Short By Choice Poems
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Talented Rachel Roych
a still life artist by choice
'Cos her flower did so please
sh e burst the glass ceiing with ease
SOME LIKE POP
SOME LIKE BOP
some old school
thats the music
they choose
hip hop is
at the top of the lot
has avoice
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BIO 9
The key to my poetry by choice
reciting poetry by human voice
Ear to ear a unique happening
experiential unrepeatable unfolding
There was a man you would think absurd
For he whispered every other word
This done by choice
To save his voice
I guess you'd say he was culling the heard!
Of course I am too
smart to fail
Because in this
Life I am by choice;
Too large for worry,
Too noble for anger,
Too strong for fear,
I am indeed
A winner.
In a group of more than two, I
Move slowly behind, not by choice.
Heartfelt conversations one day, the next,
Empty chatlogs.
Rather like I'm invisible,
Except
Take The Chance
Born by Chance with no choice
Except to Live -
Brings to Life the chance
To Choose to Live by Choice.
Aqua Marine: Just Musing...
5th July 2024.
we spoke in sweet voice
of the love we found by chance
and then lost by choice
~
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Words may detour you, be few, but no day can be poem-free by choice
II ( THINK MONOKU)
Words may be few, when you're not YOU - welcome all poems, colors: black, white, & blue
Let’s empower our strength with knowledge
Let’s teach ourselves to calm our spirit
Let’s feed our soul with kindness...
Peace is achieved by choice NOT by violence.
How does one define Faith?
It’s unseen; but you can see it in people
It’s untouchable; yet felt inside
It’s trust of the unknown; yet unexplained
It’s in one’s soul or absent by choice.
Form:
You and me
And the tree called desire
It sprouted by choice
Untimely wiped off!
Believe me!
No one is sinner!
How can I name such a life?
Life when turns petals of
Remembrance!
There is a jolly man this time of year
who shakes and rolls from ear to grinning ear,
so while he laughs like mad
there are some who are sad...
that lump of stocking coal brings them a tear.
A Potential collapsed made by choice,
A Vibration only till a ear hears its noise,
A Universe forever changed by just one voice,
A Forever stitched with moments, lets rejoice.
13th April 2017
steadfast stars aloft
in a somber black mood;
ship's sails billow
across celestial waves
wind awakens blows
memories not wiped away,
time’s buoyant rides
'twas by choice
5/28/2019
What's goin on with this
an organized mess
tragic while impulsive
living the stress
robotic,when the auto-pilot's on
cutting oneself off from experience...
no lyrics
in your self-destructive song
Form:
Sex used to be my most favourite activity
Now eating has replaced sex as my favorite proclivity
Sure not by choice
No reason to rejoice
Eating PLUS sex would be my ultimate eccentricity
Knowing we can be perfect by Choice
Is a scary thing
We can make the decision to do what's right
Yet so many of us choose not to
In fear of failing
But how can we fail when it's the right thing to do?
A teacher by choice, a poet by chance and a wife and mother blest
Sensitive to such extent that even others’ misery moves me to tears.
Time has mellowed me, still like a child, touchy and itchy.
The Critic
By: Tom Wright
8/7/2006
The critic not revealing to me a face
I acknowledge not and give no voice.
While from shadows he leaves no trace
His actions are mandated by choice.
A child by chance
Adopted by choice
Loved by many
Two brilliant mothers
One run away father
A wonderful dad
Her choices were many
Her talents were plenty
Happily ever after happened
For a child of chance
You can only change
what is
with what isn’t
Where you Christen
this moment
by choice
You can only bless
tomorrow
through memory
Where you choose
to be free
— and rejoice
(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2025)
Canadian by birth, North American by choice
Yankee, Canuck, Mexicano, I speak with one voice
We live strong and free
These great countries three
I raise my voice in harmony and happily rejoice
© Jack Ellison 2015
Irish Poet by choice,
the teachers did fail
Because of my voice,
not to their unavail
The structures they hammered,
the forms they imposed
All lost to my whimsy
—myself I then chose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Irish by choice,
the teachers did fail
Attacking my voice,
as a group to assail
The structures they hammered,
the forms they imposed
All lost to my whimsy
—whose words I then chose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)