Kent Krauss

Kent Krauss Poems

Has it been 51 years that she's been gone from my life, taken too soon?
After having given me the blessing of her loving, caring ways, been a boon
To so many others, including me, in spite of the health concerns she had
From youth, in spite of which she had done well in school, not becoming sad
...

Getting to do something you enjoy for a living is an incredible blessing
That should not be taken for granted, as then you'd truly be missing
Out on how fortunate you are to have the work of your hands be such joy
To yourself that you look forward to going in each day, not just as a ploy
...

When you know you have no other choice than to keep going, looking back
doesn't really help
Other than to remind you of where you've been, how far you've come since
you were a young whelp
...

My family has developed an unconventional way of going at a nightly meal
that, upon examination
Might be something other families would want to seriously think about
giving some consideration
...

There comes a time in most people's lives when
they're on fire about something
Whether it's involving work, an idea, or an ethical
issue that makes them sting
...

Needing a jaunt into the past seems to occur at regular intervals
Especially when life seems to slow to a crawl and occasionally stalls
So you turn on the old music you used to listen to, that motivated you
And try to remember what it was you were doing that imbued you to
...

You can, at times, be too motivated about some subject, to the point of obsession
When it takes over more than a decent amount of time, causing regression
In your progress within life, heaping problems caused by the constant distraction
That this thing has been to your normal existence, as evidenced by the consternation
...

Going out to enjoy walking around an area with trees will usually calm you
To the point of making the rest of your day dissolve, even if you had to stew
Over a variety of problems or everyday issues that were a bit unpleasant
During the working hours, irritated by chords that struck a bit dissonant
...

How do you start to get out of a monster rut that has taken over your life?
That has aggravated you to no end, taken a toll on not just you, but your wife
As well, along with your attitude, your finances, and most of the interactions
You have in your environment, leaving many of your friends split in factions
...

What can you do to jolt yourself out of a bad mood, even if it's had a cause
Whether out of your control or not, it seems to have broken a few laws
Along your life, such as the rule that you need to treat others more kindly
Rather than staying in and feeding your grudge, stumbling along blindly
...

What would I do, if I was blessed to have seventy million dollars dumped in my lap
Would be to immediately give thanks to the Giver of all good things, He who never takes a nap
But is constantly watching over His creation to see which of His creatures might do His will
Without hesitation or pause to think about the momentary money his pockets did fill
...

I took a drive on a familiar route with the window open
To take in the particular aromas, not a word to be spoken
And I noticed at first the rushing warm wind did dominate
The sensations, but then baked bread did come and sate
...

14.

I'm often comforted by the familiar musical sounds I enjoy
Regardless of the means I might find best to employ
To get the melodies to my ears to soothe a crazed day
When things may have been overly hectic in pursuit of pay
...

What we see with our limited view in our small part of space
Is almost beyond comprehension, but like a glimpse of a face
Which has these wondrous curves, beautifully crafted
By a creative hand which has artfully and specifically wafted
...

Fortunes can be vastly different things to a variety of people, if you care to ask
From the obvious pile of money to do with as you wish to success in a simple task
Either of which could significantly brighten your day, giving a sense of accomplishment
Which spurs you on to pass the good feeling and help to those to whom you're sent
...

There will always be those people with whom you just won't get along, no matter how you try
Because they've chosen to be abrasive, unapologetic, disagreeable individuals and hard to be by
To the point where you don't bring up too much in their presence or within their ability to hear
As you know it would simply spark an unprompted argument, ending in a a rather unfriendly sneer
...

When I'm gone from this earth, I'm hoping they'll never be able to say I had bigger barns built
Due to the fact that I was of help to others with all the extra I was given, without guilt
Or excesses from the rich bounty that was allowed to me, which was shared
With anyone I might touch, any small influence I might be, my motivations bared
...

Traveling down a road where we find ourselves, we feel as if it might go on awhile
In the manner to which we are accustomed, at the same relative speed and style
With the occasional bump in the road, a small hole around which we must navigate
To avoid undue shaking or discomfort that inevitably happens in the bounds of fate
...

Being a friendly, easy-to-talk-to person will serve you well with others, opening more than one door
Giving you the chance to be a seed planted in decent soil for someone, not an impersonal, inert spoor
Allowing you inroads that might otherwise be closed off to a person who looks in from the outside
Which will help your prospects for future contacts and provide more options from which to decide
...

The Best Poem Of Kent Krauss

Parental Memories

Has it been 51 years that she's been gone from my life, taken too soon?
After having given me the blessing of her loving, caring ways, been a boon
To so many others, including me, in spite of the health concerns she had
From youth, in spite of which she had done well in school, not becoming sad
But using her talents to bring joy to those around her, until the day she
Met this bright, brilliant, mechanically-inclined vet, and saw she could be
A dedicated wife and maybe a mother to a child to whom she might impart
Her loving, faith-led ways, teaching her offspring to have a similar heart
For service to others, but, sadly she wasn't able to bear a child of her own
And because of her age and her husband's, adoption was a seed left sown
Only in her hopes, until that day she got the call that there was a boy
Whose mother couldn't keep him, and who needed a home, such joy
Ran through her heart, and as she shared the news with her husband
He, too, could hardly believe it, so they had a joyful dinner, hand in hand
At the prospect of this little child that could be theirs, if the Lord allowed
So they waited to hear more, and, yes, it was to be, as they cheered aloud
Knowing they would be blessed with the small bundle they had sought
For so long, though the child was sick because he was premature, fraught
With health concerns, not gaining weight, causing them grave concern
To the point of so much stress that the new father took a health turn
Toward an ulcer because he couldn't lose his son after so short a time
When he had so much to teach, to show, many games of baseball to play
And so many other events to attend with his boy, so much to say
To impart his vast years of wisdom that might make his life of import
But his son did recover, gained weight and did, eventually enjoy to sort
Nuts, bolts, screws in his father's shop, which brought joy to his heart
That he so enjoyed this young boy's presence, he gave from the start
All the love to him, taking him to work to plow through comics until none
Was left that his son hadn't gotten to read, seeing the incredible fun
His son was having with him, that he couldn't wait to share with his wife
So they headed home, only to find she was having the spell of her life
With shortness of breath and finding it hard to catch what air she could
But the episode seemed to pass quickly as it had come and they would
Forget about it, until that night, as they laid in bed, when she gave a gasp
And fell still, to cries of disbelief, the call to the doctor, his voice a rasp
As the doctor, unbelieving, said that she'd been fine at the last check
But the valves of her heart had malfunctioned, maybe a clot in the neck
So this grieving father was left to raise their son alone, to do his best
To be mother and father, which he did, as he embraced this serious test
Of his faith and character, in spite of his wife's unsupportive family
Who were trying to tell him to give up his son to an aunt who really
Had a better situation in which to raise the boy, as they had a small farm
Where the boy could help his uncle do all the needed work, lend an arm
To the tasks that had to be done, but then the father had to shout
That he'd just lost his wife and now was supposed to give a son out
Of his arms to satisfy his wife's sister, which was NOT going to happen
And the boy left with his father, back to their now sadly quiet home
With an unforeseeable future that may happen when a child has to roam
This earth without two parents, though the father was more determined
That he was going to do the best he could, by God's grace, with the wind
Of God's sails to propel them forward through this life through turmoil
And he did this, raising his son as a decent person, though he did roil
His dear father at numerous points, the older man did know of the love
For him that his son did feel, though not often spoken, as from above


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