Best Chosen Poems
I watch a sunset
that I'd love to share
and nobody sees it but me
I'm scratching my head
in utter amazement
that nobody cares much to see
Things to accomplish
things to get done
a million things every day
And all of these things
have one thing in common
they manage to get in the way
"In the way of what?"
as you may well ask
"I'm doing my best to get by."
And oh, what a shame
so sad and so true
we squander our lives 'til we die
And doing their best
devoid of expression
their faces are empty and bleak
So busy, so dizzy
en masse, repetition
robotically, chronically weak
And what are they doing?
Yes, why such devotion
to this seemingly endless malaise?
They're taking a rain check
and storing up treasures
and longing for much brighter days
No time for a sunset
no walks in the park
no place for a soft ocean breeze
They march on in madness
a dutiful army
en route to their chosen disease
He once was among us
as loving as could be
always helpful to others
Never letting us see
See the pain behind the smile
of a once handsome man
A great father to his kids
always taking a stand
A hero he was
to me in that house
Always making me laugh
piggy back rides a must
Pulling out the tug
Muscle poses in the mirror
Joy and laughter
even though there was fear
He went through a lot
you all just can't imagine
and all though he had some downfalls
he had so much compassion
Its been a short while
and although i don't understand why
what happened that December night
will always make me cry
I lost my hero
my uncle and best friend
i miss him a lot
the memories will never end
And now all i have
is the pictures to show
of that familiar happy face
i used to know
The angels did decide
to take god his son
forever in the heavens
He was a chosen one
I chose the life that had been chosen for me
so long ago by the powers that be
I was aware I was different from others
they only saw what they wanted to see
First, there was fear that the world would ignore me
I’d better hide so that love lets me in
Then as I grew and I learned love’s true meaning
I knew that lying’s not how to begin
So I accepted the life that was given
and I decided to find my own way
I chose the life that had been chosen for me
I chose myself and have been to this day
Finger of God
I have never liked to be pointed at or picked out of a crowd
especially when I have known I have done something bad
but the thought of having Father God’s finger selecting
me among the millions has at times made my heart so very glad.
To be singled out from millions more talented
and to know that me, He has indeed called
to do a special work for Him or
that He would permit me to minister for Him at all.
Oh, to be chosen by the Lord
what a true honor this really is
and I’ve gladly left home and land in answer to His voice
for I surely would not have wanted this calling to miss.
Father God’s finger Lord gladly I’d like
to have it now pointing at me
because of the power of your Holy Ghost
abiding within He has given me the victory.
And now, not just Your finger Lord
but Your whole hand I’ll gladly take
for I desire to walk worthy of Your calling
and if corrections are due then, certain changes I will gladly make.
Because my Father
Your blessed face is what I do seek,
not only on Sundays will I make an appearance before Your throne
but also every day of the week.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
1994
I've chosen this path
to take by my own free will
I'm in no hurry
at this cross section
the road less travelled is good
I'm glad to be here
in this cul-de-sac
of sedentary and still
thinking, as an art
For people, like lake waves, can change their hue,
Chameleons, shifting colors and guise,
Like snakes, shedding truth for deceitful lies.
A handle on an axe, loose and askew,
They'll turn on you, causing pain undue.
They praise with ladders, then swiftly take away,
Reveling in your troubles, as if in play.
Clouds that fail to forewarn the rain,
They surprise us with problems, causing strain.
In times of need, they'll run to your side,
But stand for elections, and they'll hide.
At funerals, they feign sympathy and care,
Yet, secretly delight in your despair.
They'd rather see you beneath, not above,
Envious hearts brimming with ill-wished love.
But remember, there's one truest friend,
Whose love and care will never end.
God stands beside you through thick and thin,
Wiping each tear, healing from within.
In this world of shifting tides and lies,
God's love remains constant, a priceless prize
TURYAGUMANAWE MATHIAS
Born from sincere love, under onyx skies
Is the righteous One of soft golden hue
This child is the world’s redeemer, its prize
Rescuer of men, His light will shine through
To deliver souls from the Hell fire
Jesus, selfless Lord, is God’s Chosen One
Settling men’s debts is His only desire
In sermons before His work would be done
He brought forth the truth of God’s Holy Word
Telling people of the Kingdom to come
Giving up His life; the cost He incurred
First, bloodied by thorns, he then did succumb
Let us rejoice in His victory won
Divine redemption by God’s only son
September 11, 2020
Angel whispers are heard by the chosen
I hear, but ignore, not feeling worthy.
Their persistence bodes well for heaven,
They turn my keen senses topsy turvey.
Pure angel messages resound in my soul,
I am silent, completely humbled and awed.
Angel whispers of joyfulness lambast me whole.
I do not deserve it, I am completely soul-flawed.
Persistence from heaven forces me to listen.
When I close my eyes, I resume resistance.
Barely asleep, angel wings start to glisten.
I am humbled by their chosen insistence.
Totally honored, I meditate on their message,
Why I was chosen is an anomaly to me.
