Best Predestination Poems

I 'spose there are many religious tenets open to interpretation.
Old John Calvin proposed another upon receiving inspiration,
When he propounded the ticklish matter of predestination,
Thereby, causing more angst concerning one's eternal salvation!

Most folks blithely saunter along live's treacherous path,
Trying their best to behave and avoid their...

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Predestination is a fundamentalist Christian doctrine which says that god helps, or helped, you think when deciding whether or not to believe in him through his son Jesus. Basically, the statement made by believers is that god knew your choice before the world began, which...

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Robert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital 
in Birmingham. Weather forecast: 
chance of rain.

Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend...

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Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital 
in Birmingham. Weather forecast: 
chance of rain.

Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend...

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Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital 
in Birmingham. Weather forecast: 
chance of rain.

Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend...

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I do not need Miss Doris Day
telling me 'what will be, will be'.
Yet if what she says is quite true, 
what does it make of me and you,
mere puppets just passing through?...

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All the different doctrines and mantras must be related,
God selecting you for faith is the same thing as god helping you live your everyday life 
Is predestination not the child of divine intervention, which patronises individual responsibility?...

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Circuitous
their journey to love.
Their eyes
first met
half a lifetime ago.
They were young.
Buds yet to bloom;
much too young then!
Neither knew
what love was
or meant,
but they felt
a certain magnetism,
an undeniable spark.
Alas! It caught no fire.
They were pulled asunder
by destiny,
force of circumstance.
But a chance encounter
ignited the spark
of attraction
in their eyes
many...

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War is a way that seems right to men.'
Especially those in power..'
Those who reap a harvest of death and
Money.'
Events need to happen.! To galvanise
Opinion.'
There will be time later to blame it on
God.'
When the belief in God will be assulted
Then Godlessness will increase.. A
Number will be...

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Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat
Not really qualified, just a rancher at that
He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade
Caught red handed in a cattle raid

The jury took ten minutes to recommend the noose
Better than letting this rattlesnake loose.
Tim smoothed out his...

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“Ions”

The ocean is my galaxy.
Like the infinite expanse of space and sky,
Those seas sustain astounding life in varying degrees
Of depth and rebirth.

Similar waves of ions rush across the heavens
And swim determinedly to some unknown destination
That they may not see or hear, yet know,
From some centuries...

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Dear Fate,

I hate you. 
I detest you. 
I despise you.
I loathe you in ridicule. 
I reject you outright.
You are no good Fate. I am sure of it. 

Que sera, sera. 
Whatever will be, will be. 
I guess you’re right Fate. 
Thanx for the tip.
Thanx for...

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Reading Shakespeare, I used to smoke Ophelia’s garland for a better understanding: crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Fingers caused hypnogogic hallucinations, daisies – hypnopompic ones. Alas, crow-flowers...

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The Maker : Knit and Purl


The Maker wields the needles
 of predestination and free will,
One in each strong, talented hand. 
Knitting the yarn and thread of our lives
Into the fabric of time with such love.
Knit ,with predestination;
His will is done.
Purl ,with free will;
Our choices made.
Knit...

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