Best Decider Poems
JESUS by Joan May Donnelly Ellis
Jesus, You are the Brightest Light of Love
A hearth fire ablaze on Christmas Eve
A child's uncommanded hug
The flicker from a candle's flame
A Hand whose touch leaves a glow
The whisper of a lip's caress
The shower of an autumn snow
Jesus You are the manifestation of my praise
A military stride illuminated by grace
The reception of delight when pure humor releases all care
You are the warmth of an appreciative look
As You muse from your rocking chair
Jesus, You are a revelation spilling forth and pouring Light into my soul as I meditate on You
You are fresh, You are clean, a poet's dream come true
Jesus, You are as welcome as a mountain stream I surrender myself to after a hot Summer day of toil in my garden
Jesus, You are regular visits to Adventure Land
A glove, snow white shifting silken sands
You are a boy running 20 miles to be with the girl he loves.
Jesus, You are a head sinking in a bale of new-mown hay
The healing power of a Palm Tree's sway
And Jesus, You motivate every good that I do.
Jesus, You are the juice from a blade of Kentucky Blue
The tremor following a California Quake too
And Jesus, You've got what it takes to cause the Universe to fall in love with You.
Jesus, You're the dawning of a Carolina moon
The Decider who dines with silver spoon
You're the Yellow Rose of Texas in full bloom
The revival of Pentecost.
Jesus, You are a Prince in housecoat and slippers on a front porch swing
A LOVE for better or worse that clings
You're the Composer of songs Your Angel's sing.
Jesus, You are brevity
An embrace that lingers long after You go.
Jesus, You are the One who never laughed
When the child's love letter was mocked by the elite class.
And Jesus, You make bearable the insults one suffers through
Forgiveness granted for the incomplete, inaccurate view
You're the only One worthy & the only One true
Potter me in word & deed more like You.
At the pearly gates, I was categorised,
with all of the others waiting to enter inside.
The questions were many and searching, too,
but if honestly answered, rewards were for you.
Have you ever been unfaithful, to your spouse,
was one that was easy, because I'm no louse.
The number of times that you said that you cheated,
was the decider as to whatever transport you rated.
If never you'd strayed, a Rolls Royce it was yours,
If once or twice, a Ford Escort for tours.
Multiple times and it got a lot worse,
depending on how many, you could end up with a horse.
I collected my Rolls and I drove it away,
waving to others and feeling OK.
But then I espied a man who was crying,
so I stopped and I asked him, what it was that was ailing.
Between sobs he explained that his dear wife and he,
were both dead from drowning in the North Sea.
And while he was driving his Rolls, he was floored,
When he overtook his wife who was on a skateboard.
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?My greatest, favorite poem by far and yet
For foolish politicians who want to fret.
Mother and Daughter Drinking the Water
Those in favor up votes tried to muster
Senators opposed presented a lackluster Philabuster
What was the kicker and final decider
To bill thought they would attach a rider.
(Not a Daisy Red one.)
They did decide to have some discussions
Seeing what would evolve and repercussions
From those who were for or else against
Pleasing or causing others to become incensed.
Bill passage bill was decided by single, old goat
Who in favor of whole thing finally had to vote
Turns out that both his mother and daughter
Were poor people having to drink the water.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC, USA
Hay, Hay What do you say
Nothing like good, old USA.
Some old member of the Michigan Governor's
staff actually said that his mother had to drink
and use the water. No wonder he went complaining
to the governor. This is also a good education
into bill making and breath taking by a bunch
of God forsaken politicians.
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Do you think you are more capable than God?
Do you tell God what to do?
I do
I do it all the time
And He always catches me up on it
Why is that my friend?
Why do we always want God to do what we wanted?
And not the other way around?
Why do we think we are so special? haha
We are
But we are not competent
Yes I said it
We are not the know it all
and do it all
like He is
We don't know zitwat about anything
Yeah that's my word
And that will describe you
And me haha
We don't know anything
And we think we do
Ha when do we ever learn?
Probably never
That's what God is there for
That's why God is not listening to us
That's why we are safe from our destruction - for now haha
due to the grace of God
So don't think and don't say
We know it all
Or God will let us take care of our own business
and say heck with you
Would God say that?
Ha I hate to find out
Would you?
Anyway habits are hard to break
As long as we know we are not the decider
We are okay
It's when we think we are the one
Who makes and breaks
That's when we get in trouble
We don't make and break nothing
God does
And until we know that
We are going to twirl our fingers
and tell God what to do
Lol let's see how that goes
My scales are stars gleaming in the water.
My body is the river you cannot cross.
I am massive. I am the moon.
I will not shrink or shirk
away the love you made me fearful of.
I shed this skin you once peppered with adoration.
I’m perhaps larger, but more beautiful,
more powerful than before.
I am without you.
I am not fashioned of your rib, no, it’s
parthenogenesis; I birthed my own self.
