"The moments of impact end up defining who we are"

Patrick Frank

Patrick Frank
Location
Asheville, North Carolina, USA
Birthday
September 26
Bio
I am a poet-essayist-singer-songwriter, and advocate for the poor, with a teaching and counseling background. I grew up in Florida, now live in Arden, North Carolina. I also lived in New England 20 years. I love nature, music, and poetry. I am married and we have three adult-kids between us and four grandkids! I am interfaith, leaning toward Taoist, Celtic, and Native American spirituality, and an "Obama Democrat." I am now focusing on our upcoming move (within Asheville) as well as my music and poetry-writing. I also continue to write political columns.

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FEBRUARY 13, 2012 3:20PM

A Few 100 Word Essays: Try Your Hand at It!

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 This is an experiment, writing these 100 word "essays." Others may want to try it and you are welcome to share in your comment (but save your work!).

 

Dealing with Facebook

I have deleted my Facebook account on more than one occasion, for several reasons, but mostly because of some people engaged in "flaming." Some people think communication on the net gives people the right to flame somebody any time they feel like it. I won't tolerate it. When it happened today, I immediately defriended the person. If it happened on OS, I would not tolerate it either. The OS crowd is much more civilized, in my experience. I do not go on the net to be verbally abused. I am here to share ideas, feelings, and insights, when they arise.

 

Finding Treasures Where You Least Expect Them

I bought about five CDs today at the Salvation Army, one by Bill Miller, a Native American musical artist. I took a chance on this collection, and it paid off. I already found a gem of a song called "Tumbleweed." I will tell you more about this great song in a later post. It is not always the famous artists and writers who are the best. I have been searching through Goodwills and Salvation Armies and yard sales for years, and often I find treasures by taking a chance. And I do not reject any genre out of hand.

 

Be Willing to Reach Out for Competent help 

I went for my second physical therapy appointment today, and did two miles on the stationary bike. Not bad for me. The fact is that I need help to resolve my knee issues and get back into an exercise routine and lose weight. There are times when we all need help. That's what I am trying to say in my song "Be a True Friend If You Dare." It is hard to admit sometimes the need for help. But I now am very careful to choose a helper whom I trust and respect, not just the first person who comes along.

 

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What a great way to express your day.
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Cool Patrick! I'm going to try it and report back.
I agree with them all. Especially the second one. It's always the lesser know artists and bands that are ten times better than the mainstream ones.
It is a difficult thing to decide what to say with a hundred words. If you only had a hundred words left in your life, what would you use them for? Would you tell a lover how you felt the last time he/she left you? Would you dare? Even if they, too, only had a hundred words to reply? Would you tell off your boss, your government, your grammar school teacher? Or would you save them, hoard them, draw them out, dropping one here, one there, over a hundred years? I think I'd use them up typing LOVE a hundred times.
Yes, I will try my hand at one of these during the next week. Sounds fun to do and to read what others do. It is a great idea.
I awoke to the sound--more of a roared breath--of a snowplow as it raced through all hours abruptly violating the silence disappearing as quickly as it sounded and then diminished as though it thought itself sacrilegious--a violation of sanctuary, a noise of a vast and fierce roaring machine had bitten the ear bone with a wicked spontaneous attack like a flamed arrow of sound it scorched the darkness and seemed to roll and fly off through the pitch dark its big flash of bright and lime chrome imagined. Sleep. Streetlights glowed a glistened black asphalt path alongside a straight line of snow, snow with swirled wind shadows.
I'll leave it to the masters. I tried, but I'm naturally too long-winded. Comes from all those years gossiping about others.

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