REPORTOIRE OF THEMES
improvised
performance
with
variations
according
to mood
a
synaesthesia
of opportunities
in
meaningful
interpretatIons
devoted
to
absolutely
quiet
orderly
security
&
compatibility
reflected
drifting
orchestrated
combinations
attesting
to
immediacy
in
virtuosity
with
harmonic
moments
with
feeling
motivates
personality
Usually, most men know right from wrong
Not everyone lives by the rule of the jungle
Women aren't impressed with posture
Except those with seriously shallow souls
Ladies want to be treated like ladies
Consideration always!...cocky and uncaged charm...only when the beast is chained!
Only some pigs prefer kissing beneath the starry sty
Men like that aren't real men
Especially when they brag about what a stud they are
A nasty nest of negative morals motivates
Disparity awaits their victims
Violence always seems to be in the mix
Angry little boys who break their toys
Now, their littlest toy is their biggest joy
Courts need to enforce stiffer penalties
Even if they're the president
Sex isn't just for your pleasure pal...you should already know that...you pig!
I really like to listen to music when I do home chores:
It inspires, motivates, relaxes, recharges me
Staying alone, I put headphones in and think
When it's bad, when it's good, painful, joyful,
When in doubtful, anxious and loneliness sets in
It helps thoughts flow in the right direction
That's the right thing I do, I feel smooth
I do this often when I cook scramble eggs
Music is my backgound sound to beat eggs
The scrumbled eggs were always delicious,
Juicy and tender to cook with some spices
Same with people nearby, music makes you aware
I always feel them so warm when I do the cooking
Music makes me feel considerate, bright and close
Just like music, the people and scrambled eggs
I always feel fascinated the things I love to do.
I love the weather when it's dark,
Also, I love it when it's clear.
I love the trees full of leaves,
Also, I love it without green.
I love the bright light,
Also, I love the darkness sometimes.
It's all about the positivity and negativity,
Both the things gives me peace,
That makes everything same.
Yeah, days come when it becomes worse,
But the darkness itself helps me to cry, for hiding my pain, and letting me know myself more.
Yes, daylight helps me to enjoy the peace, smile a lot,
But sometimes both gives me happiness.
It's same—everything,
It gives me happiness anyways.
Yes, the trees full of green motivates me,
But trees with only branch tells me, "You are enough for yourself."
Maybe I'm wrong, but am also right sometimes.
It's okay for you to struggle.
In the end, we die in peace.
Befriending the day and night, I just found immense pleasure.
In case it gives me happiness,
I love the bright light,
Also, I love the darkness sometimes.
It's all about the positivity and negativity,
Both the things gives me peace,
That makes everything same.
My maze is a startling delusion,
confounding explanation.
Somewhere a goal, a dream,
a meaning
motivates me through,
a dynamic labyrinth of my own making.
Every choice opens another passage,
creates a new array of choices.
A long and convoluted passage,
distracted by lies and torturous
anger.
Pride leads me away,
a rat to his cheese.
Easier ways pave comfortable,
even pleasurable excursions.
Rarely, leaving an opening to meaning,
but often winding away
in ever-expanding walls and halls
of hollow treasures and moldering fame.
Desperation pulls me
To rise above the choices.
To meditate within the dreams.
To rest and trust in reality
Walls and halls now become highways.
Blue skies illuminate the lies.
Like street lights leading to the truth.
No fake, phony, counterfeit, bogus
I am a altruistic lover, listener, helper
Who inspire, motivates, and encourage
Yes, I can be introverted sometimes
I also can be humorous, playful and joyous.
The eagle eye who has great insight
The lone wolf who known to work alone
The tortoise who longevity speak for itself
The black panther who camouflage well
The loner who enjoys own company
The special one who love leaves impressions
The unique one who sees through the lies
The individual who needs no validation
The divergent thinker who seek solutions.
It took a group to initiate a narrative
It took a multitude to destroy my image
It took a mob to ruin my reputation
It took a diverse of hitmen attempts
It took a legion to use witchcraft
It took posses to keep sharing posts
It took the masses seconds to believe it all!
I fought alone and still standing.
Get to know someone before you destroy their life
joining others based on he/she said gossip.
No weapon(any) form against me WILL NOT prosper!!!
Who's this, that makes a poet's soul,
and motivates the heart?
Who exposes one's true yearnings.
in depths that's set apart.
What stirs the scribal cauldron's lust
that moves the pen to write?
What mysteries the quill brings forth.
does wisdom forge the light?