I never needed you
or the silver words of deceitful lips.
I am the decider of destiny.
I am not afraid. I’m oiled with venom of my own.
I am God. I rule this life and you
cannot take my garden away from me.
It happens most nights
When evil is near
Something takes over
And I’m not here
Everything goes dark
And I lose my human desire
I turn to bone
I’m engulfed in fire
With my steel chain
And my Penance stare
The demons I’m hunting
Had better beware
The Devil cursed me
With a blood sealed stain
To vanquish the demons
And cause me pain
I’m the peacemaker
The evil decider
I walk this Earth
As the Ghost Rider
If you cross my path
And have done wrong
I will send you to Hell
Where you belong
February 23, 2023
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e temps passe rapidement
Et vient le temps des decisions
Faut-il quitter ou le Liban
Ou rester a la maison ?
Faut-il travailler
ou continuer mes etudes a l'universite?
je ne sais pas quoi decider
mon cerveau ne peut plus fonctionner
2016, ta fin approche a grand pas
tu ne me manqueras pas crois moi
j'espere que le futur sera rempli de joie
car l'incertitude j'en ai assez de ca
j'espere vivre dans un monde
ou chacun est libre de prendre sa decision
un monde avec une structure profonde
que je pourrai appeler ma maison
o doux bohneur je veux enfin te rencontrer
j'espere que tu ne me quittera pas aussitot que je tattraperai
meme si tu parais assez loin
je finirai par te trouver
je me reveillerai chaque matin
dans le but de trouver qui tu es
les rencontres qui marquent ta vie
sont certes remplie de joie et de folie
attention quand meme aux gens autour de toi
tu ne saura jamais a quelle moment tu ne les trouvera pas
mon reve est d'avoir une vie assez stable
ni beaucoup dargent ni une maison incroyable
je veux juste etre heureux
est ce trop demander?
rester dans mon paradis
et en profiter pour l'eternite
meme ce souhait
parait impossible a realiser
car dans ce pays
ne se trouve que tristesse et soucis
We are killing at a distance now.
It is a most clean and efficient form of homicide.
The Decider decides,
not the guy in the drone control,
not the millinery brass - no,
every hand is washed,
all the way up the up-chain
and that chain leads not to any person,
for the Decider is hidden.
Death is sent with surgical precision.
Missile to target, mission after mission.
Death now resides
in a small remote computer,
that hums away happily night and day.
It never stops deciding,
controlling who lives or dies.
It has a program, one it programmed for itself.
It has an endless list, and everyone is on it.
It decides who needs death now
or later. Where to diagnostically strike,
where to smartly eliminate
without the messy, close-up hate.
The busy desk-top automata
drones on and on,
and the death-count ticks on and on.
The good and the bad are named
and only after the murder
are they blamed.
It is a pin-point killer, it is tidy
for every hand is clean,
while any hint of distant blood
is aseptically, and most compassionately
washed away
Time is ever flowing
But my time is never slowing
What time do I have left here
Should I live in fear
As I hold my dear ones near
In my final breathes I breathe
Time starts to leave me
In a river twisting and turning
My heart yearning
For just another minute
I don’t wish to leave
I close my eyes gently
Grasping your hands in mine
Time has found me at a loss
The absence of time comes to greet me
All that ever was will no longer be
As it comes to take me
Tears slip down these familiar faces around me
I wish I could say something comforting
That it will all be okay
My time has come
Taking me so young
They all surround me now
I wish they would stop crying
I wish I would stop dying
But time is the final decider
Nothing I can do
Nothing they can do
I have lived
I have loved
I have cried
And now I had died
Hello my dear friend time
I promise
Ill be just fine
All I ever wanted
You make me doubt the love in our hearts
Even afraid to confirm
I talking just take away the passion out of you
You listening to me, is a bomb about to explode
Having not the feeling to defuse it, my heart cries.
Well to the other you speak about, just a myth.
For known if only able to keep yourself in place,
Maybe you’d see who is for, and before your eyes,
Perfected to how you’d want me to be, well I’m not.
Scary things come out of the heart when you,
Allow it to stand for what it believes to be true.
Fearing the wrong one might come or the right one,
Might be the wrong one, you choose…
If I’m for you then why question yourself of who’s with….
The one who stole your heart and you just don’t accept or approve?
Your hands slip away Every-time I hold; hugging you takes your thoughts,
Away so as to think strange of me.
If only I was to be alerted to your heart that I’m not a stranger in your heart
Out of questions I’ve asked or could possibly ask, one remains the decider
If I knock in your heart will you open?...answering would make us utter
Hateful words and all to find would be you apart, me searching
For you again in someone else. Karen. f Mathe
He pauses for effect and pretends to listen and hear,
then proceeds anyway and gives the order to conquer.
Though far is his reach he is really very near,
causing destruction, he brings chaos and fear.
