Life Values Choices A Short Hand Choice
There is also what
God wants for us.
My view window is in God's
personal name in Hebrew
sacred language God wrote
the ten commandments in
yet the name is in a shortened
form because it was too holy
to both write and spell
in the complete form.
Life values and choices
are your shortened choice
God gave you free well
to choose, choose well.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Choices
Choices
Are a form of grace
To have a choice
A voice,
is a privilege
Choices can
Change situations
The right choices
can uphold mankind
for thousands of generations
Choices
becomes personal declarations
A vow for one to live by
There shall always be
difficult choices to make
inorder to survive
Therefore,
Choose wisely today
For tomorrow
Shall surely come and
The choices of today could
Makes all future matters
well done!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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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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Who stands with me?
True poets write in meter.
Not because they think it’s neater
but because the flow is sweeter
When their words are read aloud
as they perform before the crowd.
Their poems pass the acid test.
Prose writers do not choose to rhyme.
They see it as a waste of time.
Although their word choice is sublime.
Without meter it is prose,
not poetry as they suppose.
Their definition I contest.
Poetic prose it’s plain to see.
Can not be classed as poetry.
I can accept you disagree.
I know I have a biased view
I think I am entitled to
Decide which one I like the best.
I choose meter every time
Preferably with lines that rhyme.
I find such poetry sublime.
Though I enjoy well written prose.
Each to his own I must suppose
So write the way that suits you best.
I am old fashioned I admit
and not one whit ashamed of it.
I do not find rules inhibit.
Free expression of my views
They merely mean I have to choose
the words that will express them best
Free form, free verse, poetic prose.
Are methods other writers chose
as being fit for their purpose.
To rebel against fixed form.
Which was regarded as the norm.
Just to be different from the rest.
But fashions change and now free form
Must be regarded as the norm.
I see no reason to conform.
I choose to write my poetry
In the old way that pleases me.
A lonely voice raised in protest.
The wheel of fate will slowly turn
Metered poetry will return
and well deserved plaudits earn.
I hope I live to see the day.
when classic poets can display.
That fixed forms can outshine the rest.
Monday,06 December 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Consequences Of Free Will
free will is a God given choice choose wisely and well
choices our actions have consequences leading to heaven or hell?
God gave each soul a conscience good evil conscience will tell
free will has blessings curses appropriate it is not a liberty bell
each individual soul must choose freely life or their soul to sell?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mad At God
A lot of people say that if God loves this world
Why this world is hurting this world
Children are dieing from hunger
Innocent people are getting kill
How can God allow this
You have a free choice do good or evil
What choices are you making
If you choose to do mischievous things
Then how can you blame God for the mess you're in
For those of you who are mad at God
Before you point a finger at him
Examine yourself examine your choices
It's up to you to choose what's righteous
Do you want God to kill us
For God to kill evil he has to kill us
We have all thought of evil things
For God to kill evil he has to kill us
Instead of killing us he choose to send his son
Jesus died for our sin own the cross
Give you life to Jesus let his spirit lead you
And you will desire righteousness
I used to blame God for this
I used to blame God for that
But what's the point I have a free choice
Thank you Jesus for your grace and mercy
Instead of condemning you choose to give me understanding
Now I understand the power of free will
Jesus I give you my will
poem by Jerry Alexander
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Choices From Which To Choose
Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream...
Forever.
Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.
Or to...
Dismiss a wish.
Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream.
And to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.
To admit to ever...
Having something wanted that is dreamed.
Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.
Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a wish that came from dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom. Ivorian sonnet
Because some people disagree
about the rules of poetry.
There’ll always be some argument.
Nobody can define the rules
which leads to widespread discontent.
Some cannot understand it seems,
that every poet has the right.
To choose the way they share their dreams
in any form they choose to write.
I say each poet should be free
to write the way they want to write.
In metered verse with rhyming schemes
or try some new experiment.
No one can dictate how you write.
