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How will my absence affect those I hold dear?
Leaving my children too soon is my biggest fear.
How will they navigate this world and thrive?
As their father, forever is how long I wish to survive.
I often wonder when I go to sleep for the last time,
what will be said of this life of mine.
Will it be kind words and a stirring eulogy?
Well, that’s for the ears of the living and of no use to me!
I’m sure there’ll be those with empty words
amounting to useless chatter.
Of course, I won’t hear them,
so that’s of little matter.
Some hearts might ache and yearn for my essence.
Still, no number of tears will bring back my presence.
When the casket is closed and dirt is thrown,
exactly how long before loved ones move on?
Should that even be a thought
if technically I’m gone?
I guess in death the only choice
is to leave matters of the living alone.
god's love is much different, our quest for love is not the same,
the world's perspective is too demanding, they play love like a game,
god's love is so patient, and peaceful at mind,
our rush of affection leaves us ten steps behind,
the friendships we build, builds our love at slow pace,
giving it time for slow growth, giving nuture and space,
to rush ahead would be foolish, because we'll miss the full affect,
of every quality we'de admire, the slow process of reflect,
a genuine story of one's life given with time,
the intricate details of one's spirit, to let love bloom and shine,
built on solid foundation, and not quickly shaken,
to see one's beauty of heart, and not quickly be taken,
the time that we take shows true meaning at heart,
to rush in would be careless, to go slow would be smart,
built on honesty and trust your friendship will grow,
if it's god's plan in mind, you'll never let go.
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07-03-17
I've come to this crossroad of my own life
I've looked in every direction
I've seen so many options
The roads all different
Smooth like my early years
Bumpy like my middle years
Jagged like my teen years
Dirty like my adult years
These roads points in my life
Been down everyone
Not sure what i have learned from each
Now at this dawn of my life
It tends to feel just a little different
I pen to my fans that take time to read these not so good poems in my head
I see the views
The outstanding support
It warms my heart to see how many read
I want you to see we all have the struggles
The same twisted journey
Past present and future
I feel blessed more now then i did back in 7th grade
When blank pages became full of wonder and hope
I thank you all for letting this poetry man affect all of you
Some how and some way to become just a little part of your everyday.
Other people can sit still.
They do not scream when they speak.
I have a cheerleader’s voice
even when I whisper.
My heart is a motor that keeps me running
in circles, up and down, over and under.
I think differently, not realizing I am impulsive.
Feeling it is the rest of them who are strange.
ADHD they say; yes, of course.
The problem is that they have to
practice with their medicines.
None of them work the same on any of us.
We have it, but at different levels, different doses, different volumes.
Some of us are walking zombies for weeks.
With no affect, only wanting to nap,
wishing we were not on it.
Some of us stop taking it, preferring to
run in circles, driving society crazy.
Some of us wonder why we are given this terrific gift.
We make wonderful writers, poets, story tellers, painters,
speakers after we grow up and do not have to act
socialized in a school setting. Maybe that is why we are
gifted with ADHD?
January twelfth two thousand and ten
witnessed near annihilation and destruction
of the Haitian nation
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of building facades
practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which indigenous tribes
sought safety in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg,
especially as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans foisted
forfeiture of land with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions
that rent asunder culture beseeched god when
these brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians to cease desecration
yet the peoples of this dominion rose
from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no mattered genetic pool
underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
yet within the very fiber of tropical man grove persons
patiently lined up their ducks
and declared as the first African American peoples
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the advent of the major earthquake
composed by this aging hippy type nerd
whereat remote control san voodoo affect every bloody word!
All you can do is make the effort,
To place love first to bring it together,
They seem like small steps, yet they are bigger than you know,
Those tiny seeds will sprout and grow,
Sometimes your voice doesn't have to be heard,
The heart of just being there can mean more than words,
The silence can speak just as strong,
The heart comprehends the tune of the song,
Heard in a way only motion can bring,
You can't hear my voice, but inside my heart sings,
Of hope and peace from the inside out,
At that point words cannot affect those fears and doubts,
It is sometimes stronger than any words could convey,
Love can speak to us in many ways,
Just knowing your there for me is enough,
Unspeakable love when things get rough,
Your eyes pierce through the pain and see into my soul,
With your lips shut tight you already know.
How can it be he is no longer here?
How can it be I do not hear that voice
His presence haunts me from his battered chair
Though I have money and no needs to bare
I feel the grief, the affect of his choice.
How can it be that he has vanished here?
What is the world when loss turns to despair.
When every sheet by weeping is made moist?
His presence haunts from his beloved chair
Now we learn the symbol of the hare
Unpeaceful, hunted, jugged or humdrum roast
How can it be when love should counter fear?
Into the real, we stand and longtime stare
We’re begging, blaming, badgered, shamed and gassed
Some presence feints with ours in death’s own lairs
Now the world of man has long surpassed
The time we could blame God for what we ‘ve missed
How can it be that He is never here?
His absence haunts: symbolic, suffered, real.
Worry blows things out of proportion
Carrying a burden too long will deplete your energy
Having synergy in this life is important
Hence the Word of God puts things in the right context
Knowing this, we can understand why
Recession does not affect the Word of God!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry!
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry!
God, the Father feeds them
Even though they must constantly look for food
The Kingdom of God
Destroys the characteristics of Worry
God, the FATHER is the SOURCE
He is our Provider
His Government will take care of you!
Birds always seek something to eat
They do not worry!
Based on their metabolism
Birds must constantly look for food
They do not worry!
God, the Father feeds them
The Kingdom of God is never in a Crisis
Matthew 6:26
[There are many types of birds]
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Autumn is one of the best seasons
Simply for a few very different reasons,
The weather permits for all outdoors social events
Relief from the temperature of the suns torments,
Enjoy lunch or dinner out on a restaurants patio
Cool nights to enjoy walks for last round of cardio,
Walk your furry companion without heat stroke worry
You can enjoy outings without scorching heat advisory,
Autumn weather seem to have a good temperament affect
Some enjoy the life cycle of the tree leaves changing effect,
The notion to keep a hoodie or jacket handy for cool nights
Don't forget the eating contests, carnivals too; Oh that's right,
These were some of a few different reasons
That Autumn is one of the best seasons.