Standing one foot on boat, one on shore,
spasmodically the current twists,
dark green bouncing water pulls.
Quickly choose which way to turn,
avoid the vacuum of delay;
familiar land and sheltering home
or enticing adventure on the waves.
Decide before equilibrium shifts
and lands me where all options break
in regrettable sea of sad mistakes.
Zodiac Signs as Inspiration Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
Date of Poem: 7-8-2026
Robots will dominate the world, and humans will become animals living in the woods.
Robots will take all the jobs, making humans have no purpose or way to live and grow.
Robots will take so many jobs and make us all have no purpose or life or way to feel needed in life.
Robots will fly over us, and make us be like animals running in the woods, looking for a way to stay safe.
Robots will become so smart that they will learn how to manipulate us, and cause us to kill each other without looking like they caused the death.
Robots are without emotions, they will live forever, building each other, and maybe will take over all of the galaxy and cause the biological world to cease.
Robots should never have been built only computers to assist, robots that can walk and talk and do harm should never be allowed anywhere on earth.
The terminator has been born, we may all suffer a fate that is frightening and unknown.
They should by law, be destroyed, like many things that are not allowed because they may cause human harm.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Manipulation can cause hesitation, that lead to negative outcomes.
Manipulating a person or a group to be in a negative growing environment can lead to death or make you grow into a person that lacks positive health.
Manipulating can be positive, it can make you grow and learn and reach all of your natural ability to become the best you can.
Manipulating can start the second you are conceived and even before, everything is possible so never think that it is just because.
Manipulating people to do or act a certain way, all can be caused by many ways.
Manipulating for positive life, should always be the best choice.
God told us to love and forgive, to learn and grow and stay on the path home to love and light and all the positive stuff.
So be guard of yourself, think and learn and don’t be manipulated into a negative life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Hear the flames crackle
Fall on your sword
Live like a Jackal
Die like a dog
The lion is weary
Hyenas dart and bite
Their laughing is eerie
He'll lose his last fight.
The vultures are circling
Eyes that see far
Their shadow is on you
Wherever you are.
Betrayal was easy
You were attracted to strife
You gambled with demons
And wagered my life
Now dust claims your legend
You can't make it whole
May hell give you welcome
for you the bell tolls
So hear the flames crackle
No lion saves you now
Live like a Jackal
Die like a dog
Choices that impact my life
Life Choices
Miracle Man
January 2024
All my life choices rest with me alone,
and many, to God, won’t be delightful.
So from life’s mistakes I must atone,
for my perception of hell is frightful.
The farther down life’s road I travel,
days get tougher both night and day.
But God won’t let my life unravel,
If from HIS shadow I do not stray.
He’s holding the key
That opens minds, hearts
And souls
He called the
Gatekeeper of
Life!
Every choice one makes in life,
Is another step forward into their development.
Each and every choice
Has a meaning.
Sometimes, the one that makes the choice,
Is unaware of the consequences.
Speaking, such choices I’ve made in my life
I was unaware of surprising outcomes.
I’ve found out sad things of other people
Such things I am both happy and sad
That such a situation as thus had to occur
For me to acknowledge such information.
Some choices and actions are
Out of the person’s hands.
They must suffer to continue.
That’s life, and always has been.
Life isn’t a catwalk… and each
choice we make, proves that it isn’t.
Yet, if life really was as easy as it seems,
No one would seem to have a good purpose.
Because of our choices in hard times, we
managed to develop into new ages.
Pity the people who fail
to see hardships has developed
the future, and pity those who cannot
bear the hardships of life.
Who Am I ?
By George W. Clever-----12 June 2020
Who am I? I’m just a nut.
Patch on my eye. Big ears to help me fly.
A Weird kid in school. So they all say.
Mother had me tested. Never received the results, I guess.
Life has been busy. A smorgasbord of interests.
How could I choose but one? So I filled my plate with all it could hold.
A clown car or an elevator?
A forest or a meadow?
Sad or happy?
The choice is yours.
Pink polka dots or Linen Gray?
A kitchen accident or a freight train?
Joyfulness or Melancholy?
The choice is yours.
A magical kingdom or a jail cell?
Pie or cheese?
Excitement or Boredom?
The choice is yours.
I'm in a cage, with plenty of doors-
I do not know from which to get out.
Out of the cage, I see the world-
different from every separate door.
I'm a caged bird,
with a mystery yet unsolved-
where the future of a caged bird will be.
Where to fly, where to reach,
it's not something a caged bird will know.
I have the keys, opening every door-
but only one I am to pass.
Each one is a way to the world,
but each too good to remain in dark.
The world calls me, different is each call.
While some ready to drag me out,
the rest remains to be fought and won.
None tells me, where to go without doubt.
I'm a caged bird,
with a mystery yet unsolved-
where the future of a caged bird will be.
Where to fly, where to reach,
it's not something a caged bird will know.
Life Choices
Written: by Tom Wright.
7-20-2016
Tangible success or inner gratification,
Were the choices in life that I once faced.
My life could remain just an aberration,
And the family name, become disgraced;
Then I arrived at my road’s branching,
Firmly entrenched, I faced a life choice.
Trembling, I stood, with color blanching,
Jesus had given me cause to now rejoice.
LIFE CHOICES
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
He sat in his rocking chair, willing time to pass
A stubby of beer in his hand and a *** in his mouth
Rocking to the country music blaring in the background
This man so alone, thinking about his last breath
Once a family man of great strength and character
Working days spent at the saw mill in the bush
Sucking on rollies through-out the working day
Never thinking that one day he would be short of breath
The ravages of life choices, booze and fags will shorten your time
For now his ravaged body is but a shadow of it self
Lacking in energy, can’t work, crippled with pain hard to walk
His body once full of life, now dying from life choices
Slowly the man lifts the beer to savior the nectar he needs
Time is suddenly frozen for he never gets his last drink
His body slumped he has succumbed, no pain now, just silence
The rocking chair now still, his body lifeless and growing cold
Life choices have taken this man too early, he was so young
He had the choice to not drink alcohol or smoke tobacco
He had the choice of living a long and productive life
But LIFE CHOICES ended his time on earth to soon
the father sees a neighbor
screaming with child as she runs
out the front door to shelter
he hustles his own to shelter
and turns to see other neighbors
with their two dogs come running behind
the shelter's too small to hold everyone,
the father says climb in but we can't fit the dogs
the neighbors hesitate - then pull the dogs
back to their house as father shuts shelter door
in a few seconds jets and trains and
bombs overhead shiver into steel and
time stops or stretches to infinity
as flotsam shoots through cracks
father opens shelter door sure he will
witness haunting fears he knows
and runs to the pile that was
minutes ago, the neighbors house
throwing pieces of piles aside
he digs to the small space that
two hundred and ten miles per hour
had enclosed to free friends and dogs
both men shudder at their fortunes
the father, immensely glad to not
have to bear witness and grief,
the owner, who couldn't
do that to his beloved dogs
© Goode Guy 2013-12-26
http://www.npr.org/2013/12/26/257255801/after-moores-f5-tornado-storm-shelter-interest-increases
Life Choices
Expanding spectrum
Rain falls on my color choice
The color is you
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