POETIC BLOOMINGS, a site established in May 2011 and which reunites Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.

Archive for the category “Motivation”


Have the will to succeed and overcome obstacles

They say to “keep your nose to the grindstone.”  There’s a “stick-to-it” mentality that works hand in hand with the ability to achieve your goals. George Carlin once said, “Ya gotta wanna” to succeed. Do you wanna? Only you can determine if you have the gumption to attain the pinnacle. Are you driven? Write of the motivation pursuant to determination. “Never give up, never surrender!” ~Jason Nesmith (Tim Allen’s character in the movie Galaxy Quest) Keep on, keeping on and write your poem! 


My words are complete
-ly determined to not end
short of praising God.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019





Inklings of a thought
meant to flourish into something bigger.
The formula is time-worn!
A dash of inspiration,
a jigger of determination,
a teaspoon of perspiration
and a whole lot of time
for it to germinate and grow.
You know what you want to do,
now the rest is up to you succeeding.
Your cartoon is one light bulb too short
to be seen. But your ideas are driven,
they continue to feed your dreams. 

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019


Strive to climb higher and go farther!

We all have an idea where we’d like to be in this life. But how badly do we want to get there? Do you have the ambition to achieve that which you desire? Ambition is a great motivator, but does it come at a cost? Does it tread on the toes of another to get what we want? If we can gain a better place and in the process, lift others up (instead of dumbing everyone down), we can indeed climb higher, go farther, all for the betterment of the human condition. Get fired up, stoke your ambition, and write your poems on how you believe your ambition motivates you!


It’s the meaning of her name,
and I claim there is something to it,
as in days of old testament.

But multiple impediments seized her




Her very soul.

The whole of her,

The light of her,

But her God is not flawed,
nor silenced.
As her spirit returns
and yearns to be,
I see her flame ignite,
and hope shines
Bright as Day.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019



Call it obsession; compulsion,
a drive that keeps me alive to do what it is
I am meant to do. What I am bound to.
I’ve wanted for so long to belong
to a group of like minded minions
expressing the things that live within us.
Nothing and no one can take that away.
Not a soul can control what I am to do!
There is no obstacle that can stand in
my path paved in my intentions.
Blindly committed to my ambition,
a condition to my compulsion,
my obsession. No roadblock to my success.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019


New Imaginings… Great Possibilities

Inspiration, they say, is the mother of invention. But before you can be inspired, you must have a vision, a sight of what you want to do or where you want to go. An imagination can feed your idea to full growth, for everything is possible if you believe it. Even the thought of building “a better mouse trap” becomes a variation of a familiar theme, yet is a possibility once imagined. Where does your vision lead? What do you see as possible. What wide-eyed wonderings could you see coming to fruition? Use your intuition and imagine the possible. Then write your “vision” poem.



© Marie Elena Good, 2019




“You see things; and you say ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not?’”
George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)

A schemer looks for the easy angles
getting the most from the least effort.
He plans quite underhanded,
but never gets his hands dirty.
Flirts with danger, and yet
lets a stranger take his fall.
All his futures are right now,
a get rich plan is all he can stand.
All he can do is scheme
and as such he has no real dreams.

A dreamer holds ideals.
She feels a need to think beyond;
a year, or month, or day from today.
She’ll say, “The world would be
a better place if we face our problems.
Her Utopia sounds nice but
will bore you twice as badly
and drive you mad when nothing get done.
All promises of tomorrow are borrowed themes
and yet the sorrow is, a dreamer only dreams.

A visionary is a scary individual; always
in motion with a devotion to fix what needs fixing.
His contempt for inaction breeds his need
to succeed. No wide-eyed guy is he,
he is focused and undeterred, he’s heard it all
before and swore it can be done. His words ring
true. Imagination and inspiration,
fueled by initiative give him the upped hand.
A visionary is always in demand.
He sees the future and makes it happen. Why not?

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019


Smile through trouble and grow though constant effort!

Through our lives we learn what we do best. And we also come to know what drags us down: our strengths and weaknesses. We can choose to breeze through the good times; we might struggle through the not-so-good times. But we find it is always better to deal from a position of strength. Give it your best shot, with your best shot. Be it physical, spiritual or mental, use your strength as motivation and pen your poem!


“The Lord is my strength and my song; he has given me victory. This is my God, and I will praise him —  my father’s God, and I will exalt him!”  (Exodus 15:2)

My Strength and My Song

When weakness takes me to my knees,
My Father’s arms will lift me.
When terror causes me to freeze,
His truths set all my fears free.

