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I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
Seems I don’t have the ability to concentrate inside of me.
I get distracted by the simplest of things,
Hey, that was a foul! What are you looking at ref?!?!?
And cannot focus on…Ha ha, look at that guy’s bling.
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
Oh, did I already say that?
Hey, what’s this spot on my hand?
Do you think it’s something I should get looked at?
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
The doctor suggested some unusual therapy,
Said maybe I should try writing poetry,
Maybe focusing on that could help fix me.
Honey, why haven’t we installed the wireless mouse, yet?
The wires almost knocked over my drink.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, I was going to write a poem, I think.
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
I should look that up on the Internet.
What time is it?
Cindy, is Spencer home from school yet?
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD.
How many times have I written that sentence?
Oh, there’s Spencer. Hey, you want to go out and play?
I’ll write my poem later today.
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I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
Although I think they are full of crock,
They say I have a problem concentrating,
I say that I do not.
They challenged me to write a poem,
I can do it – I’ll show ‘um.
Hey, somebody answer the phone.
What’s this – is somebody writing a poem on this PC?
Oh, was that me?
Honey, what was it the Doctor said I had?
Oh yeah, Adult ADHD,
My wife said, “If that’s true,
It’s the only thing ADULT about you.”
Very funny, Honey.
Now, what was I doing?
Oh look, Ohio State is on TV.
Maybe I’ll come back to this later – whatever it is I was doing.
How do I think of you as
the past perforates the now?
Do I see you as the boy you were,
or as the man you became when
you broke away from me somehow?
Did I love you then?
Or were we lost in the headiness of youth?
We spoke of dreams and futures
lost and broken now, and
we have lived a different truth.
Yet here we are again;
The present invaded by the then.
Your voice still sounds familiar -
the laugh, the intonation the same
as when we were together last
in the dimming, distant past.
Once faded memories sharpened
as we bring them into focus
once again, and once again
the feelings surge, merging
with today's perception;
conception of a new beginning,
mending dreams and daring to think
of what could have been if
we had trodden the same, not different, paths.
Love contests in quantities, like numbers,
game of chance for romance by the numbers,
You and you, pick one or two, left first choose,
then right follows through ... awake the numbers,
if I was you, don't let romance wait too,
go ahead, awaken the dead ... numbers,
At last, the dead have passed, now let's see who?
Romance counts true ... encounter the numbers,
You have the Lucky Two, which means you lose,
You've one, as you've begun ... 'twas the numbers,
So stop your frets, but guess what's next; Round Two,
Where you and you will not choose the numbers,
But I will choose which one of you will step ...
aside. Let the other get the numbers,
with the roll of a dice, the one who stepped
aside, from counted steps of dice numbers,
--HOLD, break from sequence, noted facial change,
bears a consequence, shortchange the numbers,
FOCUS, understand passion, hence, begin
again, --dice rolled--, start steps to those numbers,
Distance makes the difference, the farther
you are from me, the better ... you, numbers,
Your turn, the dice have been rolled, go, distant
yourself. The dice will roll seven numbers,
This was the first, therefore, six more to go.
The Desert Tribesman's way's ... the numbers,
We live by this code of honor. Methods,
in and of itself, seems nothing ... numbers
seems nothing. The deserts way, the Desert
People ... Ancestral ties are... the numbers.
The Lone Knight,
Protecting the castle with Excalibur,
As the wife and children,
Await in Camelot.
I'm the wife screaming,
Open the gate.
I hear an inner voice,
Telling me you have to take,
The journey to go on a quest,
To come home.
They're looking for you.
Cam is looking for you.
Then I feel an inner peace,
The voice I heard soothing,
I feel love,
I feel Camelot is home.
All I can think is Merlin and Zeus,
Come save me take me home.
I awake and open my eyes,
As the tears flow from my eyes,
I'm missing my family
I swear blinding bright light,
But not like the sun.
It's a portal.
My eyes focus,
I see a dark figure.
Merlin!!! Your majesty my Queen.
Where's Cam??
I see another tall figure coming....
Running into his arms,
A kiss and then he says,
Are you ready to go home??
Yes ..I'm finally at peace.
I knew what I should’ve done,
What most men would do,
Ride the donkey and insist,
That Mary walk, lower than me.
But I knew right from wrong,
And as she was pregnant,
I considered her right for,
The riders position grand.
As I was walking with her,
I had time to contemplate,
Think about things, the point,
To strengthen my character.
Other citizens who bypassed,
Sneered at us, avoided glancing,
As my woman was above me,
But I just ignored them straight.
People came into my mind,
And I thought of morality;
It’s focus, bent and alley,
And solidified my thinking.
People matter above all,
When the chips are down,
And even when they’re not,
You do what would help them.
Morality’s focus is people,
Not god, temple or government,
To relate, elevate and direct,
Continually interested, insightful.
The physical is the base land,
Everything is derived from it;
You can’t get above it or below,
Around or separate the elements.
So Mary appreciated the ride,
Talked to me on the journey,
Exchanging philosophies, ways,
Becoming comfortable and easy.
By the time we arrived there,
Bethlehem was looking at us,
Asking when we wed and lain,
Expecting us to not repudiate.
But instead we told the truth,
Admitted to being free lovers,
And so they rejected us as sane,
Actively staring, spitting, jeering.
But my new mind from the road,
Enabled me to think quickly,
About our situation, predicament,
And turn the boat around hard.
A boy emerged, stealthy and hearty,
And we both took one look at him,
And knew he would be great,
If only people accepted our sin.