The voice is persistent, keeping me hostage,
Until passing on the message is what I agree.
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A poem that flows will soothe the ear
Carefully chosen words move it along
The poet’s soul those voices you hear
A poem that flows will soothe the ear
Without intending brings forth a tear
Words like lyrics to a special love song
A poem that flows will soothe the ear
Carefully chosen words move it along.
Written October 17, 2022
The Chosen
People say not being the chosen one is the worst.
But what if it isn’t?
What if you’re chosen—
but for all the wrong reasons?
Yes, I was chosen,
just to be a measuring tool—
something to compare,
against unfinished things,
just to feel better about yourself.
Like a trophy,
kept in plain sight,
on a neatly managed shelf.
Only ever looked at
from a distance—
always just a glance,
never long enough to notice.
Perhaps if they had,
they would have seen the rust.
Yes, I was chosen—
as the permanent wrong choice,
the one that reminds you
of what you could have had.
Like a roll of dice—
“if only I had thrown it differently,
if only I got another number…”
If only.
I was always the what if.
I was chosen—
but only to blame,
like how you blame the corner
when you stub your toe.
Never atleast a deserving blame.
There’s a difference
between being chosen
and being wanted.
What’s the point of being chosen
if all you hear
is the echo
of the one who wasn’t?
Who is truly chosen?
And how do you even define it?
What’s the point of being chosen
if wanting never follows?
Touch these lips of want with your finger tips
Whisper silent words with your look
Take my hand and hold it as if it were yours
Touching my soul with your tender heart
Lead me to the end of time and I will follow
Embrace me as if we were a twisting vine
Cuddle me and hold me with the warmth of your sun
I will hold your heart and feel it beat next to mine
Never a day shall pass without the embracing of our love
Until our last breath these two shall be one
Going down this empty path filling it with love
Two united and chosen by the one up above
A Chosen Generation
“9 But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light; ” 1 Peter 2:9 NKJV
We’re all God’s children;
A Chosen Generation;
A royal priesthood for the Father—
A holy and special relation.
God has gifted us the talents
To represent Him here;
He’s called us out of darkness;
His marvelous light to share.
We are all equipped for ministry;
We’re God’s ambassadors.
The Devil would like you to believe differently;
It tells us in God’s scriptures.
We are here to serve others—
This Chosen Generation.
When we’re connected to the Lord,
We’ll gladly join His ministration.
By serving God and others
Our blessings will abound.
Great satisfaction and joy,
In such serving can be found.
Whether you preach a sermon
Or bake a pie for a stranger,
Both are important to God,
And considered His ministerial labor.
This Chosen Generation is important
In the finishing of God’s harvest.
Complex or simple labor,
By all must be confessed.
We must all work together—
Both the young and old.
It’s through us God reaches others,
To bring forth saints of gold.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
I know all mothers are special
And chosen from above
To be that special mother.
To share that special love.
But God knew my Mother was special;
He chose her especially for me.
He knew just what she needed,
For her future He could see.
She so wanted a baby,
And she prayed hard every night.
But her prayers seemed to go unanswered;
It didn't seem fair; it just wasn't right.
But, God knew what He was doing;
He had planned it all from the start.
He knew that I would need a mother
So He placed me in her heart.
A more perfect match could not have been
Even if our blood we shared.
For God knew what He was doing
When He gave me a mother who cared.
So Happy Mothers Day to my mom,
My best friend she always will be
For she was chosen by God above
Especially just for me.
God preordained vessels for His design
before time and eternity so long ago
that He would use to suit His purpose
to do His will particularly in close align
These vessels would be earth bound people
one’s chosen in God’s sovereign plan
to carry out His words upon the earth
across the fullness of His historical span
They would walk in varieties of service
shining God’s light to all they meet
seeking to minister divine mercy and love
symbolically humbly washing each one’s feet
Spreading forth God’s truth to all the race
knowing God’s hand firmly set upon us
marked with godly hearts filled with grace
pray that each one would be a vessel
Chosen Mountain
I hear the stillness onto many whispers of the lowlands call
At times like this, I felt so very energetic and tempted to answer
Silently they're offering me to be known as a free dwelling woman
Without any recluse to my knowledge abide and having to conquer.
Viewing the massive mountains in front of me, makes me want to climb
It's beckoning to me to make a movement to approach and ascend
So graciously I took a more climatic approach of a lesser path
Then all at once when I skillfully crossed round a slippery bend.
To my utmost astonishment came to a conclusion, I cannot choose both
So then I chose to take the path less traveled and be so very wise
Temporarily this will determine to conclude to my own destiny of fate
Need I say, I had chosen the Himalayan Mountains.
I knew that with my well-skilled grace of arts they'd be less stress and strain
For I've been known to keep a firm stronghold only by climbing
So that in the end I will rise above all the craven of the plane
For in my life, I've always enjoyed hiking and mountain climbing
That I do have the carnal knowledge to choose the right mountain
And initially I shall forever stay straight forth and keep on ascending.
07/10/2015