Long Motivates Poems
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In order for us to redeem the time we need to give God our best
and be willing to do all He asks as proof of where our faith rests
as it's not about how much you've given but has your faith been consistent
in offering all you have to God with a loving persistence
to be thankful when receiving any and all blessings that come from God
and responsible when you get them and holding them in the highest regards
but to offer anything to God that costs you nothing at all
is the difference between true sacrifice and just giving a lip call
for it's not about just talking the talk, it's about being willing to walk the walk
what motivates us? and what is in our hearts?
are two of the things that most concern our Lord God
to be about giving God your best, as He's the only one whom you need to address
there will be times of difficult instructions when you choose to follow His commands
there will be some hard choices to make that you may never come to understand
yes God will test you to determine your faithful resolve
but if you place your trust in Him some mysteries in your life may be solved
and when making a burnt offering to God it needs to be free and whole
coming from one's heart with the surrendering of one's soul
so never offer God anything that costs you nothing to give
remember it's only by His grace and mercy that you even live
Abraham was so faithful to God he was willing to offer his only son
his hope for the future, his heritage, his legacy now under the gun
about to slay his only son until the Angel of God appeared
and told him, "don't touch that child", for we know of God you now fear
he was willing to make the sacrifice and give all that from him God desired
no matter how hard, no matter how difficult to follow the instructions God inspired
hand God your hands and let Him have control
adhere to God's plans and surrender to Him your soul
trusting in what He instructs you to do
believing His blessings will then rain down on you
God has much in store for us when we follow His instructions
and will supply all our needs with His providential productions
His word is the pathway to promise and the roadway to righteousness
His love is the gateway to glory and the highway to holiness
so don't offer God anything that costs you nothing in life
for He made the greatest offer to you with the crucifixion of His son Jesus Christ
When does a child become society’s child?
Some children are forced out of being children
Some are put back into children mode which is hard
The fact that this happens is because of parents not thinking
The parents either separated, divorce, or worst case died
When a child is faced with this it is hardship it can’t recognize
When a child either lost or got separated from parents, why?
That’s when society takes the child and moves them
But at that moment of time the child does not understand
Children are forced to rely on their own thoughts and Idea
Which is very young and not as factual, but they still know
The child has to grow up fast, its just nature its protection
The growth of emotion excels beyond a child that has parents
The point that I am making is that the child needs the adult
The symbolic of guardian, safe, reliable, kind, lovable, informational
The problem I am going to explain is that it is not always there
Children that grow fast, has fifty, fifty chance of growing normal
But adults are to blame after taking this chance of mentoring
Sometimes the adult belief is that they are too young to know
But it’s not that, the problem is growth of emotion and idea
Without limitation that they can see in front of them
Children out grow their physical body in mentality
Parents is the key to limiting the emotional growth of a child
There is no doubt that fostering and adoption has been great
But this does not solve all the pain and sorrow that the child has
It is bottled in there soul, I do not know how to heal that yet
But in theory loving them and showing them gentleness
Is what they need, but Society does not have room some times
Because of this children that has parents still have problem
It’s needs to be known that parents should even go to classes
To have a child is to have knowledge of the child expectations
Society gives lots to parents that need it, but they need education
If a person wants a child they should at least go to class
Once or twice a year to see what motivates them to have the child
It is not always money; it is friendship, love, care, and the need
Humanity is always looking to get closer to each other
This includes children who do not have parents, singled out
Society is made of people and people who do not have a child
Well, they should be able to foster one or adopt.
her name is not even mentioned in the Holy Scriptures
but the widowed woman who gave two mites left a lasting picture
when no one mentions their name most people get put out
but who cares about a name as long as God's business you're about?
as quick as she was mentioned in the text she was gone
but she left us a legacy on which to build on
it's not about you giving in a big flashy way
it's not about giving grudgingly and then proudly walking away
it's not about the Pastor calling out the amount of money you've given
it's about giving from the heart and how in Christ you're living
Jesus pointed out this woman's deed as something we all should discern
to give freely and sacrificially is what He wanted His Disciples to learn
to give your last two cents, what would it mean to you?
she gave her last two cents, would you give yours freely too?
in the Biblical days there was no such thing as Social Security
most widowed women lived in abject poverty
but she gave all she had, she did what she could
she gave from the heart and Jesus saw that as good
but what if it were you in the same position
what would you do? what would be your decision?
your last two cents coming from your heart
your last two cents priceless in the eyes of God
to give from the inside in tune with your spiritual self
as giving from the heart is not measured by one's wealth
as those who give thousands they tend to do it just for show
but to give your two cents worth is how you spiritually grow
so what motivates you when it comes to the Lord Christ?
what is the underlying provocation that rules your life?
