How can you hate my people as you commercialize our food,
You look at our skin and see dirty lake water.
Believing that we don’t deserve the same as you,
We work hard for our families and are proud.
We learned to be strong and stand up for our rights.
Casting us out like we're not human,
Blinded and taught by hate
Coming from someone that climbed over a wall
To get a space in this wretched place.
You enjoy our music, culture and art
Putting on our Race like it’s a costume.
Let me rip off your cloth like you ripped families apart.
Don’t forget who you're messing with!
We our in the fields feeding your mouths,
Building so you have a place to sleep,
Creating so you dance in the night life.
We are not afraid to speak up,
We are a race of motivators with poor resources.
I am proud to be Mexican,
I love my tan skin, my fiery soul and strive for better.
You can take away everything but you can’t erase the history we will make.
though rather late, I woke up
i might have thought I wasted time in nodding
but what a wonderful dream I had
the hoary woods crew
danced on my eyelids
sourced balsam scent and poppies
the floaters
fresh and cruel motivators
i limp along, with a beard so long, and cane
my knee’s bent, my pace slowing
but shadow’s spreading
as I part my lips, dandelion seeds sail
through gentle
waves of wind toward
generation gaps
the stories
i will tell of flagons, empty dragon’s breath
joy of open eyes
how sunlight revives the tenderness of life
implement the words of Solomon the wise
Unborn child,
wear your crown with pride,
let no man rid you off your worth.
Listen closely to your inner voice,
it holds off no lies nor truths, stay true.
Pave your own way, let not yourself go,
there are far more things to get rid of.
Birth your passions to life,
they will help steer you to greater heights.
Lean not on naysayers, but to closer to motivators.
Live for You, stand tall,
Let no one taint your soul!
Let true love in, neglect what doesn't move you,
Let it be You who you fight for the most.
For You, I'd do the impossible and leave you one day,
to do to your Own.
I love You!
12 February 2023
"The 12 things you'd teach your child" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Take away my shame
They go for the award
I go for the message
They want to be popular
I just want a legacy
They are money hungry
In disguise of motivators
I fish them out and remark them
With the songs of my soul
No wonder they don't love my shadow
They can always smell me from afar
Like the dog they want to be
I wonder why they cant learn
I wonder why they keep on being
Egoistic
I wonder what value they think they
Worth
Just to be number one
In a world of illusion
Take away my shame
And protect my path oh God
Cos there are so many vultures
Waiting in vain just to eat me up
Off curse they got no power since
Am alive
They know who I am
When I step up with my songs
They can't stand the truth
But can destroy it and replace
Illusion to humanity
They worship money
And the rest of us
Worth nothing if we got no names
Am too busy living my life
They are busy comparing my life
I got no hate despite I know
Not everyone I know loves me
This is why I hid to the call
Of nature cos always it
Take away my shame
A dedication
Success
Written: by Miracle Man
September 27, 2020
Success isn’t a life award,
intended solely for the well educated.
The diploma that reads “school of hard knocks”
is often a subject that many have debated.
Success tipped it’s hat to me,
who displayed patience and perseverance.
In spite of all odds, and others,
they became my motivators not an interference.
A chill wind stung my cheeks
The sky was sullen gray,
I pulled my collar to my chin
And made my weary way.
Nothing too exciting then,
Just the daily grind.
Eight long hours of tedium
To stultify the mind.
Push a button, pack a box
There's targets to be hit,
Team leaders, motivators,
It's all a load of s##t.
Clocking in, clocking out
Until the weekend's here,
Then I'm off down to the pub,
To meet my good friend, beer.
Entry for
CONTEST NO 495,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
17/9/18. Placed 1st.
Musical notes become antidotes
Teachers become motivators of youthful hope
Symphonies become beacons from negative yoke
Musical notes dancing with poetic spoke
Wheels in the mind start yearning and turning
With praise and hope and endearments true
Reciting dreams and reciting creative desires
Making his peers expose their joyous tears
Running to better places
Knowing glory is in the effort of all smiling faces
Now hear is a young man, with goals afloat
Ignored those who tried to sink his boat
Glory sings when you see kindness ring
Not when you see little ones pretend a sting
His peers where drowned with happiness tears
Youth has its wisdom as teachers smiled in the rear
Triumph and victory all held dear
If we are on the side of light,
the side of peace,
should we fight negativism?
