Short Pick And Choose Poems
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Coded in your genes
Generations of stardust,
Their flaws and virtues
Vying to influence you,
Pick and choose which ones you'll keep
heart's matter
bulb lights with current
pick and choose
In the kitchen i am..
I mixed and make..
Then Cooking pancakes.
Come, try and take..
Tastes, cream and sweet..
Making you fingers drum in beats..
Made by tender hands fit..
Humming in tweet and wit...
Paired with coffee or juice..
Pick and choose..
Ill serve you good not lose..
Twinkling eyes in pose..
Ultimatum
Unwise or cool chances we take
Life is choices that we make
Time gets hard and time gets cold
Innocence is never old
Maybe it's just hard to see
After all it's you it's me
Teaching how to pick and choose
Influence for those filling shoes
Ultimatum makes you think
Makes you want to float or sink
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
You can run as fast as you can,
But when death is knocking at your door,
You can't hide,
If it's your time,
Death will take you by the hand,
And lead you off to your next life,
You may go up an above us all,
Or be dragged into the ground till you reach the pit of hell,
It's your life,
Pick and choose now,
Before you taken,
and no not where your going.
Pumpkins smile with glowing light
Guiding the path, through the night
By alleys with swooping bats in flight
Witches cackling, bad apples to bite
Under cobwebs hanging on tight
Ghosts lurking in shadows to fright
Pick and choose your Halloween sight
Prickling fear or sweets in all bright
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Intent fond start
Allow sure heart
Seek to know why
Passion seeds high
Indulge clear mind
Reach for deep finds
Embrace wise tact
Touch joy's fine pact
Opt to be true
Intuit bright hues
Note how times change
Sense seasons strange
Pick and choose well
Ideas cast spell
Reap in good time
Expect grand rhymes
Leon Enriquez
28 June 2015
Singapore
It was done
I had once again put pen to paper.
A line had come!
An un bid swell
Like a sea current in a well.
Built, poured into and drawn from
It had come, it had come.
Not the best but a relief
Now i could ink out a life, a grief,
Make a friend
Then bring them to an end.
With a pen to pick and choose
Win over your loss, not give a toss
Hold them close again
With just your pen.
Some people speak and do not know the situation they are speaking about
Giving an opinion with their own words that sear the heart like a sharp knife
Forcing someone to pick and choose who is safe to talk to, who it is to know,
Wondering who can be trusted in this world where everyone has different backgrounds?
Everyone with something to say, but some don’t know the truth before they speak
Heidi Sands
8/31/17
Some people have the gift,
they can read you like a book,
if you are kind hearted,
or just an old coot.
Animals have this gift,
they pick, and choose,
some stay with you,
while others fly the coop.
You don't pick the pet,
they sorta pick you,
try walking up to one,
and see what they will do.
Some want to love you,
they will follow you everywhere,
and others keep their distance,
to touch them, don't dare.
In life, we get to pick and choose
And live with each decision.
There’s more to it than win or lose
For what we might envision
Most often won’t exactly match
Reality’s rendition
And even if we start from scratch
To bring it to fruition
Another road may take us where
We’d never planned to travel;
Despite some welcome plusses there,
Our souls may still unravel.
Therefore to this lesson heed:
Wanting gets usurped by need.
Today I’m thankful for history…
Understanding the history of what makes us great should be taught
as well as the history that does not
For that is the job of history…
what history intends for us to do…
To learn not only from our successes…
but from our failures and atrocities…too
When we erase or alter history
When the true facts we dispel….
When we pick and choose what we want to teach
We make history an atrocity as well.
when stretched and twisted
love becomes a weapon
an impulse never resisted
primal urge unforgotten
that is the excuse
for devious behavior
for letting dark passions loose
while claiming to be a savior
the pick and choose
of absurd distortions
no one wants to lose
their abominable corruptions
but condemnation is never quiet
and deceptions never subside
the soul is always in debt
in whom can evil love confide?
My heart is a despot
I'm desperate
Forgive me, Lord, for I have fallen
My heart, it spins
Their mind sins
Turning from my better judgement
[To evil's chagrin]
Her venom still spews
My mind loves dissent, and follows, in her shoes
I fall backwards into this darkness once more
There much to lose
Why pick-and-choose?
I'll lose my morals by night-fall
I live in dread
We're better off dead--
I'll live this frivilous lie, again, instead...
Words in new dash
Ooze story flash
Oomph speaks to trace
Notes in this place
Glimpses move thought
Work random lot
Piecemeal this dance
Tale in brief trance
In this odd draft
Style moves word craft
Pick and choose lines
Feel message mine
Micro tale moves
Splurge of stray grooves
Ideas hurl flow
Stretch, blend and grow
Visual thoughts stream
Sensuous craft dreams
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2017
Singapore
she has sent
me so many
photographs
some i see
to cry others
i want to laugh
but she sent me
one hundred but
truly three times that
when i want a look
i don't pick and choose
i spin them as a rolodex
i never know what
the heck to expect
i open them then
review
but the most i've
found perhaps
profound
those photos
oh so relaxed
and readying
to sleep
i hold
dear
to my heart
and keep
my own
she seems
eyes closed
tight and always
sleeping
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