Best Know How Poems
Thankless job, I think watching
as Thurman tries to teach the young man
The lad sitting up
on the tractor
like a proud young pup
is full of piss and vinegar
half the time not listening
and half the time telling Thurman
how much he already knows...
As Thurman patiently slumps
his still-sturdy but ungainly frame
against the tractor
fingers strumming his red suspenders
a good-natured grin
slowly spreading
across his grizzled face
gleaming behind think glasses
I see a glint of soft amusement
at this grandiose greenhorn
Thurman has lived through
the Great Depression, and then
the horror of hand-combat
in World War II
one of three from his unit
to make it through-
so there is nothing this little ingrate
can possibly do or say
to break Thurman's composure today
he remains uncommonly calm
and utterly unflappable
a small chuckle slipping out
every now and then
And while the young man boasts
and blusters on about
his plans for next week
Thurman is mostly quiet, until
at length, asked about his plans
“Lord willing-
and the creek don't rise...”
he begins, knowing how
much could change by then
You don't know how bad it hurts.
When you keep talking about that.
Do you really know me? Like you say you know know me?
Then if you do, don't do it.
If you know how bad it hurts then don't do it.
You love me? Then stay home don't go.
Don't do it for you may lose me.
I love you, care for you and feel for you.
But I guess you will never know if you go.
You just don't know how bad it hurts.
I guess you will never know.
Form:
There Once Was a Cow
That Didn't Know How
To Moo
Like Normal Cows Do.
He Took Lessons From the Duck
But Didn't Have Any Luck.
He Tried With The Quail
But That Was a Fail.
He Asked the Pig
Who was Really Quite Big
But Even He Didn't Know How
To Moo
Like Other Cows Do.
He Asked the Horse
Who Was Brilliant, Of Course.
He Thought it Was Funny
And Said 'Go Ask the Bunny.'
He Tried and Tried
Then Was Hit By a Plow.
And Died as the Cow
That Didn't Know How
To Moo
Like Normal Cows Do.
I can see right through you, don't you know? ha!!
You don't know me, but I know you, isn't that funny?
Can't you see what you put me through?
I am very amused by this you see, don't ask why
I have no answer to reply.
But in the end it will all turn out fine.
Because I can read your mind.
awhh and I sieh,
You don't remember why.
But here I am waiting for you to remember when and why.
You say you don't know how to pray
Just spend one long and lonely day
In the middle of the storm
Not knowing if you'll make it home
Or in the doctors outer room
Hopefully there for some good news
Waiting for results to come in
On the longest day you've ever lived
It can be hard to ignore
You've said a few prayers before
If you've ever had a child that's sick
I'm sure a few have crossed your lips
There are so many opportunities
To fall down daily on your knees
As each day can be a fight
To try and do what is right
There's no formula in how to pray
Just open up with what you have to say
What is on your heart and mind
With God you're just spending time
How do I begin
to imagine my life
without you
when you’ve been part
of my every moment
every breath
an extension
of my heart
my very body
How do I begin
to imagine my life
with half of me gone
amputated
wandering
aimlessly
without a compass
nowhere to go
lost in a world
without you
How do I begin
to imagine my life
when the sun
refuses to rise
and the moon
hides behind clouds
rain falling nonstop
day and night
How do I begin
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on August 24, 2020
The ache in me cries out your name
I long to see your face again
A love for you in my heart glows
Yet you hurt me so why I don’t know
I must go on I know this to be true
I must learn to live without you
But in the empty corners of my heart
Your memory’s there ripping me apart
I feel my spirit and soul have died
Yet I know that’s not true for I still cry
Cry for a love that still burns
Cry for the painful lesson I have learned
You could never care for me
You proved it by the way you hurt me
I trusted you and called you friend
I see I was wrong again
I hope you find a love someday
And she walks from you in this someway
And the pain it leaves you and the despair you feel
Know you did it to me and know how it feels.
