Chooser Poems

Sellout

I know you wanna do a lot in the name of fame,
But you got to reconsider the reasons why you came.
You're no longer being a sore loser,
But are still such a poor chooser.

The Heretical

Good at assembling spiritual mishmash,
High expectations raising for big cash
In the open for Despair full fury:
The demons behind them for his jury…

Chooser of the Language of Pentecost
He may have acquired at a great cost:
Body movements take on the pugilist’s 
For all Contrary Spirits’ flying fists!
No vows made he wouldn’t try kung-fu kicks,
His smarter left leg foes one by one picks…

The events in the Bible come alive
Clever links with the current trends survive;
Sometimes seems he would afterwards vanish,
One recalls words: he did nothing varnish.
More and more hearers of the Word-Life swarm
And this as a development - Uh! – warm…

“Now, I want to the Devil embarrass
But as I cast him out might some harass.
Therefore, you vacate where I now point to: 
It’ll mean I won’t afresh to God cry to…”

“Next, sands under your feet take a handful;
Then, at the sky look with a face thankful.
Despair is done for as you repeat these:
I come against you Despair; right now, freeze”

Kiss of Wisdom Blocked By God

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!

L'Orange De Noel

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!

Doer Vs Non-Doer

Who is the doer
Or non-doer
When a God alone is the mover
We are at best a cogniser
An experiencer
As layers of ego we uncover

If distilling attention be a doing
So then is quietude prioritising
Even the breath we are breathing 
Also not quite a happening
For it too is varying
With our attention fluctuating ... 

Surrender too requiring a surrenderer
Who within is the astonished wonderer 
Upon the pathless path the wanderer ...
Where lies the fulcrum of the cogniser
What makes unique dreams of each dreamer
Why use discrimination manifesting a thinker

The truth discerned in contemplation 
Is that moment to moment every resonation
Requires alignment with chosen vibration

Ah! Choosing requires a chooser
Thus resurfaces again the doer
Or is it non-doer?

17-August-2020

View From Within

As we embrace-hold-release
Rotating polarities with ease
Disappearing by vaporising
Again playfully materialising
By choiceless choice
Following our inner voice
Reflecting empathetic behaviour
Yet no crusader and nobody’s saviour 
Living illusion as reality  
Yet determining not any finality
There being no doer
Who may act as a chooser
Heightened ecstasy internal
Stillness in movement external
Our flowing renewal
Continual 
Even as Divine does form magnetise
Each moment a delightful surprise 
Being to become the very bliss rapture 
Looking now at form as a caricature 
And yet lest we forget
Such conclusions too are suspect
Any conclusion we make a limitation
Interrupting our flowing meditation 
Our presence as the void in any field
As gentle power Love alone does wield
Is regeneration of The Love vibration 
Outpouring impulsively without cessation 
Felt within by us as the experiencer
Without blockage by any interpreter
No judger or seeker or doer
We are the immaculate viewer
Our innate divinity the awareness fulcrum 
Witnessing movement of the maya pendulum 

Such is the flow of dynamic stillness 
Cognised & imbibed by each in aloneness

Often As a Storyteller

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

Who Is Going To Tell Her

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

Black Powder

When the king had called for counsel
And the peasants had called his bluff
The wise man scratched his greying head
And the fools had cried out "Enough"

The choices seemed to be but few
And the chooser was yet unknown
Players split about even sides
Between honey and granite stone

Would names be chiseled on a wall
Or written on invitations
The wise man scratched his head again
As he asked his God for patience

And then the crowd began to form
As voices grew shrill and louder
It became a simple choice of 
Brotherly love or black powder

11-8-18
For Contest Black Powder for Anthony Slausen

Forever Disarmed

Oh, I can dream of you and toss and toss in my bed
And snap your crazy feelings with dizzying eagerness
And pump my ventricles for you in crimson red
Leaving me in a state of thorough helplessness

I wonder why I love you like mad
Why I love you like crazy and fall for you like this
Despite pulsating palpitations that make me glad
Wishing your red lips I could forever kiss

And never let you go
Much as reason enjoins me from you to run away
Far away to escape the love magnet I can’t forgo
But I kneel down and decide I should stay

Despite pangs of longing my heart feels
Demanding too much, exacting too high a price
As my heart in saner moments in confusion reels
Wishing for a second to enjoy a peace of mind slice

But your hold on me grows stronger and stronger
The more your magnet draws me closer and closer
Sweeping me off my feet longer and longer
 Wondering if I can again afford to be a chooser

When in all probability I’m bereft of room to maneuver
Squeezed tighter and tighter
Till my love can only quiver and shiver
As prospects for our reunion grow brighter and brighter.

Together Forever

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?

Welcome To the Machine: Part 2

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-

What Do You Mean

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

Don'T Be a Chooser

Be grateful and for what you have been granted, don't be a chooser, life is a surprise box.

When You Want To Hunt

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
www.poetrysoup.com

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