Motioned Poems

Be Still

"Be still…
and know God!"
Present in every
atom, manifestation of being:

The chatter of the day -- 
our desires, fretting,
unsettling nature of seemingly
sometimes fathomless night – 

can turn us, unwittingly from
ever alert angels~ vigilance
of inner eyes

who see all, inner
ears, ever listening
to a song of love, a tacit
sense of divine vibration~
an ever present, eternal touch
realized as awesome supernal 
intimacy – 

               God is
juice of every heartbeat,

every fluttering leaf motioned
by his spiritual breath – 

every cloud,
every beam of sunlight, glitter for a sail
of constantly changing, evolving shape and color
leading us to lofty awareness, 

for conscious 
relationship with the omnipotent love who made us,
and eternally guards while journeying with us…. 

We are never alone

division from one another
from beautiful Core Source, a lie

an illusion in the theater of Time and space

to eventually be dissolved….

Little People In Your Hair

A stranger walked up and motioned to me
You have moving things in your hair
I felt and sure as there's a heaven above
There were five tiny folks living there

Invited them down and to join me
They reluctantly climbed onto my hand
The language they spoke wasn't english
It was foreign but I could still understand

I asked them how did they get up there
They said they rode in on the wind
To help the world be a better place
And on me, their hopes they have pinned

They arrived ten thousand years ago
Until now they've been searching in vain
Maybe, just maybe the time has come
We'll get back to the start once again

We'll live and love without any question
Of colour, of country, of creed
In a world with such joy and devotion
No corruption or killing, no greed

I promised to try with all of my heart
To help people understand
The only thing really important in the world
Is the love of our dear fellow man

I Listened

To motivation I listened.
Daylight greeted, and bid farewell
but I still listened.

Night came
Peeked though the window,
watched as I roamed around
comprehending what I had listened to.

Days turned to weeks,
and weeks to months,
then years, almost in unison
Yet nothing came about 
I listened still 
to motivation like a 
motive motioned to 
evocate.
 
I believed and crazy I was labelled
I fell and laughter 
erupted from their throats
hoarse yet mockingly infectious.

"You can't do it", "you're only a dreamer"
they mocked and concluded.
But I still listened
Diligent, helpless
yet submissive to conquest,
and now 
I listened,
conceived, and attainment is tied
around my soul's
successor, for thee who listens
in abundance gift's he shall obtain.

pain

Pierced through the apex
Emotion motioned to motive
Aligned with hate
the virtue of anger
condoning the blatancy of a shelly fate.

Satan and Me

So I kneel to the beast 
while fresh blood
drips from his horns 

I’m a new arrival
and he has yet to determine 
my punishment 

I motioned to speak 
and he quickly put his pitchfork 
upon my lips

‘I choose fire for you’, he said
in a deep thunderous voice
and he wept 

Why cry for me, dear Satan 
I thought 
and he could hear my pleas 

He grabbed my arm and threw me
down an unending pit
where curious souls swirled around me

I would land in lava
hot painful lava 
and there I would simmer and cry

My screams would shatter
ordinary glass 
if there was any to be held

But then a light, my savior
a guardian angel 
fresh to fight the demons

And he would win today
and lift me from my melting point
to bring me to the pearly gates

Damn the devil and his demons
a pure heart can never be defeated
today I dance with the angels

the last minutes of the Titanic

the band leader motioned for the men to keep playing
They were not getting off alive, but they could go down with music
confusion and yelling was heard from all sides of the deck
cowardly men were dressing like women, hoping for a life boat seat

the kitchen was breaking apart now
you could hear loud cracking and groaning
sturdy white cups for third class were falling out of cupboards
also the pretty cornflower plates for the regular passengers

in short order, the gold leaf fine china would be hitting the water
the band leader and his brave men kept playing
they could hear sobbing and screaming then another loud crack
the iceberg had torn into the middle of the Titanic

She flew up into the air, and then hurled herself down
plunging into the icy waters with an unnatural rapid force
Eight hundred died that day, and seven hundred lived
The bandleader and his men walked into heaven together.

Being a Robotics Team Sponsor

But where is he? Asked the assistant team leader with panic in his voice.
He was looking for the competition sponsor, Mr. Larry Royce.
The seventh grade team was snickering, but not helpful yet.
They knew that their principal was going to have an enormous fit.

It’s not our fault we are elaborate thinkers, the robotics captain said.
She motioned to a robot whose face was turning a scarlet red.
That’s Mr. Royce, she admitted. We turned him into a little bot.
assistant team leader became the sponsor, that minute, on the spot.

Linger

Moments mirror  
slow-motioned silhouettes,  
suspended in the still  
of trickling time.

