To have your picture on the face of a stamp,
Is a honor reserved for the ones who cultivated change
Among the mèlange of inspiring faces,
Lays the face of someone who served on the basis,
Of freedom
Behind a small black and white picture,
A mighty face lays
With eyes of a fighter,
eloquent hair, neatly parted
The words,
Black white
Trust danger
Defiance hope
All line the bottom
Words of hope, words of courage
That picture is of a strong willed soul
Oh what a wonderful life, one bloke stole
Late at night, she deployed her clandestine runaway
With peers, she warily walked, not knowing where she was destined
Little did she know,
She would make this trip many times again, not knowing what each bestowed
Harsh winter nights, where the breeze grew as cold as coal,
She walked, walked and walked
Till’ days grew into the lines of a bole
She is a freedom fighter
She is a activist
She is a mother
She is a motivator
She is Harriet Tubman
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All at once I absquatulated,
in hindsight now I know why.
The craziness simply escalated,
I no longer held the desire to try.
The pellucid message in silence
is a fierce strong-arm motivator.
Sucked into an act of defiance,
I will not indulge an instigator.
Speaking with a cogent message
I have expunged every syllable.
With no words I have set the stage
for a civil dialog to be permissible.
Now it’s your turn to open it up,
apply for a little bit of restitution.
You must swallow your pride cup
if you want to apply for absolution.
Time to become a showstopper,
no need to be unruly or obscene.
I say ‘Be wise my little grasshopper,
there is more than one jelly bean.’
A father is the reason a child grows up so strong.
A father gives us confidence and the idea to go on.
A father sets the example for his children's way of life.
A father is the head of the house and takes care of his wife.
A father is the bravest who sacrifices for his family.
A father has to go out into the world and be all he can be.
A father is a motivator with every word that he speaks.
A father can be so tough, but he can also be so sweet.
A father's love for his family is unmatched.
A father will go out of his way to keep his family together.
A father is a beautiful figure in any household.
A father will discipline his child if they don't do as they're told.
So take note and let your father be an example in your life,
Because without a father, all we can do is sit back and try.
I’m an Asian
So, I’m civilized!
-Really?
I’m a European; an American white
I’m an Oceania and I’m civilized!
-Really!?
I’m an African
Victim of apartheid
An oppressed black
But, I’m civilized!
-Really!?
I’m a highly educated
Preacher, saint-type motivator
First-class nation of the continent
Aristocratic; elite business tycoon
Yes, only I’m civilized crown
I’m a Muslim; a Buddhist; a Hindu;
I’m a Christian, a Jewish, and a civilized true
I believe in God and holy revelation
I’m religious and a harvester of civilization
I’m an ultra-modernist
I’m a hybrid atheist
I’m the super-food of civilized myth!
-Really!?
-Really!?
-Really!?
Civilization- sneered trade of cultural stage
Famine of fancy in the definitive heritage
All stand on lame peaceful feet to mislead
And invite you to learn from the ownership
Oh! By this word, all are a funny trader
everywhere crawling as hidden viper!
©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25
Is it about time I turned a corner,
And mix with more friends and not be a loner.
Grow with confidence push myself harder,
Nourish my body with trips to the larder.
Walk with my dog who I call Dora,
She's a French bull dog your gonna adore her.
Fill my day with plenty of action,
It's a great motivator and a helpful distraction.
Feel better in myself and people would know,
I'm back to reality with a smile and a glow.
Not to forget a past life on pause,
3years of bad trauma the probable cause.
Bringing up the horrors I saw,
The death of my partner who I miss even more.
The mother of our son and a good one at that,
But it's the time missed with him and where his life's at.
We had so much to do,
And places to see,
Grow old together and cuddle with me.
So hard to forget and realise its no more ,
I love you so much and that love will just grow.
Mandela had the right idea for sure.
How can the law get justice for crimes of a repugnant nature,
That are bought to light 30 or forty years in the future,
When evidence is scarce by nature,
And either party having a lapse of memory that has no cure,
With either party now believing their own lie as a fact of which, they are sure.
In these sorts of cases money may or not be the motivator,
And we may be looking at justice through a dirty window pain,
With Justice not looking to have much to gain,
With no side able to point to a reliable indicator.
So, we come back to Mandela having the right idea,
With a truth and reconciliation forum,
To encourage an atmosphere where forgiveness is more than an idea,
And truth can be seen once more to bloom,
With healing now the only worthy sum,
To be pursued at all costs at such a forum.
On this for me the jury is well and truly in,
Hopefully never to be recalled,
With each member free of such an impossible task,
Of being just to either party after 30 or forty years.
MORTALS like you and I can do great and mighty things.
We can OPEN locked doors without assigned keys. We
can operate UNDER the circumstances or in spite of them.
We NEVER say never or accept the first 'No' for an answer.
We THRUST ourselves into all that we believe in and
ANSWER truly without fear of consequences. We
refuse to be confused without inquiry. We realize
that NOW is the only time that we have to excel.
MONEY is not a motivator for moving mountains.
