Best Chooser Poems
Be grateful and for what you have been granted, don't be a chooser, life is a surprise box.
Corruption >
Unbiased and unforgiving is their logic
Whose cursors we click
And keys we touch
Obliged to let Mr. User
Be the chooser
The multi-purpose tool that we use for so much
Though some might say "magic"
And some see only machine
I see a world
where anything could be
But this power is granted
To those whose minds are corrupt
They don’t think like computers
Whose logic is so abrup-
Together Forever?
Some words they scar
Which last forever
I know you fail to recall
But I still remember
You go ahead
And say you are overwhelmed
That
We are back together
But one things for certain
I still remember
You left a big scar
And
It will last forever
It will never feel the same
Though it’s all cleared out
I will still just remember
We were once together
Nor scar, nor confused
As light as a feather
But that all changed
And we will never be as near
As once we were together
You will certainly not know what I have enclosed
In my heart
Where it will stay forever
A blizzard so wild
Which I can let out whenever
To terminate you’re ahead
The route you took
You could’ve rehabilitated
Weren’t you the chooser?
Then why did you go
A single sentence wrecked us forever
But can we still try
To be what us onetime were together
Forever?
This female three
Of Norse myth
Bring their chosen ones
To be with
The fallen ones
In the afterlife hall of the slain
Where in Valhalla
They will remain
These daughters of royalty
With their ravens so black
To be with their warriors
Who can't go back
These einherjar
Bravely, in battle died
Where they feast on the Saehrimnir
Viking pride
Herja, Svipul
Herfjotor, the three
Attested to
Norse Mythology
The chooser of the slain
These Valkyrie select
To live with the gods
Ultimate elect
As they enter the hall
Beside Odin and Thor
Baldr, Bragi
And Dellingr
Not to become gods
But in Norse afterlife
To die by the sword
In battle strife
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WHEN YOU WANT TO HUNT
Which is worst, being on Board of Directors
Or did become dissectors call building inspectors
And no matter what they may ever do
Up everything seem surely to screw.
Have some humor heard someone say
Don't have pot to piss in or can pay
For how much they wanted for a huge lot
Which would take away all I have got.
Some say a beggar should not be a chooser
And may at times look like a lousy loser
When it is God who you really want
He is right here and don't have to hunt.
Until you had met some smart loan shark
Who will sell you a house in a trailer park
Be careful and examine paper work
Making sure the person was not a jerk.
Some say rules were made to be broken
Are without any money down to last token
My pleasant realtor heard me make a plea
Maybe we should rent a house in RiverSea.
James Thomas Horn
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Who is going to tell her we asked each other,
Your sister, your aunt, married to your brother.
Tell her in a nice way we cautioned the loser,
Sandra glared at us, the worst straw chooser.
She sat and stared but did not talk at all.
Supposed to tell her today, not next fall.
We knew this could quickly go south,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth…
Written: 7-02-2019
Contest: Romani Proverb
Sponsor: Julia Ward
I heard the word "ok" in my spirit
I don't know if He meant it's okay to do what
I want to do
Or everything is okay
Who knows?
I just know that everything seems to be okay haha
I didn't have any major upheavals - just kidding
Everything seems smooth
Things that bother me before don't bother me now
Seems like there is a peace
I don't get worked up as I did before
I don't feel stressed
Such major change
I remember I was asking about something else
And that is when I heard it
I almost thought it was for that something else
But God it's good
And I appreciate You
You just know just what to do
And just what to say
Hooray God
You can say anything You like
Because everything You say is good
I am not choosing
Beggar can't be chooser lol
Love it Lord
V is for Valkyrie, shield maiden, chooser of the righteous fallen.
I is for Industry in search of truth and honor through creativity.
R is for Righteous intent and open armed hospitality.
G is for Growth toward independence and self-reliance through fidelity.
O is for Order sought through discipline, which holds Chaos in check.
As individuals in this present space and time
We travel valleys of the dammed
And are expected at the same time
To enjoy and observe very closely the amenities within.
The only true knowledge an individual can expect
From the adventures I am speaking about
Is to travel the depth of this education
And to recover from such a depth without losing identity.
The reward of such an adventure
And still recognize the identity within
Is the greatest of all.
Being the person that we are
And exploring all avenues as we do
We have had to encounter the ultimate heights
As well as the devasting lows.
However my admiration you do hold at its attention
And this you know
The ingredients of my admiration
Only you can unlock...within our journey.
The space and distance between you and I
Are always fulfilled with admiration of the other one
And self love within.
When space and time have to be shared with individuals
A label has to be attached
It becomes known in a category as companions.
The ecstasy of all companions is for the chooser to choose
The amenities within our companion varies each day
Therefore the true identify of oneself has to remain.
The degree of understanding also has a limit
That limit is what provides avenues
It is ones decision as to that degree of limitation.