Your hands  
have yet to feel me,  
though I've never  
felt so touched.

Tangled  
in the tension  
between our bated breath,  
eager to explore,  
altering the air  
now heavy and electric.

Fleeting flashes  
blur between us,  
on the brink,  
summoning the surge  
of a storm yet to break.

Your arms  
weave their way  
around my waist,  
shattering time’s tempo.

Our lips linger,  
and you inhale  
my sigh, slowly.  

Then you kiss me,  
fast and fierce.

Dottie Waits for her Opportunity

Dottie had been looking past the relatives for sixteen days
Staring out the window, at the pasture, seeing angels
They motioned for her to come, but she was never alone.
Her daughter did not understand the death process

A parade of people came in to check on her
Some had so much perfume, they caused coughing
One did not understand Dottie’s appetite was long gone.
This visitor ate a pound of marshmallow fudge in front of her.

Finally, on Wednesday afternoon there was a lull.
Eight minutes between visitors.
Dottie’s soul soared out the window, through the farm gate
Toward her forever home, accompanied by her angels.

In the Daze of the Dance Craze

   I’d never seen a Fox Trot
      nor a Jittery Bug
   Though whenever I’d Twist
      in agony I’d Shout

   But when a Hully became a Gully
     and Monsters like Potatoes were Mashed
   This Jerk got on his Pony ~
     and Loco Motioned those Stoned Phonies

old man who was too easy

There was an old man who disliked the world
Anyway, he pretended it because he was soft.
If a salesman was selling igloos, he would buy.
So, to protect himself, he had to fence himself in.

His wife always said, “he is a sucker for everyone”.’
His heart was so kind, people took advantage of it.
She closed him off from the world after a while.
Because he would go broke giving to others.

An artist, she had a gift with concrete.
She designed them a berm house with a look.
A gruff, mean, nasty old man with a beard face.
He dislikes the world, she motioned to her man.

Salespeople ran off, fleeing for their lives.
Most never knew they missed their easiest sale.
Husband was content too, for they had money now.
Keeping enough so they could retire comfortably.

I Die

It felt as though I could not breathe a breath.
My arms and legs were made of heavy stone.
I could not move as though no flesh or bone
and I was primed and waiting for my death.

His fiery eyes caught me in thoughtful gaze.
He stood his deadly scythe upon the ground.
This specter took a somber look around,
then settled eyes to rest on mine in craze.

The hooded figure motioned it was time
that I should attest my final goodbye
and meet impending death with calm sublime.
I leave this earthly place a paradigm.
Amid glad tear and heavy sigh I die
as tolling bells begin to sound their chime.

The Only Christmas Present I Want

The only Christmas present I want is to see my sister, I said.
My husband took a deep breath, but agreed to the six hundred mile trip.
This was 1970, and airline tickets were too expensive, so we would drive.
When we got into town a person at a four-way stop sign waved.
I did not recognize her, because she had gotten a new car.
She pulled over and motioned for us to pull over too.
It was my sister! How weird.
We had travelled six hundred and three miles.
She had not known we were coming, and we ended up at the same sign.
I jumped out of my car and into hers. My husband waved good-bye.
He was going to our mother’s house to take a nap. I was invigorated.
My sister said “Let’s go up town and look at stuff.”
“Sounds great!” I said. We had a terrific day.
We had not seen each other for five months, so we had to catch up.
We stayed up until two a.m. talking. Not tired in the least,
“I can sleep on the way home,” I told my sister, and I did.

Hi Mrs Kay

A school counselor was walking down a hallway.
Hi Mrs. Kay
Hi Mrs. Kay
Hi Mrs. Kay
One of the kindergarteners got up and hugged her.
This is a no-no.
They are supposed to sit silently waiting for their bathroom turn.
Two more kindergarteners got up and hugged her.
When three more started to stand the teacher said
“I know you love Ms Kay,  but this is a no-no.”
I said “I kind of needed this today.”
At this point the teacher motioned for the rest of the class to get up.
They all hugged me including the teacher.
Only people who have never had this would ask me “Why do you teach?”

Leticia Gets Spooked

We all knew how spooked our cousin Leticia gets.
We knew when she saw the skull she would pitch fits.
Should we warn her? Asked my Aunt Little Bits.
No way! We kids yelled. That would be the pits!

The skull was sitting about sixteen feet away.
I was afraid Leticia might not see it today.
I motioned past her, in a playful way.
She didn’t even turn, so she never turned gray.

Let me try said our cousins the two we called the Mikes.
They cajoled and coaxed, but there was not even a yikes.
A spider crawled out of that skull and I let out a scream.
Undoubtedly the loudest one ever experienced on Halloween.

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