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Frank Bolek Poem
Doom clouds grow dark, hurt dispersed as If rain.
A repetition of anguish assumes the definition of pain.
Noble intentions depleted, good vibes unsustained.
Thoughts of turmoil now seeded, deeply infecting the brain.
Constantly reeling, Numb to all feeling, my heart still beats in vain.
Without form theirs no function, only sanity’s disfunction remains.
Still, at this conjunction, mustered gumption, I wait for that happiness train.
A shining ticket of luster, now clutched for the cluster of clouds of sadness and shame .
Stay firm on the tracks, know Time can’t go back, and all madnesses soon to be tamed.
Days on this rail, And emotionally frail, A surplus Purpose will plug the mental drain.
As fate would have it, destination in transit, normalcy returns to its ordinary plane.
Ending our endeavor, if one is clever, use confidence to color the mundane.
Discover and treasure, the ultimate pleasure,
Of self confidence you now have gained.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2023
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She walks through the desert with her heart in her smile and hate on her sleeve. Cactus blossom with her tears then wither quickly as he leaves briskly to go find her new risky sanctuary. Eyes that have seen pain, only the grains of time outlast her sorrow. Every scenic sunset she cries, she gasps, she tries to grasp for harmony. And with each new horizon she awakes to search for happiness.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2023
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Defeated now frowned, he seeks the sound of laughter.
Head hung down, blue eyes search for the sound he is after.
False Expressions of joy choose to paint his face.
Shoes 4 sizes too big, clothes of cotton and lace.
A Towering striped tent, of spent seats and empty rows.
Smells of cotton candy and peanuts once peppered your nose.
A shadow remains of the ring once entertained.
By accident acts of performers and beasts they had trained.
Endlessly Juggling sorrow, happiness starts to shatter.
Leaving this struggling clown alone and in tatters.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2023
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Stagnate, I laugh in black and white.
Aggravating circumstances of a one sided life. Guilt, strife, the ultimate price. Peaks and valleys, a gripping vice. Quantify flesh, justify insanity, intensify pain. Calculations of mortal manipulating pawns in attempt to temp a debt. A most cruel game of chess. Pressing forward, diving on the sword of humility, wielding a shield of lived mistakes, apathetically attempting to find and collect forgiveness in a basket weaved of kindness. And though closer to the summit, tirelessly I climb.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2024
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A sound well heard and and song well played.
Welcomed birth of new music, remembers old tunes we’ve laid.
The symphony of life beats with the band we create.
Listening to the melody of love, and you’ll hear the harmony of fate.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2023
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With god in my life,
will I live without strife?
Can i discover the joys that please us,
if I walk in the footsteps of Jesus?
Will my spirit be pure if I trust in the ghost,
Or without the lord will I miss out the most?
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2023
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Yes, a fair trade I do think it’s true.
To swap a nightmare or wink for two.
In return, energy earned welcomes skies of boundless blue.
A golden birth rises, and with it life’s prizes, of renewable wonder in you .
Run!
Shout the words to your tune, and soon, with out a doubt, birds will be singing this June.
There’s so much to see and do.
Possibilities you never knew.
So Go grab a friend that will venture, who won’t mind an unplanned adventure,
And together discover the sunrises truth.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2024
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Sorrow I cannot feel. nor the pain to which these words appeal. can ever express my deepest condolences in this “ life’s most tense moments” JOY …Oh what a joy to have had such a truly good boy. yet cruelly fate has become what no parent should ever relate. If I could Jen Id change that awful date, and restore Dalton so he could continue to love and inspire with his awesome smile. I know this message just speaks to the choir and I don’t pretend to preach and know you’re “now”. but… I know from within you’ll find your how! you’re a powerful mama and even with this cruel drama you can’t and won’t ever stop-being that rock, for there are still joys growing in your family crop that need your love and strength even if times may only be be brief. again my deepest prayers to your family and friends in this time of grief. In gods hands your son has found relief.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2024
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