Best Difficult To Know Poems
Life is a rocky road to traverse,
The destination is unpredictable,
Success is something difficult to know,
Failure is not unusual,
Life is like going dowsing,
Using wet noodles.
When searching for the key to happiness
It’s difficult to know exactly what to do
Sometimes I wonder if we should be looking
into our sadness too…
We should look for someone who knows our sadness
who can see the tear before it reaches our eye
for someone who accepts our sadness
who knows it’s okay to cry.
For someone who understand us
who can read our changing mood…or tone
who knows when we want to be held
and when we want to be left alone.
For someone who understands sadness has its own schedule
who knows what is at stake
someone who will sit beside us…and hold our hand
no matter how long we take.
For someone who knows when it comes to sadness
this lesson they have learned:
It is only through patience and love and understanding
that happiness will return.
And if you’re lucky you will find your happiness…
You’ll find that someone who
all the while you were looking for them
they were looking for you.
Christmas years ahead...
holograms that come alive
standing in our midst;
Santa, reindeer, Christmas trees
come and go with just a switch.
No more shopping malls...
All gifts picked and bought online
delivered by drones,
that fly 'round the world in hours;
pickup for returns from homes.
Church will come to us...
household interactive scenes
take us to new realms.
With high-tech sermonizing,
spirit of peace overwhelms.
Dinner feast at home
or floating restaurants high
that hover above,
as winter-white scenery
fills our hearts with joy and love.
Yes, there will be snow.
By then we will have command
of our weather flow.
It will fall on Christmas Eve,
just enough to make it glow.
No religious wars.
Mankind by then will settle
spiritual freedom;
to each his own in worship.
So our Christmas Eve will come.
Christmas years ahead...
how will it compare to now?
Difficult to know.
Humans adjust to changes;
compare now to long ago.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: A Futuristic Christmas
Judged: 12/27/2015
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
My mindful cat is practising Zen.
But often he sleeps quietly and then
It is difficult to know exactly when
My mindful cat is practising Zen.
Masks have different
kind.
To know their motive,
no one can find.
Carefulness,prudent,knowledge
and wisdom
are require in any
kingdom.
Stoles put on
Creator's mask.
Present prophet
Elijah,who preach
to gain
power,praise,money
and bask.
They live different
from their speech.
Demons come under
smiling mask
to accomplish their
wicked task;
destruction,distraction,contortion,
too difficult to know
that they're
convolution.
So also dirty lover.
Who was considered
as one's apple.
They caress,hug,kiss
and hover.
But only incubus and
succubus people.
Which masks are
employees putting.
Are they working or
waiting?
Inernia,lethargy,forty
winks and lazybones,
are these not their
dones?
The books and pens
feel lexicographers .
Putting on masks of
burning midnight
candles.
Destined for
doctors,actors,lawyer,bankers
and geographers.
But at last,merit to
have f-9 in bundles.
Which mask are you
wearing,
or do your face often
appear as made?
Ability,nature,feeling
and worrying,
how do you show
these grade'?
Political and health epidemics
Are the topic of the news
It seems each day they intensify
Authorities all have different views
Normal carefree days are gone
There's tension and unrest
Solutions, often are hard to find
It's difficult to know what is best
Actually, troubles are not new
The Bible records, in the book of Job
Verse fourteen; one and two - -
Only a few days, is mankind's abode
Jesus was aware of worldly troubles
He often used them to exemplify
Parables He gave to multitudes
That His message would be glorified
Psalm twenty-three; verse four,
Gives credence to the fact
That in the midst of trouble
God's grace can have impact
There is light at the end of the tunnel
There is peace at journeys end
The One that hangs the stars at night
Will be closer than your dearest friend
So let us stay focused on His promise
In the midst of dismay and gloom
At the end of the trail, there is victory
Remember, - - He arose from the tomb
Colan L Hiatt = 12-04-2020
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Every part is good,
but nothing like the head!
it helps us to plan,
and keep the knowledge we use.
The brain in the skull,
helps us to think,
although it's hard,
to realise it.
Nothing better than the head,
the source of every thing,
and the foundation for all.
The eyes on the head,
helps us to see,
and the ears on the head,
help us to hear what's right and wrong.
The secret behind the head,
it's really difficult to know,
but the teachers of ours knows,
the secret about the head.
Nothing good like the head,
the master of every part
and nothing bad like it,
the source of cry when you get sick.
