Best Who Knows Poems
A rill meanders by my shady tree
and vanishes into the morning mist.
Who guides it on its journey to the sea
as stream joins stream, with gravity's assist?
Free will or destiny? Unanswered still.
What guides a river's course? Deep mystery.
The fates, or God, or chance, or human will?
This plagues the brightest minds of history.
Time is that river's steady downhill flow -
to go uphill is science fiction's dream
but that is a direction one can't go,
for time allows no traveling upstream.
What will determine how this river flows?
I know not, but I know of One who knows.
written 23 Sep 2020
Can you care to much
Love to strong
Give away your soul
Problems help her to resolve
Who knows a woman’s mind
I walked that extra mile
To watch her drop my heart
Is it too much to adore
Should caring be rationed
Love measured out
Who knows a woman’s mind
When is the time to walk to the horizon
Turn and wave goodbye
while still holding tears in your eyes
Who knows a woman’s mind
Who Knows Who Knew
I didn’t know,
I thought I knew,
I didn’t know I knew,
and now I know
I didn’t know
I knew.
John G. Lawless
©1/24/2022
An ancient proverb states that he who knows, and knows that he knows, he is
wise follow him,
But how do we know that he knows? And knows the fact that he knows, and
once we know that, then we know and know that we know, so why follow him?
He also states that he who knows and knows not that he knows, he is
uninformed inform him,
But how are we to inform him, unless we know and know that we know, for if we
don't we are in no great position to inform him than to inform ourselves?
It also states that he who knows not and knows that he knows not he is ignorant
teach him,
But in order to know that you know not, you must know a little so if he knows a
little, then he's on the right track so why teach him when we could teach
ourselves to know and know that we know,
It states in conclusion that he who knows not and knows that he knows not he is
a fool shun him,
But if he knows not and knows not that he knows not then he does not know even
as much as he who knows not and knows that he knows not so why not help the
fool instead of he who knows not but knows enough to know that he does not
know.
However, there is a new proverb on the horizon.
It states, that for those who know and know that they know, those who know and
know not that they know, those who know not and know they know not, and for
those who know not and know not that they know not,
The most astute thing to do is to know when to keep quiet so that no one else
knows whay you do or do not know until you are absolutely positive of what you
do and do not know, then keep trying to know until you know not, for he who
knows not knows more!!
The stars may wink their last goodbyes,
the sun may disappear,
the moon may shrink and come to naught
and I will shed a tear.
The universe may turn to dust
all flora, fauna waste away,
we may spend our time in darkness
hoping for a brand new day.
Will you still be here to comfort me
to fill my eyes with pride,
and swell my heart with tenderness,
my love, my blushing bride?
A mask
Quiet and concealed
Hide my identity
Full of beauty and bright color
Who knows?
Who knows what waits in the wings,
or why hearts are fragile things?
Who knows if his words are true,
or if Hope's lying to you?
Who knows why resistance dies,
when he stares into your eyes?
Who knows if he'll cheat again,
or if time will heal your pain?
Who knows how love got its start,
or found its way to your heart?
Who knows if today will bring
more pain, or a wedding ring?
Who knows if love is real;
or how real it can feel?
Who knows what trust's all about;
or why your heart harbors doubt?
Who knows if dreams can come true,
or if he'll ever leave you?
Who knows why love comes and goes:
it is anyone's guess; who knows?
Long have I known this vessel
These arms extended
This vision unhindered
Long have I waited for an answer
The questions arise
Slithering like cancer
Long have I seen the horizon
The lightness it lays
The darkness it buries
Forever is a never I refuse
In the back of my head
Hanging on loose threads
I refuse to believe, what isn't there
I'm meant for greatness
I'm not meant for despair
I refuse to look at my palms
Strong, yet empty
Youthful, yet bare
And the morning greets me again
With hopes of persistence
But who am I to force myself
Resistance is my indifference
Another empty hand strikes the hour
And I lay still and ponder
Is it the half filled glass I see
Or the half empty, I wonder
Surely sunrise will come tomorrow
Perhaps, who knows, I’ll not be here
If so, I’ll have no troubles to borrow,
I’ll be sleeping soundly without fear
Or, I may be climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Written September 11, 2022
Submitted to “Bite Size Poem No 52” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
i asked you whether i was worthy of your love
you looked at me with eyes i wished i had the talent to decipher
those same eyes staring at me all these years
for always a solid 5 seconds no more
you asked me what was wrong
i’m just curious i answered
you smiled and said
who knows?