Form:
.
life
can
be like
pokemon
go sometimes
.
he thought
I were a flower
Then he alighted on my arm
a very beautiful butterfly
as if
talked to me
I painted my admiration
to his charm
through out my smiles
i asked
"Why do you perch on my arm
Don’t you looking for sweet nectar"
then he replied
"darling dear....
my wish is to drink all the sweetest words
that came out from the cocoon behind
your skin
for that was the sweetest nectar to my soul”
my silence torned my thought
words are sweeter than the sweethest nectar
how beautiful
i know
how to catch butterfly...
i know how to
have thousands of butterflies
perch all over my body
i know how to catch
my love
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala
24 January 2013
I know how it ends.
Choice or Destiny - either way,
we make it.
All the paths laid out before me,
each step unknown but planned.
So many lessons in these life choices
to be taken and learned but only in proper time.
Marriage and children, widowed and divorced,
what was written in by destiny?
Teaching, care giving, loving and being loved
each a planned unplanned expectation.
It was enough though quite difficult
to meet, accept and satisfy those wants and needs.
Responsibility was taken as it came
not gladly but with love and foresight or its lack thereof.
In love, with love, each gave into another
and the call was realized and recognized.
With acceptance and quiet prayers to hold it back,
but life takes its course as intended.
I may not have forseen the journey,
but chose my way along its crossroad of destiny
and
I know how it ends.
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Mary Magdalene
The Ballad I Don't Know How To Love Him sung by Yvonne Elliman, from Jesus Christ Superstar
I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed, yes really changed
In these past few days
When I've seen myself
I seem like someone else
I don't know how to take this
I don't see why he moves me
He's a man, he's just a man
And I've had so many men before
In very many ways
He's just one more
Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love?
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this
What's it all about?
Don't you think it's rather funny?
I should be in this position
I'm the one who's always been
So calm, so cool
No lover's fool
Running every show
He scares me so
I never thought I'd come to this
What's it all about?
Yet, if he said he loved me
I'd be lost, I'd be frightened
I couldn't cope, just couldn't cope
I'd turn my head, I'd back away
I wouldn't want to know
He scares me so
I want him so
I love him so
"Jesus Christ Superstar"
3/21/22
Know How to Adjust to Traffic Flow
After through whole meal completed each course
Should all of his disturbing thoughts we endorse?
Who we know now is becoming world renown
Person who many times over has been a clown.
His wife soon will be on another TV show
Her face wore a frown and did not glow
Instead of laughing and always smiling
Numbers in her big brain was compiling.
Still Bernie's taxes have not been filed
What it looks like must really be wild
Deducted for maple syrup with no preservation
Turned to alcohol and donated to a reservation.
Another was for Vermont and their being
Place for handicapped to do downhill skiing
In direction again more than likely did shift
And now skiers ride both ways on the lift.
Direction Bernie goes in is complete opposite
Which is something that he will have to admit
Should be like Hillary who is always in the know
Everyone knows how to keep her ducks in a row.
(Oh, and how to adjust to traffic flow.)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The feather
Gives to
This red hat
Its wings to fly
fyr feelN vry chat-T n yr gal S vry cattie, i'd ask u 2 refrain,
4my chin i'd b scratchin f yr txting :@) l@tn i'd ask u 2 refrain!
Plz dont Y'L awy the hrs talkin 2 Mayflowers, dey wl ask u 2 refrain
4 they're nt cyber powers they r Luddites ina twer, dey wl ask u 2 refrain
Tho yr fingAs may B skippin ovr keys they wnt lippin, sho em u’v a brain
n they'll luv ur knd }xx aftr evry missive wishes F u cll its nt n vain!
If your feeling very chattie and your girl is very cattie, I'd ask you to refrain
for my chin I'd be scratching if your texting in pig latin, I'd ask you to refrain.
Please dont while away the hours talkin to **Mayflowers, they will ask you to
refrain
for they're not cyber powers, they're ***Luddites in a tower, they'll ask you to
refrain.
Though your fingers may be skippin over keys, they want lippin, show them
you've a brain
and they'll love your kind kisses after every missive wishes, if you call it's not
in vain!
*PS it can be sung to "If I only had a Brain"
**Folks who are so OLD they came over on the Mayflower
***A Luddite is a person who is opposed to technological process
for cultural or moral reasons.