Best Decisions Poems
I hear a voice call out to me
through whispers in the wind at night.
It haunts my soul and sends a plea
for love to shine its brilliant light.
Within my dreams my spirit seeks
to find the source of this request.
To share the love of which it speaks
has now become my fervent quest.
I travel past the demons' lair
that held me captive for so long.
I quicken pace lest they snare
entrapping me within their throng.
I journey down the winding road
still following my lover's cry,
but as I see the fork I've slowed
now wondering which path to try.
If I choose wrong, the voice will fade
and my last chance for real love dies.
I listen for the serenade,
within her words she might advise.
She sings a song with a western tone
and now it's clear which route to take.
The west is where the light has shone,
the truer path, there's no mistake.
As further down the road I go
my destination lies in sight.
I hear the music's volume grow,
my heart's now dancing in delight.
Upon her beautiful face I look
as her arms envelop me.
I'm thankful for the road I took
for on that path I found the key.
It opened up sweet passion's door
where two lost spirits join as one.
Composing a true lover's score
this duet’s journey's just begun.
I stare at this lonely blank page of white
Never knowing exactly just what to write
Do I pen something happy or something quite sad
Show forth some laughter or show that I'm mad
Maybe show them the Creator and all that He gives
Or show them the darkness where my soul really lives
Something rude or crude or passions searing heat
Or the dirty dark secrets of life on the street
No matter what I write no matter what I say
I will keep going on just to write another day
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2016
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Lest we forget the Bad decisions …
(Myxo the rabbit steal the Bagmans Bunny), first use of a deadly weapon
( Cane toads 4 cane beetles,)( 12 atom bombs exploded …what!!!)
Does anyone remember back in 1955 …
why we were blessed with atom bombs….
we are lucky to be left alive …
The Liberals said its fine…
No need to bloody worry mate….
12 atom bombs that’s all…
The Poms might us incinerate…(British)
And leave some mushrooms tall…
And we of the convict strain …
10 Thousand died that’s all…(bones kept 12 thousand suspicious deaths….)
Brisbane town a falling radioactive rain …
Geiger counter saw it fall……….tech guy couldn’t zero the counter it got worse near window,
rain in Brisbane…..1955/56
So I said to a Pom you dropped the bomb….
No, a tower they’d had a seat…
Strontium 90 in the milk for some….
Off the grass the cows did eat…….free milk for the school kiddies back then:(…
So the order of the garter …
Was given to some mug …
For atom bombs the barter….
And they surely burnt our rug.. :(
The master is there for the master….
To keep the worker down …..
To contract for the cheapest slave…
Like the business side of town …….
The CSIRO man Marston? In the fifties found enlarged thyroids in sheep he checked all over
Australia Found evidence of the radioactive poisoning of Australia …He tried to warn the
Australian public but only got his comments In some farmers magazine due to political
interference by the master …..
This is what happened and there is a documentry available in the Aussie ABC shop.
Soul Decisions
Decide-
The time to arrive,
Keep the right from the left;
Begin from begin,
….and never regret
Decide-
The time to depart,
Don’t look right or look left;
End at the end,
….and never regret
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5/19/03
(found this in one of my many journals!)
I expected a lot from you
Because I saw potential
I saw the angel
Where they saw the devil
I saw the sun's rays
Where they saw dark ways
Now I must pay
For my ignorant say
In the world today
Things just change
You’ll see my name
Or feel my pain
I saw the best in you
Where others saw the worst
I treated you better than the rest
Whereas others put pain in your chest
You made mistakes and broke my heart
When others warned me and told me of your past
You left me destroyed after I fixed you
Angel or demon, which one do you choose?
I did you wrong in many ways
But you did me wrong almost everyday
Thought that one day you could be mine
Now people know I’m not fine
Find myself thinking of you
Like there is nothing to do
You took my love as something to chew
Then you wonder why we are through
Like small kisses never missing with little sounds…
A wind that blew over and through two restless souls that stood no chance...
We fell into the arms of warm dreams and endless desire…
Two captured hearts that couldn’t stay on their feet long enough to admire…
Standing on them again with questions and missed pages I never read…
Maybe the place where we are now is what was written but never said…
You know the way my heart beats and how to catch the tune…
Our eyes may one day mirror the others sight, never to far or soon…
In life you either leap into uncharted realms,
take your chances or stagnate like,
moss on a log, It’s about choices.
Recall the straight and well-planned path of youth
mapped out so clear to lead us through life’s maze?
Though times I wandered off in prankish craze,
the road was there to find again in truth
when pangs of guilt nagged like an aching tooth.
I'd walk it once again, my heart ablaze,
spurred on by welcomed glory, love, and praise
doled out by elders from their judging booth.
How soon the road meandered here and there,
its outline—fuzzy, overgrown with weeds;
and when I think I've walked it at my best
those detour signs appear to bring despair.
Mature, I now must choose to suit my needs;
my only judge- a conscience well at rest.
April 25, 2015
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Mom is becoming very tired.
She has trouble remembering
The meds Pop takes—and when.
A lot of good it does to remember.
We have found pills all over
Where he cheeks them and
Blows them around the room.
He is bitter and asks,” Why
Is God doing this to me?”
“I’ve tried to be good and kind.
A Christian.”
He called Morris to the room
And asked for the 357,
Knowing he might be the only
One to hear his plea.
Morris denied his wish, and cried.
He called us all one at a time—
And gave us guns from his safe.
Ammunition kept at a distance.
Ralph and I went to the driveway.
“It’s sad,” he said. “Someday
They’ll bulldoze this to the ground.”
“People will forget it was here—
Like we never existed.”