The fondness of melody
The zeal of prose & poetry
The epilogue and purity
Along with one’s finesse
All of which are influence
To come into existence
By meeting of both minds
In due time, in sequence
Who knows?
03/22/16
4th placer in
"Future" themed contest
She feels the urge to ask,
And in a different time she would have,
I guess it’s just another mask,
Removed by hands of time.
A child asks a mother in attempts to understand,
A fool asks a brother for the faintest hope of what he’d planned,
But what’s become of her?
She, who feels that urge to ask,
But every ‘magined scene evaporates because at last…
She knows a thing that needs no validation,
Her heart and head align for once in pure determination,
And in every situation,
Her conclusions flow the same,
Like the ocean from the river from the highest snows from whence it came,
Desire o’re the years and years
Shaped through all the tears, the tears,
They form a being needless of a voice to tame the proof
That’s found,
In every tingling nerve and heartbeat dancing to the truth
Around,
A fire lit within,
She won’t believe it anymore
That what drives her is a sin.
The sin of resolution,
The futility of absolution,
Oh, so heavy lies the crown
Upon a cool prevailing head,
No more in need of sought or proffered
Whispers of the ones who led
Her
Much too often to the stagnant pool of false reflection,
Softening the empty burn of grudging genuflection,
At the base of some familiar altar,
Asking far too much,
A sacrifice of every smile,
Every notion,
Every touch,
Of every single fiber weaving who she’s born to be,
Fraying all the threads,
Blurring all the lines,
Convincing her she cannot see
The Self that’s in her eyes,
Prompting her to ask
~ Like a fool, like a child ~
Which parts of her are good to keep,
And which are remnants of the wild,
Ancient,
Gorgeous,
Magic,
Sane illogic,
Pieces of her soul,
Mold them,
Shape them,
To this thing called reason…
Expectation…
White picket fence of civilization.
Does it make her a good woman to conform to this?
I guess that depends on the meaning of “good”,
And whether she gives a $h1+,
She asks now only as a curiosity,
Offering her story, but never an apology,
And truthfully,
What she came to see,
Is an answer that,
From the mouth of another,
Placates like that from a brother,
Or a mother,
But that answer heeded from deep within,
In all its frightening truth,
Relentless and unabashed,
Yes, that answer heeded from deep within
Is the one that caused HER life to begin.
FATHER WHO KNOWS OUR PLIGHT
Father of Heaven of morning and night,
Who knows all men, our every plight
Who knows our words before we speak
Those proud in heart, those humble and meek.
Who hears us plainly when we pray
Words uttered in groanings, we cannot say.
Be thou our Savior in the darkest hours
For we live like monuments, perish like flowers.
Sweet Jesus we pray the prayer of faith,
For those hanging between life and the eternal gate.
For those fighting to breathe, enduring great pain,
Whose loved ones that may never see alive again.
Though this prayer is just a moment’s plea
You are Father and Lord of eternity.
We speak life, your Angels intervene,
fighting the darkness and evils unseen.
Father help now our faith and unbelief,
Whether in moments of victor, or tragedy.
For you are Lord, God of morning and night,
God who knows all men, our every plight.
We trust your will be done today,
As we your children humbly pray.
In Jesus’ Name , Amen
I ordered an iced tea but I want coffee now because I am chilling
I ordered a hamburger but Joe’s tenderloin is looking ten times better
We cut our sandwiches in two and both halves are wonderfully filling
I am warming up thanks to him being smart enough to bring a sweater
A waitress just passed us carrying an enormous piece of coconut cake
I thought I could not even look at another bit of food until she walked by
My traitorous taste buds start lighting up, they laugh, shimmer and shake.
One more thing my husband tells her a piece of that cake we will buy
It is wonderful to eat out with a man who knows your taste in food
A husband who understands your habits better than others can
I leave the delicious diner in a happy fancy prance-y eating mood
I think I will keep my crystal ball kind of understanding sharing man.