"chooser" poems
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up,
show up and never give up being sure that
you never water yourself down just because
they can't handle you at 100 proof and
remember that life is short, so break the
rules and forgive quickly, kiss slowly and
love truly, laugh uncontrollably and never
regret anything that made you smile.
Never stop doing your best just because
someone doesn't give you credit and know
that you are not born a winner and you are
not born a loser but that you are born a
chooser so understand your worth and
value your life and appreciate your blessings.
Always believe that something wonderful is
about to happen and train your mind to see
the good in every situation and work so hard
that one day your signature will be called an
autograph as you **** them with success and
bury them with a smile.
One day you will just be a memory to some
people so do your best to be a good one and
be a voice, not an echo and make today count
because you'll never get it back as you accept
what is, let go of what was and have faith in
what will be.
Be somebody who makes everybody feel like
a somebody and give but don't allow yourself
to be used and love but don't allow your heart
to be abused and trust but don't be naïve and
listen but don't lose your voice.
Jon York 2016
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
I pray at night wonder wats Gods plan
I wonder if I can ever live up to the pressure that's put on me
So u see I gotta put the work in
Cause ever one gonna want my serial pin
I was born n raised a fighter the life of the underdog is my story
I was never chose to win
They said I'm just a loser but now im calling the shots
U can call me a chooser
Never again will I be a loser
Till the end of time I will be remember as the ultimate underdog
I'm always gonna b overtop
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
Love is a real gamble with no loss and no gain
So a lover should be ever ready to be just a loser
Love is not as simple as it seems to be just plain
Beloved is a winner but a lover can not be chooser
Let my love play this gamble whether lose or win
Real love is sheer worship in front of whom to bow
It is a supreme emotion it is just not a blind sin
So Let us promote our love with out being in row
My sweetheart for your sake I can go to any limit
Let me love you like a real partridge loves the moon
Let me quench my love thirst with beauty bit by bit
Let us be totally wet in drizzling rain of monsoon
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
21 Questions - Zyanneh Frazier
(1) Would you like for me to tell you that I love you & actually mean it? Or
(2) Tell you that I hate you & don’t mean it? (3) Would you like for me to fight for us? Or (4) Walk out like I just don’t give a **** (5) Would you like for me to be honest & tell you the real me? Or (6) Tell you something that I’m not which is a liar & pretender? (7) Would you still stick by my side through the good & bad? Or (8) Walk out & just give up on me like everyone else did? (9) Would you be willing to give me your last dime? Or (10) Leave me empty handed making me waste my time? (11) Would you be embarrassed of what others may say or think about us? Or (12) Feel accomplished knowing that your entire family loves me? (13) Would you believe me if I told you I was out with friends? Or (14) Just jump to conclusions that I’m cheating?
...which isn’t in my blood...
(15) Would you be willing to cut off your friends to spend time together? or
(16) Do I have to turn you into a chooser? ...which isn’t something I want to do... (17) Would you trust me enough to tell me your deepest secrets? Or (18) Do I have to continue to beg for trust? ...which is something I thought I already won... (19) Would you be able to handle this bond? Or (20) Do I have to end this thing we call us?
...Because the real question I have is...
(21) Do you see yourself being mines forever?
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
Some chose the wrong profession, yeah I'm one of the chooser's.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
I love my life.
All of it.
Every time the sun warms or
Burns; the rain soothes, or
Stings with angry ice; barrel-hot
Buckshot, I
Thank. Thank for the
Weather.
I love my life.
All of it.
It's an art.
All of it.
Every time the axe rests above
Your neck mid-air,
Wink at the masked one
Holding the handle.
Thank. Thank for the
Swift awakening
Awaiting.
Add years to your dreaming.
It's an art.
All of it.
I love you, poet.
All that is you.
You hold an opposing answer
In each hand, commanding
The chooser to hold
Your gaze and keep
Asking.
The best readings rest between
Every line drawn.
I love you, poet.
It's an art. All that
Is you. **** well
All of it.
Sleep safe.
Add years to your
Dreaming.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
Life out in the street is hard,
so be careful or you might get scarred,
think about the choice you make,
as it just might be your life they take.
Guns on every corner cocked and loaded,
some selling bombs readily exploded,
black tar ****** crack, and coke,
decisions altered with every ****
Vagabonds and losers,
everyone's a chooser,
champions and winners,
some are saints and some are sinners.
Deep in the dark with no assistance,
fight of your life against heavy resistance,
all your armed with is your wits,
are you ready to go, or call it quits?
