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She used second-hand water.
Water which had first been used to scrub vegetables, or rinse the dishes.
And poured it over her red geraniums with loving hands
Waste not, want not....that was her motto.
In offering such hand-me-downs to her flowers, ....they cared not. ....
For her own apron was a hand-me-down...made from a worn out shirt. ...
In her small way it simply told
how she had learned to cherish what matters most.
That even the smallest things, have value.
Her flowers seemed to know her gentle way, her tender touch...
You half expected that when she turned away,
the flowers would leave their place to follow her,
the way the kittens followed from the barn when she came up from milking the cows.
There may be other languages of love,
But those stubborn red geraniums would not die...
they simply bloomed brighter and brighter,
as if they understood whose tender hands were there for them.
Written for my Grandma....who loved her garden...
The human troll
He was the tallest man I have ever seen, bigger than the rest
he had one big eye, a lantern, seeing wide and a smaller eye
seeing inwards; he retired as an airline pilot at 75.
He preferred to fly at night alone under the stars listening
to the symphony of the galaxy.
His motto was discretion, not for him to write a book hanging
out anyone, like when he flew explorers, sledges and dogs
to the Nord pole and said nothing when the fearless men
took the glory and got their names in the newspaper.
When he finally retired, there was not a word of his exploit
no king’s medal, no flags were waved.
He had his memory like when he landed on the Savannah
when the elephants played the trumpets to his honour and
The lions wagged their tales.
No one knew where he came from; he never told me
I guessed from a mountain somewhere in the hinterlands
the day he disappeared, the earth shock, I knew he
had been a troll trying his luck in the human world
Written by Korrie Motto and Koochi Ming
Never wanted to be that guy
you never wanted
never wanted to be that man
you never could understand
never wanted to be that Boy
you thought was crazy
let be
let be
leave me alone
Whispering on memories
some of these are careless
whispers
It amazes me
whats been going on
I'm startled to see
past the
love and admiration
part of me
don't wanna be the focus
of your song
I wanna love
and be in love together
when it's all
about you
It leaves me all alone
I wanna be loved
I wanna be needed
I wanna come home
and be greeted
I wanna make love
over and over
Not you telling me
what I'm feeling is wrong
Never wanted to be
Jerk around and
Us not being together
Never wanted to be
the one someone
wants to leave at home
I Never wanted to be
Pushed aside
while you gossip on the
phone
From the Book Lavender and Marigolds
makes pheasants sweet
and delicious.
Above a cloudy jar of brine
That floated greenish hard boiled eggs,
Beside a Schlitz beer waterfall
That told bar time (ten minutes fast),
A taxidermied Jack-A-Lope
With rabbit ears and tiny rack
Stared marble eyed into the dark.
“We don’t have many Jack-A-Lopes
Back home in any city bars,”
I told a man who served us drinks.
“At prices there, that’s no surprise.”
The barman said without a smile
And told us of the Jack-A-Lope:
Time was you looked, you’d find his kind,
But rarely in these mountain slopes.
They only bred in wintertime
And only in electric storms.
It’s rumored round that milk that came
From mother Jack-A-Lopes could cure
Whatever walks on twos or fours
So rare it was most called it myth
As much as Sasquatch ever was.
Until one day a dowser came
Divining where to dig a well.
And gripping his good witching stick
Could swear he saw the front branch twitch.
He scrunched his eyes and looked again.
“No, something’s in that undergrowth.”
Up popped the branchy antlers of
This fearsome critter, Jack-A-Lope.
Now as it was this dowser had
A more than common whiskey thirst.
And had to live his life downwind
From ordinary decent folk.
Like pictures of Napoleon,
He stuck his hand inside his coat,
Produced a flask of sour mash,
And threw it at this portmanteau.
Some say it hopped away afraid,
But those that know have winked and said,
“That animal attacked the flask;
Without their bourbon Jack-A-Lopes
Will fade away until they’re gone.”
Outsiders paid some license fees
For hunting season, dates of which
Cannot be found on calendars.
The most were poached as trophies for
Hotels, saloons and brothels where
The mounted heads amazed their guests.
No hunter had had an interest in
An animal that can’t be killed
Because it never ever was.
But now so heavy was the hunt
The Jack-A-Lope was soon extinct,
So every one of them was killed
To prove one time they did exist.
The bar grew quiet just as if
Some meaning might be understood.
I pointed at my empty glass
And asked the barman pouring drinks,
“What’s on that plaque below the head?”
“Some Latin words, a kind of crest.
A family motto more or less.”
Where will you live if we allow you to go to the U.K.?
Mulan hesitated. The only witch her family knew was Xianniang.
I will be well taken care of, she assured them.
They did not understand her ways, or the wizarding world.
Who will guard the Emperor if you leave?
She knew they were stalling. Li Shang had this in his sleep.
Imperial China is secure, she reassured them.
You can send letters to me through Minerva McGonagall.
You have powerful enemies, Hua Zhou reminded his daughter.
No worries, she told him, they will have a tough time reaching me.
I will be staying where most cannot go, many cannot find the platform.
The most brave, daring and chivalrous are there. Courage is their motto.
They sound fierce, her mother said. She smiled. “Like my daughter.”
Mushu and lucky cricket danced, thinking they were going.
You can go as far as Gryffindor’s Common Room, she told them.
No further. She looked harsh, but they knew she would fold.
“Let’s do a little magic, let’s play some little games.”
“Let’s create a little havoc by the River they call Thames.”
Mulan was more determined now than ever to leave them here.
She could not wait to put a mute spell on both of them.
