my daughter has noticed this
like the most editorially vexed volume
and its observations
and there's a knock on the door,
and there's a man in the park playing the erhu on
a bench by the pond
the pond of dreams and small morsels of bread for the mallards
the waiting, the twisted heart,
the nausea and difficulty concentrating
i approach the man playing the erhu
he doesn't speak english
i speak mandarin to him
and as we part,
i laugh in the same way my father always does
distinct, undivided, wholehearted.
Enriching value into his Grand Son
Preparing him to become a commodity
Component of striving integrity
Education mode
Sustained episode
Grand pa’s teaching being attention in every lesson
Taking his wisdom for all its worth
To the highest in the ultimate
My Grand Father prepared me for college
Showing the protocols of lectures and usage of the Thesaurus intellect
His teachings didn’t stop there, it was a preserver
4 hours every day in typing perfection
Technique and skill Fundamental
Up the keyboard letter being
Concentrating on accuracy and not speed
My Grand Father wanted me to have office skills to excel
Grand pa knew best
In his last words to me he said, “You are going to remember this old man”
It’s hard to forget someone who had interest at heart and love for his Grand Son
I miss my Grand Father and his caring ways
My mind runs on him every day
I think often, and will never forget
Sorry he is not still here being my regret.
SYMPATHETIC RESPONSE
characteristically
assured
ideas
merely
tolerated
not LACKING RIGHTS
bearing
counterpart
trophies
without
pride
by GRASPING EVENTS
mobilising
effort
concentrating
single
mindedly
Night Owl
A feathered creature lurking into the night
They never sleep in the darkness delight
Always aware of its strange surroundings
Moves quietly and peacefully observing
With haunted and luminous yellow eyes
A night owl watches everything simultaneously
Balanced miles high looking down concentrating
Night owls prey and hunt ruthlessness viewing
Amphibians, reptiles, insects, rodents, fish and other flying birds
A skilled nocturnal hunter to devour
A captivating but rugged night creature
Adapt in its own inhabitant hiding in the darkest shadows
They survive in the cool breeze nightly
As a unique predator under surveillance like an eagle eye
Sitting, just waiting up high in silent
The night owl plunges from the tree top descending into the ruins
Another kill and another delicious feast
Everything dead is beautiful food anchored to the sky
I could say i come to you our Father.' Yet you are everywhere, even inside us..In every living think and all creation, you are
There.' As humans we consider you.? Yet
Cannot comphrehend enough.' Definately
Not all.' We have learned some of us at least..That you are a jealous and angry God
I do question the ( idea of an angry God?) Is it more.? That when you are concentrating.? Focusing.' Your sheer power is more discernable? Is that what
Other Chistians and myself discern of as
Angry? Becausr seeing your power
un-veiled is
Awe-some.) Is it more true?
that you will motivate and
Bring your plans; ventures, here and all
will be just fine..If we accept it will happen,
In your timing, all blessings.)
I have heard and hear again
The words of many, many great men
That there is here unseen but real
Invisible forces which still and heal
So, no disturbances of wild mind
Can cancel our peace or enter our time
Or force us out of safety, or push us out of faith
Or annul the blessings of your love and grace
So, concentrating on your holy face
I am infused with your spirit of divinity chaste
And I am re-anchored in the perfumed realm
With Cherubim and Christ
Enthroned at the Kingdom’s helm
her power is in her finger tips
she is concentrating, with closed lips
there is intent in her half smile
if you are scared, better run a mile
for witchy woman flies on a broom
she can catch you with a simple zoom
her eyes are black, her hair is red
she can conjure a spell to raise the dead
her incantations are right and strong
she has the force, she can’t go wrong
witchy woman, you scare me a bit
your familiar Cat stares me with a hit
you are formidable, not unassuming at all
Your cauldron is full, your spells are a call
I am terrified when you get down to biz
Your incantations better than a whiz
your power is vast, your stare is lighting
frankly, woman, you are a bit frightening.
dogs are barking
loud deep hoarse angry barks
staring up the driveway
I expect to see soldiers carrying machetes
or machine guns
or the secret police
dogs are concentrating on a walnut tree
there are moving shadows on the bark
reflection of moving leaves
In the name of the stars and planets.
We’re all lost in the oblivion of our minds.
While we’re stuck concentrating on our own sorrows.
There’s stars in the night sky wishing they could breathe again instead of suffocating on things they couldn’t control.
my own tiny Kansas environment owes me an apology
I have wanted a dog run built and it keeps getting promised
yet the powers that be have thrown rain into the equation
for two or three weeks, it is as if we have had a small tsunami
society is moving on without my input, aide or suggestions
I am tethered to my house, watching my puppy who chases cars
Worse, he runs around them as they drive and he follows pretty girls home
Two pretty girls keep bringing him back, and they all three seem to like it
I live in a fantasy world when I am not concentrating my energy on dog
A happy painter, a cartoonist, a poet, I keep busy.
in my art studio is a stack of thirty-two drawn out canvases.
I draw them out while I watch TV. I am adding paint to eleven others.
I am peter pan, but in female. I never want to grow up.
Never want to be part of the approved society, for I do not seek approval.
I seek fun, satisfaction and joy, and I am rarely disappointed.
My days are full of dragons, rainbows, faeries, and mushroom houses.
sacred, symmetrical, serious skeleton wheel
plotting out steampunk plans for the universe
Concentrating on circular curriculums
Decisive, deliberate display of planned plots
We watchers sit in wonder, wishing we could be of service
Knowing the sageness of your decisions must come from within
You amaze and enthrall us.
The swirls in the painting were thickly slathered onto the canvas
Would they ever dry? The artist was unconcerned.
Concentrating on the creative process, not the technicality of his art.
The art teacher was amazed at the beauty of the poppy.
This novice painter had created a masterpiece in this gorgeous floral.
The edges of the petals were crisp and clean, the folds looked real.
He wondered what else this young student was capable of doing.
The quintessential art piece, definitely juried into their art show.
Try to find good in each day
It helps me along my way
I look around
Trying to see where I'm bound
Hope one day I'll be found
Sometimes not so sure
Life's a blur
Anger in my heart
Won't let it tear me apart
I have to be better than that
Pulling a smile out of my hat
Concentrating not on what's bad
That makes me sad
Sometimes it is hard
Especially if my soul feels jarred
Lost in a world full of hate
Looking for a clean slate
When I'm down
I refuse to drown
Stuck in a thought
Hard fought
Your mind
I find
Is a rough place to get lost
Pain is usually the cost
Hard to separate
Love and hate
Fate
Fear leaves you stuck on the same page
Rage
Leads down an empty road
Doubles your load
Step away
Open the door to a new day
Try to smile
It will help after awhile
Make it your style.
When walking tight rope
Use your heart and mind
To balance the situation
To never get fall
Don't look elsewhere
Focus your mind forward
While concentrating on the rope
Let the heart control the inner
Stretch your both hands sideways
Like a feather for wind control
Step the right foot forward
To leverage success
Until you reach the end
To victory and never came back.
Would’t it be wonderful if this Christmas (and every day)
we understood the best way for any of us to live…
instead of concentrating on how much we will receive…
we focus on how much we we have to give.
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