Born To Be Lucky
Some people are born to be lucky,
having riches and wealth by the score.
There are others born to be lucky,
and have a wealth of friends evermore.
The question now arises,
which person would you want to be?
If you choose money,
what kind of life would you see?
You would never want for anything,
and friends you might have to buy,
to be at your beck and call,
but they might all disappear if you suddenly fall.
Now just suppose,
you chose the other life
what would you see?
A league of smiling faces,
with arms outstretched to save you,
in case you were ever to fall.
So if I were born to be lucky,
the second choice I would choose,
Friends to be at my side, by choice and not for pay.
Because I’d know if I came across fear,
a pair of helping hand would be close by,
to help me to steer clear.
So I ask again,
which one would you choose?
Only one as you can’t have both.
Would it be a wealth of money, or a wealth of friends?
The choice is always yours my friend.
Choose very wisely as you will have it until your dying day.
24 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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Choices
One should feel lucky
If one gets choices in the life
It can make one happy
Throughout the life
Choice in love
Friends and relations
Work, career, city and country
Is the dream of every living soul?
Living the life with choice
If one doesn’t get things of choice
One should be contented
With what he gets
Too many cooks spoil the dish
Too many choices
Makes it difficult to choose
One is lucky
If one gets chance to choose
If one’s got a life there is no choice
One has to live the way it comes
Throughout the life
Keep on trying,
For better choices
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Sonnet: Lucky are They Who Choose to be My…
Lucky are they who choose to be my friends;
They’ll inculcate the good they find in me,
Repent for sins / misdeeds and make amends;
They’ll know Jesus and save their souls surely.
Lucky are they who choose to be my foes;
My life exemplary will show them Christ;
I’ll pray for their redemption too, of course;
Their hearts must change, giving up evil first.
Lucky are they who choose to be strangers;
I’ll think of them and pray for them also;
And God protects them from Satan’s dangers;
God’s love will cast its spell magical, Oh!
Lucky are they who choose to read my words;
They’ll have a peaceful, carefree life like birds!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-8-2006
poem by John Celes
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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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Forms of Wealth
To money is attributed wealth
But the open truth of wealth
Is, It is not the only kind of wealth—
There are also other forms of wealth!
Good health is the best form of wealth
Forging rich links in relationships is wealth
Spontaneous love for all life forms is wealth
To have enthusiasm in life is wealth.
Acquiring life-long learning is wealth
Experience and wisdom in life is wealth
Meeting new people is also wealth
Visiting new places too is authentic wealth.
The quest to explore something is wealth
To have a positive mind-set is wealth
Existence of deep internal peace is wealth
Early morning waking up with joy is wealth.
Possessing high self-respect is wealth
Having strong spiritual connection is wealth
There exist so many types of wealth
Constitute all these and you're with full wealth!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Choose
I choose focus
I choose freedom
to be happy, to have fun
to have a wonderful life
to be young, light and bright
I choose health, wealth
lands, treasures
I choose to trust, love
commitment, faith,
I choose to enjoy life
I choose the lord
I choose...
poem by Johnny Walks
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His Way, My Way
I Have My way to do things
God gives us His Way.
We have a choice now
To choose wisely
If God will make His Way
Where there seems
To be No Other way.
He Works
In A Way
Where We cannot see or hear.
He will make
A way for us to follow
And to believe in His faith.
If we choose wrongly
We bear all consequences
We accept the punishments
Given by God.
So my friends, we
Must choose wisely the way
Of faithful living
And
Trusting in God.
One day by His Way,
We shall see
And meet our God.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Choose or Lose
Every day there's a fork in the road.
Do you settle for pie less a la mode?
Are you the seller or being sold?
Are you the teller or being told?
If you choose, you might be right;
If you don't, you lose the fight…
A fight to know where you stand,
Pursuing ways solely you planned.
If afraid to choose, you surely lose,
Missing chances only you refuse.
That choice is there just for you.
Let not love nor money dim your view.
In name and gender you had no choice.
Now able to choose, in unflinching voice,
Proclaim that friends you select
Reflect your own self respect.
Decide what's best and then believe
What you choose you will receive.
Accept no less than your worth.
You're the only one of you on earth!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Excessively Broke
Wealth of abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance and influence,
With an ability to persuade those who have created...
Wealth and those connected to it,
Probably do not associated themselves...
With those who just have a wealth of intelligence.
Since those who have a wealth of intelligence...
Usually are the ones excessively broke!
But possess a wealth of humor to entertain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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Lucky (In My Life)
Music:lobina/randone, lyrics: lobina/gabutti
Mixed by:angelica villella
Ive been lucky in my life
Ive been lucky
Ive been lucky in my life I know
Ive been lucky in my life
Ive been lucky and I thank you for this light
Oh good lord
Got my family
And Ive got all my friends
Ive been lucky in my life
And I got no money but
Theres no need to give up
Ive been lucky in my life
As I live my life
With a smile on my face
Will I be lucky in my life?
Even when Im feeling down
Its ok cause I know
I could be lucky in my life
Oh good lord
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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Lucky
Music:lobina/randone, lyrics: lobina/gabutti
Mixed by:angelica villella
Ive been lucky in my life
Ive been lucky
Ive been lucky in my life I know
Ive been lucky in my life
Ive been lucky and I thank you for this light
Oh good lord
Got my family
And Ive got all my friends
Ive been lucky in my life
And I got no money but
Theres no need to give up
Ive been lucky in my life
As I live my life
With a smile on my face
Will I be lucky in my life?
