Best Motivated Poems
It’s the flight of pregnant birds that I am reminded of
Bloated and cramping
Legs tucked close in, wings beating away with paternal efficacy
Never towards a nest
Always in flight
As if the very notion of rest a circling falcon
A tireless hunter, promising a swift demise, bodies left to decay…
This, this is a pregnant flock of desires and ideas
Notions and purpose
Encumbered and floating, rolling clouds heavy with rain
And this flock rolls on
Until with a spasm of wings and anticipated rhythm
A gush of rains and new life is announced
And from each bird, pregnant from birth
Comes a new flock, each end every belly swollen with life
And new ideas surge forth
And newly feathered wings beat with renewed zeal
And a multitude of pregnant flocks take to the skies,
And it’s these birds I’m reminded off
When I pick up the pen to write
Because in each and every bird I observe
I see that pregnant mother of possibility
Beating her wings, soaring above the ground
To give birth in the skies,
Where my ideas soar, soar and give birth
And I am reminded of them
Every time I come to write
And fear I will write nothing at all.
St. Nick took his little blue pill,
then lay there, prepared for a thrill.
He wasn’t aware
his wife wasn’t there.
The chance of "Ho ho ho" was nil.
December 13, 2021
entered in Andrea Dietrich's Limerick Contest
I am not enough.
I have no time. Delightful
excuses: specters
who will wander in my tomb
and sing the songs of regrets.
I'm motivated by a lot of things,
but getting up too early is not one!
I really hate when the alarm clock rings
and knowing that my dreaming time is done.
God's beauty can inspire my poetry.
I'm motivated by a lot of things:
by flowers in my yard; my pretty tree;
the sky at sunset; how a robin sings.
I love the season spring's first blossomings
and all the "firsts" that give to life its zest!
I'm motivated by a lot of things.
The start of all my weekends I like best!
I hate when good times end. I need to know
around the corner there are new beginnings
to keep me wanting to get up and go!
I'm motivated by a lot of things.
July 20, 2021
for A Brian Strand Rime Me Poetry Contest
Snake oil here!
Blah, blah, blah.
Motivational speeches
Bread and circuses.
Appeal to our fears,
Patriotism, spirituality,
Sick kids..
Wait for it,
Wait.
Here it comes.
The hard sell.
Rolling eyes....
I was motivated by My Parting Gift by
Andrea Dietrich to write this poem.
After from an old day, I am departing
Tomorrow a new one will be starting
Seeing how much God meant to me
Opened my eyes so clearly can see.
Up my many sins may be mounting
Large number and difficult when counting
And for me always is God's objective
To love neighbors and be less selective.
Write more poems have motivated me on
And will do so again at the next new dawn
After each poem of mine had been done
God had saved me and He was the one.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Lately urges have been
Borderline strange-
I can feel life flowing through
My veins again…
A smile to self when
I hear her name-
And I have yet to know the
Sensation of your touch, yet to
Hold you after a night of sultry
Lovemaking, yet to know the abyss
That precedes your kiss…
I’m too old for you to be making me feel like this-
I will slay Goliath,
And climb the highest mountain-
I will travel back in antiquity
To conquer empires and rediscover youth’s
Secret fountain…
From stone I will retrieve
Excalibur’s sword to avenge invaders
With a Gladiators’ might,
But with the grace of
A Matador’s fight-
All of this I will do…
And yet I long to know the
Gentleness of your touch,
Or the silent sound that love makes
By candle light,
Or the magic that awaits patiently
In your kiss…
I’m too old for you to be making me feel like this-
Motivated Poems By God
When equality we will want to make
Should give everyone a fair shake
And write poems for each one of you
Regardless of what may be point of view.
What we must do is always fairly treat
Even if race has been in another dead heat
Candidates comes closer and closer together
Not criticizing or all relations try to sever.
God filled me with spirit when I write
And supported me will all of his might
One more of his poems is in the making
That may be motivating and breath taking.
Each time when my poems you will visit
God's energy made all of them so exquisite
By the time you arrived at end of this page
Motivated poems from God will be latest rage.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Her motivations for a happy life, of jump and dance and sing.
Her desire to live holding a rainbow, loving everything,
Began when her emotional shackles fell off onto the floor.
She stood, looking through others eyes, at their personal war.
It was clear that everyone had a choice, regarding their pep and shine.
To be the person with the sparkling eyes, or to drink the sparkling wine.
She made the choice, at her fork in the road, to be a silhouette of pure glee.
Nothing could chain her to sad depressed, instead she’d chained herself to free.
What do they think about you…….
Hey! Man
Let's take a short gap,
To your beautiful nap.
Stop dreaming, like a kid
And think about you,
Have a look at you.
Think about the things
which Tweak your brain,
Which is a deprived strain.
What do u think about you,
Will you be reborn after death.
Raised from the ash,
Like a phoenix…..
But people think that,
You are a zombie…..
So let's windup the dreams.
4’10” and 14 years young,
Words were said but fists weren’t swung.
5’4” and 2 years down the line,
Negativity slowed, I started to shine.
5’8” and a hopeful social work success,
People don’t doubt me,
I’ve made progress.
4 grades and 10 inches later in my mental and physical growth,
Needless to say I’ve improved highly in both.
All I needed to do was wait,
That’s just me,
Motivated By Hate.
By God Motivated
What we want is God to make us motivated;
Everyone equally liked and no one hated;
We may be inept;
Should still accept;
For us change of attitude God has created.
Jim Horn
Remain self-motivated and self-determined
Do your best each day
Believe that you can
Have that strong will in every way
It all starts with one step
Put your heart into everything that you do
Find your inner strength
Guide your way through
Mundane, I Ascend and duel. The impulse to use, sentiments of self immolation. The barbaric psyche that perforates thru my perception murderously.
No berth to go, no region to disguise. Amity is pertinent!
With you I always had With you,
I always had that energy
With you, I always had that vibe
To do things in a different way
To do things that I liked With you,
I used to stay motivated With you,
I used to stay positive
It was all good all the way
And I used to feel so bright With you,
I had a reason I used to feel so good
Now there will be no one
To tell me things I do wrong
Wish you well in your life
Wishes for you all along
Goodbye from me to you!