Best Motional Poems
Fare thee be well to stranger and kin
Another story do tell of Universal Law them
Signal frequents sent in alternating from him
All in regards to glowing of little gem
She wraps her arms around the dark of the night
Encompassing in him and all around him is her light
Nine personalities there do be
All creating the one in thee
Understanding and hearing them all
Requires the one to build a proper wall
They be the building blocks in you
Seven see; A, E, I, O, and U
All be parts of the fellowship ring you
I – ntelligence Supreme supplying energy behind all steam
E- go driven attitude is mentally meant to allude
A – lpha has spoken and only heard by thee awakened
E – motional feelings multiplying by floor and ceiling
I – mpulse sensitivity senses all mirror double dealing
O – rigination of desires conspire or inspire both indeed start fires
U – nderlying seed does feed the one base need
Next side be side these two titans see
Thor or Asgard, The Thunder Hammer of desires origination
And, Thee lovable Hulk, Harmonic underlying seed lacking knowledge is base need
Thrust into battle they go
These be their armies in tow
Having many different names though
Hulk and Thor’s higher and lower self
All four picked from amongst these
Blocks that be on the shelf
Being amongst these ye can perceive
As well as retrieve
Words that appear in tea’s leaves
These warriors do be
Constants these
Armies all ye B, C, D…
F, G, H, J, K, L, M, N, P, Q, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y, Z
Multiples of three
Be in rhapsody
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Where am I? What’s happening to me? What am I doing here?
I try to remember, my mind is clouded with a terrible fear.
I remember!
I was lying in an operating theatre with lights shining down on me
Slowly I recalled what had happened. I saw the oncoming tree
Headlights blazed and then the darkness. I swerved but couldn’t stop
I saw myself lying in the road, and then I saw a traffic cop.
The light, the bright dazzling light was blinding me.
Wondering in the ether, a restless nomadic spirit free.
I moved in a slow and airless motional way
Following my instincts I fought to stay
The surgeons were trying to save me, I knew this
But now I was free from pain and that was bliss
I remember!
I don’t know how I knew this. I was numb from the shock of it all
I floated along the ether I heard the heavens call
I was out of body and just a soul, a lost soul without a doubt
I wanted to tell the surgeons, I was here but I couldn’t shout
Was this the end? Oh no! This can’t be happening to me!
Here I am I haven’t gone, I am still here can’t you see!
The three magic rocks will save me won’t they? Where are they now I must find
Were they just thoughts in a dying dream or a figment of my mind?
The light is calling it wants me to go I follow the heavenly glow
I am too young to leave this world oh please don’t make me go
I remember!
My journey isn’t over and I plead with the powers that be
You don’t want me to go there yet, you really don’t need me
I may not have been an angel but my heart is in the right place
You can’t take me away from here; I am part of the human race
As I travelled along to my destiny, whatever that may hold
I felt myself being dragged along, I can’t die! I am not that old
This is the end of my journey; I fear I may have died
I don’t know what is in store for me, I really could have cried
The light disappeared abruptly; drawn back to my body so
Did those magic rocks save me? That I will never know
(Entered in Constance La France's contest)
Writing random words refined.
Rescued from the hidden mind.
Inspirational thoughts are lurking
Trying to show their true colours.
Emotional feelings about ones life
Rescued from the hidden mind.
Secrets hoping to be refined.
Brain moves into overdrive
Looking somehow to revive.
Overstretch thoughts erratic.
Close to being a self-hater
Knock on door, will finish later.
There is a name for this form but I forget it. Will find out.
S -ometimes life does not go as people planne ----------- D.
T - rouble follows if you use sweets to sooth--------------- E.
R - epressed feelings cause habit in human --------------- S.
E - veryone is prone to emotional ill-------------------------- S.
S - weet dessert foods sometimes provide some peac----E.
S - ome chocolates can make some feel bette-------------- R.
E - motional health can turn sweets into a habi ----------- T.
D - esserts can increase size in all humans ---------------- S.
I got the idea for this poem by watching Dr Oz. I believe this is a Acostic Anogram type poem .
Parent becomes child becomes as parent –
Apparent is elder one’s impairment.
Trying feelings and thoughts run concurrent
In this cycle of human life changes.
Emotional weight can out right drain us.
Navigating relationship strangeness,
Concentrating on being courageous,
Entails resolute faith to sustain us.
One World, One Love
O ver and over we dream of
N ever ending happiness with
E ternal earthly peace and harmony
W ondrous as it may seem
O nly a short time remains
R elative to the indefinite past
L ove's power will supplant this
D iabolical system of animosity
O ur hearts are burning with
N ascent yearnings for our
E motional release from distress
L ove will soon obliterate hate
O ne world, living together under one government of love
V ery soon it will be humanities reality
E very day pray, for one world, one love.