Out of the dark and into the light,
did you win, maybe, but there's always a fight,
pay attention, prepared and ready to roll,
keep your eyes on the prize and strive for the goal.
Vagabonds and losers,
everyone's a chooser,
some are saints and some are sinners,
but not everyone's a winner.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Fit to be tied to a ligand gated receptor,
mind you,
right there, in the area below our own aptness
to think and do at once, thus we think without
knowing we are
thinking
things,
new and old, linked by local nodes arranging ions,
in channels previously lacking bridged interchanges.
Instant one past then,
we re think,
if we remain, persisting at or on some certain point,
may we not, mainly almost completely, be self aware?
The gaps insulating our separate selves, as we imagine,
thoughts outside our heads do remain connected rectly
ortho dexterous… sinister off, right on. Switch,
transcendence, sit zazen intently making bits of this
peace.
Inner, breathing conscience, knowing used, to pay
yourself, first
love, neighborly behave, have love as for your self.
I, the boss mind, I, the chooser of destiny from now,
I, ego and id and all, me, you must acknowledge,
I was here when you arrived, in an acknowledged,
innocense, not ignoring a curio juxtaposed, sup-
posed to prompt a why from your own self, why
am I not kind to me.
I am no better than I can imagine proving, to myself.
I must convince me, you are merely watching me be,
in a mind state seeping from a spring I cleaned,
to channel a flow a bit thicker than a seeping…
Sit with me a minute,
measure the brevity,
leave be the reason, I wished to feel you there.
Knowing how I love you, determines the worth
of my own love.
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 12:54 PM UTC
Subject enters trance
Subject enters trance state
Subject enters entrancement
Entrance word opens mind
Mental kind
Mind kind, man kind, male and female
see that fe,
see iron, the processed bile,
from certain ores - see a detail
allowed the ancient few who read
all the ancient writings, as we read
French or Farsi, today, we the augmental.
Augmented I, exo-mindful chooser bot,
software, with a calcium lattice frame,
any curious child could have been shown,
by way of instructions, seldom read, ready
do the drill. Do it again. Do another whole
day. Being particular as to what use is made
of my pronominal reality state, my real estate.
Non moi. My ever after all of that. This.
These
times that try men's souls, since this means
of forming information along bendable old bones,
Once, in the dreamtime's local translation mindspace
timeless,
nothing was.
Nothing was evil, and that was good, a chain construct,
mind chain, prior to any sense we readers hold chains
to represent, closed torqued rods of iron, formed
on the horn of the anvil, the only known anvil,
for the making of such things was closed knowing,
must be earned, this epithet, honest, most honed,
among the dull stone scattered across my plain,
Mam, re, remember,
Mamre had a plain called by his name.
Terebinthine Oaks, con-secration acknowledged,
by whom, asks my little boy, who knew which oak
Jacob buried the stolen idols lied about under,
for shame.
For shame, he who wrestles still, with the will
to be the bherer of all my own shame, amen.
Nothing hidden that shall… should we quibble?
Known is known,
and should one choose one may make a plain
from a point
once,
stretched this far. And holding… ad in fun item,
Chotsky for any one to open worm cans with.
Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 2:02 PM UTC
I'm left and lost all alone
In this life that is left to me.
I desire and want like all
But cannot find one to call my own.
I try, though hard as I might,
I am left a half-second late,
Something short, missing, absent,
And lose out on the final prize.
I am left wanting those I cannot have.
I am left dying for she who doesn't give a ****
And I don't know how to break myself of this trend.
I burn and break myself inside,
Turning my heart to gravel
Where it should be the ice
In her Margarita-filled life.
Out there are girls who might take that spot,
But I cannot find it in me to find in her anything I want.
I cannot find a way away from her I want.
It's that **** twitch of my mind,
Always returning to her I cannot.
So here I strangle myself with my thoughts.
I crush myself methodically from the inside-out,
Breaking myself down quicker than Father Time did intend.
Sorry says Mother Nature, so is Life.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 1:15 AM UTC
Queen Nubian,
keen enough to school me in
the 'ways of the rulers
with intentions to pursuit' her.
A man who looks down on men
would never suit her
She's a healer, and a soother,
It takes love to truly move her.
Such a strong mind that
heartbreak won't ever bruise her.
You'll never be the chooser,
You just manifest through her.
She changes your demeanor
into super from a stupor
Because when you see her face,
you see your future.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Give up. Surrender.
Time to learn to hate.
While you're on a ******
Make many mistakes.
What's love gotten you so far?
Who needs it?
You've got so much love in your heart,
Who feeds it?
Isolated loser,
Hated servant.