We’ve got to call Hospice,” I said.
Or we’re going to lose them both.”
A final bed.
The decision had been made.
“Birth day” is the actual day one exits from the womb, (thereafter, “birthday”, is but a colloquialism for the anniversary of that birth). Well … today is mine. I’m finally old enough to drive … (times 4.56!). Now, I’m old enough to vote … (times 3.476!). One of my sons, too, this month, will become a half-century old … which makes me realize: I’m older’n dirt!
It is truly amazing: Once you reach this age, it really, truly is incomprehensible that so many years have passed since taking that first breath – because our minds don’t allow us to think we’re “aged”! Our thoughts tell us we can still lift that couch … or a 100 lb. sack of seed … or a box of twenty books. But … the actual attempt proves our minds still have their roots in the concrete of yesteryear, while our bodies are entrenched in the reality of … today, (that’s easily confirmed by a quick glance in a mirror!) Contrary to popular belief … we are NOT as “young as we feel” … and to defy reality by allowing our minds to trump our body’s limitations, when it comes to physical exertion, is courting a hospital stay – or worse.
For those of us whose physical attributes have waned, we have great difficulty in accepting the fact that we now are relegated to the task of “watching”, not “doing”. That’s the final hurdle we, of necessity, must overcome before we can truly accept … aging. Our children, whom we used to tell and guide in what they could/should do, and when … have now matured. We’ve taught them as best we could, and it is now their turn to drive the carriage – and, if we’re lucky, and don’t try to “boss” them, we may be asked to become passengers.
There comes a time when our day in the sun becomes a rocking chair in the twilight. We need to prepare ourselves to recognize that change of circumstance and situation.
It’ll be difficult for some of us … because WE’VE always been the one “in charge”. If we are to survive with our dignity intact and retain relationships with those we love … we have to find a way to hand over the reins – and MEAN it – to the next generation which we ourselves have spawned.
Our remaining decisions will be: Whether or not to re-bait that fishing hook … or what channel to watch … any decision more meaningful will need to be made by … our kids.
The decisions of youth define our lives
The actions we take effects us forever,
And keeps us living on this tight tether.
Through the actions of our youthful days
It will define how we live in our older days
And through the misty haze of life
We struggle and fight to find the light
That gives us strength when we need it most
But very few lights exist anymore
All alone,cold, with no where to go
It’s the best I can do, maintain my sanity
By keeping calm, defuse the bomb that is my life, catastrophe
Youth is hardest time, the time to struggle, the time to die
As its the ever flowing course of life, that supplies us with this natural high
As the years pass us by we will start to wonder why, just why
That the decisions of youth are all just lies
It leaves me contemplating, engrossed in the fact
That my life is abstract, I wonder lost yet intact
Germany post World War II,
torn, impoverished.
Ruled by Marshal Law,
imposed by the victorious.
Occupational forces walk
the rubble streets.
Civilians cower
in fear,
in hunger,
uncertainty.
A farm boy, Ohio bred,
cook in the US Army.
Young, handsome,
veteran to his country’s cause.
Viewed the hunger daily,
with sympathetic eye.
Spirited surplus loaves
to a fraulein in the night.
Young, attractive,
veteran to her country’s cause.
In times passing,
a union of hearts
bore true.
Circumstances and events,
crumbled as walls of ash.
Love burned,
marriage,
a journey to America.
A factory worker and immigrant wife,
began life together.
Poor, yet rich,
by their own device.
Lain was the foundation of family,
children were born.
Middle class Americans,
living the American dream.
A time of gentle values,
hope burned bright.
There were visits to the homeland,
through the passing years.
Ursula’s family united,
in her childhood home.
The aged father,
veteran of two World wars,
industrial fame,
long past.
Aged brownstone,
cobbled streets,
lake garden lush.
Young son running in lederhosen
with neighborhood children.
Now speaking German,
learned from the echoes
of Bremen streets.
Fishing for eel,
carrying milk from the dairyman.
An American family,
children raised,
grandchildren.
Life was fulfilling,
dreams were realized.
Now grown,
parents passed,
retired.
In retrospect,
decisions of love,
time and place,
set the stage of my life,
as I sip my Starbucks.
Instead of drinking coffee
in the cafes of Berlin.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
1/11/16
Sometimes we make wrong decisions,
And then in attempting it's hiding.
A web we weave with much precision,
With no thought of daily abiding;
But once traversing that slippery slope,
And we've cast God's spirit into recess.
He doesn't give up but renders hope,
And forgiveness for days lived in excess.
We can't justify a decision that's bad,
By cloning a second in its likeness.
Masking it, to our stature won't add,
Nor diminish the need for forgiveness.
An unholy pink plus sign on the stick,
Oh think of what her admirers will say!
Contemplating ideas till she's sick.
When he finds out, will they still be okay?
Does she pay the price? Can she even dare?
Will she allow it to see the first day?
Terminate it now, or should she be fair?
Is she ready for the price she must pay?
What happened to that holy Christian girl?
Who once believed 'abstinence till marriage?'
Her present actions make her want to hurl.
Does her fate involve a baby carriage?
A decision is made, shaky fingers.
Violent trembling hands pull the trigger.
People find tough decisions hard to make
But each involving choice has its reward
That supersedes the price of the sacrifice,-
A deserved prize that the soft cannot afford.
A lot of will is required to oppose
The urges that entertain the body,
The thrills that tempt the frail soul
That relishes the unprintable bawdy.
Average folks follow the urges of their simple souls
And end up chasing the wind of their brief appetites
That never outgrow the forced graces of the aging time,
And thus remain Lilliputians obsessed with petite trites.