May your poetry output be more plentiful
Than the number of bits of hay
To be picked through
Before finding the
Haystack’s
Needle
Farm child or a child from the city
Every one of them know the magic
Something to be dove into from up high
Or tunneled into through a secret door
A haystack can be anything you can imagine
A pond or a castle or anything in between
But it will always be fun
And who could ever ask for more
N-eedle in a haystack
E-agerly evades the finder;
S-earch is so difficult
T-o any serious seeker.
O-n the twenty-seventh of July, the truth is finally found;
R-emain inside the fold, till you hear the trumpet sound.
E-ach elect has found
C-omplete peace of mind;
H-aystack and zone of lies
A-re truly left behind.
N-o unbeliever can see, detect or even track;
O-utsiders look at the faith like a needle in a haystack.
Been looking for love
And I know it’s very near
But every time I find it
It always seems to disappear
Maybe I don’t know what
It is really I’m searching for
What if I had it already?
And let it walk out the door
I feel so lost in this world
With a monkey on my back
Finding some one to love
Is like a needle in a haystack
Though I found some one
But I was so wrong about that
She made it crystal clear
When she hit me slap
So I said ok no problem
Just another notch on my knife
Another pair of high heels
Stepping all over my life
Went down the road too far
And I can’t make my way back
Just left wondering lost
Like a needle in a haystack
Why do we hurt our self?
For those who are not worth it
If my grandmother was alive
Would say stop being so stupid
My Grandmother was very smart
It’s like she can see the future
If she says that girl is trouble
Bet your dollar it ends in disaster
So from today I’m done
Stop looking for love completely
If a girl wants to give me her love
She has to come to me
We know it’s not going to happen
So why give my self a heart attack
When it’s clear for me to see
I’m just like needle in a haystack
The boy who resides over the sheep seems to have dozed off in the midst of the
changing times
Everything around him is traveling at a light year speed
And jet-lag has taken its toll on the one napping under the haystack
So I guess its up to someone else to blow the horn
But who?
It looks like everyone else was along for the ride with Little Boy Blue
Now the cows and sheep are out of place
Heading for the cliff at a fast pace
So lets all wake up before we lose all of our LIVESTOCK
And before our LIFE STOCK starts to decline
Find an alarm clock and set it for yesterday
And take some of the pressure off of Little Boy Blue
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