the amount of money that you give is what mankind uses to measure
but the motivation for giving is the thing that God treasures
God can't use what you give if it's not freely given
it matters not the amount it's about how you're living
we want God to bless us but to Him we rob and short-change
He only asks for ten percent and even that we can't seem to maintain
we wonder why what we pray on doesn't seem to manifest
yet we aren't willing to put our two cents worth to the test
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the blessings of the Lord add wealth without troubles
the blessings of the Lord only by Him can be doubled
your two cents worth would you give it to God?
your two cents worth make sure its coming from the heart
I write to you with nothing
I write to you not knowing who I am in you
I write to you with just thoughts, ideas of the ideal man
Dear father I write to you in prayer, with my knees on the floor, in thought and with hands in the air
Father I sing to you
I praise you and see your hand everywhere
Father I write to you with tears and a pain only flesh may bleed to please
Father I see you seeing us from heaven and in wonder that you have left your son in each of our hearts, leaving us wondering how much we mean as your sons on Earth.
Father Oh how great thou art, crafted in living
How much you mean to us.
Dear loving Father.
A father who motivates, greatness in morals and being an example
Dear Father oh how you have molded me in age, vision and in your xyz of principles
Father I watch you in awe
Watching your chess moves of living and being the king of our home.
Tat'omdala indoda which knows to respect and love
A Father I hope to be, how I mean to be you and walk in your enormous shoes
How much you mean to us.
Dear Father who isn't there.
How much I mourn your presence.
Dear Father how could you let me hang in a flag of colourless colour as I motivate to motivate being a man.
Dear Father how much I mean to have seen you hold me and just say four letter.
Dear Father I write to you with my tears and emptiness
In my pain of hoping I may finally have someone I look like, who may correct my wrongs
How much you mean to me.
Dear selfish Father
Oh how I hate you
Dear Father may you be blessed in a terrible sorrow
Father I write to you hoping you'd just say sorry and not return as it is you I scorn
Oh father who abused and hit my mother in days of intoxication
Oh father who never gave me anything, not even a name
Oh how much your actions of pain have removed the manliness in man
How much you mean to me
Dear future fathers.
May money and pride never seem to appetise you
Fathers may you be real men who love their daughters and duplicates enough to mold them into real instruments of a better world
Dear future men, may morals still be applicable to you in spite of all this twerking and foolish deeds
Dear men I write to you for you to love and honour your wives
And to continue growing as I honour how much you mean you to me.
The Selfish Knight and His Lady
Sixteen pieces for me
Allotted the same for you
But, it always begins with Me first
Unless the 'me' is you...
Whereupon, like Alice in her checkerboard world,
It's up to me to find our way.
It's up to you
To find my way...
I have been both pawn and knight
(never bishop nor king)
And our Queen moves so many ways
She never fails to make me spin.
"Capture the Queen,
Capture the Queen..."
I hear the forever cry
Emanating from the bishops
Holed up in their towers...
Chanting fealty and Romance
Singing of lady-love and noble favors
As I plod forward, a foot-soldier,
Or jump in frenzied el
The maniacal knight
An endless quest...
For her turn
(Your turn, that is, my Lady)
Comportment and Courtly manners
To match Courtly silks and tresses
Follow you in saffron mornings
All through glades of twayblade and cocksfeet;
Ever gathering, ever in the light
While light be present...
'Til evening's soft glow
Guides you home.
Took long years for one mortal
To build a pointed arch.
Arms extended
Through other arms
And tokens and chivalry pristine,
To your lofty heart.
But you removed the keystone
And that house of worship fell.
Unlike Samson in Gaza
Yours was no righteous strength
But some preternatural power
Summoned forth from within.
Sui generis
An altogether different vacuum-genesis
As lightning came from a dark, deconsecrated space
Not creation, but Her black twin.
As it was, so I deserved.
So here we are
Moveable pieces of glass cliché,
Infidels to the universe of Good
Imprisoned on a board
Within a game
Of skill, a game
within mirrors, a game
Within infinite possibility and paradox
Moved by, after all, an unknown hand.
And still, after all that, it is my fault.
We all learn that
Glass pieces, when struck,
By light, or love, or luck
Make fine parade of color
But cast no shadow.
Well, not
The hollow ones fashioned like you,
The one imprisoned my soul,
Turned prism opaque,
Forced the flight of radiant light...
But, fine pieces they do chip,
Or splinter,
Or break.
That's why they move
When someone shouts,
"Off with her head!"
So it is, after all
This fear which motivates ...
And dispatches all.
Just for the sake of saying "hello"
Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming
(even posthumously)
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions
of grandeur must be reined in
courtesy horse sense and Whoa!
A short time ago today
(the ides of March 2021)
upon returning from nearest LIDL
(located at 1831 E Ridge Pike,
Royersford, Pennsylvania 19468
Latitude: 40.1845 Longitude: -75.5360),
I realized too late the opportunity
to exchange pleasant greetings
with another resident (a young man,
who shares a similar physique
to yours truly).
