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Oliver Philip Nov 2018
2010
Title.        Never take for granted
the greatest power, the power to choose.
                ( An Acrostic ) of 50 lines.
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Never take for granted the greatest power.
             The power to choose !
Every concession,or subsidy in whatever form
       As a contribution or donation to charity
Value this as a highest prize , volition is the          
   Sacred power to choose ,use that power well
Efficacy empowering the production of results
   By marching forward in a positive direction
Ranges of choices sometimes oh so wide as to
   Make a decision very difficult indeed.

Two equally ,typically undesirable alternatives
     We get to know typically as a dilemma
An act of choosing to take up one option as
     Opposed to another to maintain momentum
Knowing that there’s no apparent option rather
   than the real , you have “Hobson’s choice”
Embarras de richesses you become spoilt for
     Choice, is the other side of the coin.

From the comparison betwixt the humble poet
      And the power hungry “Megalomaniac,
Optimising in an act of choosing between the
  two, voluntary ,of one’s own free will Choose
Rights to act or judge by your power of choice
   you may call this discretion,one or t’other

God grants such power as yet unmaterialised
    and unrealised which he labels potential.
Relinquish that potential at your peril
   you may never live to see that choice again
An area of power and influence you may get
    to understand as your domain but reflect
Never take for granted the greatest power,
   the power to choose.
Twitter and chat with all and sundry
    relatives you’re born to, friends you choose
Even if you use your power of wit n influence
   and see it as weight n clout you throw about
Delegate or depute and assign somebody to
    make your choices for you. No don’t quit !

The A to Z of choices takes no time to ponder
    If you take for granted the power to choose
Even by commencing from “A”. Aha . Eureka!
   you have chosen first time lucky .But wait. !

Great though he may appear as the “Boy”
  of your dreams, will he stand the test of time?
Retiring back into your shell ,your”Colleagues“
  At work never choose to know the real you.
Every “Demi-God “or “Elder”that you meet ,
  give respect to ,spoil it all by choosing not to.
An “F” word muttered under your breath .
    A “Gender” question,which choice of path?
To “Hero-worship” then a real life commitment
      “Interpreters “ of choices thru a Drago Man
Established in the art of choice as lead by
  “Jesus” Christ “Knowledge “that it will not fail

Superimposed, will “Liquidise “and blend
    all the choices that are available “Mmmmm”
To the most “Natural “smoothie that you have
   ever chosen to drink. “Ohhhh” yes. !  

Pause and “ Pause” again ,do we really under
    stand the power of choice. Procrastinate  !
Oh put off until tomorrow, “Quit” whilst ahead
      “Realise” your winnings in the now.
Weather you “Seek” perfection ,or an easy
    way out . “ Take” heart it is your choice
Ethereal choice becomes the mother of
    invention, when and where necessities dwell
React with an un-earthly prowess and ability
   to establish what was to be the right choice.

The “ Virtual “ choice that you could have
   made under the circumstances, bono-fide.
Having and knowing you have the power
    Of choice, it leaves it in your hands.
Even if you get the choice “Wrong” this time
    it is your mistake , no one else’s

Pretty soon you will know the error and mark
  It with an “X” n strive to get it right next time
Only “You “ have this individual power
   To make up your own mind .You do, don’t you
We can all be as”Zealous “and pedantic as
   You like in life but choices win through .
Even if you can’t be bothered to take the
   Choice to read this poem, on and on and on.
Reacting in a moment of impatience.
  “ what am I doing wasting time reading this?”

To have a power of choice is a valuable power
    not granted to all people of the world.
Oh stay with me ! Tell me that you understand
    the meaning of this poem. Do I make it clear

Can you choose? Do you choose? Are you
   exercising a sacred power that you’re given?
Holy power, not given to timid mice sitting
  on the fence waiting for the right choice
Oh no ! Never take for granted the greatest
    power, the power to choose.
Onlookers and bystanders are you learning
   from any of the simple examples I have set?
See unless you see and understand the good
   and bad choices made by man thru ages .
Earth and the Universe would have failed
  In its quest to provide a Heaven that we seek
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Written by Philip. 2010.
Never take for granted the greatest power the power to choose
Emi Jay Sep 2018
like a flower in a high place,
i cannot help but gaze upon
the beauty prospering adverse
to callous wind and granite stone;

one day i will watch you fall grace-
fully, petals aflutter, and mourn
the absence your passing creates:
a world less beautiful and rare.
Poetic T Aug 2018
A medium of perpetual reflections
that never swing
                   between the  antecedent
occasions that were between now.