Wednesday,16 June 2010
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We Live In The World We Build
You can choose from the crops of unhappiness…
or you can unearth the joy from your heart.
You can choose to draw from your dark stormy life…
or believe that only rainbow's beauty follows rain.
You can choose to pollute the air you breathe…
or do no harm to the environs of human or all life form.
You can choose to produce foods by man’s means …
or allow it to be produced by nature’s teams.
You can choose to live in jealousy and hate or
live with love and you won’t have none of the above.
You can choose to make war
or you can make love instead...
You can choose to pluck the thorns…
or pick red, yellow, and pink roses, instead.
You deserve your world that
built brick by brick.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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A matter of opinion.
Some people say I am perverse
because I choose to write in verse.
The kind of stories I compose.
They think I ought to write in prose.
They have the right to I suppose.
But I won’t do as they propose.
I much prefer to write in verse
Because I think there’s nothing worse
Than badly written boring prose.
That is the reason why I chose.
To concentrate on rhyming verse.
I see no reason to reverse.
My original decision
to conform to your opinion.
I do not choose to write in prose
I am convinced that I would lose.
My rhyming capability
reducing my ability.
To write my words spontaneously.
I don’t expect you to agree.
Although I am compelled to write.
You’re free to exercise your right
To read or not as you choose to.
Though I confess I hope you do.
I know I can’t please everyone.
That is something that can’t be done
By any writer though they try
A truth no writer can deny.
Your comments are of interest
they spur me on to do my best.
We can agree to disagree
on which is best quite easily.
A poet must choose poetry.
But other writers are quite free.
to share their thoughts written in prose
Because they choose to I suppose.
If you should doubt my competence.
I will not choose to take offence.
You are entitled to your view
Please remember I am too
Sunday,02 May 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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oh yes, Mr. Shaun, the Bible was not written in English
The Gospel of Christ and, in general,
the Holy Bible are written with the inspiration of God.
The Prophets and the Apostles
have recorded in written form
a portion of the oral teaching of the Old Testament
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
These are the original languages of the Holy Bible from' which all the translations have been derived. God's inspiration is confined to the original languages and utterances, not the many translations. There are 1,300 languages and dialects into which the Holy Bible, in its entirety or in portions, has been
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This does not mean that the translations do not convey the meaning of the Bible for spiritual uprightness of the readers in their own language. On the contrary the Bible should be spread and preached to 'all nations'. The missionaries in foreign lands learn the language or the dialect of. the new area into which they bring the Bible and other religious teachings. For example, the missionaries from Constantinople, Saints Cyril and Methodios, sent to Christianize the Slavic peoples in the 9th century, first translated the Bible and the ritual books into the language of the people.
yes, Mr. Shaun, my friend the Bible was not written in English.IT was written in HEBREW, ARAMAIC, and GREEK....
But i like it written in English too, how i wish it were written in such a
language,
with a sense of class
and fashionable disguise,
for without it, how could i ever understand, God,
oh, my, God!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Choices
A person’s life is all about choices.
Some are regrettable, others just fine.
Yet the one’s we choose rarely suffices
Our needs and refashioned minds.
Take a man with a chance for promotion
He’ll embrace it without further ado
Deciding on a capricious notion
Winds up regretting on Monday’s debut.
The same can be said of a high school belle
Forgoing the occasion for college.
Marries instead she's unhappy as hell
Missing out on a world of vast knowledge.
