Best Controls Poems
Fate or choice which controls your life?
So you believe in fate do you?
Is that your fate or
do you choose to believe it?
Are you destined to believe in destiny?
So then,
if fate predetermines
everything we do, and the result,
then really ...
there is no such thing as free will...
yet we know...
we were created with free will
how do we know?
try training a child to obey
is it easy
or do they
have their own will?
ok ok... so
do you wear a seat belt?
why?
because statistics prove
that wearing seat belts
saves lives!
So if someone chooses (note the choice of wording)
to ignore the law
and does not
wear a seat belt
and is killed
was it fate?
or just a bad choice?
When you are sick
do you go to the doctor?
Why?
Because your chances
of getting better are higher
if...
you seek medical treatment.
So if someone has a cold
and it worsens
and it becomes pneumonia
and he chooses (note the choice of wording)
not to seek treatment
and dies...
is it fate?
or bad choices?
In a time of war
is it safer on the front lines
or in your comfortable home?
Yet, it is said that a soldier died
because it was his time, his fate,
really?
Was it destiny
or was it
a consequence
of his choice?
So do you believe in fate?
Is it your fate?
Or is it your choice?
If you choose to believe
that your future
is in fates hands
then fate requires you to
not wear a seat belt
not to seek medical attention
and to sign up
for the front lines
of the next war
because it
doesn't matter anyway
you're in fates hands
right?
Or do you have a choice?
John Derek Hamilton
April 27, 2016
gun control controls
behavior of those with guns
so we will be safe
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Sometimes when i say goodbye.
I wonder how I hold it togather befor
the phone touches the reciever.
Does she know the pain I mask.
Memories make us drunk with emotion.
Time makes us bitter from the cold.
And in the darkness she brings light.
Under the ice she creates warmth.
She kisses the past away.
My shelter in which to run
If I choose to lead so does she follow.
Two halfs of one heart.
Weve walked across broken glass to lay
in a feather bed.
The nights passionet flow
her head apon my chest.
And how could I find one so perfect for me.
Distance takes the heart and traces the tear.
Such comfort brought from the understanding.
That pain would be erased if she were here.
Jules i see that next day as a promise
set in stone.
That from that first hello
we found in one another a reason to never be alone.
The highway rolls into the horizen
eternal is the love.
As a sun sets apon the ocean we stand
my arms wrapped around you waves crash into the shore.
In love I give everything.
For i could spend a lifetime here with you.
And still thirst for more.
With words we struggle to say.
What flows from the pen.
Also bleeds form the soul and that
shall never go away.
Dedicated To Jules honey sometimes not even the page can say
all that heart holds
Love always John Patrick Robbins
Form:
He was cold, and, suffering bad...
She was far too hot,
A cooling breeze...
She wished that she had...
So he turned up his temp,
And her's, she turned down,
And it's more than hard to believe,
Just how fast one can be turned,
Into a sad clown...
Further up, he turned,
His heat control number,
did he dial...
While she turned down,
On her's, praying for,
Relief, all the sweat soaked while...
But he just got colder,
While she started to roast...
But he just got colder,
While she started to roast,
It was fast becoming unbearable,
My dear aunt very near,
Turned to burnt toast...
And my favorite uncle...
Now near frozen solid...
In frozen fear he did clutch...
His oaken bed post,
Which, oddly, now seemed quite warm...
And this was, for sure,
Never before the norm...
Now was the time,
For drastic action,
Each turned their temp dials
Up or down to the max...
Would'a been much more easy,
For each to learn, in a mere hour,
Just how to play jazz sax...
Now each was quite desperate,
And anguished beyond belief,
Burning and freezing,
There seemed no relief...
Who sold them this defective blanket?
Just who was that nasty thief??
Almost as if well practiced,
and seemingly on cue,
Each jumped out of their,
Respective torture device,
Seemed all they could do,
Ready now to call an electrician,
Or psychic, for some sorely needed advice...
Next day, when their bedroom door,
They did finally unlock...