This is why companions become a part of our lives
As an individual or kept at a distance.
I truely believe the attention we both have shared
And the reflection I gather
Even from a distance
Assists the movement of time
And to me this is the ultimate height
Without the agony of fear.
The releasment of all expectations
You do have the gift to bring out in me
As well as I have with you.
L’orange de Noël
Trump met a girl from the gutter
Who set his heart all aflutter
But she was a chooser
Who called him a loser
Trump really needs a new putter!
I exist in a beautiful world of Commotion,
Still Silence Haunts me.
From daybreak to nightfall,
The Ringing in my Ears is my only company
As I write a song of Love and
A poem of Hate.
Am I Lost?
My mind is Overcome by emotions,
As is my Lust for you.
How must I carry these Ballads I write?
With Shame and Anguish?
Or should I prove the world of my love,
As it turns to hate for a Brief moment of Despair.
I am not the fool,
I am the Chooser,
And I Chose.
You will live for me or die alone.
This is our Absolution.
People always wish to see the future
In order to see if they will be
A loser
A begger
A chooser
So will we
Get to be what they want to see?
I don't see that fate for you, them, or me
We are confused as a society, history is a circle
Politicians and terrorists
Are the disciples
Of villains, bandits and the penniless
Why do we not try to break the trend,
Instead of advancing in sophistication and start over again?
It is unfortunate when even the smart are simple
When being backwoods is as common as a pimple
Or a dimple
Or a star in the sky
When the sons of current people are the sequel
And we share the similarity of forever proceeding to die
Without change in the circle
Without change in our ways
Without jumping the hurdles
Without altering our fates
If you get a crystal ball from that gypsy that is true
Here is what that ball will show to you
You will see either a backtracking of your life
With your child in it
Or darkness will overtake the light
And our world will stop spinning with it
Because our future is devoid of change
Everything will always basically be the same
Until all life has been exploded into the stars
Then there will be no reason to pursue your fame
But on this universe, our world will no longer be a painful scar.
OFTEN AS A STORYTELLER
Quite often as this storyteller bloke,
I like to play on words,
Seeing if it makes me to be,
In a sense of being
A wordy kind of fella,
Or am I just a plain
And ordinary wordsmith;
As the user and the chooser
Of what I put down
On the finest parchments found.
And then there is you see
As it escapes from me;
In short intervals be,
Many tales of sad,
And many tales of glad,
Told by someone
Of the olde school brand.
For I have come to realize
That of the many journeys made,
In order to relate
And wise wisdom words put on down,
In order to bless;
For there is another thirsty soul,
Awaiting, awaiting!
Therefore, I am at an age
It is a privilege to have attained,
To be a narrator so,
A teller of this man’s past;
And hopefully bless
A listener with me words.
And as we so do sit;
Around the campfires of life,
Where flickering embers glow
And sparks dance their last request,
Therefore, as we depart
And go our separate ways,
As you the receiver have listened,
‘Bout the many journeys made,
Coming from deep within
And from the soul,
Of this bush balladeer bloke….
Francis Cooper - Mac
I could prove a point thought misbegotten,
For long years packaged as Flatly Rotten,
I myself judged a spiritual loser;
Indeed, an Abhorrent option chooser!
But why, God had said so: "Esau I hate."
So, all his damned mistakes had flowed from Fate
"What's my birthright to me now that I'm dead?"
One, who just in the morning, had not fed!
"Right, agreed, you're Esau, then call Jacob"
Lion Jacob would have turned helpless cub!
Why hadn't Isaac Dad remembered this?
Lord God had that moment blocked Wisdom's kiss!
The loser,
The one who’s not the greatest chooser.
I’m not proud of the things I’ve done.
It seems the drugs have already won.
When it comes to escapes I have none.
They don’t think I’ve tried.
The truth is I tried so hard
I almost died.
It never used to be this way,
Drugging just to get thru the day.
I was a strait A student,
I never got in trouble,
And never missed a day.
No one knew what happened along the way.
I never got any thing I didn’t fight for.
I guess I was easy to ignore.
I was the one left out.
No one knew what I was truly about.
I tried to tell
But I was still left in hell.
Then the one person who heard died,
My mom, and I never got to say good-bye.
Right after I was kicked out the door.
Now I’m a drugged induced whore.
When I look in the mirror to see who standing in my place
I’m gone without a trace.
The loser,
A kid who fell off the right track
Unable to find her way back.
Theirs others like me.
They just hide it so you can’t see.
I wish I could quit and be free.
I’m reaching out to you,
But I’m a loser so your already threw.
I would like to do so many things,
But theirs a punishment that my life brings.
I live in pain everyday,
Making myself pay.
It’s too late to set things strait.
Living on the edge has landed me in a wedge.
No one sees this is what the world wanted me to be.
After where I’ve been,
I am forced to exist in a world I couldn’t live in