There is something far superior to material things
that energizes us to do what seems impossible.
OPPORTUNITY often knocks at non-opportune times.
VICTORIES thrill best when we have known defeats.
ENERGY flows from the backs of confidence and faith.
We must RESIST the devil and his lies, and he will flee
from us. We must STAND for something or fall for anything.
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
The mission, leaving all better, a little more sound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
I'm drawn to those whose emotions need a respirator
By listening; I lift shouldered weights of life's compound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
Caring always, not just when convenient, or left, is a crater
Deserving of something stable, I'll be that ground
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
No wasted encouragement in this motivator
Searching infinitely for the lost, I've never found
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
Give me your pain; let me be its ruthless incinerator
Finding the path of truth requires a loyal bloodhound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
Have faith; for evolution, it couldn't be the souls creator
Serving until no drum beat left in my heart does pound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
Youth’s moulder
Jack-of-all-trades
Adviser
Good actor
Thinker, dancer and writer
Good motivator
February 20, 2022
(3/5/3/3/7/5)
How does one know what they are capable of
unless they try?
I stepped on many toes until I found my rhythm
and groove.
I burnt a lot of food before I actually made
something edible.
Many folks want to fly like a pro, but their
wings aren’t fully developed yet.
Crawl first, you will walk in due time, everyone
are at different stages in life.
Don’t let fear paralyze you not to follow your
dreams, let it be a motivator.
Don’t compare yourself with another; you will
know when it's your time to fly.
Alexis Y.
06-21-2021
Hidden flaws cannot be seen
through the lens of a blind eye.
Thus, shadows collaborate to hide hate,
as pretense helps bigotry stay unseen:
but it is there; merely open your eyes.
A collection of tall tales;
History's a false teacher.
Brutality, cruelty, greed, and fear:
are but tools we use to manipulate
and amplify murder to genocide.
War is a God-given right:
pacifists are all traitors!
As effective today as in the past:
for lies are the preferred motivator;
a proven way to control the masses.
We tout our belief in God
when it serves us to do so.
Democracy appears designed to fail:
for it struggles not to be overthrown
by psychopaths with political might.
And ambition is funded
by big money to this day.
When
I
thought
of
more
You promised less
You warned me about my mentor
My co-collaborator
More
The principal patient palling
Do you like score?
You closed the book
More
notes more pitch
Paraphrasing did I mention
In my mind there stepped a shorter song
I crave the pop, primal poem
Less
I discovered the footnotes
It threw its ghost against the sidebars
I heard an even, steeper singing
As of someone gently slinging, slinging
The ripping rating refraining, more, more, more
The slice of melodies whispering to me
never abstaining less
What could there be more purely entertaining?
I crave the more than, melodious motivator
I write this poem, this song I am saying
More
2/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Money
The most preferred content of a bulging envelope
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.
Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades of Chiefs;
Motivator of wildfire ambitions!
Rooms widening for intuitions!
A guarantor of treasured privileges,
Has had people plucked from stagnant villages;
Money is a capital concern to all bursars,
As much, the singular obsession of grabbing misers
To whom making it is pretty hard,
Once with little, turns its fierce guard!
Not itself an edible
But makes each one saleable.
The reward to tune-singing piper,
His beads of perspiration, best wiper;
The trusted charmer of a woman
To nearly all her man says “Amen”
Amber fluids streaming from the light of a Universal Creator
we are the flickering candles of His sacred Temple , His joy
Inside the breath we find our being and in deepest thought,
we discover our true selves;
Nestled in the center of our Universe we co-exist together,
joining forces with nature, we become mountains of strength,
and oceans of compassion;
Angels of altitude descend to earth, to anoint those who
have not yet felt the love of a mother or father...
They are Saintly treasures, unequaled to humans
residing in the inner walls of this beautiful world;
Their motivator wings enclose us with such strength,
that we feel safe and nurtured like a babe in warm waters.
Manipulating light they warm the relic of our souls,
bringing out the heirlooms of our Spirit and breath.
Close your eyes and float softly towards the softening,
polishing their golden trumpets they begin to bring
us closer to the traveler that we are, pulsing with heat,
invigorated by the journey, you are now the heart beat
In your chest, you feel warm, and filled with love.
Namaste
As an African American Black Woman
I embrace my natural beauty
My hair is thick and mid length
My skin is brown and near mid-light
I am full figured in size
I like my slanted slighted eyes
I might be with a few curves
My height is a medium height
My age is a middle-age
I am proud of who I am
Not trying to be whom I'm not
I have alot that I've accomplished
My goals are extended a lot more
Living life to the fullness
As God gives me the Grace to live on
I am who I am; nothing less
I am beautiful, I am a proud black Woman
My natural beauty and wisdom, and much more
Old fashioned, and enjoy the styles
Creative and enjoys walking a few miles
I am a motivator and a philanthropist too
I love to help others this is what I do
My passions are in Real Estate and Fashions
I would love to travel the world some-day
My favorite place to visit is Paris
I thank God for always making a way.
~~~~~Be safe and encouraged.
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