Best Needle In A Haystack Poems
She lives
against all odds
'needle in a haystack'
stranger gave her a new kidney
new life
What IS worship?
You may not know
if your bored, stare into the air,
recite without insight,
sing without glee,
do not know if you’re free…
What is worship?
It’s a kinship
between you
and the King.
It is looking up…
It is falling to your knees…
Do you hate the thought
of being humbled?
I hate the thought of pride…
God sees us in our lowly stance
and picks us up to take us
on the greatest ride.
The chariot flies.
My eyes are closed…
My eyes are open…
I am breathless at the glory…
How can I NOT praise Christ!
What one of you would humiliate yourself…
What one of you would give IT ALL UP…
What one of you would allow the extreme…
What one of you would suffer, be betrayed,
have all your friends run away, be slapped
and whipped and not cry out for heaven’s help…
…to the death, bleed out
…even then be mocked
…betrayed by YOUR creation
Why worship…why NOT?
Worship is NOT
berating
hating
yawning
but elating…
Mercy and grace
likewise not pondered
and then you wonder
at His justice…
what about ours?
As for me and my house
we will gladly leap and holler,
sing, raise hands with wonder…
gloriously wonder at the God
who loves this needle in a haystack,
who lets me feel the fullness
of my soul…his salvation
makes me whole.
I
Just
Stand
Here
alone.
Factually,
A feat,
A pinnacle of
Engineering at almost
A thousand meters high,
A colossus, an omnipresence
Comparable to God-
a man made concept
advertised to exhaustion.
Amongst concrete caricature
cliche’d into postcards and keychains, I am
The subject, the focus and distinguished character;
an over- exaggerated needle in a haystack.
In status of Symbol of City, I am the entirety of the City-
Iron soaked cement stands for a point proven.
Isn’t that why you’re here?
Why exactly I was made in such manner perhaps
Remains more of a mystery to you than to me, I think.
I suppose its only a difference of our perspectives.
I cannot claim to understand it fully myself;
you’re only here to gaze into glare of glass panes,
To burn white spots into your vision;
a mirage dancing on a surface too hot to touch.
I don’t have much choice on the other hand- you put me here and made this mine.
The sun’s reflection on windows sink with the dusk,
harsh light dulling to transparency.
Its like only I can see the red lights shine through this golden city.
that december, i found my body had really been his all along.
this movie is breaking my heart.
i could have written volumes about the way he was ****ing me,
or the reasons he loved me,
or his favorite ways to die.
and then the summer came, and i gave my skin, my heart and liver and lungs away to him.
but i kept singing in the morning for him.
i was wrapped up in a blanket beside a stolen lake, i was going to take his arms with me.
i was hot and dehydrated and losing my faith.
and then he was kneeling at my feet and i felt my womb swell up for him.
i thought he was my needle in a haystack, my one in a million love story, i would have believed forever.
i thought that time couldnt keep up with us and that the whole world would just remain still while we were alive.
i thought the wicked pieces had been washed away in the torrents of calm we had, only, alone
Getting an IUD feels like…
A needle in a haystack.
Except your uterus is the haystack
And the needle, it’s really in there.
It’s not a single garment below the waist,
Bare butt, bare back.
It’s lying down where many women have lied before,
Head wrinkling the tissue pillow,
Legs sprawling,
Wiggling feet into the stirrups.
Getting an IUD feels like…
Running a marathon.
Except you’re running on hot coals
Without legs
And only your vagina can touch the ground.
Oh, and there aren’t any water stations,
No one is applauding,
No one is screaming your name.
I didn’t know that the metal would be so cold,
Or that home would suddenly feel so far away,
With unfamiliar hands in, I suppose,
Not-so unfamiliar spaces.
Goosebumps.
Everywhere.
Feeling every hair rise across my skin,
I feel my insides reject unwanted guests.
Getting an IUD feels like…
Presenting a blank canvas before Da Vinci,
You feel a cavern of shame hollowing your body,
And you wish you could just turn all emotion off for a while.
It feels like…
A child shrieking,
Clawing between your ribs
And you try to ignore it,
So you barricade your brain,
And force your mind to transport you someplace beachy.
It’s wanting to say “no”
But “yes” is all your lips remember,
Telling yourself that it will be over soon,
Telling yourself:
If you made the decision to open your legs, you should be prepared to face the consequences.
But
I should tell you:
I was not alone among the doctors.
