See through my eyes and get me like I do,
I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends.
Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I,
Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping.
I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered.
The smoke from the tobacco roasts my lungs,
Heart pumps on a low; blood turns black.
I need a liver transplant cause my life time ticks away.
My veins, tired and weak, take a break though my time ain’t near.
On my death bed I lay, repentant and resentful.
A child born blind, my fault.
I’m not proud to be the murderer of my fruits unborn,
Yet I seem not to be the decider here.
The society pushes me not to handle a child when I’m one myself.
Try as I may to be a virgin, I am ambushed by greedy tigers who won’t let me be.
See through my eyes and get me like I do.
Countless times I am tossed and turned by society,
I desperately want to change, but I can’t.
Please don’t push me to hell! Teach me the best way to live.
I deserve some paradise too.
See me through my eyes and get me like I do.
See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes.
See through my eyes and get me like I do,
I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends.
Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I,
Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping.
I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered.
The smoke from the tobacco roasts my lungs,
Heart pumps on a low; blood turns black.
I need a liver transplant cause my life time ticks away.
My veins, tired and weak, take a break though my time ain’t near.
On my death bed I lay, repentant and resentful.
A child born blind, my fault.
I’m not proud to be the murderer of my fruits unborn,
Yet I seem not to be the decider here.
The society pushes me not to handle a child when I’m one myself.
Try as I may to be a virgin, I am ambushed by greedy tigers who won’t let me be.
See through my eyes and get me like I do.
Countless times I am tossed and turned by society,
I desperately want to change, but I can’t.
Please don’t push me to hell! Teach me the best way to live.
I deserve some paradise too.
See me through my eyes and get me like I do.
See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes.
See through my eyes and get me like I do,
I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends.
Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I,
Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping.
I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered.
The smoke from the tobacco roasts my lungs,
Heart pumps on a low; blood turns black.
I need a liver transplant cause my life time ticks away.
My veins, tired and weak, take a break though my time ain’t near.
On my death bed I lay, repentant and resentful.
A child born blind, my fault.
I’m not proud to be the murderer of my fruits unborn,
Yet I seem not to be the decider here.
The society pushes me not to handle a child when I’m one myself.
Try as I may to be a virgin, I am ambushed by greedy tigers who won’t let me be.
See through my eyes and get me like I do.
Countless times I am tossed and turned by society,
I desperately want to change, but I can’t.
Please don’t push me to hell! Teach me the best way to live.
I deserve some paradise too.
See me through my eyes and get me like I do.
There is s new online bill, i heard and it gave
Me a chill, to know there must be such a killer
King; thing ' to help no doubt; on misinformation
To route' like the 'so called gender confusion' is
That based on illusion? M n r a gene infusions
Puberty drugs that cancel, usual life growth now
Given rampant dissolution to the cohesion of
The youth..Just where is the truth?? I guess there
We be guidance on good moral fibre, when its
Signed off? this decider, or is it a guider?? So much
We all all need such' lets thank the govenrment to
Apprehend in its, (out-clutch?) to grab and redress'
The last decades miss-approprieated mess.!
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
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Robert James Liguori
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
If the Suns team wins in game six,
Let's choose between Bucks and Phoenix.
Rod Humphries was raging
As Keir Starmer came staging
You covid conniver!
Such lies lit this pyre'
Neath the sign of the Raven
He inferred of Keir coward craven'
Undeterred by a minder
He barred the sidewinder
Now more are wiser
We await a decider'
©Joe Maverick 22-4-2021
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.
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....
The road leads to somewhere
the toll sometimes greater than needed
the road leads to nowhere
the dead end ever dreaded
The road is filled with hazards
always keeping you bent on edge
The road is filled with sympathy
always allowing you to continue forward
The road is Never shaped the same
always bent and contorted
The road is long and contused
choose to walk ride or run
The road is full of passion
life love and happiness
The road is full of Aggression
Anger pain and turmoil
The road is always changing
never allowing you to get comfortable
The road is always demanding attention
Always making you the decider
The road will always be there
even if you stray of path
The road will always guide you
if you feel youve lost your way
The road may be hard to see
through rain and snow and dark
the road will lead to everything
The road is beating to the same tune as your heart
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.
The funniest
mystery
the oldest of all
creation
the one at his
call all trembles
the decider of all
that exist
the one who
rule out kings,
queens,princes
and princesses
and set another
at his delight
who can
question him?
who can bribe
him?
who can seek
his face for
favour?
The one who
give pain and
pleasure is
forgotten.
It has not regard
for small nor
great,rich nor
poor.
Final is its
decision.
It passes as a
tale thats told
yet it be the
strongest of all
realities,precious
is it time.
Life the funniest
mystery
the oldest of all
creation.
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
During this past year I think of
what I wanted to “achieve…”
And think about the things
that I’ve received…
I think about the trials and mountains
that have arisen…
It’s almost like looking through “a glass prism.”
The times we’ve had together…
As a family normally would.
There are things I wanted to accomplish,
that I knew I could!
But there’s one thing most important
that is a reminder…
What’s done for God is what I call
the “ultimate decider…”
The treasures that I lay in heaven will be
more precious than gold.
And will be a blessing to future
generations untold.
There are blessings from God that I’ve gained…
I have very little room
to really complain…
As this next year is before us
and is about to appear…
I know the coming of my Lord draws ever so near…
May I make plans to live with my beautiful Lord.
In heaven… May I seek to have my treasures stored…
Only in Christ … Will I find true
joy and contentment…
May I let go of any unforgiveness or resentment…
Thank you my Lord for everything
that you’ve given!
You’ve blessed us and are the
reason I’m livin’!
By Jim Pemberton
12/31/10
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