Selections Poems

Limited Selection

The weather got cold.  He went out on the town -
a duck bought a new jacket of down.

He made his selections.  His shopping bag full -
a sheep bought a new coat of wool.

He swiveled his head.  His eyes went down the rack -
a crow found only suits colored black.

Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

blue cheese, old pickles
golden girls fickle 
like falling nickles 
drop, spin, switching sides 
heads and tails collide
craving connections 
tangy affections 
gourmet selections

these eyes fixed you right 
put you in starlight
adjusting my sight
altering flavors 
new bees to savor 
selfishness favors
blue cheeses denied 
cornbread and grits, Hi!

Soprano Soloist

A distinguished soprano named Dinah
sings arias in North Carolina.
But her favourite thing,
without doubt, is to sing
selections from Handel's Messiah.

With extraordinary vigor and pith
she sings "I Know My Redeemer Liveth".
When she goes to perform
she'll be in fine form
and precisely know how to giveth.

24 Hour News - Euro 24

Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.

Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.

Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.

That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.

The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.

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open
    &
    banal
smatterings
submitted
weaved
   & stretched

in
gratuitoius
  pride 
     of place
triviality
  amongst
the
 representive

in
decline
slight
  impulses
filtered
by
  the
established
 contemporary
in
  random
      selections
regardless
  of debate

the comfort of rainbows

You can only spend so many hours in labs, study groups and classrooms - under relentless, fluorescent lighting - before you start feeling life withdrawal.

When I hit that stresshold, I need to rebalance myself.

I could go to the New Haven harbor - I find the ocean endlessly relaxing - or for a quick fix, I can always rely on the warmth of multicolored product packaging.

For the last one, a grocery store will do. I’ll walk the bright, prismatic cereal aisle, and run my finger gently along the gratuitous, rainbowed variety of selections.

It’s a soothing gesture that I repeat several times. A reminder that there are still beautiful, shiny things out there, on demand, in the uncomplicated, non-academic world.

Post-Morden Juke Box Experiences

There are time capsules in the rural Mid-West,
not retro constructs, but temporal dislocations
that remain as was,
for lack of a reason to be other.

Small town restaurants are steeped
in a comfortable inertia;
diners serve
all broasted, broiled and breaded everything.
Amish noodles nestle in thick white bowls.

There are still drive-in movies
where movies once missed
can be missed again.

We have bars where the jukebox is not a junk box
but a wood and chrome depository
for long archived selections.
Beer here is brewed as brawny
as rolled-up forearms.

We’re futuristic in a plaid and dilatory way.
We are post-modern Jetson reruns,
we dwell just West of the middle of tomorrow.

Crossroad

CHRIST, when the time came, set his face toward Jerusalem

REPORTS from those who hated him did not detour his mission

ONLY finishing his assigned task was the thing that mattered

STARTING a new religion or creating a theocracy was not his plan

STOPPING the Roman Government in its tracks was not his purpose

RIGHTEOUSNESS would be established by his cruel death on the cross.

OPENED doors to eternal life swung wide to all who would believe.

ANCIENT questions about who God is were now answered at Calvary's cross.

DECISIONS by individual choice were clearer than arbitrary selections.

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Nothings New

Nothings new.

Everything is the same,
My rhythmic breathing,
My constant talking,
My repetitive walking,
My endless routine of functioning.

Nothing has changed,
Instead it’s a constant loop repeating itself.

Though they say history will repeat itself, 
and without a fail,
It always does.

But history tends to repeat in different fonts,
Different selections,
Different words.

Though it seems fate has decided to finally repeat my history,
Sitting there gingerly with a book in her hands,
Flipping through the pages gently, 
like the breeze on a fall day.

She reads the pages with a gentle gaze,
Watching the trauma and grief ensue upon my life,
Yet she does this for a reason.

She thinks this will teach me,
Teach me what I need to know,
And what I need to learn.

Though I’ve been told not to challenge her,
I can’t deal with a constant loop of endless struggle and despair.

Instead I shall expand from her worn pages,
and create my own book,
My own hand turning the pages and dictating my life.

I’m done playing the puppet in her show,
For now I shall control something that should have always been mine.


~ N

Pages

"A heart's blood flows like ink on pages of poetry."
                                                            ~ by poet

Pages of verse scream out loud like a child
when their lines are not allowed to run wild.
Abandoned, they cry, completion pending,
waiting for pens to scribble an ending.

Poets fill pages with enchanted dreams.
Some lie all crumpled, without rhyming schemes,
unpublished in tomes as lost reflections,
replaced by so-called 'better selections.'

Poems that purge angst and grief from the heart.
Pangs they felt after being ripped apart.
In ink, tears dripped from the nib of a quill
Pages of anguish poets chose to spill

With desire to scribe, their passion rages
in each line they write 'pon parchment pages

Limited

Decisions are much easier
When choices that you face
Are limited enough that you
Find one you can embrace.

For when so many options
Are presented, you might find
It all so overwhelming that
You’re really in a bind.

You weigh the pros and cons of each
And then you might get stuck
Or possibly be tempted
(If you can) to pass the buck.

I like when my selections
Narrow down to A or B,
Which makes making a decision 
Much less filled with stress for me.

Relatively Speaking

Bless them all, I love them dearly 
With all of their imperfections 
They are a reflection of myself -
Ironic genetic selections



(Posted for Mothers Day 14th May in New Zealand)

Shades of Love and Character

   Character matters addressed by the Kings,
   By attitude adjustment - repentance of sin,
   From heaven and earth with prayers for the dream:
   Love is the standard, not the color of skin.

   Society ever closer since the cross and the speech,
   Elections - selections - the dream’s coming true.
   Honest acknowledgment confirm it in fact:
   The colors that matter are Red, White, and Blue.

   Celebrate harmony, peace, and our likenesses:
   Immeasurable benefits packaged in loveliness.

Djt and the Gop

A MAGA cap was among the selections
  It brought back some dark recollections

    Stormy Daniels cost DJT a few erections
      ~ Trump cost the GOP a few elections

Our Options

We each of us make choices – 
Where to live and what to wear,
The type of work we’ll do
And just how much of life we’ll share.

A thousand small decisions
Factor in to who we are,
Determining how close we’ll get
To goals (or else how far).

Our options float before us
Every day that we’re alive.
We pick them or ignore them
So we wither or we thrive.

Though some of us are lucky
With alternatives galore,
We all make our selections
‘Til we cannot anymore.

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