyes.
They talk of sports and pizza pies,
And claim the limit is the skies.
They hate when someone clarifies
The truth behind their little lies.
They want the glory and the prize,
Whatever money never buys.
But watch the way the laughter dies
When one among them truly tries
To drop the heavy, cool disguise
And show the world he’s truly wise.
Are you being held back?
Are you living in your past?
Are you carrying the burden?
Are you bearing the brunt?
Have you more questions than answer?
Have you been seeking the truth?
Have you been knocking on doors?
Have you found the source?
Science always doesn’t answer, clarifies.
In meta world many things survive,
No text is sufficient, no explanations suffice.
In the world beyond, energies ply.
Let past be the bygone,
No pondering what might have been…
Just embrace the change unseen!
Step out of comfort zone,
Into the unknown…
Open to life’s embrace,
And let your spirit find its grace.
In every moment let awareness reign,
Open to energies, vibrations at play.
For in this consciousness, you will find home,
Where winds of change forever roam!
Poetry absorbs the pain
Writing something down
Helps you maintain your sanity
The reflection of a situation will give us the victory
The heart breaks through the misery
While words are cemented in history
Shadows of comfort will sprinkle your face
Blades of power will hold your mouth
Words of silence can’t escape
The thunderous ploy of your heart
Poetry will absorb the pain
Pain paints poetry
You will feed off every abnormality and
Reveal the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
Then after a while, you will smile again
Knowing that your heart bled because
It was a comfort worth exploring
It was an oddity worth refining and above all
It was a love worth mentioning
Poetry absorbs the pain
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of a situation
The sudden shift of emotion clarifies the darkness
The oneness of passion electrifies the soul and
Writing it down helps poetry absorb the pain
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Who sees and does not describe,
who knows the truth
and nothing explains,
who can solve the equation,
but remains inert,
who knows right from wrong,
but nothing clarifies
who can do something good,
but nothing good does...
Is much less than human,
much less than a man...
Is much more an inanimate puppet,
life It does not live... it just passes..!
Brave and courageous they know the power of love
Hearts that bleed
Live by the creed of love
Giving their all
Knowing that love is like a tidal wave!
Shadows of comfort sprinkle the faces of those in love
Blades of power hold their mouth
Words of silence can’t escape
The thunderous ploy of the heart!
Love is a courageous journey
It starts at forever and ends at never!
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion illuminates the darkness
The singleness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission alive!
The heart bleeds
Feeding off every abnormality and
Revealing the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
Love is a comfort worth exploring
Love is an oddity worth refining
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion clarifies the darkness
The oneness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission alive!
Hearts that bleed
Live by the creed of love
Giving their all
Knowing that love is like a tidal wave
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
between us, the words never explain
are absent in the case of broken love
the silence redundant clarifies
a buoyant positive soul dream
clarifies remembered freshness for her aching heart
she takes out her vermillion hat with the bluebirds
and her purple round granny glasses,
feeilng hopefulness once again
Hearts that bleed
Live by the creed of love
Giving their all
Knowing that love is like tidal wave!
Brave and courageous they know the power of love
Shadows of comfort sprinkle the faces of those in love
Blades of power hold their mouth
Words of silence can’t escape
The thunderous ploy of the heart
Love is a courageous journey
It starts at forever and ends at never!
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion illuminates the darkness
The singleness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission alive!
The heart bleeds
Feeding off every abnormality and
Revealing the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
Love is a comfort worth exploring
Love is an oddity worth refining
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion clarifies the darkness
The oneness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission alive!
Hearts that bleed
Live by the creed of love
Giving their all
Knowing that love is like tidal wave
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
It was a night of crescent moon, and the birds sang in tune,
And perfume upon cool evening air, said flowers were abloom,
Under the blackberry skies, with its velvet shades of maroon,
Wild rapture had returned, for it was now the month of June!
A creamy crescent moon is lovely, seeming painted upon sky,
Like the ages and ages of pretty nights, that it watched go by.
In the scarlet bushes and the blooms, goes the winking firefly,
And an enormous, uncanny darkness, a luster moon clarifies!
Pain paints poetry
Love gives us the victory
The heart breaks through misery
While words are cemented in history
Shadows of comfort will sprinkle your face
Blades of power will hold your mouth
Words of silence can’t escape
The thunderous ploy of your heart
Pain paints poetry
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion illuminates the darkness
The singleness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission purpose driven!
Pain paints poetry
You will feed off every abnormality and
Reveal the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
Then after a while you will smile again
Knowing your heart bled because
It was a comfort worth exploring
It was an oddity worth refining and above all
It was a love worth mentioning
Pain paints poetry
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion clarifies the darkness
The oneness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission purpose driven!
Pain paints poetry
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
the dark hides,
all lights...
the clear clarifies,
all colors...
but they are essential elements...
for our spiritual growth
There is no shadow of light
because the shadow only stupefy..
light, on the contrary amazes...
The clear only clarifies!
shadow of shadow only
when there is some light...
In the light, there is no secret,
all is in sight...
But it is in the shadow that
the mystery dwells... !
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