Silhouettes and shadows dance all over the wall
but he heeds not the warning of the impending toll.
From across the ocean he kills, maims and attacks,
he arrests and he tortures, he insults and he mocks.
He drops bombs, launches cruise missiles and planes,
he fires cannons, sends troops on ships and trains.
He barks orders, he wiretaps and he spies,
he fundraises, he schemes and he lies.
He does not hesitate to place fighting men in harm’s way,
yet years ago, when put to the test, he scampered away.
He’s brave and he’s fearless he will do whatever it takes
as long as it’s not his sorry life at stake.
His nation’s best come home in cold, flag-draped coffins,
but not to worry, just statistics, save the cost of morphines.
For the good times roll for the dumb warrior and his base
since November 2000 and it has always been the case.
He turns wives into widows, innocent kids into orphans,
sowing deaths on thousands of daughters and sons.
He cries crocodile tears, even tries hard to appear he’s sorry
in front of cameras for the headlines of the day.
He never fails to attend service with his wife every Sunday,
a black sheep once but claims the Lord showed him the way.
Yet nothing will stop him from character assassination
for his party and, believe you me, in the name of his nation!
We’re spreading democracy, the little boy warrior says,
in press conferences he holds on some occasional days.
While his weary war machine stutters and cranks,
his rich cronies laugh all the way to the bank.
Yes, the Decider smiles, he surveys and he conquers,
he pretends to listen though he does not really hear.
Shame on the whole world, the UN, shame on us all,
for not reining in this evil man and just taking the fall.
I bought a pair of
off-brand running shoes today.
The impoverished man who made them, the man who birthed them sole to tongue in
some third-world hellhole slept like a baby that night after sewing
steadfast at machine no. 21 all day and into the night.
He was too
tired to make love to his young wife and
she was ovulating.
I am become fate,
decider, a
two dollar bathroom-machine rubber.
I have become Hadrian's latex wall, and
I have changed the course of history.
A Magician we see
Standing so tall
Using his magic
To hypnotize all
Sitting beside him
A High Priestess of power
Pretty as a picture
Soft as a flower
Her lady, her for
The Empress of worlds
Lavish surroundings
Exquisitely pearl
The Empresses man
So high and respected
Emperor of worlds
Or so as elected
An old man of knowledge
The Hierophant so wise
Ask what you will
He'll tell you lies
Two people in love
The Lovers embrace
A candle lit evening
Lust just a trace
The evening then ends
The Lovers elope
In the Chariot of emotions
Only each other devote
Justice comes forth
Our decider of fate
Who'll die with honour
Who'll die with hate
The Hermit an example
From loneliness so deep
A fear that his reality
Will make him take that leap
Then some of us are lucky
The Wheel of Fortune spins free
They live a life of happiness
In perminate luxury
Then some people although
Are born with natural Strength
They fight for their happiness
Who ever they're against
Other people will fall
They become a Hanged Man
Their soul is slowly dieing
Forever eternally damned
Death some do call this
It's why we have been born
For each and every person
Eventually will mourn
Then Temperance calls an order
For the peace must remain
Life she states is serious
Not some childish little game
The Devil begins to laugh
You silly silly fool
All lives that are living
Are my personal playing tools
The Tower is my saviour
My evil evil abode
Unwanted souls dwell there
So stay out of my road
Yet far up above
A Star is shining bright
Filling up that darkness
With a spiritual white light
The Moon is always watching
Helping us to see
Preventing us from falling
A hero he must be
Then the Sun begins to shine
In every person's heart
The good bad or evil
Their never far apart
Judgement then prevails
In all of our lives
As a woman has a husband
Or man has a wife
This is how people
See the World today
So full of hard decisions
Never time to play
So just maybe we all are
Seen as simple Fools
Hopefully you realise
We're humans not tools
This poem is how I see the major cards of the tarot
And the very 1st poem I wrote
Love what's inside.
Love that your you.
Never let go of anything that's true.
Learn that looks, aren't a decider of love.
It's the heart, so pure as one of a dove.
Don't ever judge soley by outside looks.
Inside the heart is where true love cooks.
Looks are a bonus, one you have got.
But your personality is one to never be forgot.
Inside is were you truely will gain.
These lessons learnt through pain.
True love is found not only by a peek.
It is found by those words that make you feel weak.
Hohoho. ..
The speedy black panther strikes again...
3-2 in his favor, what can I say, having lost again...
Maybe there is a real need for some serious urine test...
Yup sounds like sour grapes but I would want to protest. ..
After doing 2-2 with another player, how can he play like a fresh daisy...
Power and speed was still his forte, so much so I looked positively lazy...
For the record, thought I've had him all figured out...
When I did lead him 2-1, maybe a momentous win was in the works...
Then he pulled his game together and went to work...
Suddenly it was 2-2 and we're into the decider. ..
Long story short, he prevailed and was the winner...
Hohoho...
The black panther strikes again....