Preoccupied removing comestibles -
predominantly nine plastic
gallon jugs of distilled water
(tightly packed within large suitcase,
which luggage formerly
belonged to Boyce Harris - papa)
the notion occurred
(ex post facto).
Cursory aforementioned observation,
(viz forfeited interpersonal opportunity)
unexpectedly impetus awoke
regarding said unnamed bloke
(who I've seen scant
number of times before)
friendly exchange thus didst evoke
idea to craft poem,
cuz pleasant demeanor
generates figurative chain reaction
livingsocial among other
(mostly elderly) folk
here at Highland Manor
this credo to befriend others I invoke
(by Dickens) with little
or no great expectations
motivates me to risk
playing game of life no joke,
but good humor a masterstroke,
one generic American notes tis oak
kay for yours truly not to poke
intrusively, (albeit rudely
he thinks) and possibly also stoke
antipathy by ignoring
formalities of pleasantness
in either case saddle and yoke
me with unflattering
nom de plume.
Additionally I will allow
enable, and provide tolerance
if recipient of mine genuine
companionable intent
declines overture as potential
future bosom buddy
and/or sounding board,
plus will defend self
against blistering, excoriating, scathing...
metaphorical nonetheless hurtful assaults
against mine brow
will not figurative undermine
paltry self esteem, but endow
redoubled effort to risk
making acquaintance(s) and consort
with persons who cross my path
their nose in the air
trumpeting arrogance and how
never be deterred toward livingsocial
such personal promise I vow.
Collect my thoughts and scatter them,
With wild and unleashed abandon.
Close your eyes and embrace the dark,
See many a thought at random.
Picture green lush countryside,
Try to imagine autumn’s hue.
From sun shine to a rainy day,
From cloudy skies to blue.
Where waterfalls run their path,
Through fields with trees of gold.
Ponies graze contentedly,
They grace our land of old.
From village church where clock's chime,
To sheep grazing upon lush countryside.
The busy bustling London streets,
Breathtaking mountains that many climb.
Alas fading now is this beauty,
Whilst passing into the new.
New laws are made each passing day,
Regardless of our point of view.
Our backs are lashed with costly whips,
The more we work, the more we pay.
Baring the scars for listening,
To the spineless deciders of today.
Remember once beauty our land didst hold,
To all hearts dear and true.
Its sinking into fears dark depths,
And there’s nothing we can do.
Forgetting are we of what makes sense,
Of who we are and what is right.
Where freedom of choice is gradually wiped out,
Our identity torn asunder, loosing sight.
We’ve welcomed in so many,
We’re splitting at the seams.
Conformed to foreign laws,
And changed our ways it seems.
To sit back and see our leaders,
Turn us into something that we’re not.
It’s sad to see what makes us who we are,
Turn into something so easily forgot.
Were once our rights took precedence,
Now cast aside to form a queue.
How sad the fear that motivates,
Those who decide, and who pays..Me and you!
And what of us insignificants?
The workers who pay for their clothes.
Who feed them and keep their wallets fat,
Who down the river they have sold?
And at night when dreams come to them,
Never will they have the privilege to view..
A picturesque proud and calm country,
Stolen from all of us, because we let you!
Oh once great nation, so proud and true,
Once we were united.
Through draining choice we have lost sight
Not believing, forgetting what right is.
We still have belief in our lands beauty,
We have deep rooted loyalty inside.
To see plainly and clearly see what is right,
So our identity and Britain can survive.
©.L.Kelly
My destiny..? is preordained & wont be denied
No matter how many times I fail, I gots to keep on trying!
I know...pressure can bust a pipe, but it also can make a diamond.
Enduring lifes' atrocities...gots me striving & shining.
Shining..?, only to be the best...that I truely can be.
Some talked down...some hated...but mostly?, they disbelieved!
As if I couldn't dream, & turn those dreams into a reality.
A man strenght can only be measured, if he over comes his adversities!
Over achiever?, yes!, cuz luck doesn't apply to me.
Becuz, I could've been a Bookie!, who was eradicated by life complacncies!
Wasn't me, so I chose another path.
But, in order to embrace my future?, I most 1st know my past.
The past of hurt!, destruction!, & drugs!
Some one tell me why?,
when black men get money we profess to be thugs!
Entities..? with out a cause, loving just to momentarily ball!
But, with no stability, it's a long , detrimental, & inevitable fall!
Acrophobia..?, we'll die before we hit ground!
Reflecting on our short comings, only to realize we were the ulimate clown!
Asking God to bless me, so I might be a blessing.
Can't forget where I come from, learning from my trials & tribulations.
Gotta be different!, choose a route that's never been chose.
Can't be of this world, yearning for snatch, cars, & clothes.