There were Tevas with socks,
And cutoff daisy dukes leaning into my elbow,
There was warm hand and a loving heart right by my side.
She let me squeeze as tight as I wanted,
And even bought me ice cream on the ride back home.
Now A' days. Sex is easier to get but love is harder to find.
But whoever said love was easy to find its like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Matter fact its like looking for Waldo at a candy cane factory.
Girls in my generation and under are flashing their palms and middle fingers to mens faces,
Saying "forget love" this and "I don't need a man that" but deep down inside they want it
More than anything, its just that they're afraid. Afraid of being hurt again. Afraid of crying again,
Being broken hearted. But baby if you let me you won't get nothing but the best out of me.
And slowly everyday I will nurture and heal your heart. A wise man once taught me that,
A womens body is Gods gift of perfection, but her love will always come with expectation.
And love isn't easy to find but once you find it, it'll be worth all the wait and the pain. You
Finally have that special someone. Someone that wants to make you happy instead of put you down.
Someone that understands your past, but wants to brighter your future, which is now our future.
And I'm not perfect and that only makes me human but if you let me inside your heart I promise I will not leave.
I promise I'll do what it takes to make you smile and feel loved.
I promise I'll be worth the wait, just like when I was waiting on you.
All you have to do is trust and let me love.
You.
If someone cares for your heart let them inside because love is colorless and blind.
And its never easy to find
True friendship is rare
It’s one in a million
A mirror image, a twinning
Mutual acknowledgement
In knowing
She’s the one
Who pays attention
Listens with intention
Can read your thoughts
Before you think them
With whom you share
Truth
Respect
Consideration
Humour
Joy
Pain
Love
No conditions
Sometimes critical
Even reproachful
But always understanding
Who keeps you in line
Before you cross it
To the point of no return
Who puts you before herself
Because that’s just who she is
One in a million
A needle in a haystack
To be treasured forever
That friend is you to me
And me to you
What is interesting to me is how we all have our own conception on…
- what is “interesting”.
Each brain contains at least one hundred billion cells, you see,
each cell designed different yet we may share the same view-
The science of sound may seem very intriguing to someone like me,
but it may just be as boring as a newspaper to someone like you.
Captivation of worldly events can consume a human’s mind,
cause fear and apprehension and affect their daily routine-
I can sit here and engage on why I get absorbed in my rhymes,
while you stand there enthralled on what’s on the television screen.
I may be interested in how the heck they build a train track,
how long it would take and how much of my tax money it will cost-
You may find it gripping finding a tiny needle in a haystack,
while I could care less about metal objects, it will just end up lost.
What’s fascinating to me is how the primary colors were created,
red, blue and yellow just happened to strangely appear?
Or how a sawfish can give birth to guppies and haven’t even mated,
I find it alluring that the secrets about nature are so unclear.
I wonder what it would be like to be able to live on the moon?
How long would it take to get there and what would I eat-
Or who in the world decided to invent the fork, knife and spoon?
I'm so curious why so many people these days are allergic to wheat.
I find it enticing how all humans have unique opinions and notions,
who finds this interesting and that over there may be a plain bore-
We all have different DNA but we all share similar emotions,
what's interesting is how we all strive on a daily basis to learn more.
-the more we learn, the more interesting life becomes...
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Date Written: September 23, 2016
Drops of water smashes down
Eyes submerged they slowly drown
Searching for the obsolete life crown
Looking for a needle in a haystack that is renown
Where the grass is greener on the other side
Never ending souls in a river of shredded tears they cried
Now earth is a lie to hide
All virtues of common sense have died
Perfect cannot be the week have lied
Hypnosis of the youthful mind
Creating multiples of the new kind
Fiction here is all you'll find
Walk the path and your footsteps refuse to rewind
So leave yourself behind
Everyone who is a duplicate queue
To know who you are doesn't take two
Walk the river of reflection inside find something new
Feel the comfort in the steps of finding you
Because everything's unexpected not stuck like glue
Worthless words they have spoken both fake and untrue
History can repeat and our clocks will combine
So with nothing can you walk the line
When the past and present come together
The earth is nature all cities banished forever
Have I ever told you how
wonderful you are?