You just Sit and think,
the importance of the head,
really it's good,
to know about the head.
The hair on the head
makes us smart,
the Whites and the Blacks.
Nothing great like the head,
the store of everything including our brain,
the head is great in life
which is the store of all what we think,
and that we hope to think.
The mouth on the head as well as the teeth,
helps us alot,
to taste what's good and to speak
what's right for others to learn.
I say that it's wrong,
to forget the nose,
that helps us the poor and the rich,
to breath and smell.
Oh, my God!
the head is the head,
the engine of every part,
except the heart which keeps our life.
Ask Carol Brown,
she will tell you the truth,
about the secret of the head,
that helps the wise,
to think and plan what's good for us.
This is not a dream,
but the fact about the head.
Has the new year brought me love,
Or just more solitude and misery?
Can it give a glimpse of happiness,
That's not inclined to a forgery?
I suppose that time will be the monitor,
As days, weeks, and months become the year.
Yet I am left to wonder and inquire,
Towards the pace, fast or slow, that I fear.
Often, there's a fuse to trigger an explosion,
Though it is difficult to know if it's been lit.
So while the seconds tick away in anxiety,
The minutes blow right on by and won't quit.
Such is the nature that time possesses,
Whether expanding or contracting in space.
Not to mention all the bending and gravity,
It's no wonder it can blow up in one's face.
Reflections
Concrete and steel,
black windows,
multi-level buildings.
Artificial constructs
meant to keep humans
protected from nature.
Grass and trees
mere reflections
in the dark black glass.
Or are the buildings
mere reflections of
nature.
What is real and
what are ghostly reflections?
In our modern world
we have isolated ourselves
so much that it is difficult to know.
It is difficult to know what it is
Perhaps it is a billiard table
With a myriad of billiard balls
Each one knocking on the other
Perhaps it is not a billiard table
Because there are rational lives
Acting through irrational faculties
To take over the contested table
With myriads of billiard balls rolling
Knocking and kicking each hour
What do you expect but brutal life?
Sure it is difficult to know what it is
Call it this world of political billiards
The life you live is life given at costs
Average intelligence is difficult to know
with running buffoons thinking they are more
in tight skinned pants. The sole lagger
in basketball shorts is trying to keep up with them,
the wind pushing behind them while pounding him hard in front.
They do not understand his plight, they have always
done it right while he was the one trying to find
what was wrong by smoking 20 class A cigarettes out back.
He was never lax.
Kind of gauky with teenaged features and a long nose,
he managed to laugh at the wrong times and turn a certain red
that made him more of a dork.
He at least scrounged an existence on being the coolest
of the uncool.
Anonymity is easy to accept on a road trodden down.
For him it is classical. It is like the rest.
The money goes along with time but it keeps sanity from
being lost to the blinding daylight of midnight frights.
October manifesto
I came across a paper on it was written” October document.”
no date, nothing at all.
This prompted me to look in the mirror at the face looking back at me
an elderly man with sad eyes.
A man I didn´t know who carried my face or was it my face?
The inner me looked pretty different, more youthful, I thought.
In my old house, I had no mirrors except the one in the bathroom
that mirror was always steamed up; I preferred it that way.
A woman moved in, and suddenly I had many mirrors.
It is difficult to know oneself without illusion, it helps to have a friend to tell us
the truth as she/sees it.
But are they telling the truth they don´t know what you think?
October is a strange month, it can be mild, it knows what
is coming. Sleet and winter storm, with and yellow leaves, it accepts the fate,
check the roof and firewood and waits.
If you want to know why our ancestors are important…
here’s a little rule of thumb…
It’s difficult to know where we’re going…
If we don’t know who we came from.
I am hopeful that my future self will learn to be honest
I have strived for honesty my whole life,
but when mental illness hit very close to home,
it became easier to just lie.
I am somewhat ashamed to admit that the last several years,
when people would ask me how I am doing, my pat answer
was "I am fine" Or "I am good" despite the fact that
it felt like my life was collapsing around me
Mental Illness is hard on the person suffering, but it is
also hard on the family members because often
it is difficult to know what to do to help
and pushing just makes things worse
I am proud that I have educated myself on mental illness
and the resources available in my area. But, I do want
to be more honest with others and share what I have experienced
Because someone else may need to hear what I have to say.
His first love
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was marched to the railway station, he waved they had been
good friends, was told not to he waved anyway his streak of protest.
Enemy and friend, it is difficult to know when you are four years old.