Best Adorations Poems
Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman
a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick
—cherry-juice bait dilates your want to taste
orchid woman’s glamorized mouth
for the masses to idolize
for many to fantasize
for her to tantalize
and advertise
there’s no need to compromise
with you
or your penny-candy conversation—
when beauty is legal tender
why invest in a waste of words?
ooh, orchid woman is w-i-l-d
an exotic sun-tanned narcotic
erotic her despotic bloom
quixotic your contemplation;
your entangled-limbs-expectation
that this frilly filly blooms just for you
and oh! just look how the honey makers buzz
watch the money-makers spend their sums—
worker bees blinded by her blonde neon
fall in her wake…
or maybe ‘diamond pro’s’ bling
stings and wrings their eyes
…who cares who falls..
when mere red rose adorations
and sticky sap Hallmark incantations
bear not the fruits of 24-karat donations—
Mmm! Mmm!
her traipse does shake like mango jelly sweet
orchid woman’s long-stemmed catwalk walk
full-rounded bouncy-buoyant racy-lacy-ecstasy
yup.. a thoroughbred— she’ll have you ridin’ high
to your credit and blame
you won’t feel her stiletto tips
when she diva-gold-digs ya
as nothing more than a runway-ramp
all slinky-strut-hips
and stay-the-night-vamp
till fly girl wields her strappy high-heels
in a rhythmical click-clack
all over the next middle-age stage
indeed! orchid woman
a hot-house hottie
fussy stuffy lil hussy—
...too much water?
….not enough water?!
oh no! she’s wilted—
sniffle.. snivel.. “where did I go wrong?!!”
mm-hmm.. high maintenance is s-u-c-h a turn on…
yeah… orchid woman is w-i-l-d (eye roll..)
I’m standing solemnly contemplating
How ageing lighthouses independents
Have become Maritimes normality
With beacons becoming statutory
Now standing shimmering silhouetted
You’re shining flawlessly undemanding
The hopeful monument oblivious
To seamen’s abounding adorations
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.22.2014
Contest: The Lighthouse
Nette Onclaud
7th
Serenade
O butterfly of beauty,the harlequin of Herphrodite,
Cladded in sequin lace and golden floss.
Of royale regale you are sunk in lavender,
And the sequoia of colours beseech thee.
You are the true vine of adorations,
Of tartan floss you glow in majestic revelry.
In flames of passion you dwell in ale of winter,
Of flakes of emotion you tell the tale of summer.
O butterfly of beauty,the beauty queen of herphrodite,
Shaded in the opals of ace and lustre of pageantry.
Vermouth shall be let loose when the mount displays,
And the vintage of opera shall raise the vantage.
The verdant of vino and the lingo of linoleum,
And memories of maiden days lay in royal elan.
From the songs of fairyland you deem comply,
And the tongs of Maryland the theme apply.
Line of inquiry - Ego shorn, here now reborn.
Unselfish Heart
The glow of the unselfish heart
Decorates emptiness with candles
While scattered relics of garden purity
Re-light votives in Babylon
In the gleam of selfless candelas
Nascent tapers breathe new oxygen
In the eternal fire of the Samaritan heart
Lanterns revive requiems for still born joy
As sunrise glimmers of the merciful spirit
Leave tealights in newborn cradles
When icy enigmatic self-adorations
Flee before incandescent revelations of humility
The glow of the unselfish heart
Decorates new naked selves with candles
Swaddled in the first shy blush
Of tingling flambeaus for new butterflies.
7-2-22
Contest: Ego Shorn, here now reborn
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
You said your, heart and love, was mine.
I know now, that was just a line.
Since you stole my adorations,
Along with all my possessions,
From now on, you are known as swine.
Thou’re closed to lagoon; nay any fathom,
Mock with my vile scream and move on.
Myself is only sticking here on my own,
Don’t shed tears when this love is gone.
Trees forgo leaves for winter,
Betraying is a kind of disease for trees.
A **** and the green of summer,
Adultness of nymph for birds and bees.
Thou offence shall never fades away,
All gaffes i did except disloyalty.
O unfortunate dark moon rays,
Thou adorations shouldn’t be greedy.
Shall i build a statue of thou,
Nay god but post of evil,
As my sadness grew,
A sin of heaven will unveil.
The purity of love i defined,
And the name thou concluded,
Dare not to mock with my kind,
The Indian heart and british ruled.