well if I didn't now I'm telling you
your wonderful I wouldn't
be the person I am today
if it wasn't for you
the way you stay on
me about doing the right thing
the way you curse me out
if I get on your nerves or if I
just catch you on a bad day
not to mention the fact that
you went above and beyond
for me, past the call of duty
and for that I am forever grateful
so the only thing I can do
is to help you in anyway possible
anything you want
you can have it
I would move the stars
and the heavens for you if I could
so thank you for everything
that you have done
and are still doing
so don't ever say that I don't
appreciate you when I do things
that don't make sense
because I am only human
and I will make mistakes
but one thing that I wouldn't do
is take you for granted
because without you I
would be lost like a needle in a haystack
so just bear with me a little while longer
and I promise you that I
will make you proud of me
and that will be my way of
showing you just how much
I appreciate you and what you do
thank you for being who you are
because no one can do you
better than you
We lived in the heart of town through which ran a paved road and a railroad track. When a little boy, I had three brothers, eight sisters, and a dog named Jack. There were no child labor laws for us, so I was fitted with a cotton sack. Hard work and so little play, were enough to make a kid turn bad. Hot summer days and sweaty summer nights are what we often had. So void of bountiful breezes, many summers were so awesomely sad.
My brothers and I were often found riding with our dad in his pickup truck, and our heads blowing in the wind made us glad. So little freedom and justice were enough to drive us mad. Our days moved at snail's pace, and a better tomorrow always seemed to lag. We believed that the future was promising, but many of our days felt like nightmares, and many people lived deep inside of their nightmares and would drink away their cares.
When I was little, people would often speak of needles in a haystack. It's true that much of life is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I once knew people who, against all odds, found that unfindable needle. After finding that needle and sewing their way clear out of the hay fields, they kept right on sewing and working through the tall grassy cotton, corn, and bean fields. So often, the only choices we have are, in a sense, evil; but we cast the best of the evil ballots. I learned a little bit of this kind of determination from 'needle people' when I was a little boy. These are the heroes I once knew deep down in America's southern land when I was a little boy.
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I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on your unknowing, my unshowing.
until an unblossoming of a true form me
and a society forced to see me,
and try to be me,
the perfect rose.
her eyes were blue skies
the thrill of the hunt was a long track
she was like finding a needle in a haystack
he finally captured her eyes
thread to bare was full size
threading the needle took patience and tack
connie pachecho
3/7/17
A needle in a haystack I am
Lost, beyond the boundary of my being.
It is a tiny universe you say
Finite from infinite end to infinite end
And still no bigger than the one
Whose voice wrote the words of its origin
And did he not came to seek and find me
But yet I am lost again
Among the infinite smallness of things
On my brain flipping their little wings
I can understand the needle
Lost in so much straw, the infinitely small
Lost in the relatively infinite pile
Waiting to reek some future in havoc
In throat, or skin, or trembling bowels
In all the places I feel the phantom fear
But cannot find myself as easy as a tear
Is found to irrigate each thought I spawn
With black wings cluttering the raw dawn
Dripping, leaking all its contents to find me
Wanting a Calvary again.
Night's dark bottom drained
Has no clue how deep I am in since Adam
Opened the spillway to the bottom.
Hell is a far place down in me, I cannot climb
Out by myself, except heaven, the farthest place
Away, hear loudest my whispered cry for help.
Go winnow you haystack to find your lost pearl
Here, the pearl winnows me, and still I find
No trace of me in me, I am too scrubbed
By all the bleached out years of black history.
Look what you found in the classified ads,
while looking for that needle in a haystack
A Little Mermaid bassinet and baby stroller set
Puppies with adorable eyes, and vintage eight tracks ...
obsolete technology from another time
Just about anything you could ever want,
in the classified ads you can find
Are you in need of a maid,
or a babysitter perhaps
Do you need a tutor for a math class,
because your kid is getting a failing grade
What can you sell,
what can you buy
In a classified ad is where the answer lie
So much tradeable skills and merchandise
to sift through
So many bargains and lemons
waiting to entice you
Everything up for sell ain’t all good,
everything offered to buy ain’t all bad
You gotta be a wise discerner,
be an informed consumer market learner
When you’re dealing with a classified ad:
Somebody’s gonna buy something that will make them happy,
somebody’s gonna buy something that will make them sad
That’s just the way it is,
when it comes to curiously combing through the classified ads
Somebody’s gonna sell something that will make you happy,
somebody’s gonna sell something that will make you sad
That’s just the way it is,
when it comes to placing an eye-catching classified ad
When navigating through consumer traffic
in search of a needful thing
A classified ad is the perfect safari highway,
used by every bargain hunting king and queen