For a horizon never setting is rising
before the winding fractions that
             perceive the timely momentum
going forth before every step.

The past is a frame of what is expected,
        what was learnt as mistakes.
Guiding us to not misstep on those
          faults but build bridges forward.

We have so many memories to make,
               so many pages not yet written.
But every page is a footstep and were
only half way through our novel
                                         of life's moments.
Tink Mar 2018
Half a century is over now
It doesn't feel that long at all
Time flew by so incredibly fast
But now with 50 life gonna be a blast
Because 50 is not a state but just a number
And it's all down to mind set to feel younger
So today I am celebrating all these decades
Whatever the future brings, I will embrace
Some of you are part of my life story
So I'm thanking you in poetry
With a 'cheers to us all' let's raise our glasses everyone
To years ahead of good times and loads of fun
Thank you to all of my online friends for all the memories
We met on the net and over the years became family
You know who you are
And I treasure you, be you near or afar

Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
It took me a while to see  
Life inside the dream  
Explored every detail  
Find no place rather to be  
Then turned page, next  
Illustrated, all world’s silence  
Rescued escalating warmth  
  
God does day shift in the Earth  
Then  
Takes break at night.  
During sleep they are pure God  
On awakening  
I doubt,  
Probably 50:50.
Genre: Rational
Ysabel Cruz Oct 2016
You never really know what’s coming,
a small wave, a big one.
Life is surprising,
because someone came along.

With every crash of a wave,
the stress is washed away.
Every minute spent with you,
I have faced the earth, brave.

The day arrived when I had to wear my veil,
a beautiful white lace of purity.
This day embarks us to set sail,
of our moments of gentle charity.

It may be inevitable,
for the high tides to drown us away.
Let’s not make our impulses irrevocable.
Together we can fight the days of gray.

Waves don’t die,
same as my love for you.
Look at the sky,
the stars shine for me and you.
A poem I wrote for the 50th anniversary of my grandparents.
Trevon Haywood Feb 2016
They said we couldn't beat the Steelers.
We did.
They said we couldn't beat the Seahawks.
We did.
They said there is no way to beat the Panthers.
We did.
And as for us, we did it! We WON the SUPER BOWL 50!
Poem is dedicated to the Super Bowl 50!
From the daily rising of the sun
and its subsequent sunset, know…
that you’ve been summoned by God.
Evident from the Universe’s glow,

His Presence, perfect in beauty,
shines eternally over all of Zion.
Christ’s majesty has been revealed!
Behold the Lamb, Who is the Lion

of Judah and the ruler of Heaven.
Though He may be presently silent,
final judgments will be executed;
His decisions won’t remain latent.

Unto Himself and the Heavenly host,
He gathers His consecrated people;
under the bright, celestial sphere,
His righteousness fills His temple.

Now witnessing His glory, we notice
the continuing reign of His justice.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Psa 50:1-6

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Jack Thompson Jun 2015
Tailored love of indescribable passion.
"Mr grey, my type of love is now in fashion."
You've got this amazing **** that only desires my palm.
Red hand prints.
Excitement that doesn't entirely harm.
Delicate and fine a thong that yearns for my teeth.
Removed and discarded.
After Christmas like that wreath.
******* that only imagine the warmth of hands.
Running all over you.
Following each and all my demands.
Lips supple only to the press of my own.
The way you sound.
Lust you've never known.
Hips that don't exist without the pressure of mine.
Careful what you ask for.
In Pandoras box you might find.

Kisses are like a dance one must lead.
Back and forth battle for more.
I'm dominating its what you need.
I'll certainly put you in your place.
Take head you have no power.
Your place is under me with all that grace.
On top of me so I can see that face.
Where ever I want.
Pulling your hair if it pleases me just an inch more.
What pleases me pleases you.
Of that im sure.
Just to make you feel ***** and alive again.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
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