Long Decide Poems
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Let’s lay aside the bickering,
and let’s start all over again.
Let’s decide standing together,
is the only way we can win.
Let’s forget about this fighting,
then we can bring wars to an end.
Because we are the ones losing,
while evil is the one that wins.
Set aside all of this hatred,
so we can make another start.
But we must decide together,
to let love and peace fill our heart.
Let’s lay aside all this killing,
then maybe we just might begin.
To realize we are equal,
despite the color of our skin.
Forget righteous indignation,
believing other views are wrong.
We can have a sweet melody,
though we sing a different song.
If we stop all this destruction,
then maybe this earth can repair.
All the damage caused by humans,
because we just didn’t seem to care.
Quit hiding behind deception,
and try to live in honesty.
We can forgive our father’s sins,
but we must learn from history.
Let’s put away all prejudice,
that we can all dance the same dance.
We can then live in harmony,
if we give tolerance a chance.
Let’s put an end to greediness,
by taking only what we need,
Maybe we just might end hunger,
or homelessness and poverty.
We must no longer turn our backs,
towards our neighbor or our friend.
But turn to them with open arms,
and welcome each one of them in.
Then we can look up to heaven,
we will not be ashamed to say.
That we followed his instructions,
and helped make it a better day.
They gave my character references
from a point I had never stood
Then put quotes around what they wrote about me until wrong started sounding good
Turned pauses into problems,
made my very silence sound suspicious
Then passed assumptions mouth to mouth until gossip came back official
I’ve been called cold by colder people
fake by folks rehearsing faces
Watched everybody lose themselves
just tryna keep up appearances
That’s the part that gets me most is
how quick a role becomes a name
Wear a mask for long enough
and somehow I’m the one who changed
They studied every period pick apart my commas too
The whole time dodging question marks that keep pointing back at you
Tried to get a conviction with no evidence, confidence confused for proof
Everybody tells it different but somehow everybody knows the truth
I could give my own statement
but … who would it convince?
People only cross-examine
what might contradict their own script
So let them keep the parts they gave me, villain fits me pretty well
I’ve seen saints stay in character
while still raising all kinds of hell
So quote me wrong, write me off,
and make your little edits fit
Just remember character assassination
leaves the killer in the script
And if they need a reference
to decide which character is which
Tell them check the fingerprints
because mine ain’t on that b****
The doctor told my daddy
He's got weeks to live
He came straight home to tell my mom
And us hungry kids
With not a single penny saved
Down at the local bank
My daddy made his way out back
And started digging his own grave
He picked the sweetest resting spot
Underneath the maple tree
So when the leaves decide to drop
We can rake in his memory
My daddy winked and said all this
With the biggest of his grins
Coughing up a spot of blood
We decided then to go back in
Things are mostly quiet
Around here these sad days
Ever since the hand of death
Put my daddy in his grave
I'm now in that maple tree
With no one to push my lonely swing
Thinking of my daddy
Waiting on those dropping leaves
My tech of nology is some what limited
Even when I try to get things printed
But to transfer pictures is testing me
Failed to connect keeps harrassing me
Tech of nology is a crazy puzzle
Has tied my mind into its muzzle
To think of a plan of what that might be
I decide to make a nice cup of tea
But impatient am I or a fool I may be
I begin to embark my challenging journey
The memory card will not work
And bluetooth is making me feel like a berk
Do I confess and give up now?
Or carry on with my prowl?
I take a deep breath and count to ten
I will win this and transfer them
I remove the card to check it's ok
Then put it back in, but the wrong way
So here I am with this new struggle
Stuck it is, oh I'm in a muddle
A needle, a toothpick I did apply
The tweezers I know, I will give them a try
My choices of tools I was desperate you see
To win back my card my phone kept from me
As I pulled and tugged as hard as can be
It shoots straight out into my cup of cold tea
Fingers dives in and fumbles around
To my relief the card quickly found
A blow on the card and a gentle shake
Come on card give me a break
Placed on towel paper to dry
A warm blow from the hairdryer next I try
More thoughtful this time I insert the card
But no it's still just a bit to hard
I cuss at myself for being so silly
Win I will, I'm a determined Milly
Finally inserted I am ready to go
I press the buttons but alas it's a no
No pictures was found they are lost in the sea
By the mug of my cold cup of tea
First outings (not a date exactly)
someone you’re impressed with.
You trot out your best anecdotes
and venture small confidences.
You have to decide which “you” to show
- the serious-seeming student, the ditz,
the pianist, the Tom Brady fan, the writer.
He does an impression of Tom Hanks
that was very good and very funny.
“It could have been worse,” I said,
but he knew what I meant.
“It’s my party trick,” he said.
I thought of a long ago prom after-party
- a guy removing my pierced earrings with his tongue
which sent chills up my spine and then grinning with pearls in his lips.
We’re here, in the new, the now
but we’re married to memories.
In America,
every major election year
or cycle promises the electorate
to be the most important election
in the history of the country; that
there has never been a more crucial
time to make one's voice heard.
Every generation
appears to believe that
it is the greatest generation,
and none before the one in existence
had greater causes, challenges, or
issues to control, conquer, or defeat.