My Father’s Son became my Lord
When I was just a child.
To Trinity’s melodious chord,
My soul was reconciled.

I feel His might.  I hear His voice –
Astounding grace extended
From One whose love compelled His choice:
From Heav’n above, descended.

He is my strength.  He is my song.
I hear His vict’ry ringing!
He’s held my heart my whole life long –
How can I keep from singing?

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

Cadence and final line are both from the Christian hymn “My Life Flows On,” often attributed to Robert Lowry (1826-1899)



Meeting adversity well is the source of your strength.
for the person on the top of the mountain did not fall there.
People do not fail… they give up trying.
Trust that your skill will accomplish what the force of many cannot.
One who climbs a ladder must begin at the first step.
You see, the race is not always to the swift,
but to those who keep on running.
Every today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday
So, do not worry. You will have great peace. Remember,
when fire and water go to war, water always wins.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019



A new destination can provide great opportunity!

On a recent trip to visit my daughter up Ottawa way, I was reminded more times over that the motto of the province of Ontario is “YOURS TO DISCOVER.” How does a discovery motivate you? What discoveries have you made, or would like to make? It doesn’t have to be an earth shattering revelation. It could be as simple as finding out that you truly can stick a square peg in a round hole (if you hit it with a big enough hammer!). Take us on your exploration, and together we’ll discover what you uncover. Poetry is your Ontario. It is yours to discover.



I discovered the simple life I lead
does not lend itself to major discoveries. 

Or so I thought.

Then I discovered something major
in leading a simple life: 


Not as in settling.  As in
being settled.
No big dreams, met or unmet.

Then I discovered contentment
does not breed motivation.

Or so I thought.

But lo and behold,
contentment inspires thankfulness.
Then thankfulness – praise,
and praise – a relationship with my God,
and relationship with my God – contentment,
and contentment – thankfulness …

And I am content
with this



inspiring discovery. 

© Marie Elena Good, 2019




Listen. My own natural voice speaks.
It was discovered quite by accident.
Far and wide have I searched
grateful for these unexpected blessings.
The moments could never be forgotten;
the search will be over and
it took only a lifetime of reaching to realize it.

Ponder the vision beheld and decipher the message.
A poet’s heart believes in all things,
the divine beloved had been waiting inside me all along.
I write to discover new worlds, to unearth buried emotions.
This is nothing new, no surprise;
I want to uncover, slowly discover
slicing through silence with clean, cold precision.

These moments of discovery are revealed at a slower pace
rife with love, they become a new reality,
a million tiny pearls; golden treasures.
I have learned buried treasures await to be found,
if only I could see the secret majesty
hidden among the azaleas with their purple blooms.
There are times that I’ve missed all that is around me.

Now without a moment’s hesitation,
I will long to find the far end of every rainbow,
peaceful natural beauty unfolding in a peaceful and natural way.
Loving freely, shared with new found friends.
The earth is filled with such glory.


We talk of muse. As poets, it can be our best friend. Muse is a kind of motivation. It gets us writing. So let’s get motivated. For the next thirteen Sunday prompts we’ll be inspired by various nudges of motivation. It can be the featured concept, or you may be inspired by the accompanying quote about the subject. Or come up with a quote of your own and expound on that motivation.

As long as we’re on the subject, what motivates you? Write a poem about what moves you to write. Then we’ll delve into the different concepts of motivation.



“So you write your novels, if that’s what you do,
Or scholarly texts, or cerebral world view,
While I write my lighthearted, fun-to-write rhyme,
Then do it again for the ten millionth time.”  ~ Marie Elena Good, 2009

Now sometimes I write some political stuff –
Some downers and bummers, and, oddly enough,
It isn’t dependent on what’s in the news,
Nor spotting and schmoozing with some obscure muse.

What moved me back then and still moves me today
Is the awe of my God – and to this end I pray:
That whatever I write, be it witty or grim,
It will honor my God, and point others to Him.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019




I share my words.
They have become my passion.
I would fashion my thoughts into poems.
But I would never show them to anyone.
No one would ever know my heart
and I would start to doubt the power
that lived in my linguistic pursuits.
I felt smothered under the weight
of their gravity. I felt this need
to dispatch my words into the cosmos.
I would feed my poetic beast,
a feast of the rhymes I would prepare.
And it is there I get my fire.
I have this desire to share my words,
no longer one of my fears,
it brings me to joyful tears.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

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