To finally check on inside,
Expecting some horrific shock,
Like the bed partly frozen,,
And part melted away...
Knowing that, if such should be,
They would have not a clue,
On just what to say...
The electrician soon did come than...
A $160 call...
For a 2 minute peek...
And even that was half stall...
One thing you could count true,
He was pissing off us all...
He explained to them...
The problem, he did diagnose,
It wasn't evil spirits...
It was not a ghost...
See each had,
their wires crossed,
The dual control temp dials,
Oh, brother!!!
And they had only controlled...
The temperature of the other!!......."
Spider's gossamer
crafts net trap's solar system
controls from center
For Contest:
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
WHO REALLY CONTROLS THE WORLD?
Going up and down
Dark and cruel to behold
We smile in tears and agony
Death smiles scornfully behind
The only gift of life is death itself
Fears in joyful mood
Destruction our humble friend here and there
Cry, pains, and suffering faster they match forward
In tattered clothes like a kite in a carbonated rotten air.
Who truly rules the world?
You, me or the presidents and governors in selfishness
Or the black mountainous creature sent
Down from above in those dark days?
Who controls the world, mother?
Father, who truly controls the world?
When shall we see the true ruler?
Our aging minds are bleeding
Our world a mess of mess of evil
Liquor in kind cruel heart
Of the Animal called man
War sings in perfection to us in fear
Mother, tell me when we shall be free
When shall our suffering be over father?
Who really controls the world?
my children await the answer.
(c) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
AMERICA NEEDS AN INTELLECTUAL GANGSTER AT THE CONTROLS
His father, and his rogue friends were keeping him a
Float. He is a sucker and a lame for
Russia and Putin can sink his boat,
His goofy American followers. Don’t know doo-doo.
Democrats are baffled, and so is his wife...
Good america needs a gangster granny in their life.
Fight fire with fire stop being so nice.
You can’t put your kitten in a dog fight.
Americans,are in a gunfight and brought a knife .
They give you nonsensical riddles and watch
you try n make sense out nonsense.
First, if the gig was rigged it means he’s illegit,
so your goofballs let him sit.!?!!
Only one-side is playing by the rules.
Yall talking bobbleheads are yapping,
When you should be GANGSTA RAPPIN’.
Sometime you have send for that retired
''UNCLE’’from the hood- the hood law-LAWYER,
to be understood.
HOODLUM CUM LAUDY.
NO MORE MR. N MISSES NICE GUY.
American’s, you need an OG ,in your life.
Stop WORSHIPPING the one ...that rhymes with ditch,
that you think is rich,
who’ll not throw you a bone.
KEEP'N you distracted til ’
America’s gains are gone.
SEE IT CLEARLY, OR MERELY CLEAR,
We need our OGs at the control or;
WATCH AMERICA DISAPPEARED.
This is a true story, a legend in the family, as related by my favorite aunt and
uncle awhile back. It happened, I'm not smart enough to make something this
bizarre and humorous up....So, strap in,.....Here we go!...!!!...
"If you want,
to stay warm at night...
Just get an electric blanket,
They're "out of sight"!!
You can turn down,
The house's temp...
And still cuddle up warm,
In spite of the winter's
Cold hearted contempt...
But if you get one blanket,
With dual controls,
For husband and wife,
And even if, you have, a very long life,
Make sure you understand,
All the blanket's dial setting roles...
See, my aunt and my uncle,
On one cold winter's night...
Went to bed together,
And turned off the light...
They set their controls,
The way that they did like,
But trouble soon brewed,
They were fast approaching...
More than one "yike"!!!!!
