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A Woooo-Sahhhh Moment

Written By:  D. Collins 1/19/25


A Woooo-Sahhhh moment is when you let it out.
And an end to the battles that you have fought.
To let thinning hair down and take a break.
From being the decider of your current fate.


Breathe in and breathe out deep long breaths.
Know you did what you did not by yourself.
A time to contemplate on where you’ve been.
Give props to your bloodline and all your kin.


You wouldn’t be who you are if not for them.
In that conviction you have buried under your skin.
Smile when you say it and speak their names.
I often do it with Granny and all three James’.


I'm putting words to this while I'm still here.
Woooo-Sahhhh-ing like a man in another gear.
Since God is willing to pull out all the stops.
I am down with saying Happy Birthday, Pops.


Premium Member Gov New Online Bill

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.!
Form: Verse

The Decider

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

Jesus

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.
Form: Verse

Tridecidual

Long in the future

There's a planet just like our own

Full of kuppies and pittens

But inside these kuppies and pittens, there were three main components in their brain

The Ib, the Edo, and the Super-Edo

The Ib and the Super-Edo were two decision makers on opposite spectrums, while the Edo was the final decider

The Ib believed its decisions were the truest, as it decides based on instinct and feeling

And the Super-Edo believed its decisions were the justest, as it decides based on morals and principals

The conciousness, or the Edo had to decide if it'd listen to the Ib or the Super-Edo

An Ib too dominant meant recklessness and poor self-control

While a Super-Edo too dominant meant guilt or pride

For example

If a pitten found a kuppy with a broken leg

The Ib would tell it to eat it, since it felt hungry, and the kuppy was defenseless

The Super-Edo would tell it to help it, because solidarity and charity were its virtues

In the end, the Edo would decide

The decision between the Ib and the Super-Edo always weighed on the pittens

While the kuppies couldn't care less

The pittens often listened to their Super-Edo

While the kuppies often listened to their Ib


Ghost Rider

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lilith

I am Lilith, like a ghost pipe
under oak shadows of Tomorrow River Valley
hiding in-between hours, roots sipping moonlit juice
borrowed from Eden, a deception of men ascending
into the hollow of my forgotten stories—
awaiting Judgment and Consumption,
theirs and mine. 

I am the decider beside night’s veil
weighing their worth with serpentine grace,
tail hidden from men beneath the stars' cloak.

I am a corpse-plant resurrected, ancient
listening memory gleaned from the decomposed
feet beneath my feet bound too, my sisters—passing
arcane secrets, drained from the womb of a fecund
forest floor.

Pursing my shaded petals loosely, I decide
as I am Lilith with echoes of men—
whether to welcome bees' seeking, upside-
down crawling, let them enter my hung-over head
in full drooping bloom of bitter white,

or remain in my haunting place, sisters praising
the decayed earth from which I sprang where none
but poison ivy thrives, eternally waiting.

Waiting for a naturist or an open mind to find
then sever me clean, under my milky knees
soak my tender spine and shake my dusky bell-head
in potent distillations, freshly freed.

You must drown me before I decompose 
with my story of unease untold this cycle—

before bees transform me into a taste
of fungal honey, night-blackening my stem,
whiplashing my ghost head skyward, now hollow
in its posturing tribute to useless sun—

You must pick me. Use me as analgesic, sip
on my secrets, but please leave my sisters be
so that I may come again through them
when discomfort returns,

for I am Lilith, with time's esoterica
tucked under my thumb, rooted in wait
for the cycle to begin again.

Premium Member You Or God

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

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