Concentrating Poems | Examples

scared of shadows

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

Divine Destruction

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.

I Seek Fun Satisfaction and Joy

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.

you amaze and enthrall us

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.

definitely juried in

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.

Blur

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.

Walking On Tight Rope

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.

ALL WE CAN GIVE

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.

who am I channeling

words come to me in batches
for days they will include witches, goblins and jack-o-lanterns
like obsessions, they include spell books, brooms, bats and ghosts

in an abrupt about face
they change alliteratively into dogs doing daring deeds daily.
wild wildebeests wishing we were wayfaring wanderers.
prancing princesses providing presents proving professorships.

I do not control them, they are in charge of me.
today’s words were in my head before I got out of bed.
I heard the last two lines of a poem I had been creating in my sleep.
not unusual unfortunately.
What is unusual is if I remember them.

words can be playful, joyful, happy, friendly and kind.
this is when I am concentrating on poems for children
I do not think you can be too optimistic for them.

when they turn dark, gloomy and morose, I am shocked.
these are not my words, I think. Who am I channeling?
Poe? Coleridge? a serial killer?

words set the stage for my daily life.
their ambiance creates my mood.
I have no idea where they originate.
But they end up on a typed page.

seasonal euphoria

Do you think we’re the sort of girls to sit around on a Sunday night?
EAH (loud buzzer sound) you’d be wrong!!

What’s the opposite of seasonal depression - seasonal euphoria?
I’m self-diagnosing here, but I think I’ve got it.
I have all the symptoms:

Excessive happiness: a level of joy statistically improbable.
Compulsive smiling: grinning under the most mundane circumstances.
Irrational optimism: the feeling everything will turn out all right.
Compulsive socializing: relentlessly engaging in parties and outings.
Impulsive behavior: capricious decisions that lead to.. stuff.
Difficulty focusing: trouble concentrating on ‘serious subjects.’
Increased appetites: A craving for.. everything fun.

I have to call it. The symptoms are limpid, my diagnosis is:
Summer, seasonal euphoria, and it feels pretty good.
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Songs for this:
Rooftop by Kelly Jones
The Game of Love by Katrina & the Waves
DeadBeat Club by The B-52s

welcome to the Flamenco

ruffled high-heeled, high-haired
the Mexican diva begins the dance
her partner concentrating on her beauty
stepping automatically to the best music
welcome to the flamenco, with castanets
and jazzy snapping happy feet

Where Are We All Heading?

I have very few gripes to tell you about
But one major one is people who concentrate
On what's wrong with the world
Instead of concentrating on all the good things
That have come our way in the past decades
We take things for granted after a short while
And forget what it was like before
Where is it all heading?
Back in the middle of the 20th century
We could only guess at what lay ahead
Not an inkling as to the progress
The many gadgets that make life so much easier
More connected like never before
And yet this is only a period in time
With more gadgets that are available to us
Our minds boggle at human ingenuity
Last century was an explosion of new ideas
Never imagined possible before
These are the wonder years
We can only imagine what lies ahead

DP4 DIARY OF DIONDRA POSH: June these DAZE weary ways

Date   May  2051

Hey Diary 
I'm happier now. I've been 
On the pizza palace patrol Parole 
For  a few weeks now. The month
Of May is winding down. A few days
To go.

June  2051

I'm oh so nervous about tomorrow.
Diary I want this job!  Oow. It's 12:55
In the morning! I should go to sleep.
I don't.  No I refuse to wake up late!
Good night Diary  HOPE FOR ME.
Please!

June  2051

Hey my friend Diary I haven't written 
For a while because I'm concentrating 
On my interview in about  9 more
Days! Umm I am definitely  anxious 
But trying to keep positive. I don't 
Know Diary! I think I can I think I can
Oh! Hehe ha! I'm kinda scared. I'll get
Through it. Just having some 
Trouble sleeping. 
Okay gotta go!  Until next time!

First Day

I wonder who’s in charge of our section.
The anxiety about who will lead me,
brings on a cold sweat.

Her sweater is tight.
I turtle-neck,
over my sanitized cubical.

Small breasts, tiny and hard in the frigid light.
Her spectacles add no color to the sterility.

“Are you numb?” She asks?
‘Not quite yet.”

"It’s the white precision
that examines us." She says distractedly.

"Yes."

Have you figured out how to fit in?”

“No, please tell me,
is there a password, a special name tag?
I am sure the one they gave me isn't working.
Should I frown as if concentrating?"

“Yes that might help.”

“Can you give me any advice?’

“Your crotch needs to be tighter.”

A chime goes off forever.

I wonder....
did we clock in or out?

Frozen Pillow

We had a two hour car ride to the destination 
About 10 passengers but it feels like it's only the two of us because,
You laid your head on my shoulder and fell asleep
A nervous excitement cried tears that watered the soil of my heart
I tried my best to stay still and not wake you
Concentrating I become frozen
The only thing that has life is the flight of your hair from your breath, leaking out in the midst of your sleep, my chest is trying jump outside my body, oh wait I'm forgetting to breathe,
So concentrated on being a cloud for your dreams
A sun for your flower, the stem for your petals
I want to be your garden so I can watch you blossom for me, the same way you give me wings
p.s. I don't want to ever get to our destination...

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