August 13, 2016
yearnings
occur
unbidden
manifesting
obsessive
vivacious
electricities
measurably
emotional
Forever together, through good times and bad,
Our pledge to each other when we exchanged our vows.
Right from the moment we met I knew how special you were.
Even now I can’t believe you said YES on
Valentine’s Day when I proposed to YOU
Even though it wasn’t a Leap Year!
Romance was in the air for us on that special day.
I tell you every day that I love you with all my heart.
Now we have just celebrated our Silver Anniversary.
You are the one I married, the man that I adore,
Our son is testament to our love for each other.
Understanding and listening to your partner is the
Recipe for success, along with a sprinkling of romance.
Even though we have seen difficult times recently
You have been my rock and without your
Emotional support I’d have struggled to get through.
So my darling, remember that I’ll be here for you until the day I die.
Forever in your eyes contest Sponsored by John Hamilton.
07~13~16
Flowing from sad eyes, weeping while mourning
Rivers of tears caused by words of lewd scorning
Angry insults inflict wounds too painful to abide
Garnering grief that no gentle person could hide
Imagine the suffering vile contentions can start
Lamentable lacerations that pierce a fragile heart
Emotional bruises often tear relationships apart
How can sensitive people protect themselves?
Encourage them to look within, where valor delves
Allow no bitter words to be the cause of misgiving
Restraint of an evil tongue would need no forgiving
Take these admonishing phrases into consideration
Safeguard fragile hearts with benevolent veneration
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October 15, 2016 * Acrostic Contest * Sponsored by John Hamilton
The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end
I can barely subdue its subterfuge
But here I am,
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions
Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.
Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.
Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?
Love is deep caring beyond any other
Offers respect and trust to another
Verifies by putting loved ones first
Emotional bonding to quench life's thirst
August 7, 2018
August 8, 2018 - A Four Line Poem On What Love Is Contest
By Faraz Ajmak
Second Place
He Is Risen- -
Horizontal transoms hoax, not they lead Him to the cross;
Emotional pangs gnaw, as the people shouted crucify, crucify;
Intense busts stride as Jesus drug His own cross;
Such crossovers such hatred He died to save the loss;
Racial crossovers entrap, Roman soldiers mocked and slapped
Intense reds blood shed crown of thorns to endure
Such crossovers slump died between two thief's
Easy skips go, died crucified, skies turn dark closed eyes Christ died then rose;
Non crossovers needle, He did die for the sinful people;
4/19/19
I loved Chuckie Egg because it reminded me of life,
With its principles which seem many when in strife,
But which are few, like seven or eight, alive and well,
Robust, vital and sensuous, and which you can sell.
Chuckie only had eight unique levels, were repeated,
They were repeated five times, with one culminated,
So there were forty-one levels, all very deftly arrayed,
For you to interact with, all of your dexterity displayed.
Life never demands too much, with the right people,
And level one let you eat all the hen feed and be feeble;
It let you skip needlessly like a child playing hop-scotch,
Allowing you to make mistakes and almost to botch.
You were supposed to feel like Hen House Harry, useful,
But sometimes I thought the caged bird related, frightful,
There were ducks who stole your corn and could kill,
Such that being caged was no fun, not needed, no thrill.
I was not having fun in a Christian family religious,
And felt like a caged bird squawking, a child rebellious;
When my parents thought I was having fun at services,
I just needed released from prison, such discrepancies.
I quickly rose to level nine, a repeat of the first level,
But the bird was loose and sometimes I him did bevel,
But i was never nasty to him but enticed him sometimes,
Using the elevators, purple ladders and jumps at times.
The golden egg reminded me of evolution, that it took,
And that every life was from a golden egg, not crook,
And I worked out that “What came first, chicken or egg?”
Was a creationist question and not an evolutionist peg.
The black background just reminded me of outer space,
Motional itself, so validating the motion of our grace;
It’s not what your background is that matters or sticks,
But what you do with it and impose on it, that’s the tricks.
G iving a
R eal
I ntense
E motional
F eeling.
i have been in training as
long as i can remember,
i am destined to be an
(e)motional engineer, to
describe, take apart, rearrange
the many parts & pieces of
(e)motion. our bodies are
soldiers of kinetic energy,
movement & reason & thought.
so many problems can &
will arise, stand tall, make
everyone around suddenly
fall, forget- turn around & begin
again. you can't have one
without the other, in (e)motion,
can't take a step without first
standing.