Best Choice Poems
Before you read my poem below please know:
This poem is generalised and not aimed at any individual
It is solely my observation and voice!
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Why must it be analysed and dissected
To whether a poet comments or not
We all do what we choose to do
We are a mixed bunch in this poetry pot
Some poets just like to write and read poetry
They are not interested in anything more
That is entirely their right and prerogative
That is what they are here for
Others like the social interaction
Making connections and poet friends
What you give, what you get here
On you it solely depends
Who we are …our wants and needs
Is our own personal choice
There are no set of commenting rules
No do’s or don’ts….no dictating voice
What another poet chooses to do
Is nobody else’s concern
As long every poet is respectful
Respect will be returned
Comment or not, turn comments off, or even block
Just do what ‘YOU’ want to do
Never feel pressured to do anything less
“To thyself you must be true”
There are an abundance of poets here
Who thrive on interaction and chat
They comment, encourage, support ,connect
Poets aplenty rich in socialising are here in fact
No judgement, criticism, negativity ,nor pressure should any poet face
Just a kind, caring and respectful environment on the whole
We are all unique and special individuals
Writing and enjoying poetry…..our united goal!
A vulture and owl
Solitary and predatory
Watch and wait
The wastelands
Scarred by driving winds
Baked hard by an abusive sun
Void of life, a deep emptiness
The silence of desolation
Eyes down, he enters
Withering in self-pity
Cut-off from intimacy
Breath reeking of desperation
Bones cleaving to his skin
Has A choice
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Kill the pain Face the pain
Bondage Freedom
Bed of piss and vomit Bed of hope and redemption
Alone – Death Together – Life
What will he do . . . ?
A vulture and owl
Solitary and predatory
Watch and wait
To the struggling -- never give up hope!
David Meade
11/21/2014
Dear mom, dad -
keeper of my DNA,
it was not my choice to be conceived
( these actions you are about to take,
I never would have believed )
With you, I have placed my trust
- only to be, deceitfully deceived
I have no voice
If indeed you must,
take my life
Before searching my face, with grace,
before attempting to hold my hand,
my tiny finger,
created by the Creator that created you too
( You don’t wish to linger )
If indeed you must,
take my life giving breath
Before finding jewels in my eyes,
while singing soft lullabies
before watching me grow,
into the adult you will learn to love
and in time, get to know
If indeed you must,
take my life giving breath,
take me from this earth
Before having the chance,
to meet you
Know that: I loved you, before you loved me
I will never know your love,
My Worth
I have no voice
Sincerely,
Your unborn child
___________________
Just a little Scribble
~ Thoughts from the Heart ~
Life is Precious
Thursday April 18th 2019- Poem of the Day
Author's Note- This emotion lingered for days, in my mind and in my heart. Upon my soul. The words found me and were placed upon the page. Many thanks for the support. Blessings to all.
It takes two to make a baby
But the women bear the brunt
Yet for reasons that confound me,
It’s the men who most confront.
They just plant a seed and vanish
While not caring for a whit
If they’ve left behind a token
And what will become of it.
So the females must contend with
Something growing which may be
Not a part of what they’d wanted
And with which they don’t agree.
Now the law allows reversal
Of what might be a mistake
Letting women make decisions
Which should be their own to make.
Let the Court step back and ponder
Why this ruling must be banned
When so many now will suffer
With a pregnancy unplanned.
All of those who think abortion
Shouldn’t ever be allowed
Should be happy having babies
And live up to what they’ve vowed.
But for women in this country
Who’ve been guaranteed a voice
In the workings of their bodies,
They deserve to have a choice.
Write words
that will be scraped
into a stone
by a rebellious kid
who refused
to be owned
Write words
that will make
a hopeless sinner
never feel alone
Write words
that will move
a homeless man
from a shelter seat
to a throne
Write words
that will tattoo
the answers
to your soul
about the questions
of the future
that is unknown
heave bursts from lips can both injure or heal
harsh words strike deep the bayonet’s metal
while kind words stroke soft as a rose petal
floral scent~ gardener’s sweeter appeal
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on March 4, 2020 for contest KIND INK sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
The corridors of life are rarely straight:
Not only do they bend and twist and veer,
We find the way ahead becomes unclear,
Soon blocked by doors -- each door, a different fate.
We’d like to take our time, to contemplate,
But time will press, and each will urge, “Come here,
I lead to bliss. Take me, and have no fear!”
How can we know which course to navigate?
Still in the end we’re forced to make a choice,
Interring almost-futures in the past,
And pick one door to open, if we dare.
We hope the door we choose makes us rejoice,
But this is a decision which will last:
Whatever ends it leads to, we must bear.
December 23, 2019
"Open Me First" Italian Sonnet Contest
Rest yourself here where water lies calm
still, you could fly
to perch on tempestuous cloudy bank
perhaps to remain
safety a foreign ideal you’ve rarely felt
for you, comfort seems to come with upheaval
still, you could stay
in the quest to find who you might be
perhaps to entrust
that you are enough and worthy too
for I recall where your viridity began
still, life gives trials
People to test next to those to emulate
perhaps you’ll select
where you won’t go or who you can’t be
“It’s not what they say when you are there, it’s what they whisper after you leave.” ~~ Actor - Errol Flynn ~~
Whispers as you hurriedly pass them by.
