Best Chooses Poems

John 13 (Part 2)

And now the hour was well advanced
for Him to take His leave.
He'd go the way His Father said
and leave them all to grieve.

He'd eat the bread His Father gave
(the work that He should do).
He'd give His life for all the world;
His Father...

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Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
No table round will ever square the thing.
All knights have equal access to the bread,
Even the stout are adequately fed;
Each squire gets equal pay for equal knighting.

Then Guinevere unsheathes the distaff lightning,
Uncoils her hair, so lustrous and inciting,
Plumps her...

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The king was fair but he chose his wives in a haphazard way.
Subjects of his kingdom said king would one day “rue the day”.
It happened after wife number seven, an awful mean queen.
The ones who watched it happen, said it could not be unseen.

She wiped...

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They act like a mate 
but their fake 
never give 
but take
Always running late 
expecting you to wait 
it’s never their mistake 
excuses that they make 

Quick to pass the blame 
a stain upon your name 
and another one again 
as they fly like a...

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Keith brought his dog to the party.
He was tired of choosing women to like.
He was the worst judge of them.
His two ex-wives were proof of that.
Pug ran up to Ella and put his head on her knee.
She reached down and petted him. She seemed gentle.
He...

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Pre-teen girls with wild
imaginations,
we watched Bandstand*, danced
and pranced our way to
fame--at sleep-overs.

I went pro and
wowed the whole world?
Nope! Not in the
cards—or my feet.

Teaching proved
challenging, 
rewarding.

Any
regrets?

None

*American Bandstand--teen dance show, hosted for decades by Dick Clark



Date: May 11, 2020
Contest Title: Diminished Hexaverse     ...

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WHEN GOD CHOOSES 

Who can be against who God chooses
Who can council the Lord God Most High
He does what He wills
Fear not, just be still,
To His will all men must comply

Who can lay a charge to God's chosen 
Who can condemn one of His own...

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No one chooses to have their soul in chains
No one chooses to have ignored pains
No one chooses to be ignored
No one chooses to be abhorred
No one chooses to feel completely lost
No one chooses to feel defeats; exhaust
No one chooses to give devotion
Perish the thought of...

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He is so dapper and dashing! The ugliest dames said.
One of them on board now, as her husband was dead.
One old toad gave her the cold eye and a shove to her head.
These toads in waiting had learned at court, ‘twas how to get ahead....

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when ambient spirits surrender
that fade into 
the blessed night
heavenly stars remember
let us 
breathe the good night
the 
deep-red young thrush
Shall 
bring us new the light
while 
day chooses the night...

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She chooses to drown her mind with music,
Instead of how she would down drinks until sick.
She chooses to go home to find some relief,
Instead of how she used to roam to escape all of her grief.

She chooses to swallow unspoken hurt,
Instead of throwing hollow words...

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I choose
not
who 
I am 
born to.

Where 
and when
I  die 
I have 
no choice.

What
I pick
as choice
chips away
other choices.

Choice
chooses
what 
I do
with it.

Life
is choices
I did 
not
choose....

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Not for prized Wristwatch Seiko
Would I wear a Nick Gecko
And there is a sane Beko
Who could drink to “a Gecko”
And permits us to echo
“Beko is your Wall Gecko”
‘The Nick, no fear, re-echo’
Has Beko goals of Decoy?
In Nick ‘Gecko’ Gold’s Alloy?
Just what is wrong with Beko
And...

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Rise,
plateau,
then descent;
life pulsation
thus in renewal,
a pattern we discern,
cognise and assimilate.
Mind body by resonation
thus flowing in chosen vibration 
self determines ascent or stagnation.

The manifest already created
by desire aflame within our heart.
Doership is delusion of mind:
fictional identity,
is our narrow ego.
Universal mind,
accessible,
here and now,
if we
choose.

02-November-2020...

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I would say if asked,
that wooden angels are the best,
they age with you, their eyes get dusty,
they stand in their stillness
while wind and sun
bleach them into a gentleness
you can relate to.

Stone angels slowly turn green,
only then you can you detect
God working through them.

The cashier asks...

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