Best Decide Poems
Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide
Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow love to penetrate its new armored shells
That night she had seen one of death's many tragic and ugly faces
Its ancient mask, the one that crushes love's fever and kindness in a mere blink
Now she flows through a vacated life, on wings of sorrow's eternal flight
Awaiting a doom that her crushed soul welcomes in its dark and sunken state.
His death had been tragic, yet made for some of the most interesting news
All the clever twists and turns of an old Hollywood mystery movie script
So ghastly, his head found in the graveyard, atop her lover's white tombstone
His bullet riddled body found miles away in a cheap and tawdry motel room
Perhaps now he knows, how it feels to find Fate's eternal and deadly hand
In his well deserved doom, devil that had sent her into her dark and sunken state.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2018
Prose, ( Tragedy In One Of Life's Screams)
Not For SilentOne's contest
Note : I rarely ever do Prose. Started with the plan to write for SilentOne's new contest but my muse took me ever onward and this became too long to enter.. Giving thanks for the inspiration but it does not meet the eight verse contest requirement.
So I post it now as it is and wonder why my muse so stubbornly refused to stop writing... She vexes me to no end sometimes.....
Only I Decide My Fate
By Kathryn Collins and Terry O'Leary
At times when I am dark and deep
joy but flickering dim,
I upon the portal keep
stilled like phantom limb.
Braced by winter's welkin wind,
distant clouds unfold,
where once the roar of laughter dinned
I taste the burning cold.
Stood in life's predicament
immobile on the sill,
I wait for grand encouragement,
to warm this awful chill.
Stranded in the winter bleak,
with breezes bitter blown
slicing like the sleet oblique
I find myself alone
If frozen at the brink I stand,
persist in stagnant stall,
my feet will melt to silken sand.
gone my soul, my all.
Decissions, Decissions
Time is running out,
Yes or No
wrong or right
up or down
black or white,
white or black,
white is day,
why is nothing what they say,
well things they are a changing,
and now they’re in the past,
you never could know never would guess how long these things will last,
make memories while you have the chance,
and your friends will last forever,
you’ll have your sunny happy days,
and you’ll sit through your bad weather,
alll these decisions,
time is running out,
the clock is ticking,
time to decide,
what’s your life about?
t’s not us who decide
Of the order of stars,
Of the brightness of the Great Bear,
Nor the furtive appearance of a shooting star,
It’s not us who decide
Of the place of Jupiter in the sky,
The size of Saturn’s rings,
Or the duration of the day on Pluto,
It’s not us who decide
The composition of nitrogen and oxygen on earth,
Of the atmosphere on Pluto or Uranus,
Or the speed towards us of the galaxy of Sagittarius,
We do not decide the position of Cassiopeia,
Nor the speed of rotation of the sun,
We don’t decide our place in the universe
And we will never,
How is it that in the great din of the stars
we hear nothing, there is pure magic,
So let us be thankful to God for having been witnesses
of all this, for we will not change the order of the world.
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De l’ordre des étoiles,
De l’éclat de la Grande ourse,
Ni de l’apparition furtive d’une étoile filante,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la place de Jupiter dans le ciel,
De la taille des anneaux de Saturne,
Ou de la durée du jour sur Pluton,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la composition d’Azote et d’oxygène sur la terre,
De l’atmosphère sur Pluton ou Uranus,
Ou de la vitesse vers nous de la galaxie du Sagittaire,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons de la position de Cassiopée,
Ni de la vitesse de rotation du soleil,
Nous ne décidons pas de notre place dans l’univers
Et nous ne le ferons jamais,
Comment se fait il que dans le grand vacarme des étoiles
nous n’entendions rien, il y a là pure magie,
Alors soyons reconnaissants à Dieu d’avoir été témoins
de tout cela, car nous ne changerons rien à l’ordre du monde.
You stand now on the threshold;
It shouldn't be too long.
Till you're a man, my Grandson;
Valiant, tall and strong.
But there are many choices;
In our country brave and free.
We wait and watch and wonder
Who you will decide to be.
Will you find that you are happy?
Will others think you're kind?
When you look into your heart
Just what is it will you to find?
Will you help feed those who are hungry?
Will you help those who are weak?
With a heart full of compassion?
Is it Christ that you will seek?
You are loved my dear sweet Grandson;
You are far more than you know;
But you must decide;
The way you will go.
There choices that are yours alone;
And soon we shall see;
It's up to you in manhood;
To decide who you will be.
A canopy of dreams
in a baldachin sacred space
Between this world
and the next
there is me and the stars
and a secret planet
called Mars...
Only I Decide My Fate
By Kathryn Collins and Terry O'Leary
At times when I am dark and deep
joy but flickering dim,
I upon the portal keep
stilled like phantom limb.
Braced by winter's welkin wind,
distant clouds unfold,
where once the roar of laughter dinned
I taste the burning cold.
Stood in life's predicament
immobile on the sill,
I wait for grand encouragement,
to warm this awful chill.
Stranded in the winter bleak,
with breezes bitter blown
slicing like the sleet oblique
I find myself alone
If frozen at the brink I stand,
persist in stagnant stall,
my feet will melt to silken sand.
gone my soul, my all.
Thanks to Kathy for her support and inspiration
We live in a world of brainwashed morality,
A world where the assumed romantic preference is the opposite sex,
A world where we expect people to marry and have kids.
I thought about having kids as a kid,
Marrying and having a family,
But it was not set in stone, and I questioned it.