But, the road of knowledge, cuz I desire to win!
& sleeping on my dreams?, will be the climax of all my mortal sins!
Introspection...looking deep, only to see the real picture.
Praying to God as I take that 1st step, cuz I refuse to be a wisher.
Cuz, man might not get all that he pays for in life,
but he must pay for all that he gets.
& knowing that life don't give a squat about a brother,
motivates my spirit!
Motivation, desire, & plus with a dream.
knowing i'll over come:,
gots me feeling like Malcom Little & Dr. Martin Luther King!
Becuz, it's mind over matter & if I don't mine,
it shol doesn't matter.
Have you ever seen a brother come from nothing, make something,
& climb his way all the way up that tiresome ladder?
Well, it's a 1st time for every thing, & my gift..?, is truely my mind!
I'm claiming 2008, mark my words...This is My Time!!!
~ KNOW THYSELF
Honest examination brings truth
~ KEEP IT REAL
It saves you from the need to convince others through a multitude of words
~ DO NOT MANIPULATE
It is an act of psychological violence
~ BE CONSISTENT
It is the foundation of trust
~ SAY WHAT YOU MEAN AND MEAN WHAT YOU SAY
Why say something that lacks integrity?
~ WALK LIKE YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOING
Predators will think twice
~ ALWAYS LOOK YOUR BEST
Details matter. But do not become vain or conceited. Moderation is key
~ ALWAYS LOOK PEOPLE IN THEIR EYES
It is an act of personal power, and shows you have nothing to hide
~REMEMBER THE NAMES OF EVERYONE YOU MEET.
It brings favor in your life
~ KNOW YOUR SURROUNDINGS
It could save your life, and possibly the lives of others.
~ ALWAYS CHECK YOUR MOTIVES
You have to be honest with your inner-most being, but you should always know what truly motivates you.
~ TAKE RISKS IN LIFE
Count the cost, then go for it with complete abandon
~ DO NOT FEAR CONFRONTATION
The greater your awareness, the less ignorance can control you
~ CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY
Those who speak rashly have not considered the power or meaning
of their words
~ DO NOT BE A BLIND FOLLOWER
It keeps you from drama and from unforeseen danger
~ WHATEVER YOU DO, DO IT WELL
The more blood, sweat and tears you put in your endeavors, the more purposeful you are. It is the building block to building your name
~ WAKE UP AND DO NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP
Stay alert .There is a real enemy, and he never sleeps. You have been warned.
~ BE A HERO
Protect the innocent. Defend the defenseless. They are vulnerable and targeted
~ BE A VOICE FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS
In a world where bad is good, and good is bad, we need bold and courageous people to speak out without apology. For example: "WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN!???"
~ COVER THE NAKED
Whether it is lack of clothing, or dignity, or identity, be their covering. Exploitation is a crime against the human spirit.
~ DO NOT LET ANYONE DIE ON YOUR WATCH
If you see someone dying and you keep going, then you do not know that you are already dead. The life of every soul cannot be priced. We are NOT disposable
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things. ~ Hans Christian Anderson
In the aching of a silent tear,
Soaking through laughter’s voice,
Gentling the darkness, the fear,
With music who sings of our choice.
Rustling in the light, softly glowing,
Wonder beyond our imaginations,
With Him, there is a still knowing,
Breathing joy, the heart’s sensations.
In the hunger of a fervent yearning,
Risking, chancing, expressing…
Spirit’s prayer, the soul’s discerning,
Remembering the value of each blessing.
Dancing through the winds so faint,
Grace overflows the twilight dreams,
Wise like the moon who has no complaint,
As she fades with her soundless beams.
Flowing on the seas, lulling the memoirs,
In soft pastels like the rainbow’s cloak,
Ordinary things glistening like the stars,
As they kiss away the dread night can provoke.
Pearls of compassion smile into the wind,
Washing away the heavy scars of doubt,
Destined for moments His love designed,
Fated to shine with devotion and never burn-out.
It is actually love that makes my life worthwhile.
Love I can’t describe invites me to give freely.
Without love inside, nothing can make me smile.
It is the love I give away that motivates me – REALLY!
In His life, Jesus taught us to think of others,
Refusing to be selfish and greedy, egotistic…
Because He taught us all about being brothers,
And, the humility He teaches is quite simplistic.
Love fully, with an open heart, unguarded by walls.
Listen to the gospel which reminds us to walk in grace.
Believe fully that Jesus comes when His child calls.
Know that this love He gives is a love no doubt can erase!
When I leave this world and meet the One who saves,
I pray that I can honestly say, my life was never ordinary,
Because He made us servants for Christ, never slaves…
With Him inside, there’s more love than necessary.
His love, His light, His gift of eternal life…
That is enough to cause me to be wise,
To give my heart and soul despite the strife.
Because, I know - one day, my soul will arise!