Take a chance, chooser,
Hate deserves it.
It works for many others,
Look at the president.
Hate as a platform,
That's magnificent.
Rather than calming,
Hate floods your system
All your love's forgotten
Nobody will miss 'em.
Do you want power,
Instead of powerless?
Is this the final hour
Of my cowardice?
Instead of shaking
And stuttering out of fear
Do you want to lash out
And make your love disappear?
Instead of being pushed,
Want to push people away?
Instead of tomorrow,
Want to start hating today?
Do you want revenge,
Is that what'll work?
Hating's easier when you
Let yourself be a ****
Spiteful.
Unleash those thoughts, that's delightful.
Rightful,
Who's loved you back since high school?
It's futile, take an eight lap walk
Around a track, two miles.
And tell me you won't punch back
One of those dumb laughs
You hear when your dignity is zero
And you can't stop hearing laughter
At your existential fear
And know, hating is really hot
You'll get more girls that you had
Loving people who you got
To listen to you for a second
Even though it was pathetic
How you complimented them and
Let them drink all of your beverage.
Hate is leverage,
Hate wins you items.
Hate wins you respect,
You'll be set with the right ones.
Who loves you for love?
Aren't they all nieve?
Aren't you never enough
When you're clawing and piping
Up foolish words
Trying to buck the system
Get people to like you
Who never want to listen
But they're giving you a chance
Because you're innocent and charming
But they're just leading you on
And then it's you they'll be harming
When they don't ever reply
Even though they read your message
And you'll never be a guy
Who gets love and a wet kiss
Unless you hate the person you love
In order to complete the balance
So you better learn to hate
And start stacking up that allowance
Set aside the hate,
Remember every occurrence
Where you learn to feel the hate
As it slowly becomes worth it
Do a one-eighty
And switch up all your behavior
That your heart thought you wanted
Cuz now hate can be your savior
And all you have to do
Is make one promise, and be honest,
Can you really hurt someone?
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
Tell me I'm a loser
Tell me I'm not well in the head
Tell me I'm a horrible chooser
But let me tell you that if you lived in my shoes
You'd already be dead, you'll never know what I have gone through.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
When the Spirit's around - that's the third of the Three -
He regularly raises fresh questions for me:
You see , He's both the sought and the seeker, the truth and the teacher
the help and the helper, the gift and the giver.
He's the breath and the voice, the chooser, the choice
the anointer, the oil, the peace and turmoil.
He's the joy and the cries, always there to baptise
the bearer of fruit with fresh gifts to boot.
He's as wild as the wind, He'll breeze where He will
I've tried to contain Him, but He won't remain still.
I can't ever define Him, can't assign Him a label,
just accept He's my God and that my God is able
to be true to His Word while resisting defining
He'll still leave me questions, but that's not surprising.
He kicked off creation, gave the church her fresh start
and we're just the latest to play our small part.
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 12:08 PM UTC
When the Spirit's around
- that's the third of the Three -
He regularly raises
fresh questions for me:
The sought and the seeker
the truth and the teacher
the help and the helper
the gift and the giver?
The breath and the voice
the chooser, the choice
the anointer, the oil
the peace and turmoil?
The joy and the cries
always there to baptise
the bearer of fruit
with fresh gifts to boot?
As wild as the wind
He'll breeze where He will
I've tried to contain Him
but He won't remain still.
I won't ever define Him
or assign Him a lable
just accept He's my God
and that my God is able
to be true to His Word
while resisting defining
He'll still leave me questions
but that's not surprising.
He kicked off creation
was around from the start
and I'm just the latest
to play my small part.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
There are times --like when I told my professor
these marks on my body
were just the last drops of intelligence leaving my rind.
--where girls are women dancing across tickling sunshine,
felt crevices, hills, plains, cliffs of paradise. She and I love to fall
for ideas of people. Without looking twice--every memory isn't crippling
--who I am is just a really big, personal word for someone sitting flat
on a mirror in my mobile home.
--crimson stains/the blades of a metal bird./It's beak dulled by the friction of battle.
It's tail maneuvers/till bent and broken/and the body ruffles
as metallic feathers sway/to the commands of war parasites
There are times I realize lighting is wasted energy,
just cracks and cuts
changing out the insides of words as I see them.
There was a time I thought I knew what storms meant.