The 10th July 2009
7 soldiers died on the front line
Panthers Claw the op was called
Sangin district is where we toured
2nd battalion the rifles had a few bad days
With many a soldier still in that haze
Sangin DC or Fob Rob to others
Left a lot of grieving mothers
The worst fatalities in all the years
Fighting insurgents bringing with it tears
You can't help but to think why
Another of service men and women should die
Others left with life changing injuries
From gunshot wounds to triple amputees
Swift and bold the motto was
But leaving the gates everyone was anxious
Even today 14 years on.
Soldiers struggling feeling they don't belong
Mentally and physically exhausting it is
The mind playing games taking the piss
Rifleman Simpson and Rfn jo Murphy
Cpl Jon horne and Cpl Scot Lee
James backhouse and Sgt Paul mcaleese
William Aldridge lives taken with ease
I know war is war
And casualties happen
But why should this be
Those who survive get PTSD
Actions please us deeper than just words-
though teasers talk up promises so made
with words that sound like songs of pretty birds;
the music's sweet, but sours when pledges fade.
Words flow smoothly, soothing heart and mind
with hopeful thoughts that all too soon escape.
These words that tease are truly not inclined
to fill those hopes that never will take shape.
Actions do please deeper- words just tease
to simply stoke a fire that's never lit.
Just empty words for vows that float away-
from shallow talkers who will not commit.
So disappointed when words stand alone-
that only tease with promises not met-
to then accept the letdown we bemoan
by sham neglect- the sad result we get.
July 19, 2016
Contest: Motto Matters
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
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Note:
The origin of this phrase in its earliest known
appearance (with the exact wording it has today)
is in a work called the Melancholy State of Province,
1736: “Actions speak louder than words and are
more to be regarded.”
However, the idea of this phrase goes back even
further. For example, Michel de Montaigne, who
lived during the 1500s, expressed the following
in one of the essays he wrote:
“Saying is a different thing from doing.”
Reference: google.com
AN APPLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY
An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
So my mother believed.
For, if it rhymes, it must be true.
But I think she was deceived.
The benefit of an apple,
Is not all it appears.
Snow White only took one bite
And slept for a hundred years.
When the apple fell on Newton’s head,
It started a great discussion.
It gave him the theory of gravity.
But it also gave him concussion.
So, beware of the humble apple.
It might be all right inside.
But be sure to wash it carefully;
It’s been sprayed with insecticide.
6th September 2021
Motto Matters poetry contest
Sponsor - Natasha L Scraggs
the nuclear family
In a nation far from here, several big explosions occurred
of such a magnitude, the cohesion of humanity has
the body, the brain, lost connection with the soul
the rebuilding didn't take long in a nation of smart and
hard-working people, whose new motto was "niceness"
Modern houses were built, and smart furniture and shiny walls where
a few nice paintings lacked any marks of intrusive souls hung
Young families had fewer children, one or two, children
tend to get in the way of the prosperity of success
since the land was based on niceness, people got married
without the high, drama that happens when souls are involved
Philosophy, religion and intellectual ideas were absent
TV had little news from abroad but filled programs with
gentle comedy, nice soap opera, and sweet animal programs
when it was reported, the population was shrinking a little
if anything was done about this, but it was getting worse
especially when robots that looked human, and could be
commanded by thought control, came on the market
Many men instead of going true, the trite ritual of courting
bought female robots looking like a beautiful woman of
about twenty-five, who also could small talk
In the bar, they were called C.S. M. D. Y
Then came the male version for women, a nice robot
looking twenty-five forever; after that, fewer and fewer
children born and the population was in free fall
as years went by there were more robots than people
and the nation, which had based its motto on niceness
and had banned aggression, was invaded, and
the original population that was left banished from view
as philosophers said, the people, the survivors
a great
the explosion had eradicated themselves
Rage from the South that spread nationwide
It was the chant for Civil Rights
Names that come to mine are Dr. Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Medgar Wiley Evers and many others
Freedom Riders in their ride for justice as well
This is the exploration back into Civil Rights Memories
The 1960’s was the march in distances for all races and the block of obstruction
Maneuver Brothers and Sisters as we have a mission at hand
Rise up and stir up the need for Civil Rights
Voting rights can’t be a plot to endanger
Togetherness apart won’t accept
It is for good reason to rebel
Good Trouble from Congressmen John Lewis eyes
Spreading the word out to the world in acknowledge
Voice of anguished reason through Dr. Martin Luther King
“We must breakdown the barriers that’s holding the nation hostage as we must make Freedom ring”
Washington, DC, the main focus and center point to carry out the Civil Rights task in voices being heard
Civil Rights must be strong as a solid Mountain
With Faith, Mountains get be moved into victory
Together we must all stand
Civil Rights the ultimate demand
Dr. King was our “Mission Control” and our Leader in keep fighting and don’t stop until victory has won
Dr. Kings efforts was to unite the nation
Civil Rights being reality
I am a product of CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
I stand before you
The motto was, “Never be silent and speak out on injustice”
Civil Rights educated
Dr. Martin Luther King achieved in the Civil Rights movement, but in 2026, the powers that be want to abolish it out
Unconstitutional theory on the minds of Washington, DC
It’s not over until the final chapter of Civil Rights Solvency is completed
From the Mountains to the valleys below extending across the country from major cities after major cities to the fields of the nation, and keep the fire hot and holding steady in fierce in keeping Civil Rights alive for years to come
Dr. King’s dream cannot go in vain
Freedom through Civil Rights must take aim at precise and determination
That’s your motivation
Brothers and Sisters, we all have been called in continuing the Dr. King agenda
We must come together in unity in which was were created with the mission at hand
We will overcome no doubt, and our sunrise and sunset will be our walk on into journey on
Rise up.