Then I grew a little bit,
The idea lost its sheen,
And I began to think “no.”
Then I went through puberty,
In which I told you “I don’t really want kids,”
To which you said, “You’ll change your mind.”
Time has passed,
I am no longer a child, and my answer is now “no, under absolutely no circumstance.”
My answer’s been final for year on end, yet you still say the same thing.
“You’ll change your mind,” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” “You’re too young to know what you want.”
Why is is important for me to have kids, even when I don’t want them?
The world is full of unloved people, and I would only add another.
I know what I want,
I have my values,
I don’t want kids,
And that’s my final answer.
The message they mete out is strong
It's cooked at the top but smells wrong
This cursed wurst to eat
Slice of life that looks neat
A baloney treat for the throng
When you are in doubt
Your not certain what to
choose
The several items that are needed
You ponder, ponder to decide
Still unable to choose
Walk away from it
When it is hard to
choose
Only one item to purchase
Think which one you need
the most
Is the only way to do it
There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy
like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign,
more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of
dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed
disorderliness, inasmuch mute poetry impatiently awaiting lavishly
gifted muse's breathlessness to transform convoluted unreasonable
fractals pon escaped tauntingly mundane madness, twixt brass-tacks
wracks daunting tribulations throughout intervals of immoderately
spun matter-of-taxing challenges and perplexing puzzle pieces,
sans instructions far-side nonexistent proportions affixed with sticky
hot glue gun drivel or coffee pathetically absent jolting caffeine...
My friends I’ve had a great idea,
I have to let you in on,
I can’t believe that no one else
Has thought of this before.
You all know how the NRA
Says guns have made us safer?
Well this should make the rabid cheer
Saint Brian has the floor!
You’d think that someone else would think
To just extend their logic
To bring about world peace perhaps
Would only take a day.
Just give a portable A-Bomb
To each and every voter,
Perhaps the Congress would respect
What people have to say.
We’ve all grown tired of hairless apes
Attacking like piranhas
The moment that a party man
Shows sign of intellect.
They dare suggest that all our woes
From highways down to healthcare
Can somehow be directly caused
By government defect?
It’s not our government at fault
But jerks avoiding taxes,
That corporations have a voice
Is just their latest ploy.
The fact that profit trumps all jobs
Means workers have less money
To buy the products they create
The nation’s fate a toy.
These men, these so-called patriots
Who hate the poor that feed them,
Suppress their votes at every turn,
Mass pillage is their plan.
But so seductive is their path
The poor think they are heroes,
Cannot appreciate the odds,
Confused by devil’s clan.
And every day the gulf between
The rich and poor gets wider,
What’s left to think except the rich
Are bound for suicide.
While they themselves may miss the heat
Live high on hog’s best tokens,
Their children certainly will not
Escape the bloody tide.
And God, I hate to say so but
I fear we eat our children,
Blind faith in technological
Advance could be our end.
A reverence for Nature has
Just vanished from our culture,
The only truth remaining is…
‘Just how much can I spend?’
Brian Johnston
March 5, 2015
Satan will drive you MAD,
When you decide to get GLAD.
That old devil thinks he is bad.
The best he had; he is mad,
That he no longer has access,
To heaven, and there he wants
No human to be dwelling. He wants
No one excelling. His motives are MAD. He
Misuses,
Abuses and
Destroys.
The things that make you GLAD
God's plans for your
Life
And it is also called your
Destiny.
So rememember from January to December
Satan lingers around you to attempt to drive
You MAD, when you decide to get GLAD.
wrote 1-16-11
It is the latest news that even claimed attention there in London...
A video clip somewhere in the city, the central part being redly encircled...
Drawing attention to the running digital display of a statement...
Of an Opposition leader to be imprisoned after a court judgement...
In a followup video received, we have the same politician in the flesh...
Fully coated, smiling wryly, face sombre and eyes rather distressed..
He spoke calmly and elaborated clearly the circumtances...
That has brought him into the present situation of being handed a jail sentence...
His was a call to arms of sorts from one brave politician...
Sounds like he is an unique one in a million...
Someone like Lim Kit Siang or the famous Karpal Singh...
History will vouch for their persistent and righteous stand...
Going headlong and butting the establishment...
When in truth they could choose to be in the pro government camp...
And be honored right up to Tan Sris or any other honorary titles...
And if Malaysian history is to fairly chronicled...
Men like these are men highly principled...
Here for their brethen, the community and the nation...
But their titanic and drawn out struggle for basic principles..
Is enspoused clearly in Bersih 5 and its objectives...
Listen friends, and do listen well, replay again if you must...
Think and decide, evaluate and then take sides...
For we can choose to be right, or we can take flight...
Now we are still free to be spoilt for choice...
Listen and decide, will you stand by your decisive choice...???
He is standing on the bridge, the fingers of the clock ticking on
But do I want to marry him; will this suitor be the only one?
Why can he not court me, and in the proper fashion
Do you think I should say yes, out of sheer compassion?
They say love will come, it can and it will grow in time
But I am not sure, if I want him to be mine
Romance, roses and honour, is that all I should expect
Do you think of him a good husband, this one should I select?
The time is ticking by; he looks impatient and looks vexed
Tell me what to do, I am unsure, I am perplexed.
But one thing I know, and that is if I have ten minutes to decide
I do not think I want to be a hurried and unloved bride.
© GG 14/06/2013
Contest entry: George Dunlop Leslie sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst