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Growing From The Seed

But whom is to say how that seed will grow?
A change with the bitterness and cold of times covered in snow.
Who are we to judge how someone will be.
It's not already chosen.
Not even with the best intentions can fortune tellers always be right.
For a prediction a lot of the time are based on intuition.
The gut, the instinct baring.
The soul glowing with aura that makes you believe one thing.
It is as it is.
With a closed minds we choose to accept it as the only possibility.
But what of the other possibilities.
Do they fizzle out because of our bias beliefs because of what we know?
Knowledge is food we choose to eat, but do we feed others the same thing?
Or do we let them choose for them selves?
A spoon forcefully put in someone's mouth.
Doesn't mean they will agree with it, or like it.
They might just spit it back out.
Yuk, your wrong the child says as he regurgitates it as if he is wiser then we are.
And in some ways he might be.
For he hasn't yet made many decisions, based on influence of others.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life

0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.

0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.

0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.

0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.

poem by John Celes
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Limits Of A Condoned Safety Zone

Hey...
When folks decide,
They will choose sides...
Based upon who they 'like'
And dislike,
Because of their conditioning process.
And minds still rocked in cradles.
They have chosen ways to hurt themselves.

And regardless of what those methods are,
They have chosen to use...
Few will learn a thing,
Beyond the limits of a condoned safety zone.
And difficult it is to leave them and their opinions alone.
But when done...
It is rewarding!
A sense of accomplishment freshens the air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe So...

does the wind choose to blow?
do rivers choose to run?
does your heart choose to beat?
i believe so...

does the earth choose to turn,
in perfect rhythm, year by year?
do the tides choose to come and go,
in cadence with the moon?
i believe so...

does society choose to be oppressed,
if only by apathy's inaction?
do we choose to let people starve
when we turn the other head?
i believe so...

do we choose war over peace,
to feed the need of greed?
do we choose to destroy nature
by our very lifestyles?
i believe so....

but can we change destiny,
and avert the final blow?
can we open our minds and hearts,
and reclaim life for the living?
i believe so...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Time (part 1) .

time turns the weather from hot and cold,
time makes us grow old,
time is a split decision,
time is what we have alot in prison,
time is something you cant buy,
time keeps going even after you die,
time is money and money is time,
time is what you get when you commit a crime,
time is something you cant break,
time is something you learn from a mistake,
time doesnt grant you wishes,
time is based on decisions,
time is something you remember from the past,
time is something that goes by so fast,
time gives u another try,
time makes you laugh and cry,
time makes you happy and sad,
time is something you want more but never had,
time has no end,
time can make you a better man,
time makes you choose wrong from right,
time turns day to night,
time makes you forgive but not forget,
time is something you could regret,
time makes you go under pressure,
time is something you will always treasure,
time is never enough,
time is easy but also rough,
time can make you rich or poor,
time is something we all want more.

06/01/2007
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia

poem by Jose Murguia
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Back To The Old Ways

Back to the old ways
It's been days
Since pen has tasted paper
Days since soul and heart thought together
Mind on fire
Situation dire
So much falling
I hear her voice calling
Just some light
Coming from both sides... how might
I choose where to go?
I honestly don't know
Yet I do
I know which ways, but by nature and my will
I wish to go toward the false light which could kill
Me, though it's wrong I still wish to pursue
The girl who
I claim to love... yes it's her yet what do I do?
To not go after her I must against my nature
To go after her I must subvert my faith.. all for her
It's back to my old ways
It's been days
Crying
Trying to decide
I know if I choose wrong the punishment then a chide
I think I choose the pure light
Did I choose right?

poem by David Knox
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Only Thing That Looks Good On Me Is You

