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I suppose I would be considered shy
as I'm pretty reserved with folk
having a stammer effect that reserve
find it even difficult asking for a coke
Outgoing would never describe me
even without my stammer, I'd be reserved
some of us just like being quiet
being extrovert takes a lot of nerve
In my early days of life
walking down any town street
when someone walked my way
I'd cross the road avoiding to meet
It's always so difficult to know
what to say if someone spoke
always safer just to stay quiet
your word choice felt it was so broke
Shyness is so much a silent sound
wishing to speak sometimes or not
so many people are shy at heart
since an early age even as a tot
It really is a quietness of spirit
what makes us so we don't know
but one day all will be revealed
by the one who created the snow!
(I've written this piece on shyness, just some thoughts on what I think it means and my experience of it at various times in my life.)
October manifesto
I came across a paper on it was written” October document.”
no date, nothing at all.
This prompted me to look in the mirror at the face looking back at me
an elderly man with sad eyes.
A man I didn´t know who carried my face or was it my face?
The inner me looked pretty different, more youthful, I thought.
In my old house, I had no mirrors except the one in the bathroom
that mirror was always steamed up; I preferred it that way.
A woman moved in, and suddenly I had many mirrors.
It is difficult to know oneself without illusion, it helps to have a friend to tell us
the truth as she/sees it.
But are they telling the truth they don´t know what you think?
October is a strange month, it can be mild, it knows what
is coming. Sleet and winter storm, with and yellow leaves, it accepts the fate,
check the roof and firewood and waits.
His first love
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was marched to the railway station, he waved they had been
good friends, was told not to he waved anyway his streak of protest.
Enemy and friend, it is difficult to know when you are four years old.
Has the new year brought me love,
Or just more solitude and misery?
Can it give a glimpse of happiness,
That's not inclined to a forgery?
I suppose that time will be the monitor,
As days, weeks, and months become the year.
Yet I am left to wonder and inquire,
Towards the pace, fast or slow, that I fear.
Often, there's a fuse to trigger an explosion,
Though it is difficult to know if it's been lit.
So while the seconds tick away in anxiety,
The minutes blow right on by and won't quit.
Such is the nature that time possesses,
Whether expanding or contracting in space.
Not to mention all the bending and gravity,
It's no wonder it can blow up in one's face.
I am hopeful that my future self will learn to be honest
I have strived for honesty my whole life,
but when mental illness hit very close to home,
it became easier to just lie.
I am somewhat ashamed to admit that the last several years,
when people would ask me how I am doing, my pat answer
was "I am fine" Or "I am good" despite the fact that
it felt like my life was collapsing around me
Mental Illness is hard on the person suffering, but it is
also hard on the family members because often
it is difficult to know what to do to help
and pushing just makes things worse
I am proud that I have educated myself on mental illness
and the resources available in my area. But, I do want
to be more honest with others and share what I have experienced
Because someone else may need to hear what I have to say.
Christmas years ahead...
holograms that come alive
standing in our midst;
Santa, reindeer, Christmas trees
come and go with just a switch.
No more shopping malls...
All gifts picked and bought online
delivered by drones,
that fly 'round the world in hours;
pickup for returns from homes.
Church will come to us...
household interactive scenes
take us to new realms.
With high-tech sermonizing,
spirit of peace overwhelms.
Dinner feast at home
or floating restaurants high
that hover above,
as winter-white scenery
fills our hearts with joy and love.
Yes, there will be snow.
By then we will have command
of our weather flow.
It will fall on Christmas Eve,
just enough to make it glow.
No religious wars.
Mankind by then will settle
spiritual freedom;
to each his own in worship.
So our Christmas Eve will come.
Christmas years ahead...
how will it compare to now?
Difficult to know.
Humans adjust to changes;
compare now to long ago.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: A Futuristic Christmas
Judged: 12/27/2015
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
When searching for the key to happiness
It’s difficult to know exactly what to do
Sometimes I wonder if we should be looking
into our sadness too…
We should look for someone who knows our sadness
who can see the tear before it reaches our eye
for someone who accepts our sadness
who knows it’s okay to cry.
For someone who understand us
who can read our changing mood…or tone
who knows when we want to be held
and when we want to be left alone.
For someone who understands sadness has its own schedule
who knows what is at stake
someone who will sit beside us…and hold our hand
no matter how long we take.
For someone who knows when it comes to sadness
this lesson they have learned:
It is only through patience and love and understanding
that happiness will return.
And if you’re lucky you will find your happiness…
You’ll find that someone who
all the while you were looking for them
they were looking for you.
Political and health epidemics
Are the topic of the news
It seems each day they intensify
Authorities all have different views
Normal carefree days are gone
There's tension and unrest
Solutions, often are hard to find
It's difficult to know what is best
Actually, troubles are not new
The Bible records, in the book of Job
Verse fourteen; one and two - -
Only a few days, is mankind's abode
Jesus was aware of worldly troubles
He often used them to exemplify
Parables He gave to multitudes
That His message would be glorified
Psalm twenty-three; verse four,
Gives credence to the fact
That in the midst of trouble
God's grace can have impact
There is light at the end of the tunnel
There is peace at journeys end
The One that hangs the stars at night
Will be closer than your dearest friend
So let us stay focused on His promise
In the midst of dismay and gloom
At the end of the trail, there is victory
Remember, - - He arose from the tomb
Colan L Hiatt = 12-04-2020
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