Best Trouble Free Poems
The days, they come; the days, they go.
Like rivers on and on they flow,
not always smoothly. Some will be
quite turbulent, some trouble free.
Like clouds and sunshine, rain and snow,
the days, they come; the days, they go.
While some are pleasant, others glum,
they're life--no matter how they come.
Our minds, through time, serve as the seat
of memories--some tart, some sweet.
The days, they come; the days, they go.
Hard times and blessings they bestow.
The strong and wise will realize
the sun that sets will also rise.
Soft breezes drift and rough winds blow.
The days, they come; the days, they go.
I feel emotionally flat
the experience is very stressful
No flooding or concentration
Acute, which is more persistent
Maybe therapy and skills training
- some will need it just for safety
I crank my headphones up to deafening level
- shuts off all sick thoughts
The silence gradually becomes unbearable
Along the way, I experienced that
the parachute did not work satisfactorily
If only God could give me a clear sign
Saturn's rings exist exclusively
of missing aircraft luggage
I think everything is predetermined
Hope is foolproof
I cut the cucumber slices like hearts
25/7/20
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The love we share
There was a time...
I was young and trouble free
Money poured like rain...
washed all over me
Those were the days...
for doing all I could do
Those were the days...
the days when I met you
We had a life with time to spare
All we had...was the love we share
There was a time...
I thought I was invincible
Work was all that mattered
I was nearly invisible
Those were the dark days...
when we would drift apart
Those were the dark days...
when we would mend our broken hearts
No one likes to play the fool,
Sometimes destiny is cruel!
It's great to see you smile...
even if, just to hide the pain
It's been quite a while...
and no one is to blame
These are the best days...
for learning how to live
These are the best days...
to begin to forgive
What are troubled times, good for?
We learn to love a little more!
How was I to know...
that life comes to an end?
Now that everything is gone...
you are my only friend
These are the best days...
to breathe all I can breathe
These are the best days...
to confirm what I believe
When time's up, there's no time to spare!
All that's left is the love we share!
Seems to me, seasons change...
and not always for the best
When winter finally comes...
maybe now's a good time to rest
These are the best days...
for keeping bodies warm
These are the best days...
like the calm before the storm
When times up there's no time to spare,
all that's left is the love we share
When times up there's no time to spare,
all that's left is the love we share
repeat and fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
September 10,2018
From way up high looking down on Earth
Living up on some clouds to the west
Is my guardian angel watching over me
Not allowing hard times and unrest
Blessed with good fortune and a happy life
Pretty lucky when I hear people mutter
It hasn't been a popular trend among most
Yet my life's been smooth as butter
Makes me smile and I count my lucky stars
For this charmed and trouble free life
Relative calm and good fortune's been mine
Uneventful and free from strife
Must've done something to deserve this life
Once was kind to a little old lady
Helped her across a real busy intersection
It was just for a matter of safety
Humbly I accept this great honour with pride
Sure don't want to rock the boat
One day think I'll just sail off into the sunset
And be remembered by what I wrote
People say, it’s very difficult to reach out to their fathers,
But my father adds to the count of my cap’s feathers.
More than a father-daughter,
My relation with him has been more of honor.
He would stand for me against anyone who would try to bother.
With all his decisions for my life turning positive,
Sometimes I doubt: With GOD, is my father my life’s fellow author?
During our high school days,
his day would start at 4 in the mornings,
giving us the first wakeup call,
and thereafter some tactical warnings.
Preparing us morning tea,
Then drive us to tuition daily with a mission
Of giving us a future that was trouble free
Right from ironing the uniforms of his daughters number one, two and three
To growing them into girls who were allowed to argue and make their father
agree
To making sure that he gave us values that would be as strong as roots of a
banyan tree,
Working selflessly all knowing that he would have to let go
and set his money making kids very soon free
Bright future of his kids is what my father always believed in
and could foresee.
What my father did for us,
I can never forget,
I've got the best father on Mother Earth,
This is what I can bet.
Picture perfect memories now shadowy gray,
Words in mid-sentence fade away.
Confusion reigns where once ideas flowed clearly,
Independence lost as frail body, aging mind suffer dearly.
Aging with grace and good health is a true blessing,
But cruel is a loss of mind and dignity - so distressing.
Our golden years should be a time of well-earned relaxation,
But sometimes dementia slithers in and causes much frustration.
Pray fervently your golden years will be sweet and trouble free.
For too many they will disappear with the loss of memory.
6/18/21
s o b e r...
The fuse burns the skin; 'till years disappear in the sear. Those scars allow us to be who we are - - - urging us to bleed truth- - - so we can speed through the blues----- fueling us with the go, the giddy up to show, with each blow we grow,---and we Leggo our Ego -------just so the doubters we encounter shout louder and louder--- tho' they ain't got a clue as to who... or what we're about, or the journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout-------- and we wish upon a trouble free time to be near, yet it's far...- - - like the stars in the sky----...---sobering the view...while we drink the abuse------Still, the lit fuse burns the years till our fears cry.-____so hopefully, we learn from the scars when our tears dry.
The first three months he wasn't there,
his infant eyes would blankly stare,
his parents thought he couldn't see,
and wrestled with anxiety.
I guess his soul then chose to stay,
suddenly, he was there one day,
his eyes met mine, he smiled and cooed,
and woke each day in a joyous mood.
My God, what a precious child was he!
And, oh, I loved him desperately.
On every night, he was held and rocked,
and ancient stories he was taught.
He learned the songs both Swiss and Scot,
which stirred deep memories long forgot.
This dear child's soul was old and wise,
you could see it in his eyes.
Blond hair in ringlets, truth be told,
as if by magic, spun from gold.