When faced with a choice choose not just any
Right choices are few, the wrong ones many.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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I’d Like to Write a Sonnet Just in Fun
I wrote to write my thoughts in clarity
I wrote to write ideas and views that storm
You see I wrote to write tranquility
But now I want to write in sonnet form
I like emotions locked inside fourteen
Inside with beats I’ve never known before
The sonnet life has rule as code adds mien
To quench my thirst for laws that I explore
I lay the code in mind to bring feelings
With beats I join to capture its allure
In words I write to form with beats freeing
To play amongst the codes that I procure
I will reread and learn as I arrange
With feelings that will flow as beats will change
poem by Paul Moosberg
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Between A Sunrise And A Sunset
between sunrise and sunset
if i were to choose
i shall choose the sunrise
for in there everything is lighted
like the way you tell me about
the truths about your life
you're so warm and endearing
and all giving and
i have nothing more to ask
for i have become so complete
but then do we have a choice?
for after all these
time knows that there is something
inevitable
the sunset of my life comes always with
a big reminder
the slow fading of the brighter colors of my life
the creeping show of gray skies
the closing in of the lights
and the windows
the silence of the night and i make the last word
what choice do i have except perhaps to say
'Darkness, Come, let us dance the last steps of life! '
and i shall say ' Death, you're so cool! '
do i have a choice, my love?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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God Gave Me No Rest Repeatedly
God charged me
with catalytic energy
which permeates
every pore of my being
God poked me
repeatedly with
first line symptoms
again and again
God tormented me
repeatedly impeded my rest
driving line into mind
relentlessly remorselessly
God persistently plagued me
tormenting thought emotions
denying sleep release constantly
until I got up and commenced his will
Adonai Elohoim thou art my Lord God
and my eternal creator I thy willful servant
Adonai Elohoim thou givest me no rest
let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name. To avoid having Adonai Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh read as Adonai twice in a row, the Jewish practice is to say Adonai Elohim. Therefore Adonai (my Lord) Elohim (God) . The word elohim means ‘gods’ and ‘judges’. Yeshua (Jesus) uses all three meanings in his word play at John 10: 33-36.33‘The Judeans replied, “We are not stoning you for any good deed, but for blasphemy – because you, who are only a man, are making yourself out to be God [Hebrew: Elohim].” 34Yeshua answered them, “Is it not written in your Torah [Law], ‘I have said, “you people are Elohim’ ”? 35If he called ‘elohim’ [gods] the people to whom the word of Elohim [God] was addressed (and the Tanakh [Scripture] cannot be broken) ,36then are you telling the one whom the Father set apart as holy [sanctified] and sent into the world, ‘You are committing blasphemey, ’ just because I said, ‘I am a son of Elohim’ [God]?
Ultra-Orthodox Jews only use names like Adonai and Elohim in specific religious settings. Euphemisms like HaShem (the Name) , Ado-shem (Adonai combined with HaShem) and Elokim, (the intentional mispronunciation of Elohim) are substituted. Jews do not pronounce Yahweh or Yahveh either and it is not accurately known, if these are true representations of the Name. Jehovah is the English representation of the Name (J-H-V-H) combined with the vowel sounds of Adonai, however most Bibles write God’s name as Lord in either large or small capitals.
God’s personal name was too sacred and could not be written in Hebrew, the language God wrote the ten commandments in. In condensed form it consists of the four letters Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh, and therefore is called the Tetragrammaton, (four letter writing) . God revealed himself to Moses and told him his own personal name, when Moshe was in the wilderness of Midyan, and went to investigate the bush that burned, without consuming itself. The Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken. The third commandment prohibits taking God’s name in vain Exodus 20: 27; Deuteronomy 5: 11. Anyone who used the name as a curse was put to death at God’s instructions by stoning Leviticus 2410-23.
Because the Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken, in Yeshua’s (Jesus’) time only the cohen hagadol (high priest) , could speak this name aloud when he entered the holy of holies in the temple once a year, to make atonement for the sins of Israel on Yom Kippur. The actual vowels used to pronounce the Tetragrammaton were considered to holy to be written in the Torah. The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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~I Choose the Mountain~
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend
I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate
I choose, I choose the mountain
With all its stress and strain
Because only by climbing
Can I rise above the plane
I choose the mountain
And I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
And I shall forever be ascending
I choose the mountain
poem by Howard Simon
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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