Or ignore it and it's spread all around us,
becoming a barrier to peace.
THAT is the big question.
If there is wisdom, there should not be any war.
As long as a person is involved with warfare,
trying to defend or attack,
then his or her action is not sacred:
it is mundane, dualistic, a battle field situation.
Few people understand there are motivators other than on the surface.
Fewer still, should try to go to a place, without the full armour of God,
otherwise they will be ill equipped to understand, or have any chance of success.
Life is for the living,
Life is for the loving,
Love is for the giving,
We do live vicariously,
Don't take things too seriously,
Let's make extinction extinct,
How? Let's have a think!
Work and pray for Peace,
For plebs and critters we keep,
Let's preserve more habitats,
For wildlife and people chaps,
Exile brainwashing dictators,
Breed positive motivators,
Redirect capitalism,
Too much conflict over 'isms
Masks our real problems.
World makes too many munitions....
Create diverse solutions,
Too many mind pollutions,
Let's write some aphorisms,
Life is for the living,
Life is for the loving.
1. Spoons and forks, knifes and chopsticks
were invented by the lazy retards
who don't want to walk to the sink and wash their hands.
2. In solitude the soul burns brighter
to find someone or something
in the darkness driving crazy,
worth burning for in the flames of passion.
3. My heaven is the garden of flames;
red flames, blue flames, yellow flames,
a colourful courtyard,
there the beast within is awake,
raining havoc from the inside,
running wild roaring aloud,
there the words flow like flooded river,
never enough to quench the fires,
there the passion sparks the spirits high,
burning alive and living again.
you are welcome to visit,
beware, it is my garden of flames,
you can't be picking the flowers.
4. If you can annoy enough people around you,
cut the bonds those that hold with just single threads,
they just slow you down from being among,
others won't stop you,
from being
the inspirers, motivators, role models
for the next generations to come.
I have been sleeping for a year and a half
It's like taking a gap year from reality
I have dreamt
Dreamt of many things
I've seen and met people
Had great times and some sad ones
Have seen the true friends and the fake ones
Have seen my motivators and the opposite ones
But my dreams have come to a finality
It's time to wake up to Reality
With lessons learned this time
Lessons learned from the big break I took
Building myself and those around me
Things I should have done a longtime
With all said, I'm ready to take this challenge, Reality
Be a ride of a lifetime
To hate your haters
is never in your favor
just pray a prayer
and let your haters be your motivators
never look up but above
An don't hate your haters, save it for love
so stay strong and never give up
to let the haters know enough is enough
your more than different
and that makes you tough
Professional motivators,
The bus conductors,
Always in command of "go forward"!
He was an ordinary man
with an ordinary head
sat on
his ordinary body.
On his right side he had,
one arm, one leg.
On the other side
he had what was left
another arm and leg.
He had an ordinary face
with an ordinary smile.
His walk?
Now that
too was ordinary,
so was his talk.
There was nothing special about
him and also nothing unusual.
Not invisible like cellophane
not vibrant like the flowers it holds.
He doesn't really sound like you does he?
You're not really ordinary are you?
Certainly you are one of a kind, unique!
Your parents told you so-
Your teachers certified it-
Authors guaranteed it-
Motivators ingrained it.
Then how did this man
slip through the cracks?
With everyone else being different.
With everyone else being unique.
How I ask you is it,
that with billions of people on Earth
all so different from one another...
How is it that only one man,
was so...
ordinary?
Not divine enough to deliver scriptures
Just a uncommon erector or life depicter
Unapoligetically painting pictures,
that expose the sinister.
Like these spiritually damaging supposed ministers
Preying physically upon our undeserving young brothers and sisters
Or politically inspired facade motivators
Attempting to build the highest encasing for elevators
Those with unapparent inclinations to deceive the nation
I pray till incoherent no reservations relieve my brethren
Searching for something more absorbent to our children than playstation
Waiting for an understanding heaven sent blessings for the fallen
And my thought process at times transgressed
Hard fought this stress nights could not rest
Send deep breaths through chest have many regrets
light sleep distressed were blest through tests
I spill my mind on the canvas like blood from open arteries
To heal the blind go bloodless like twice chosen batteries
Ran races with madness the finish line held tragedies
Then escaped that sadness now I spread these realities.
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