I know not where the winds may blow
as passion dwells within.
But I know this, that I will write
that truth is next of kin.
Deep in the canyons of my mind
that screams for sweet release,
I can't contain that precious brew -
a tide that cannot cease.
The universal Master's hand
this most precious of all gifts.
Is likewise host to beauty's fest
and healer of all rifts.
It took guts for him to choose it
The society made him pursue it
Under the high pressure of sunset
Without been assured that he would make it
He took the step to maintain his outfit
Obi will never remain a boy
Travelling down the road
He met her
He took her hands and paid the price
They came together and gave a rise
In the shade of his hustle, there she lies
Making meals with the things he earns
The boy is now a man
While the little called him "papa"
He worked extra to provide for two
The burden was much
But he never complained
He moves along with his dear beloveds
Just to push their fates to climb the hills
He motivates even when he is down
He provides even when it’s dawn
He deserves to wear the crown
The crown of a hero
lost love all sorts
motivates not
any good reports
move cold to hot
such own sigh wish
gone now eye next
one here blue dish
without pretext
ready confess
real life unfold
death not success
ends life untold
when guided by a selfless heart
life aspirations are in part
truth that motivates
conquers worldly hates
collections of a soul's fine art.
I could watch you all day
Listen to your velvety voice
as I dream the hours away
I wonder, is that OK?
A waste of time
some might say
Granted...that may be true,
but what's more beautiful than you
They don't know the sublime
Needs adoration's attention
Unadulterated affection
The crave of connection
You're my fantasy incarnation
Infatuation's insanity
Delirium's dream
Passion's pledge
I can watch you all day
and into the stretches of the night
till the flooding of dawn's light
You're my delight,
my escape
from pain to pleasure
A dose without measure
of bliss
Imagining that kiss
Is sweet enough
Escapism's ecstasy
takes me
above and beyond
my mundane reality
I could watch you all day,
What's the harm?
Your brand of charm
makes me sway,
and there's simply no way
I'll give you up.
You'll never know
when loneliness lingers
and sorrow stifles
Your smile scintillates...
it invigorates
Motivates
to move on
from dreary night
to dauntless dawn
Thanks for the rush, Ji Chang Wook,
my celebrity crush.
Eileen Manassian
Dedicated to Ji Chang Wook, my favourite South Korean actor. He's phenomenal... and celebrity crush! ;)
By George P. Lumayag
A patriot digs and builds a castle underground like an ant.
A patriot reserves much food underground like an ant.
A patriot reads the minds of miners to protect the queen's castles.
A patriot poetically motivates the people to build a web of castles
to protect themselves from the fires of the dragons.
If the patriots do things right like ants,
they will be safe in the future.
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painstakinly
plotted
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arranged
regularly
contiued
motivates
things
of life
times
undertood
by
editions
made
for happiness
The Mother Sun no longer embraced me
No more adrenaline rush that motivates me to get up
Breakfast seems bland, faded colors of rotten apple
Unfurled window curtains is the angle that I see
Unheard thoughts of forks lying in the kitchen table
Deafening silence devours me, I am alone with this empty cup
Nostrils reminded me of reek of unlit cigarettes
Counting those days to reminisce about your existence
Comical drama is no longer my daily routine
Friction of emotions ignited thy mere silhouettes
Longing for your gentle touch before when I was your queen
Hear me universe, burn the wick of the candle to end this existence
Silhouettes at the wall is the angle of what I see
Longing for your gentle touch as you held me at your bicep
Unseen towering shadows into my doorstep
Series of dread and pain that hinders me to get up
Void of darkness devours me entirely,
I lost at the battlefield so I ended up not fighting
I hope you're well in that delicate paradise
Only the image of you, picturing this unbrewed coffee
He looks shy, timid, and withdrawn, as though he knows nothing.
Yet, astuteness whirls in him like monsoon floods in a dam.
He is an ace at intuitive thinking and judging.
He's a lively lion, though he looks like a little lamb.
He composes music. He plays it. He sings in gladness.
Fervour, fondness, and fluency flame in him like fire.
He is calm even in times when he sings in his sadness.
His strength, staunchness, dedication, and devotion inspire
He loves the complex; tests the untested; tries the untried.
Waves and vibes of optimism flow from them; chill and thrill all.
His thoughts, words, and actions never have any tinge of pride.
Between good, bad, great, and small beings, he doesn't build a wall.
He motivates each marred mind as he moulds his masterpiece.
There, in his soul break, seen or unseen, waves of cosmic peace
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