Let's leave it to God
and the historians to decide on
Who or what is the greatest generation?
There was once a king named David
who gathered and appointed to his
staff those who had 'understanding
and knowledge of the times'. May our
present would-be leaders do the same.
Notwithstanding, perhaps the real question
to those of us who happen to be in the present
generation is, "What role are we to play?".
Am I just here to be affected by and simply
experience whatever is set before me?
I think not. As we stand at the crossroads,
positioned to make a move, may God give us
'insight and understanding of our times'.
Moreover, do I, or am I to know if I
have been placed in this arena, in this
kingdom, on this planet, for such a time as this?
I believe that, indeed, each of us has been uniquely
placed and positioned by God to do His bidding.
God's call and biddings would apply to
any people of any nation. From where I sit,
in America, there is no doubt that a puzzling
stage has been set for each of us to step upon
and exercise what God has said in our hearts.
011924PS
Writing outside the body,
in the control room of the mind
The blueprints of our D.N.A.,
left for me to find
The root cause of the madness,
‘where thoughts and feelings meet’
No blood yet spilled, no demons killed,
free will lay sound asleep
The choices raw and waiting,
to be right but often wrong
My pen writes down today’s decree,
in the lyrics of a song…
“With eyes on fire you’ll see your way
through darkness that belies
“While remembering the sanctity,
this womb did once provide
“Decide with what I now endow,
your heart, and not your head
“To faith proclaim, yourself ordained
—and love your soul to wed”
(Rosemont College: March, 2020)
Dear Diary
I know because I have been forewarned
That when my name is brought up
and I am mentioned and
referenced in certain other people's
company
Some people choose to refer to me as
isn't he funny but not meant as or
to be complimentary
But rather as they think I am joke and
meant to be a poke
Which only serves to prove to me I
am exactly where I am supposed to
and wish to be
Because if they spoke of me or held
me in high regard or thought we held
similar opinions or points of view
Then I fear I would have to take a
long hard look at myself and revaluate
who I think and believe I am
The type of person who much prefer
to gossip about other people when
they are soundly out of earshot behind
their back's
Who wouldn't dare spout anything but
praise if standing right in front of them
whilst simultaneously avoiding all forms
of eye contact just incase they see the
white's or color of their eyes
So Dear Diary please promise me that
you will never to constantly remind me
every time I decide to make a fresh entry
To remind me that life is not a popularity
contest based solely upon good looks an
alarming lack of intelligence or morals
and character
But rather being able to look oneself
in the eye and being able to sleep at night
So gladly please feel free to poke away
and think of me as joke it's merely
water off a duck's back to me
And ditto same , same here , here right
back at you
I think you're funnier than I am or could
ever be difference being
I am actually trying to be which
is ironic because sadly you aren't
DOES ONE KNOW THAT GOD IS EVERYWHERE?
NOT ONLY IN A CERTAIN PLACE, NOT ONLY IN A CERTAIN STATE
I AM BLESSED, GOD HAS ALWAYS PROVIDED
NOT BECAUSE I'VE MOVED AND PLACED ALL TO THE SIDE
MY HOMETOWN IS WHERE I WAS RAISED
BORN AND LIVED THERE FOR MOST OF MY DAYS
I AM IN ANOTHER STATE
IT'S NOT LIKE HOME WHERE I CAN RELATE
SOME PEOPLE MOVE TO BETTER THEMSELVES
WHICH IS GREAT, MY HEART GOES OUT TO YOU
NEVER FORGET WHERE GOD HAS BROUGHT YOU FROM
ALL OF MY BLESSINGS TO A BETTER LIFE HAS COME
I AM IN A PLACE, I HAVE MY OWN MIND
NOT MOVING BECAUSE OF OTHERS THINK I SHOULD
I WILL DECIDE MY JOURNEY IN MY LIFE
JUST PRAYING AND BEING IN GOD'S WILL IS MY CONCERN
I AM NOT FORGETTING MY HOMETOWN
GOD IS EVERYWHERE NOT ONLY IN ONE PLACE, OR ONE STATE
I AM A LEADER, NOT A FOLLOWER, GOD WILL DECIDE
MY DESTINY AND JOURNEY WITH GOD'S MAP A PRE-SETTED GUIDE.
Form:
Oh, my love, how I wish...
you were here by my side
so we could both surrender
To this beautiful solitude,
this peaceful, intoxicating silence
I'm blissfully lost; killing precious time.
Time I wish I could stretch...
the length of the Nile River.
Mute, confused ships can't seem
to decide whether they're coming or going
The sky is slowly changing before my eyes
As the cantaloupe melon Sun
fights to stay afloat over the horizon.
Silence is interrupted...
by the ebb and flow
of the faint tides, sweeping time
out of my pristine mind
crying out your name in hushed tones.
We both miss you so.
As the calm wind sighs and whispers
soft yet incomprehensible
language into my pleased ears
I wish you were here
To bask in this soothing
sounds of silence with me
NA the day away Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo (Winner: 1st Place)
Submitted on 09/03/2019
Sound of Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton (N/A)
Date written and submitted: 07/27/2019