This beloved child is all grown now,
the years flew past, I wonder how.
I long to do it all once more,
to hold the child I so adored,
I hold, instead, the memories,
of Alpine hikes and deep blue seas.
And white-sand walks on Siesta Key,
of life so safe and trouble-free.
I see the man this child's become,
full of pride for Zach, my son.
I know my life of helplessness
because of him's not meaningless.
He's such a gift to humanity,
this child who ran beside the sea.
And I am awed and humbled, too:
I was only born to give birth to you.
So all my years of pain and strife
were worth it all, to give you life.
©Danielle White
I am a tiny winged buzzing insect
A friend to folks and flowers alike
Another name for hard work
Toiling untiring from dawn to dusk
I set out merry, humming a tune,
On my professed mission of gathering honey
The flowers freshly bathed in dew
Eagerly await my propitious visit
I like to flit from flower to flower
I love dallying with floral beauties
Gladiolus, Chrysanthemums and Petunias
Red geraniums and colorful Zinniahs
But I prefer to hover over clustered blooms
Which hang from trees’ stooping boughs
From each flower I sup to my fill
And my body gets covered in yellow dust
I don’t believe in the Epicurean dictum
Of ‘Eat, drink and be merry’
Neither do I live just for today
I await a future that is trouble free
We work tireless till the day is done
And see that every cell of our hive is full
We never complain of those among us
Who stay idle and thrive on our labor
Never grumble against the privileged Queen
Who enjoys unique status with rights many
For we respect the Nature-ordained hierarchy
As we know, a mob without a leader would be anarchy
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We're each handed what we are dealt
No one said life is trouble free
I used to dwell on how I felt
Till I realized the blessing I was given-
The mother of special needs children
Dont pity me with sadness
When my heart is filled with pride
For I can look deeper in the eyes of others and see the beauty they hold inside
I cant judge like I used to
Like you cant judge a book by its cover
Because a cover is all it really is-
Its whats under to discover
I'm more patient than most people though i didn't start out that way
For the gift of my children has guided me to this very day
I've learned not to ridicule for I have seen the stares of others
Knowing we are all unique
All these children and their mothers
Though,I have frustration and stress just like everyone else
I've been gifted with the knowledge and a lesson worth in gold-
That we all have imperfections that make us who we are
So very precious.... in our mold
From way up high looking down on Earth
Living up on some clouds to the west
Is my guardian angel watching over me
Not allowing hard times and unrest
Blessed with good fortune and a happy life
Pretty lucky when I hear people mutter
Bout this and that, bout all kinds of sadness
Yet my life's been smooth as butter
Makes me smile and I count my lucky stars
For this charmed and trouble free life
Relatively calm, and good fortune was mine
Uneventful and free from strife
Must've done something to deserve this life
Was once kind to little old lady
Helped her across a real busy intersection
It was just for a matter of safety
Humbly I accept this great honour with pride
Sure don't want to rock the boat
One day, think I'll just sail off into the sunset
And be remembered by what I wrote
© Jack Ellison 2014
Today is your day, don’t be afraid
A day to celebrate for you were born today
Another life has given to the most special someone
Forget about worries for you merit to be happy
Today is your day, let’s spend all night long
We’ll eat fancy cakes with happy birthday song
Smile at me for we deserve to be trouble free
Make today the best for this happens once a year
Today is your day, make it special
So make most out of this remaining hours
Dance, sing and eat while our bodies can
Till we see sunlight shines in morning calm
Today is your day, happy birthday to you!
Our voices shiver in joy in this entire room
Let’s make fun of this special day of yours
As I start to read this sweet poem of mine
-HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!
OH THE whole worlds come, come all
We fill up the world maritime with soil-
I know that is against natural appeal
Therefore our precious time shall we fritter away;
For where we hollow out the soil from
There shall we leave another sea-
Where then shall we term residence?
But uh humanity come a few, hardly any hands
We lug this edifice down to ground,
And we put a new-fangled one in its place-
I discern that work is trouble-free
For work of the hands of man
Shall never last long into the future,
It can be ruined in a day, any time.
Lord, so many times, “I ask You why?”
Why have You chosen me?
What am I to do Lord?
Why can I not be like someone else?
Like the woman in the church,
Strong in faith, full of character,
Glows with the light of Your love,
Always smiling, always giving.
Why can I not be like the rich man?
Having a home of my own,
Wealth enough as not to worry,
To provide for my children the things they deserve.
Why can I not be like the lady at the shop?
Physically beautiful, energetic and graceful,
No worries about weight issues,
No health issues due to weight.
Why can I not have that dream family?
A family filled with love, always sharing,
Spiritually bound with one another,
Well educated and trouble free.
Lord, these things I continually wish for,
I’ve failed You Lord;
I do not want to seem selfish,
Nor do I want to feel ungrateful.
But Lord, I ask you why?
Why have you chosen me?
To live the life you’ve presented to me,
This life I feel I cannot live any more.
Day by day, every moment,
My life filled with constant struggles,
The pain and suffering never ending,
A constant battle, never winning,
Climbing to reach You, always falling,
Why Lord, why me?
I am weak and bruised Lord,
My heart is weary,
My body grows more tired each day.
I cry with silent tears as to hide my sorrows.
If this is what I must go through,
Then please help me to understand why.
Please guide me, Lord, show me Your light,
Help me find my way.
Build my character and give me faith.
Help me Lord, to live this life,
This life You have chosen for me.
~AMEN~
One day goes by
Then two to be
Three goes by and four
Is to see
Eyes open, breath easy
Positive life
With confident audacity
New beginnings made trouble-free
Transition from the old to the new
And you will see
The power
of
positively
-The Clueless Bastard