Best Motive Poems
Written: December 25, 2023 For Silent One Contest
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Plum blooms coated the lawn floor,
Swept from trees by wind abhor
Stars ne'er root me much concern
I'm quite taut with Earth discern
Stars, as blooms, are grand to glance
That display crowns a drudge stance
A sprout holds a wealth insight
I deem beat to view fruits sight.
Abreast I am.
committed I am
So why not with me?
Passion and vision you demand.
Seeing less from them you crush out.
The waving feather settles firmly on you.
Tasting your fruitfulness are doctors.
Serving them with you are teachers.
Floating on top are engineers
The juicy part of you abound.
Them mourn no more
Because you are alive.
Stress becomes the past
Because you renovate.
Morals you demand
And motive you serve.
Calling you procrastinator
Are who in your absence.
Fighting for your greatness
Are who knows your accent.
Your mission of filling orphaned heart
With happiness is aboard your minds.
You barge through bane
To camouflage poor with rich.
Just in time
You came to my presence.
Our camaraderie is animated
With the spirit of our own strength.
Oh!
How defined you are to me.
You are called the future.
Yes indeed you are.
AMERICA'S NOBLEST MOTIVE
"The noble man makes noble plans, and by noble deeds he stands" Isaiah 32:8
Decoration Day, declared,
For homes and everywhere.
Flags and flowers now in vogue,
Want us to be aware.
Battles rage, war goes on,
When will it cease?
Americans died in uniform,
Remember our own, please.
Memorial Day it now is called,
Our heroes names we read.
The sound of Taps, a mother's tears,
A sorrowing time indeed.
June 14th comes along,
Our flag to honor true.
For those colors many bled and died,
The red, the white and the blue.
Soon now, we do it again,
Independence Day is nigh.
Freedom bought with lives,
Raise the flag up high.
In November we honor Veternas,
All are heroes now.
Every gender, race, religion,
To you we humbly bow.
Are four days in a year enough,
Their service to recall?
Parents, families and friends,
Will kneel and praise them all.
Lord we give them back to you,
Your Promise to fulfill.
Thank you for sharing them here on earth,
We miss them still.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
MSgt USAF Retired
This is a story of a farmer
Who became an informer…
Displacement of this farmer
Was heartless, by a round belly
Robbing a Skinny belly
In a rock steady
See for any story
The context is essential
Like motivation,
An emotional state
Is the presence of stimuli
A thought ……..
But in this instance
There was no resistance
And the diction
Was nonfiction
But a contradiction
Of intuition..
To take ride of humiliation
And bear the scars of crucifixion……………..
TO BE CONTINUED>>>
A prime minister of Land Down Under -
from her role she had been put asunder.
I've been reading of texts
and jokes made of her sex,
but about her I still have to wonder . . .
I surmise mostly Aussies would know
more exactly why she was let go,
I sure wish I knew
that at "Beyond Blue"
she was doing kids good. Do you think so?
April 17, 2022
For Joe Maverick's contest regarding Julia Gillard. Title is to be same as the name of this contest.
It's the best I could come up with from my research but I do not understand
Australian politics very well.
Smile
Like I haven't in while
I'm worried
That things will never be
With the way they've been going frequently
I can't be that girl anymore
I'm always left out feeling poor
I've tried to move on and live
But I always lose my motive
Initially I like the guy
But in the end I want you, and have to say good-bye
It's not fair to me or him, what you do
All of those wasted days I rue
But God why do I always come back to you
To be left broken in the night
Nothing left in me to fight
I don't want to be that girl any longer
I'll just have to learn to be stronger
Misty morning haze
Smoky skyline hues
Greyscale water colours
Sun floods milky
In smoky shades
Light losing tint
Dreary dawning
Ignominious feel
Runny colours fade
Weary spectacle
This ominous aura
No birds sing
Smoky persistence
Like old-time
Pestilence lingering
Rain rain come again
Clear the smoky haze
Let the children play!