Whispers that can really make you cry.
Those whispers filled my head with doubt.
I didn’t realize what being poor was all about.
Whispers about the clothes that I wore.
Whispers as if it was a crime to be poor.
Rumors were rife in the school yard.
Those whispers really did make life hard.
Invited to parties, I didn’t want to go.
All snickering. Did they think I didn’t know?
I know bringing a gift of a potted plant wasn’t right.
Their whispers didn’t even wait till I was out of sight.
Whispers continued when I was a teen.
The rumors got worse the whispers were mean.
Slowly but surely, I overcame their sneers.
Learning to be proud of who I am over the years.
I met a man who loved me for who I am, I knew.
And how good it felt when he whispered, I love you.
FREEDOM OF CHOICE
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Not gifts nor riches any way compare
With having your own mind, to give it voice
See then your many options and rejoice
That You may wander here and venture there
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Prefer the active to the passive voice
And you will find the strength to counter care
With having your own mind to give it voice
The slave may drink from cup of gold alloys
And sleep in sheets of silk and satin rare
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Beware free handouts for they may invoice
With lost volition, thus they will impair
The having your own mind to give it voice
Fulfil your obligations, then rejoice
Though poverty may seem a threat to bear
The greater blessing is the power of choice
With having your own mind to give it voice
Peace again rules My~Day~
Comforting.... in a pleasant light hearted way
Nature draws me near
Banishing all my fear
Thank You Lord
For giving me Light
Holding me Dear through the Night
It is a Choice that we make
A Dream this Love must not forsake
Take my hand and come with me
There is nothing if you follow the dark
Eventually you become the mark
It is never to late to swallow your pride
Humble is a lasting stride.....
Perched
upon his resting place, Raven made her call
She
planned to join her lover, using powder and a ball
Gazing
at the markers where the predeceased were laid
She
watched her namesake circle, and heard his woeful voice,
Then
mused the circumstances that took her partner’s life.
Could
sacrifice unite them?
Is there an afterlife?
And
listening to the chilling call,
Raven made her choice.
For ~~A Rambling Poet~~ and the contest: Among The Dead
by Ray Dillard
Man-made drugs
Induce an altered state
A psychedelic paradise
Of euphoria
A burst of colors
Impaired reality of dreams
A fix of blissful forgetfulness
Married to ecstasy
What need have I of these?
When I have you
My drug of choice
I will not touch any of the others
But you, I long to touch…
To feel you under my fingertips
To caress before I ingest
And let you posses...
Every way I can have you is good…
I inject
Inhale
Take you in orally
Taste you laced with everything
Under my tongue...
There…ah….there….it begins
I start getting high….
Climbing and climbing
My roller coaster rocketing high
On your words
On the scent of your emotions
On the presence of you in my mind
Who could ever find
A more wholesome or better stimulant...
Yes, you stimulate every part of me
You excite me
Make me delirious
Bring fire to my veins
Drive me insane
Make me oblivious to the pain
Leave me wanting more than the time before
Wanting a larger dose of you
More dangerous
More hallucinogenic
Unaware of my surroundings
I climax on this induced trip
You….my drug of choice
The drug from which
There is not even an iota
Of hope for rehabilitation….EVER...
Every cell to my very core is under your control
I want you coursing in my blood
Flooding my brain
FIX AFTER FIX AFTER FIX
More often…more intense…longer…stronger…
What drug can compare to you?
My ever present addiction…
Opiate of my obsession
Drug of my choice….
YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Was struck by a bolt of inspiration on this one! :)
Belt it out with Amy Winehouse…..”They wanted to take me to rehab, but I said ‘NO, NO, NO’.” ;) When I teach my students a rule or so in grammar, I say, for example, "Can you use a comma to join two independent clauses? Is it enough punctuation?" Then, in answer, I belt out with Amy..."NO, NO, NO!" They laugh!
God given, Ten Commandments understood,
Divine plan in word, for man's guidance all.
Gods' rules of life, not options if you should,
commandments to prepare man for his call.
No other idols, gods, nor name in vain,
Steal not, adultery nor slander be.
To honor parents, Sabbath, dare not bane,
man shall not covet what he wants nor see.
Temptation, weakness mire man and his will,
ten simple rules most difficult it seems.
Greed and ambition man's heart to distill,
they hinder man's lives, interfere with dreams.
Ten commandments to abide or to stray,
a never, always, sometimes, choice each day.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
2/15/16
The swinging sixties never swung
As much as people said
But for me, the bands
And the songs they sung
Linger on inside my head
I rocked and rolled to Morningtown
On a wagon with one wheel
And followed tracks
That took me down
To fields that were surreal
A jungle snake both sang and hissed
When a man climbed on his cloud
Then a windmill turned
In the Autumn mist
And a policeman laughed out loud
In a warm and gentle wonderland
On a train whose whistle blew
A swinging star
Introduced his band
And sang a rainbow too
God only knows when I look back
Why The Miller told his tale
And I can’t explain
Why Grocer Jack
Turned a whiter shade of pale
But I'm thankful for those days back then
Before the years rolled by
Those were the days
In dreams and when
There was spirit in the sky.