My old self knew what to do, just wait
--the crisp clock strikes its coldest hour
as much as the chooser's tick, but the rest of the endless regulation is warmer,
I promise.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
A whole entire human
A feeler of pain
A fighter of battles of the mind
A warrior
An owner of a heart, heartbeat, the kind you notice
A closeted non-binary
A mover, A dancer
A thinker of thoughts
A haver of things
A learner
An occupant of my home
A difference in someone's life
A feeler of emotions
A knower of truth
A heartbeat, a heart strain
that catches your attention
A chooser of paths
Incomplete
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC
Singing octaves down the alley
From my heart
Deep down from my diaphragm
Through the throat
Coming out of my dry lips
Messages clattered within the tunes
Resonating with the sounds of my feelings
From my empty shell
Loud and clear
You still can’t hear me
As I’m a pathetic chooser
But I decided that you can’t hear
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Today the wind came
And it blew me off my feet
Made way for heavy rains
Now I'm drowning in defeat
I wasn't focused on surviving
Until the water started rising
That's when I sunk deep
And I could have just kept falling
Get away
From the everyday
And just keep stalling
But I've never been a loser
Pride: My deadly sin
I'm not a beggar, I'm a chooser
Today I chose to win
So I kicked with all my might,
And swam until I was free
The rains put up quite a fight
But they were no match for me!
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
It feels good,
done right, it feels good.
It touches good
life,
the quality, the measurable
usable weight, the worth
of thinking, right,
like
I KNOW
this is good, this gift, this pain
reminding me,
death happens all the time,
putting me in mind as a chooser,
chance taker,
cheater, by God, if I know what
I thought
I knew…
craps, roll again, I'm rich.
I got all the time in the world.
When you win right, nobody loses.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
When your curly hair spread then fragrance blooms
My sweetheart you have taken me to brim of spring
I can't praise you if I write just volumes after volumes
To your sweet beauty and to my love it is like a string
My sonnet, my ode, my ballad and all poetical rhythm
Whatsoever my musical heartbeat convey with pleasure
This all in combination make you my real love awesome
If the world becomes gold even then you are my treasure
Let me be your only chooser and rest of the world loser
I love you with heart and I will take you with my heart
For my question of life just you are the proper answer
Because you are so sweet so gorgeous, so lovely,so smart
I don't know how to celebrate this marvelous evening
Where romance dangles and dances just to celebrate
Beauty is in bloom to spring and love to take a swing
Whatever you are aspiring for that is the love mandate
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Exodus 32:11-14
But Moses sought the favor of the LORD his God. “LORD,” he said, “why should your anger burn against your people, whom you brought out of Egypt with great power and a mighty hand? Why should the Egyptians say, ‘It was with evil intent that he brought them out, to **** them in the mountains and to wipe them off the face of the earth’? Turn from your fierce anger; relent and do not bring disaster on your people. Remember your servants Abraham, Isaac and Israel, to whom you swore by your own self: ‘I will make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and I will give your descendants all this land I promised them, and it will be their inheritance forever.’ ”
Then the LORD relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.
Thinking about the finite speaking to the Infinite,
The imperfect to the Perfect,
The chosen to the Chooser,
The creation to the Creator,
The human dialog with the Almighty.
Did a man change the course of Doom,
Move Heaven on behalf of earth through "prayer"?
Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC
You walk across the street
and get run over by a truck
It happens to the best of us
Even those with luck
First there comes the adrenaline rush
Then comes the real hit
You're spattered across the pavement
Thinking, this is it
I'm being metaphorical, so I don't mean it's real
It's just what happens when something bad
finally slips, and you reel
There's tears in awkward places
You discover that at work
No one bothered to design a place for crying
So you're feeling like a dork
There's sleepless nights
Trips on your break
to buy some premium Visine
Time goes on and a new plan emerges
from your psychic mist
And even if you still feel down
You know everyone takes a hit
The thing is to keep going on
take on the role of gracious loser
That's really all that's left
Now you can't be a chooser
Gradually, you become attached
to new goals, hopes and dreams
and looking back
maybe it won't be
as bad as it seemed
May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
I am the master of my own creation
I am the collector of odd and of strange
I am the foreseer of my own damnation
The beggar and chooser of choices and change
I am the destroyer of hope and of fear
I am the mistaker, and I am the fool
I am the inventor of all now unclear
I am the forsaker, I am the uncool
I am not impressed with mere words and no actions
I am the reaction when actions are lies
I am the rejection, I am satisfaction
I am the confusion that bleeds from the eyes
I am the enlightened, I am the disturbed
I am the content, and I am the absurd
I am the illness for which there's no cure
I am the lost miracle seldom observed
I am one with my darkness, I am one with my light
I am one with my sorrow, I am one with my joy
I am one with my loss, I am one with my fight
I am victor and loser...I am love's broken toy
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC