A sketch of thoughts , a drawing mind
Sees beyond words , the heart's design
Someone i think , with intentions unclear
Misguiding my path , bringing forth fear
They say I'm too young to know the truth
But my heart beats strong with feelings anew
A friend so dear with words that align
Writing the same lines in a language unknown
Struggling to speak in tongues not his
Yet his heart speacks loud
He yearns to grow up and shed boyish ways
He want me to the the same
Yet I feel most me in my youthful skin
A boy at heart where I find my kin
In a dance of words and hearts that beat
We find our path , our own unique skill
Thought our words might align but our hearts may not
In this friendship we find our own
I Hope One Day You Look Back and Realize You Were Always Enough
I hope the day comes
when you finally see yourself
without the weight
you’ve carried for years.
When you look back
and notice the moments
you kept going
even when no one saw it.
The nights you held yourself together.
The mornings you rose
with nothing but a thin thread of hope
and still stepped forward.
I hope you see the quiet courage
in every choice you made
to stay, to try, to breathe.
And I hope you realise
you were never failing.
You were becoming.
You were always enough —
even on the days
you couldn’t believe it.
that you are extraordinary
in every facet of imagination.
Amanda…
Let us edit reality.
This does not fit the standards
of poetry,
or a fancy haiku.
There is dirt
to touch,
and rocks to sift
and filter through…
while I’m still alive.
When I someday die,
I'll no longer wonder why
Life flashes in eyes.
I'll then truly realize
Why it was all meant for me.
When I finally win over your reserved heart,
Promise to never tear delicate thing apart.
When I finally show you how you are mine,
You will realize precisely how I am so fine.
When I finally win over your reluctant mind,
Promise to never make you be in a bind.
When I finally show dimensions of my soul,
You will realize all ways I make you whole.
When I finally help you see your own soul,
Promise to never let our bond take a toll.
When I finally express all my words of love,
You will realize maybe I am sent from above.
When I finally hear you say that phrase,
Promise we will ascend into another phase.
When I finally make you all mine,
You will realize how our love is divine.
God is nature, the universe, sum of all things and all that is good.
Right Cause
Risk all for the
Right cause, while you may not be
Rewarded in the way you expect you might
Realize that the journey was a
Reward in itself. Others my
React negatively to what you are doing, but
Respond to their critiques with reason
Sometimes Loneliness comes alone
The other days with her twin sister
As Emptiness she’s widely known
They both sit back and talk in whispers
They are invisible, that’s nuisance
So you can’t say please off you go
They chat away the dullest nonsense
About the good old times they know
They joke and sneer to make you blue
Till you can’t bear it anymore
Till you admit that it’s just you
Who can’t stop staring at the floor.
Being wheelchair bound these last two weeks I really miss walking on my two legs
How Much We Are
As a young man, I thought
How much I was, and how less you are.
As an old man, I think
How less I was, and how much you are.
And as an old man, I realize,
how much we are!
we always realize
when too tight would chastise
will compare the size.
Come listen to my truest thoughts
Come listen to my truest feelings
Many of my friends
Turned out to be no friends at all!
They fall along the wayside
Because they only wanted to create
A world that they wanted to live in!
You can be friends for long
Yet it could take you
Years to realize that they were never your friends!
The road to glory is filled with thorns
So bath yourself with multiplication and you
Will soon see the reality of the danger of some friendships!
You can be friends for long
Yet it could take you
Years to realize that they were never your friends!
Your enemies are not strangers
They are people you know so remember that
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
Come listen to my truest thoughts
Come listen to my truest feelings
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
We went to a friend’s retirement party…celebrating the end
of her long and storied teaching career…
It was a day of mixed emotions…joy and laughter…
a few tears.
Stepping into a retirement party is like stepping into a time machine…
surrounded by memories of not only her first and last year of teaching…
but of all those memories in between.
Former students all grown up now…parents…teachers…
her husband, children and grandchildren were there too…
celebrating her adventure in teaching…and bidding that adventure adieu.
When she was teaching every day I imagine…she didn’t think about this much…
but her retirement party was a time to realize all the people she has touched.
All the friends that she has made since the first day she was hired…
all the joy and knowledge she has given…all the people she inspired.
We left her surrounded by her family…on her face…her famous grin….
with one long adventure just completed…and another…ready to begin.
Sometimes the afternoons drag on---
Yesterday was a haze of smoke,
Cigarettes and coffee---
And the radio plays
Jazz---
The air gets blurred sometimes
With cigarette smoke and sax
Thinking of you
Makes the afternoons go by faster
Until they blend into dusk,
And then evening---
Evenings without you
But I don't care
It doesn't matter
It doesn't mean anything to me
It's just that smoke
Gets in my eyes
Here goes my Musk and Cat Horn Haiku.
we did realize
cat always early would rise
was such a surprise
cat was quite a catch
should see him as he does scratch
drank water down the hatch
cat was always weird
partner improperly neared
so he disappeared
with cat will comply
many happy days pass by
on him we rely
Now for my Horn Musk Haiku
would see his each tusk
on ox who was full of musk
threw out like corn husk
Musk will toss and toil
on his hair used much oil
went bad and would spoil
much musk will remain
had been covered by the rain
in war on Ukraine
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