There will be time
For non-smoky days
No haze and bronchitis
To each
A motive
To be festive
Leon Enriquez
25 September 2014
Singapore
I hope my soul is beating time
As heart full feelings spill in rhyme
Sunset redness fills my eyes
Spilling tears to no surprise
The taste of memories fills my head
As purple nightfall steals the red
These things are sent to try us mother said
With that secret little half smile as she led
The naughty boy who loves her off to bed
Some days just follow others through the years
So busy in my living there is no time for tears
And as I sit here penning thoughts in rhyme
My basic aim is ever. beating time
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
There's more to it than meets the eye,
A look we can't deny.
Beneath the surface, a hidden plan,
A secret scheme, a hidden hand.
Behind every smile, every word,
A motive, a mission, is inferred.
A hidden agenda lies within,
A purpose that's not always seen.
Sometimes it's for good, sometimes for ill,
A hidden agenda can't be still.
It moves and shifts, it's never clear,
A game of chess, a strategy near.
It's the unspoken words that reveal,
The true intent that we conceal.
A hidden agenda can be sly,
It can deceive, it can belie.
It's a double-edged sword we wield,
A weapon that can't be easily healed.
A hidden agenda can be a trap,
A snare that we can't escape from, in a snap.
But it can also be a force for good,
A way to help, a way to understood.
A hidden agenda can be kind,
A secret that can heal the blind.
So be careful with the hidden plan,
For it can lead to either ban or fan.
Choose wisely, and use it well,
For the hidden agenda can cast a spell.
© Roseline Sunday
22/03/023
In a cynical world,
I cannot imagine a life ever after.
Not here, not now.
Not while we’re being watched by
Generously, judging eyes.
Their gaping brings me to reside in
Mind drilling, open regret.
Take off this weight as it
Clouds my mind and forces
My hands to tremble.
The chilling strum of some distant guitar
Pulls at the aching in my chest,
Fanning this flame of angst.
Now sitting wordlessly in icy water,
I do not sense the tears that
Swell and drop in tumbles
Making swirls of mixed heat.
I think of what I wish for and
Why I’d never get it,
Like a three year old pondering
The undeniable unfairness of life.
A question fumbles idiotically with
A chemical in my brain.
If I am not left this time,
Who am I to leave with?
Nurture nice niche
Observe the way
Thrill touching teach
Instruct fond say
Choice charms charade
Eye each ember
Meet movements made
Yield yokes yonder
Move mystic mime
One odd obsess
Toss trouble times
Imprint impress
Vibrant verse vests
Etch each excess
Leon Enriquez
19 August 2015
Singapore
gestures often referred to as
acts of kindness, bring with
them positive inferences & sometimes even
long term connections which can be the most
important in our lives,
certainly---
however, when speaking of those
moments
when one acts out of nothing more than for lack of better terms---
“humanity,” or “what it is to be human,”
maybe even something like
“common decency”
that is,
without ulterior motive---
it can define us
in ways that may only be felt days or months later---
like the aftershocks of an earthquake,
but instead,
purely positive---
not leaving the resonance of what some would label
morally
”good” or “bad”
but simply more positive that such an occurrence
happened
rather than it being negative in
happening,
or for that matter,
not happening at all.
if you know that there are actions that speak for
themselves---
that there are moments when an unspoken
assurance is made
during the transition of facial expressions,
or the nonverbal everyday
mechanics perpetuating the systems which we
for better or for worse
presently operate within,
then you understand the value of these
instances
whereby our very human similarities are
articulated.
Until universities' unions
Unite unrelentingly ulcerates
Unleashing unspeakable ugly urge
Find out Jang can one's motive,
When ones glances are furtive.
Then,Jang can reach secret heart
And bare lay it like A chart
Veiled thoughts soon to him native:
The ones you wouldn't out give...
Catch I can next man's motive
From his mood that got pensive,
From sounds suddenly plosive;
"No money for pledged votive"
Looks that towards a roof dart
You don't need to ask:"what's that?"
It's all there on a charged face
With gross thoughts having a race:
The purse-tight lips of Fred Prize
Jang can see wish to be wise!