Deadly greed allows mafia
leaders to fake their deaths
and impersonate my deceased
father born 1942 why old
disagreement’s unfinished
bribes payoffs bleeding the
life out of fallen officers sigh
for the giving pray for the
souls of the silent beings
when knights of Columbus
closes empty coffins creating
hell on earth for the public
puppeteers awaiting the
puppet masters cue from
above dirt my prayers are
with all the Gargano family
members forces to mourn
empty graves in public while
mafia members pass envelopes
around city officials break rooms
Honor doesn’t come from poking
your finger and burning a photo
of a saint it comes from respecting
honoring all who served and still
serving Stop organized crime bullies
left over garbage from Frank
the bomber Balistieri I will never
fear your bullying intimidation
I am unashamed I wore wires
pregnant for the Fbi buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops selling drugs for
the Gargano crime family over
looking black town fort Myers
Florida Andersen avenue
As Monarchs flutter within my yard,
Preparing for their trip so hard.
Not aimlessly fluttering to and fro,
God spoke it once and made it so.
The sound of Geese now fill the sky,
To winter home they now must fly.
How do they know when time to go?
God spoke it once and made it so.
Squirrel's, no busier could they be,
Storing nuts from a backyard tree.
Why at this time, how did they know?
God spoke it once and made it so.
A quick glance downward at my feet,
A trail of ants seen with winters meat.
How can lowly ants work like a pro?
God spoke it once and made it so.
These things I've seen within my yard,
The explanation given is not so hard.
God didn't create and then let go,
God spoke it once and made it so.
As I look at nature each day I see,
Beauty that didn't just happen to be.
One must but look to surely know,
God spoke it once and made it so.
Heart tells me to
Ease when I am
Anxious and
Relaxes me
Tactically through soothing rhythms
Triggers hormones
Relatively with the assistance of brain
Understands my plight
Tempts me to dance and
Hushes my emotions..!!
My heart knocks fervently
So that I would open the hutch
and let it flutter free..
Enticing me often to go
for a waltz with my partner,
swaying in his arms hours together;
Pounding thumps compose music and
convinces me to perform salsa & duet .
The erogenous zones creates goosebumps
and tickles the sensual nerves;
Tantalizes belly for a boogie woogie,
And my foot taps the tiles below continually
yearning for a jazz ,
as lyrical swing guides our delicate body
with fluid movements
expelling rhythmic joy.....!!!
Aug 3 ,2020
Note:Heart Truth poetry Contest.(N/A)
Note2: Submitting to Strand Completely New (21) ,
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest.
The chances of controlling today's men,remote,
In one touch and in their finger tips remote controls,
To on and to off,
To move and to pause,
To open and to shut,
Everything in life gone to remote controls,
In the increase in number this beyond control,
The remote controls in the hands of men not a new,
Form birth to death,
From health to wealth,
From bed to wake,
From dusk to dawn,
Everything of all lives in God's,remote control!
I honestly know that I want him in my life
But when push comes to shove im always the one that gets the knife
I always get hurt and feel bad
Im always the one that is trying to please him by not getting mad
He treats me bad by pushing me around and telling me what to do
Even if its me flat out crying if that is what it comes to
I know he doesn’t respect me at all
But I cant say stop so I bring up another subject to try and stall
He wants me to trust him and be there
But when I need him he just looks at me with a big stare
We discover electronic machines
use remote control to control them
design to avail benefit
"GOD" controls us with His remote
created to make fit
Form:
God, Controls The Wind
By: Tom Wright
Feb. 18, 1998
Twas a faint and gentle whisper,
come rustling through the trees.
While Its effects I clearly saw,
not so that springtime breeze.
While pondering It's potential force,
that breeze had became a wind.
I knew not where it had It's start,
or where that it might end.
While it brought coolness to my face,
leaves swirled along the ground.
I wondered how it did those things,
when it made so little sound.
Then of, God's, gentle voice I thought,
as in stillness it comes to me.
While like the wind His touch I feel,
through faith alone I see.
It's now grown clear as there I stood,
that, God, controlled the wind.
He caused the coolness upon my face,
He caused the trees to bend.
Through, God, alone a gentle breeze,
into a mighty wind can grow.
Through, God, alone stand mighty oaks,
from tiny acorns that we sow.
God, is the Alpha and the Omega,
He's the beginning and the end.
Though with carnal eyes I may not see,
He's always been and is my friend.