Grateful somehow for the census,
I decided to aim at calling my boy,
Jesus Christ, if the magi agreed,
And validated his talent for others.
They commended him reassuringly,
Said that he was the Christ for sure,
So I ran to the population census,
And changed our name to Christ.
I never regretted it or looked back,
Happy in my reasoning and in giving,
My son and all people a better life,
One of equality in healthcare access.
Hiding Behind Shame and Pain
Why is everyone always picking on each other,
Or making up stories about each other?
We live in a society that feeds
On tearing each other down,
Rather than building us up from the ground.
Many times we use so much energy
Trying to prove someone wrong,
Only to find out that you were wrong.
Rather than accepting the fact that you're incorrect,
We look to make up stories just to make others upset.
The feeling of being wrong, is so uncomfortable.
So instead of finding peace when you feel unease,
We retaliate on those who made us feel angry.
Point the blame on other people
To take the focus off ourselves.
We don't want to be the only one's hiding
Behind the curtain of shame.
Point out other people's pain so that
They too are hiding behind your same
Curtain of shame and pain.
The loss of family or friends is hard to just set aside,
our lives have been changed forever,
we grieve for them a little more during the holidays.
Quote By: Poet
Merry Christmas in Heaven,
With a snowy winter outside,
Nature in white, no place to hide.
Neighbors decorate their yards to
Rejoice Jesus's birth in yuletide.
Family home for Christmas Eve,
Happy and high-spirited, weave
Through sweets, drink, crackers, and cheese.
The home alive as the world in glamour.
A small tree, a warm drink, and plate of treats to thee.
My love, I believe you'll never leave.
A tear of grief, as we were wed on Christmas.
A gift of love to each other we received.
A day I can never let go.
A day I will never forget.
Merry Christmas in Heaven.
12/16/2022
Christmas In Heaven:
A Focus On Loved Ones In Heaven
At Christmastime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
the bell rings,
and the world moves again—
backpacks swing,
voices fill the hall,
and i’m still sitting here,
staring at a blank page
that keeps whispering his name.
my uncle is dying.
they said it so quietly,
like maybe if they whispered,
it wouldn’t come true.
pancreatic cancer—
last stage,
no cure,
just time,
as if time were mercy.
i used to think sadness was loud—
crying, breaking,
some movie thing.
but it’s not.
it’s quiet.
it’s when your chest feels heavy
but your face doesn’t move.
it’s when the teacher’s words
slide off your brain like water,
and all you can hear
is your own heartbeat asking,
“why him?”
i sit behind a school desk
while he lies on a couch somewhere,
fighting to keep his food down.
and i hate it—
how i’m here,
how i still laugh sometimes,
how life doesn’t stop for this.
they tell me to focus,
to eat,
to stay strong.
but how do you eat
when guilt sits where hunger should be?
how do you focus
when grief is already practicing its lines
inside your skull?
he still smiles when i visit.
two hours a week,
every time he says, “hey, kiddo,”
like it’s just another day.
but i see it—
the shaking hands,
the thinness.
he’s slipping,
and no one wants to say it out loud.
the bell rings again.
everyone leaves.
i stay.
because i can’t learn equations
when i’m already counting
how many weeks might be left.
In the silence between battles, where echoes fade into the dust of forgetting,
War weaves its tale, a silent dialogue between shadows and flames,
What are your plans, oh war, what surprises do you prepare for us in the shadows,
Where do you see yourself in a month, in five years, when silence will fall?
Let's talk about your childhood, about how your fires were born,
Do you feel you are here because of your mother's hand or your fierce father,
Can you explain this hiatus, this X of years erased from your fiery career,
Do you await heirs in the scorched fields, what ambitions truly define you?
Would you choose to rule the entire world or focus on the perfection
Of a single kingdom, where silence would be currency exchanged in palms?
What makes you a better candidate than those who have seen more markets,
Than those who have felt more ash in their weary nostrils?
Regarding compensation, do you feel this number would do justice to your flames,
I must say your references are impressive: recommended by worms,
Now comes the real question: how are we in conversation,
How do we speak when silence should be our only answer?
War laughs in the shadows, an echo among the ruins of an uncomprehended world,
For in this perpetual dialogue, words are weapons and peace an illusion,
We wonder how we are here, conversing with shadows, embracing them,
When silence is a fragile bridge between us and the memories that do not fade.
2025.09.??
Another happy birthday.
It is normal to wish for something
On one own birthday.
It is always significant on that special day.
And it has been true to me any way.
I will be one year older, 21 plus for sure.
It has a double figure and if just one more of it,
It will associate with a symbol of devil.
I must focus on something positive,
Something that makes me happy,
Forget about the past, forget about every body.
Just me and my hobbies,
Piano, embroidery, travel, writing and music,
In fact, every week, I want to play one new piece.
Lately, one of them, I heard it on the radio,
I was young and did not even know its title.
It has been my favourite for decades,
Back in those days,
I played it on my guitar,
Somehow it was out of sound out of mind.
Now, it is time to play it on piano.
Its name was "Romantic De Amour".
Today, I treat myself with a big favour.
I have been doing it before.
Visiting St Pauls Look out, and Jubilee Points,
Maybe Diamond Bay later,
Even Bays of Island after.
Little inclining sand path,
They spread out 3km apart,
But the views of the continuous shore line.
Worth the efforts of doing it.
I come here every year, with or without any body.
All I pray for was a sunny and blue sky.
PS.
Once, JC asked about my birthday,
It is every day and it is today.
It will be fate if we meet again,
Leave along if we will be friends.