By Choice Poems - Poems about By Choice

my word of choice

lickety-split is my word of choice
loving the rare 1863 buffalo nickel
too many coins to put in the machine
crazy ways about you, not to be mean

furiously fast, frenzied, frazzled and discombobulated
Two dimes are spit out by this machine, not related
likety splickety schmickety blickety hickety licky diky mee
what type glow turn into fury?

Caveman Speaking

You ask me why I live in cave
Caveman not want to be a slave
I take a chance and look around
I see that people act like clown

Your little ones you not take care
You always running here and there
You drop them off at crazy school
No discipline when they break rule

They spend their time in front of screen
You

Your Unique Path

Two paths diverged into the woods,
some choose the easier path.
I followed my heart and chose to go straight.
It was a treacherous path and made me the best I could be.

I’m glad I chose the harder way,
It was the right choice for me.
I hope that you will chose as well,
Blazing a trail only you can travail.

scrabble is my game of choice

scrabble is my game of choice
carrace, lamesbe and myjoyce
seven letters I make into a word
the time I spend on this is so absurd

two to six hours a day
I make words in a clever way
scrabble forever appeals to me
putting words together, my happy glee

A black girls stance on self love

A black girls stance on self love 
Is one not often understood 
One that take years of healing 
One that understands the process of feeling 
Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat
You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum 

The relationship between a black girl and herself 
Is one not

The choices we never got to make

A life of false happiness 
Or death by defiance
They claim we have a choice
But what kind of choice is a life of imprisonment or a death penalty
An eternal life of isolation 
Or an eternity of nothingness 

With choices like that who needs control
Or to be caged by manipulation
For us the ideal choice 
Would be death
To

Cross roads of choice'

Here you are.. As am I.' This Intesection of
The internet is where todays (crossroads lie)
On the highway of the internet.' Here I call out
And cry..' Save your soul turn to Jesus He gave
All for you don't pass by.' Call Him into your being, His will is
That not all shall die.'

Choice

If you're looking for change, 
don’t wait for kindness to reward you, 
or for broken systems to apologize. 
Look in the mirror, 

Ask yourself 
if today was built on truth.
The kids we tried to help
I wish I could give them softer starts. 

But the truth? 
Even with soft starts 
Life can lead to hard ends

WE HAVE A CHOICE

We are all born for such a time as this today
Everyone had enough of the worlds fighting

How long will this selfish greed carry on for?
Are we any different from all our ancestors
Viewing the world for what's it has to hold
Eventually, we became consumers of greed

Anger only hurts those showing the anger

Children's we got to learn

The beginning or The end?

The wind stood still, the stars held breath,
Two voices rose in life and death.
One whispered start, one thundered close,
Each pulled the soul where no one knows.

Beginning sang with morning light:
"Come rise with me, embrace the fight.
Your dreams are seeds; they’ve just been sown—
Why fear the path you’ve never known?"

End replied in velvet tone:
"But peace is

a Sizzle and a Spark

perception sees beyond reality
interprets to the best of its ability

optimism keeps fire burning in one’s heart
while pessimism gleefully tears everything apart

instead of being boggled with the mundane
romance fills our days with wonder and champagne

a dusting of fantasy does wonders to cast a spell
kicks life up a notch and that’s no bagatelle 



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted

Loss Ridden-Out

Contest, Lost,   Sponsor, Craig Cornish,  Date 6/23/2025 

When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!”
Mike’s “No” would reckon choice.
His mom ignored this new campaign;
rebuff became Mike’s voice.   

     Having seen what crack does to his mom, 
     Mike felt no peer sway, but still stayed

every second is a choice

every second is a choice
I could draw a cartoon
play with my dogs
clean the refrigerator

every minute is a choice
I could paint a canvas
write thirty-two poems
vacuum the house

every day is a choice
I could meet my friends
read other people’s poems
wash the dishes

cleaning the refrigerator
vacuuming the house
and washing the dishes are out
I could read other people’s poems though

The virtue of choice

It's conscious.
It's deliberate.
It's empowering to the extent you decide.

Reality is forever up for interpretation ~

Is life ugly or is it beautiful?
Your decisions determine your life,
drag you down or become uplifting.



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Hobson's Choice - A Verbal Paradox

Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631)
in 19th century late
a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier
set his priorities straight
he owned a livery stable
of 40 Hackney horses or more
plus boots bridles and whips
and put the horse the cart before
after the animal left the barn
by bolting fast the door
and as precautionary balm
the nag nearest the stable gate
the worn-out equine storm to

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