Best Motives Poems
Moonbeams kiss on
luscious curves of love
To reach and Stretch
from skies above
Crystal snow flakes
begin to dance
On frigid winters breeze
as if by chance
Joining together before
this winters eve
Harmonizing making
ones heart believe
Twirling shinning bright
as stars appear
Reflecting love as the
eve draws near
Whispering flurries
speak to my soul
To tell of beauty that
makes one lose control
Where shimmering lights
sparkle within space
Flowing gently transporting
to another place
All while caressing
thoughts so transparent
Allowing ones true motives
to become apparent
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The top shelves required dusting, so
I looked for my stool high and low.
No luck--but a chair
would do. Then up there
I cleaned that top shelf. It did glow.
My cleaning cloths fell to the floor.
I had to get down to find more.
I dressed as I did
because my man Sid
was watching. Life's never a bore!
February 29, 2016
He's the product of a ladies man
He knows how to take command
Grab her hand
Livening up those strolls throuigh the sand
And for you he will speak to the sea in a voice so deep
It could lull troy to sleep
Although nothing will become of it you"ll love it
Since he did it for you in public
And now your defenceless
To his sexual advances to his advantage
He's not a player but a slayer
Wants her body for unmusical chairs
So young ladies stay youthful be aware
More wolves than sheep and they bleachin all they hair
This beast that roams these unleveled streets
Has many names like hidden grief
Or he who eats but wont provide meat
The one who sleeps like born without feet
The passive addict with an aggressive come down
Your babies baggage that dont never come around
Mr no benefits and no working background
Or Mr she's headed east He's tryin to meet her westbound
He's that monster that would even ponder,
having her introduce her lil sister to the corner
So I emplore you be stronger, live longer,
and be a alterior motives conqueror
Fear is the Titan that crushes you underfoot
Fear is the assassin that prefers things discreet
Masses are steamrolled by its incredible force
Silently it takes you down without ever showing its source
We are all subject to the power it wields
Some overcome, yet too many yield
Some face it with sheer determination
They see it as a source for true creation
Others buckle and break under its weight
Often realizing it can be overcome, years too late
It's up to you which side you will take
Will you take it upon yourself to fight or leave it up to fate?
Woke early from bed, picked up the daily reader right away
To keep those insidious cravings at bay
After that I knew just what to do
I picked up the phone and called my sponsor too
We talked about the na program and some of things she said
Helped to clear those nagging cravings in my head
For some reason my mind goes to addiction
Making up stories that are purely fiction
It tells me to pick up a drug
That always yanks out the rug
Beneath my freshly clean feet
And if I use I will feel defeat
Sponsor said do the next right thing
And examine my motives before relapsing
Into a world of darkness and gloom
I do not want to go there so I make room
To do what I know is best
Practice the program with a little Zest
By the time the conversation ended
A solid plan was mended
I became of use today
And because of that stayed away
From the evil I’m accustomed to
Replacing it with service to do
My daily activities of life
Feeling no more or little strife
THE TERROR MOTIVES
Nzongi N. Mwero
They will not succeed,
The ones who take off their lives and other people’s lives,
Due to their dark minds and black brain,
Directing their images to the creator,
They think their souls go to heaven,
And given a better place
Always not successful ones,
They have bad place in heaven,
They are the doomed ones,
Have position in the burning hell fire,
They are accountable for their insane
When they kill dozens souls,
They believe to have next life,
With well developed souls,
Being free of burdens on earth,
And immense potential to enjoy everything in heaven,
They believe killing is a formula to reach in paradise
A terror seed planted in the minds of the youth,
The Terror chief brain washed youth’s minds,
And the semi educated people,
To scheme his ambitions,
He spread false believes,
All his false teachings are not in any religion
The terror seeds planted for his self interest,
The terror chief had his own ambition,
He seduced the youth majority and spread lies,
He lobbed the youth majority to follow his foot steps,
So that they cause loss of human life and destruction
her posterior
inspires the binoculars
of my main vision
Motives for marriages are well known!
She- want to climb on husband's neck.
His dreams are soaring much below,
Somewhere around lady's legs.
Could you be my dream more rarely,
because we so often meet,
but temple of dark's seen barely
with sadness of yours that's sweet.
And Seraph's laud is not sweeter
than flattery of your lips.
And name of my own does glitter
for you in this calm eclipse.
P.S. The poem is written under the influence of Anna Akhmatova.
MOTIVES
emotion
unravels
intentions
are revealed
but
something
is held
back
in dreams
& illusions
perhaps
so telling
creative
imagination
or
a way of
coping
is but
a
parody
so
personal
where
layers
slowly
transform
understanding
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Kirk goes back to practised cadence,
With it he hits ears, no conscience,
Great stir in a once mute audience,
Afresh bides his time: Great Patience…
Talks triggered between close sitters
That a night guard steals embitters:
His straight sack: more hard hitters:
‘People’s wealth the meanly fritters!’
At the right time drop microphone:
Now, your voice is a xylophone.
They all hear you, no francophone.
If there’s one he should guess through tone.
What speakers do is stamp knowledge,
Over the rest ‘some sort of edge’:
That of one who’s passed through college,
Night candles not burnt sacrilege…
The Guard who steals likes his worst foes;
Just time he stepped on his seen toes
But like one fighting men’s woes:
It hurts when what comes quickly goes.
Selfish aims in kindness-guise… I dare to confront
As my soul welcomes challenges with hope
Triumphantly while thankful spirit does cope
Surmounting trials of grievous affront.
Targets midst secret deals… I strive to check
As my heart submits to divine truth’s worth
Exposing transgressions against fake mirth
Repenting for pardon that conquers wreck.
Carnal goals with their deceit… I ought to face
As my mind is illumined by God’s light
With assured vision for heavenly flight
Toward courage to walk tall, blest with grace.
Motives reflecting shame… I need to see
As my faith learns to perceive genuine glow
Against hypocrisy, pride of false show
Living in wondrous love with freedom glee.
Intents lurking as ghosts… I must not fear
As my Lord assures His presence of peace*
Governed by great wisdom that cannot cease
Securing me while others gladly cheer.
*Philippians 4:7 - And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
July 8, 2025
Honorable Mention, "1404" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/20/2025
ruthless proportions
midnight feast on emotions
rebirth from curses
I always question why I want to do this?
Why do I spent hours figuring out how to make a full-time living as a poet.
Should I be doing this as a profession?
Is questions I have on a regular basis.
I admit I have selfish reasons on why I'm doing this, but I wouldn't still be passionate about poetry if I was doing it solely for money.
Especially when people told me I wasn't going to made a living off of it.
I know I can serve people, I can change lives, I can be a blessing to others.
I know I'm doing something greater by just using my gift the why God intended for me to use it.
I check my motives to make sure I'm able to handle abundance because so many of us want abundance but not use what we have.
Sun does not borrow light
Flowers do not steal fragrance.
Birds do not mimic songs
Virtues are intrinsic
River flows, breeze blows,
Dawn breaks, dusk falls
Dew drops, child smiles
Beauty blends with purity
Nature is purpose per se
Exuding love, hope and trust
All is without motive
Expecting nothing in return
Why am I tainted with motives?
Why do I expect returns?
Why am I unlike the rest
Am I not a part of nature?