Even when Im feeling down
Its ok cause I know
I could be lucky in my life
Oh good lord
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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A Personal Choice
I have met some wonderful people and I have met some who are far from nice
Suppose the type of person that you or I are with us is a personal choice
We can be arrogant and judgemental that is if we do wish to be
Or we can be loving and caring at least that's how it seems to me
There isn't any excuse for racism or for putting another person down
Though no shortage of racists and xenophobics since they do live in every town
But no shortage as well of good people I'm lucky I meet them every day
People who are generous and kindhearted and of others ill never do say
'Tis easy for to be judgemental and judge not and thou shalt not be judged seems so true
What goes around always does come around we receive from life what is our due
Treat others as you'd like them to treat you and you will be doing okay
Those who do wrong to other people to karma the price have to pay
With those who say we can choose the type of person that we are I cannot say I disagree
If I choose for to disrespect somebody that person will not respect me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Keep Purchasing Those Toys
Your friends may have you believing,
Anything you want to hear and wish.
Those are your friends.
They may be competing with me.
But I don't see them as competition.
They may even supply you,
With fresh excuses.
And with a doing you may use them,
On others as you choose.
To have them accepted caring less you abuse.
You may even prioritize those things you like,
With expectations for me to comprehend.
I do with a choice to keep peace as I choose.
And to you I've said this before.
Although ignored I'll say it again.
I am not the one to roleplay in relationships.
And if you don't like what I say,
That's fine so be it.
To you I make no commitments to argue,
Or fight.
As viewed from behind take a look at my back.
There is no relationship I want like that.
To walk on eggshells when you feel I offend?
I suggest you keep purchasing those toys.
And add them to your circle of friends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Try 4 (A Happy)
In my mind happy is a choice
You either choose to be happy or
you choose to get by
A life of horror's ritual or
a simple joy's choice
All held by the type of smile of nature's will
Lonely has a hold
Life never travels right
Yet what always stands, is choice
Never too late, the choice to try
Also is the choice to be happy
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Most people have a way of making friends
Most people have a way of making friends
That's very queer.
They don't choose whom they like, but anyone
In some way near.
The girl beside them on the factory bench,
The girl next door
Does. If they move then they forget the friend
They had before.
I choose the friends who suit me (one I found
Shut up in jail)—
Some nuns, some clerks, Anne whose beauty was
Frankly for sale.
Of course I cannot see them every day.
That's as Fate sends.
Blind Fate may choose my times for me, but not,
Oh not, my friends.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Without Our Gift Of Memory
What would we be without the power to recall?
Without our gift of memory we'd be little at all
To those who lose their memory confusion is their lot
The faces of friends and family by them even forgot
For the children and kindred of alzheimers sufferers life must be very sad
The memory loss of a sibling, uncle, aunty, mum or dad
Though 'tis a natural instinct for us to cling to life's breath
In a choice between death and loss of memory I think I would choose death
I am a lucky fellow my gift of memory I retain
And I hope till my last breath of life that with me it will remain
To the great gift of memory I will gladly drink a toast
In that sense I am lucky far luckier than most
Life would not be worth much without it the great gift of memory
I am sure at what I say here that most with me would agree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Wealth
I declare beyond fortresses then and now,
I decide when and why my sayings are run,
We demand the wealth of the world to be,
And we devise a holy happening because of we.
Wealth must not expire or be destroyed for
the kings and queens have all the wealth.
So many are dazzled by wealth, riches and money.
So much has occured afterwards, I believe.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Choice of life
Human have a gift named a choice
Human have an illusion named a choice
There is no other creature that should decide more to live
Human have a hope called a choice
Human have despair called a choice
There is no other creature that trapped often in such continuous and repeat conflict
Some could turn good because one choice
Some could turn bad because one choice
All have the consequence but right or wrong will never be known before
Human have a wish for a choice
Human have regret for a choice
There is no other creature that always goes between happiness and sorrow
When a choice made not all may be satisfied
When a choice made not all may be rescued
But the change will never happened if we stay silent
Human have fate to choose
Human also choose their fate
The interaction of those things will create what people called the choice of life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Power Play
Dear Friends of the day,
I have not time for power play.
Life is too short and sweet,
I can't hear every heartbeat.
I have no time for strife,
I choose to enjoy my life.
I know who I am; where I'm going,
I won't carry power play along.
Power play becomes powerless
I choose to remain harmless.
A person with true power,
Overturns power play every hour.
Then power players look bad,
Even their faces look sad.
It separates the best of friends
Power play comes to an end.
I choose to be fair,
To avoid uncalled for despair.
I leave power play alone,
With my life, I move on.
poem by Barbara Dell Hobbs
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Wealth Wont Save Your Soul
(e) as we journey along, on (a) lifes wicked (e) road,
So selfish are we, for silver and (b7) gold,
You can (e) treasure your wealth, your (a) diamonds and (e) gold,
But my friends it wont save, your (b7) poor wicked (e) soul.
For when God calls, from his home up on high,
To your earthly wealth, you must say goodbye,
Then its useless to you, if youve strayed from the fold,
For my friend it wont save your poor wicked soul.
The rich man like all, will be judged at that time,
But all of his wealth, will be left behind.
For no matter how much earthly wealth you get hold,
Well my friend it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
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When the world is on fire, on that judgement day,
For all of our wrongs, then we must pay,
But the debt cant be paid, with silver and gold,
No friends it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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