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Deciding For Tomorrow

Decisions are being made all the time by those at the top,
Tomorrow there is a futuristic twist and so we are appalled
By the rough work, so hard to decipher.
Decide now when to harshly criticize, when to wonder
At those who ponder and upset no longer.
The wonderful employment of a man in matrimony
Has just begun, his wife needs to decipher his face.
The arrival of a daughter can send happiness to the heart,
Mighty blows from hands of divinity are making her function.
The decisions from the top big men
Make a man of fatherhood almost weep at his wages,
To let his daughter have a private school
And not let himself regard the safety of his wife.

poem by Naveed Akram
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I Am Not Sorry No She Said

I am not sorry no she said
That my ex son in law is dead
He gave to my daughter a hard life
And she to him was a good wife.

It may seem a callous thing of me to say
That I'm not sorry he's out of the way
For without him my daughter will survive
And in fact I'd like to think she'll thrive.

And though I feel her years with him were wasted years
My daughter sheds her grief in tears
To him she was a good wife and a good friend
And she stayed with him right to the end.

Whatever in him did she see
I find it way far beyond me
For to understand the workings of humanity
For they were different as can be.

She said as for myself I've been lucky in life
Lucky to be a good man's wife
But our daughter good of heart and kind
In love and marriage happiness failed to find.

Her feelings she is not afraid to own
When she said the rudest man that I've ever known
And I am not sorry no she said
That my ex son in law is dead.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Decisions (acrostic)

Decisions are hard to make.
Every time there’s more to take.
Choices there are lots of,
Involving life, school and love.
Some decisions can be easy,
Involving friends and family.
Others can be more difficult.
None are to be left alone,
Since good decisions are your own.

poem by Janneke Tenvoorde
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A daughter loves her parents more than a son

A daughter loves her parents more than a son
But parents love their son more than their daughter,
After his marriage a son becomes a wicked person,
Then a son loves his wife more then his parents,
Over heard by his wife he pushes his parents out of home,
None gives them shelter in their old age except GOD,
Daughter will pity on them and she will welcome,
As they sow so shall they reap the crops,
Every one should be careful for action- re-action of life,
Today we disobey our parents tomorrow our sons re-act so,
Hence we face the same journey of our life's strife,
If we take care of our parents the same God will do,
We surely get what we do in the kingdom of God,
Carefully with guilt and virtue God has made a bod.

poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Quiet House on Christmas Eve

The dog and cats are still
Wife and daughter in bed
The kid with presents on her head
Those things that make us grow
Till wisdom comes and helps us so
We understand the action is not with our toys.
Instead its with our joys
So wife and daughter are the greatest blessings
And after that the cat, and dog and fish
But I only have one wish
That Santa soon would come
And with his work finally done
I can go to bed. Amen.

poem by Bill Grace
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Making Decisions

We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!

We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!

How often does a hindsight renew,
A clearer vision wished we had then used.

How often do we then excuse this...
As mistakes we've made,
Too late to shake away.
To turn around unphased,
Just to have things our way!

We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!

How often does a hindsight renew,
A clearer vision wished we had then used.
While making decisions wearing the same old shoes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh Daughter! Why You Weep So?

Oh daughter! Why you weep so?
Oh daughter! Why you weep?
Oh daughter! Please do stop now
You really need some sleep.

Oh daughter! Please I beg you
Wipe your tears away
Put the past behind you
And face another day.

You knew what he was after
You knew he was no good
You knew he'd up and leave you
And I really think you should:

Forget the promises that were made
And throw away THAT ring
Pull yourself together now
There's nicer songs to sing.

poem by Carole Turner
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Who is the Best..?

Once there was this Rishi
Living under a banyan tree
Meditating on Him, all his life
Alone, without worries or wife..

It was a sunny day, bit hazy
Rishi was relaxed and lazy
A mouse came running and fell at his feet
A cat came chasing to eat

The mouse prayed 'Gimme shelter or u sin'
The cat said 'Protecting my food is no less a thing'
Rishi had to decide one way or other
Rishi blessed the mouse to be his daughter

The daughter grew into a beautiful woman
Time came for Rishi to think of her man.
He asked the daughter for any criteria or test
She said she wanted only the Best

Best of a man is a Rishi, said the father
Not really so, said the daughter
When Rishi said, better than a Rishi is the only Sun
No, said the daughter, not the burning hot one!

Rishi asked the Sun, if he knows anyone better
The Sun said, try the Cloud, it hides my power
When Rishi told her of the Cloud's valor
No, said the daughter, I hate the dark color

Rishi asked the Cloud, who betters it
The Cloud said, surely the Wind, it blows me out
Rishi asked the daughter, if Wind is her choice
No, said the daughter, It just makes noise.

Rishi asked the Wind, for a better person
The Wind said, It is the immovable Mountain
Rishi asked the daughter, if Mountain passes her test
No, said the daughter, full of trough and crest

Rishi asked the Mountain for the best in the land
The Mountain said, It is the Mouse that crushes it to sand
Rishi asked the daughter, if Mouse is her groom
Yes, said the daughter, I love his eyes that zoom..