I don't look good in no Armani Suits
No Gucci shoes - or designer boots
I've tried the latest lines from A to Z
But there's just one thing that looks good on me
The only thing I want
The only thing I need
The only thing I choose
The only thing that looks good on me...is you
I'm not satisfied with Versace style
Put those patent leather pants - in the circular file
Sometimes I think - I might be lookin' good
But there's only one thing that fits me like it should
The only thing I want
The only thing I need
The only thing I choose
The only thing that looks good on me...is you
Ya it's you - it could only be you
Nobody else will ever do
Ya baby it's you - that I stick to
Ya we stick like glue
The only thing I want
The only thing I need
The only thing I choose
The only thing that looks good on me...is you

song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Things Do Not Seem To Be Them After A Careful Seeing

a spoon
and a fork and they seem to appear
with food on a silver platter

when we talk we talk like poets now
after years

a spoon is no longer just a spoon
and neither is the fork
and neither is the food the food that we
eat on the table
and neither is the silver platter a mere
silver platter as it seems to be

for a spoon may be me and i may also be
a tongue and i could be a tongue to your
fork, a protrusion that stabs me like a knife
and the silver platter could be our mind
a garden where we put every seed
and the table and the cloth that covers it
with leaves and flowers
myabe our worlds, covered and uncovered
with some intricate designs

this could be our world now. a world of poems
where everything is a roll of sensitive skin
a mind so fertile with its array of metaphors
and similes and

exaggerations, and these make us so happy
we tiptoe, we choose the word, we equate
every object to a meaning, we dance to a lot
of its nuances, and then we touch and then

we are so silent. we choose not to hurt.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poet

What does it takes to be a poet?
A creative mind and soul
Bump starting with
Daring inner voices.

Visualisation,
Imagery, metaphor,
Get into Dreamy world
Solitude place

Drafting, re-draft and revision
Choose your subject matter
Let your inner gut instinct and intuition
Guide you along the way

Create moody feeling
Dreamy and day dreaming
Context, stanza, forms, tones and lines breaking
Writing in different styles
Get rhythm and rhyme to choose you

It doesn't mean a thing if
It ain't got that swing and flow
Re-read, re-write and revise
To accomplish
The finest poem

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Cold Roses

The mirrors in the room go black and blue
On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes
We don't choose who we love
We don't choose
The lights over the Midway melt on the street
In a Sunday shoes, with her Saturday feet
She don't love who he choose
She don't need what she use
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses
Nothing but the sunlight will help you grow
From underneath your bed you can't see the window
We don't choose what we see
We don't choose
Fortunate and angry just like a child
All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time
We don't choose what we love
And she don't need what she got
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises and cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses
Cold roses

song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Selected to Make Decisions

So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.

To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.

When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.

These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '

And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!

To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.

Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Wear A Sad Face

i know sometimes
just like the seasons: this winter and summer
and spring and fall,
we change, we are governed by the laws of change
no doubt, but we can also choose what we want to be

i choose not to wear a sad face
i choose happiness
i choose bliss, i choose joy, i choose to be

the happy child of God, his joyful man, his smiling servant
there are sad moments
but there is no reason to be sad

this free will
wills to be happy, and no one, not even the devil
that lurks in the sad corners of sorrows
can take that disposition away from us

for in truth
the true child of God is the happy one
because he is loved
and every moment he is well taken cared of
more than the sparrows
whose only abundance
is found in the feathers
whose only home
is the nest
whose only treasure
are the clouds

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me Is You

I don't look good in no Armani Suits
No Gucci shoes - or designer boots
I've tried the latest lines from A to Z
But there's just one thing that looks good on me

Chorus

The only thing I want
The only thing I need
The only thing I choose
The only thing that looks good on me...is you

I'm not satisfied with Versace style
Put those patent leather pants - in the circular file
Sometimes I think - I might be lookin' good
But there's only one thing that fits me like it should

Chorus

The only thing I want
The only thing I need
The only thing I choose
The only thing that looks good on me...is you

Ya it's you - it could only be you
Nobody else will ever do
Ya baby it's you - that I stick to
Ya we stick like glue

Chorus

The only thing I want
The only thing I need
The only thing I choose
The only thing that looks good on me...is you

song performed by by Bryan Adams from 18 Til I Die
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