Sometimes I don’t decide; sometimes I do.
Really, I always take a decision –
Choosing nothing’s a decision too,
But not a choice of no revision
As if refusal makes an incision.
Now my dad has offered me chips,
I’m feeling my willpower slip,
My answer holding all my weight.
I let go to taste… but regain my grip.
There are healthier snacks that still are great!
Free will is a choice: to yield or to strive.
It rewards the decision, solidifying the path: to yield or to strive.
God bestowed this on us all, yet we call Him a tyrant
because it feels unfair to have only two choices.
Our lives are not ushered by hollow guarantees.
We are granted a gift—of necessary choices.
Yet we stumble in the dark, following our own hearts—
knowing they can err, misled by our own impulses.
But beneath the mistakes, a quiet awareness remains—
pure, simple, and formless.
That is where the search ends, and where humanity finds peace.
So, the question remains: How will you decide?
"Note: AI image generated to complement the themes of my original poem."
The right choice to make is not always clear
Some things we forsake while others hold dear
Our life on this Earth is short in compare
To the time expanse we will have over there
Our most crucial choice while on Earth must be
Where after this life we will spend eternity
Don't keep me hanging, sweetie ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
CONSIDER
GOD
WHEN
MAKING
DECISIONS
WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?
REGIME HAD TO BE UNDONE
DID TRUMP MAKE RIGHT CHOICE?
Beware the Cheshire cat
whose advice is here or there
and says there are just two paths -
again I say beware.
Carroll had it right
as he wrote behind that grin:
Alice could also stay put
or go back to her begin.
She ate the cake to grow big
and drank potion to be small,
yet there was always the third way -
not to eat or drink at all.
Beyond the looking glass
and down the rabbit hole,
a heartless queen asks questions -
any answer and heads roll.
Watch out for false dichotomy
and the choice that does not matter
or you’ll be writing on a raven's desk
to answer the Mad Hatter.
(07/2023) See Chapter 6 of ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland’ by Lewis Carroll.
They want to lock up Officer Crespo for 27 years
But is the case as it appears?
I got a letter from the Center for Police Defense.
They claim the accusation makes no sense.
Crespo was called for backup, drug dealers were speeding at night
They pulled over and pointed a gun, wouldn't that give you a fright?
He wanted to make it back to his four kids and wife
He managed to shoot first, killed but saved his life.
The court did not tell the jury about the drug dealer's crime spree.
Reading what he did that night, that doesn't seem fair to me
The guy had just beat up his girlfriend and he was high on a drug.
The car was stolen, the gun illegal, not the type to give a hug.
The letter made another claim: that the D.A. dislikes police
If the letter is correct, this witch-hunt must cease.
Cops don't start a day wishing to kill a man
Life in jail for manslaughter is not part of their plan.
If you get rid of good cops, someone else will fill in
You won't like the new enforcers; results will be grim.
I'm not a blind believer, we should follow every clue
But it's easy to make judgements when the gun doesn't point at you.
5.
Doubtful Decision
Marut, the businessman, wants to go vacation
He now ponders what place in or out his nation
Buys the ticket but decides not to go
Thinks more money to spend if do so
Hour before flight is in doubtful decision.
-01/01/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
An idea is an intake of air, a sudden gust of wind awakening
thoughts once dusty, suggestions hidden below cobwebs.
An idea is the putting on of glasses, clarified and cleansed,
cluttered less so now by the daze or malaise of time.
But the choice that follows the idea murmurs.
The choice balks, offering visions of ‘what if?’
and forks in the road. The choice sheds the skin
of the idea. It reveals consequences in bone,
in scale, in claw and print in the dried mud of no going back.
But what of the grey? The grey in between, the grey betwixt?
This sleeps soundly. It yawns and stretches in bed, then
curls around the contentment of that golden idea – yes! –
before the rabbit hole shadows and chasms of the definite.
Stay in that grey middle, this grey before an after, the grey twilight
bridge that holds an idea spawned here, and a choice made, there.
Suddenly it was a gamble...
I realized the weight of my decision.
My destiny depended on it.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I've come to the conclusion,
you can't walk both sides of the street for long,
sooner or later, you must make a decision,
pick one and stick to it, whether right or wrong.
No one is in control of everything, all the time,
so, when the situation becomes furious and fast
the hour is now to stand up, be counted,
nail your colours to the mast.
And, if not with, then you're against them,
somewhere you have to draw the line,
no matter who's side you're on,
but, as for me... I'm on mine.
Her nervous heart in jitters
her next decision would determine their future
~ Not to be taken lightly
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The sun shone in bewilderment,
Scornfully it scorch,
As Rose plead her fifth amendment,
Her good nature made a strife,
Lea smirk in disdain ,
Saith her world has ended.
Twice fairer than Lea,
In Lea heart lies deceit,
She whispers in Rose ear,
Come and sit, where Serpent hisses,
I will smother thee with kisses,
Honey lies secrets not known,
In Lea lives the honey.
Thrice shy, Rose smiled,
Shame to nymphs, her beauty adorns,
Alluring nature, men confuse,
The Serpent hold the kisses,
“Come, let’s dine with the devil” she said.
My table is set for thee, Lea.
It was never my intention,
not a conscious decision,
to cause you any level of grief.
Our give and take wasn’t as envisioned.
Blindly, I let you fall between my gaps.
It’s not right or wrong, but fact that
I got lost in a thronged rhythm
recovering from things life had given.
You have always shone a warm light
selflessly bright into my life.
Stern storms drowned my content,
turned me until forlorn bent.
I pursued a healing renewal but
my drenched attempts were futile -
I didn’t mean to hurl you into my duel.
Please accept my sincere apology
for giving less than you handed me.
I’d never set out to hurt another
but denying friendship gratitude
colors me pallid shades of rude.
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