Rishi made his daughter back into a mouse
They married and lived in a hole as their house
The Best for a mouse is mouse, for Rishi a Rishi, for crook a crook
It depends on what you look out for; your outlook!

poem by TheBigThinkg Human
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It is hard to imagine a more stupid or more dangerous way of making decisions than by putting those decisions in the hands of people who pay no price for being wrong.

quote by Thomas Sowell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Decisions

In our lives, we make
an enormous amount of decisions.
Some are wise,
while others are not.
Some are thought out,
while others are on
the spur of the moment.
It is these decisions
that normally cause us
the most pain
because we examine them
time and again.
Did we make the right one,
or would it have been better
not to make one at all.
As some decisions cannot be reversed
after, they have been made.

19 March 2008

poem by David Harris
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Making No Sense

If a determination previously made,
To ignore suggestions recommended...
By the ones who submitted them,
As making no sense.
Why should anyone then get upset...
By those again solicited,
Who refuse to make any more suggestions?

And at who's expense is this waste of time,
When the ones authorized to make decisions...
Can not make up their minds to decide.
Only to find fault and blame those they accuse,
As being rude and too tempermental.
Un-co-operative.
AND unpredictably moody.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If That Is Possible

If you are not about who you are...
Then why are you here in prejudgement?
The only decisions you can make,
There is a hesitation.
You can not make up your mind!
Most of the time.
And you want your opinions heard?
Unsolicited?
To spend the time of others?
When you should take that time,
Finding yourself.
Or where you are.
If that is possible.
And if it is...
You've got a lot of work to do.
And time is not on your side waiting.
Not for those decisions to be made.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm My Own Grandpa

It was many many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, she's as pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
my father fell in lover with her, and soon these two were wed.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life:
My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife.
And then to complicate the matter, though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

This bouncing baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,
and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad,
for if he was my uncle then he also was the brother
of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my step-mother.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.

Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
Husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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From An Eye

From eye it silently dropped
Heart beats as if stopped
What did make me to bother and think?
Why was I upset and slipped to sink?

What makes human heart to bleed?
When fallen to human treachery and greed
When you are forbidden to feed
To a new born but compelled to forbid

It troubled me a lot when I read headlines
It was attracting attention in sidelines
She was there posing me many questions
A big question mark for mother daughter relation

I was innocent like her when raped by relative
Strong disillusionment and resentment to be indicative
A bad phrase never to be appreciated in any form
I was subjected to torture and came in life like storm

She was reminding me of her isolated life
Today she is someone's beautiful wife
With kids and all pleasures at disposal
But alas! Dreamt of my reentry or arrival

I am not at all with peace in mind
How many nights I have cried for her to find?
I only prayed for her safety and long age
To shut self in one place like cage

I am not a dreamer bit not a hard core too
I had always looked forward to explore
Each time I moved ahead but only to fall behind
I feared that everything will be taken as unkind

I shed tears not because I was safe
But I have missed her throughout the dates
Many years have passed and left behind
Now not to remind of me being as blind

I am woman and not made of any strong metal
I have taken years to get down and settle
I am happy to see her column with all eagerness
What a strong relation to reveal and find happiness on face?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You don't make spending decisions, investment decisions, hiring decisions, or whether-you're-going-to-look-for-a-job decisions when you don't know what's going to happen.

quote by Michael Bloomberg
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The Price Of Dead Love

His marriage is over but he has no tears
For the woman he was married to for just over two years
Though he miss his baby daughter when he comes home from work at night
In his marriage she was his one source of delight.

She is with his ex wife her mother who lives with her new man
And for him in her life his ex has only one plan
That he pay his alimony to her on Friday of every week
They no longer have common ground on which to speak.

On their wedding day he thought 'twould be for life
He was so in love with his beautiful wife
But just after two years of marriage love between them is dead
That the ways of love can be fickle no truer words said.

That his ex wife has left him for another he finds that as okay
But he misses his baby daughter when he comes home from work every day
That life has it's ups and downs it's always been this way
And the price of dead love it can be high to pay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Decisions

Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same

But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?

They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same

poem by Autumn Winds
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Scenario Difficult Decisions

difficult decisions
to make requires
time needs energy

focus firm resolve
quite meditation
to recharge batteries

praying for guidance
and strength is good
difficult decisions

can be hard
we can only
try our best

we rarely know
in major decisions
our best solutions

what is best
for each of us
God knows?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sophisticated Idiots

A few decide...
How and who is rated.
More decide...
All decisions made are dumb!
The ones coming forth with integrity...
Tell all what is done
Has not achieved anything for anyone.
Since the few regard their views legit.
And the majority observes them all...
As sophisticated idiots!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stubborn People Often Weep

Decided by decisions made,
To do what one pleases...
Regardless of what others say.
And having one's way...
Until a brick wall is hit.
With an awakening to ponder...
The reason and cause of it!

Stubborn people often weep,
Loudly and often without peaceful sleep.
They wish to have others accept and understand,
The origins of their thick-headedness.
With an attention given,
They themselves dismiss to comprehend...
Or keep a firm grasp within their own hands.

They wish to have others accept and understand,
The origins of their thick-headedness.
When they aren't even committed to sit,
Self-examine.
But from others they make demands.

Decided by decisions made,
To do what one pleases...
Regardless of what others say.
And having one's way...
Until a brick wall is hit.
With an awakening to ponder...
The reason and cause of it!

Stubborn people often weep,
Loudly and often without peaceful sleep.
They wish to have others accept and understand,
When they aren't even committed to sit.
Self-examine.
But from others they make demands.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only difference between me and most people is that I'm perfectly aware that all my important decisions are made for me by my subconscious. My frontal lobes are just kidding themselves that they decide anything at all. All they do is think up reasons for the decisions that are already made.

quote by Rex Stout
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