My golden one you're burning out of sight
I try to follow your light
This darkness pulls and pushes me away
But our love will never wane
Despite all of the pain
You rapture me from my own mind
When the razor calls me back
Tell me these are all just lies
Only illusions from my mind
Deterring the pain away
I'm with you
There's nothing more to say
Paradise is mine
You Save me from desperation
And I will fulfill all of your adorations
You save me from desperation
Nobody is in vain
Though my life lived a lie
You save me from desperation
Our starcrossed world
Destroyed by the ones who run from reality
Condemn us you may
But love will always find it's way
You're worth it to be called mine
Evenour bond is crime
Begin the decay
There's no more to say
Eden's Heart separated us from the start
You're all I need to be free
Nobody is in vain
So you found my meaning
(chorus)
Deterring the pain away
I'm with you
There's nothing more to say
Paradise is mine
You Save me from desperation
And I will fulfill all of your adorations
You save me from desperation
Nobody is in vain
Though my life lived a lie
You save me from desperation
Advocate Angel from above
I put my heart in your hands
I've fallen too deep
A way to fulfill our love is what I seek
I'm suffering, dying, trying
To live but there's no life
Without you
Deterring the pain away
I'm with you
There's nothing more to say
Paradise is mine
You Save me from desperation
And I will fulfill all of your adorations
You save me from desperation
Nobody is in vain
Though my life lived a lie
You save me from desperation
One day in the life,
a bird sings, hallowed;
a tree branch condescends.
A cat sees all, tempted by melodies sung in three-quarter time--
those of holy offices whose praise-adorations
from branch to branch fly.
Perfect time, perfect prolation give credence
as saints preserve the wings way home.
One day, one day, one day in the life.
Note: In Medieval music, perfect time/perfect prolation was indicated by a
Circle = three-quarter time = Divine/Trinity. (an early time signature)
There are stars
in my soul,
there are scars
in my eye's
Leaving you
was the hardest thing
I'll ever do,
for I love you still
And always.
A million moments passed
then shafts of sorrow,
pierced the illusion
I'd summoned at our end
Adorations birth took time
and the feelings I cherish,
grew from a seed of hate
into an everlasting love
This faith I hold dear
is mine and mine alone,
you see through a cawl
contempt with dislike
but when I leave this place,
I will show them stars
I gathered from our love
And I will show them life
devoid of your loved warmth,
as I've lived as half a whole
I will search a thousand lives
keeping constant pace,
until I see light we gathered
shining from your face
My love I miss your touch
with every single breath,
even though I'm forgotten
I'll never forget our days
I miss your face.
MY KING:
Upon Jehovah have I fixed my eyes.
The waves of the sea,
The creatures in the skies,
The vegetation and beasts,
Same do the mountains up above.
Adorations do the entire universe sing;
The name Jehovah's glorified at all times.
At His presence I'm clinged to His feet,
And from ages He's always at my side.
In His hands my heart blissfully beats,
As He's always keeping me alive.
Anytime I commit wrong deeds,
In His mercies and grace do I hide.
Picked me up from the deadly street,
And changed the chronicles of my life.
He cuddles and empowers me,
Because He never let me feel contrite.
He soothes me with his breeze;
Making me grow to the higher height.
Never disregards nor forsakes me,
In his secrecy do I abide.
Time past darkness didn't let me see,
But now His divine power keeps me in His light.
Sin kept me captive but I'm now free;
No more lost sheep among demonised swines,
Saved by Christ's death on the tree.
Shedding His blood was more benign,
I'm a new creation, Jehovah's breed.
Holy Spirit in me, my life's so fine,
So therefore my soul dwells in peace.
Will forever serve him even when I die.
He's the King of Kings and forever will He be;
His rulership is undoubtedly divine,
And He's excellent in gree.
Your increments of apathy sting every surface of me
I am rattled by your absence
Fighting insanity
I have been left here before...
In this chamber alone
The door is wide open
As I thrash in the wilds of my soul
My feet, they are bound--
By your power, they are tied ever tight
My hands clench my chest
I stare now terrified at that open door
Only ghost breath behind it
Darkness beyond it
Perhaps upon leaving,
The tears will remain
Though now--right now--
I welcome how they burn on my cheeks
I want to enter and wait for you on the other side
In vain...
I have almost convinced myself--now--
That the adorations once felt
As unified beings--never existed
Only unreliable memories remain
In exhales of grinning demons
Love cannot be real unless it lasts or ends!
Promises are nothing
Till they are fulfilled or broken
But these tears--
They are the truth I have been seeking
And they are cleaner than the threshold of your silence
Heavier than the devastation that I suck
I sip oceans of it
I sputter agony!
No--I do not fabricate my sufferings
Coating my existence with ornamental whines
I do not exaggerate
When I say I am dying here
With your love
With your promises
They will all pass
Not even our past can hear me now
Much less your heart
As I writhe away in wealthy woe
What is this I need--
Yes I need words as I fade
Breathing no more than a thought
Rejection raging
Love Tortures
And silence prevails...
I will let you go
Faster than you left me
And see---I am tied still to the feet
But my arms are always open
This I beg of you:
Give me words,
And shut the door!
July 31, 2017
High above, through the clouds I see
Snow covered mountain peaks.
High above I soar inside a gentle,
Calming atmosphere of peace.
I do wonder at times why I am so free
To that and other questions I seek the answer
But I, not finding the solution up here
Shake and quiver and conger up fear
Fear questions the Maker’s existence,then an answer appears at last
My flight and my sight, a gift from God, was His simple task
And doing and being is what I do best
Doing and being what God intended is my quest
God shows me the way to receive for today that which I need
Provisions around me, if I just listen, will be
Silently I glide watch and listen as the wind sings, do not fear
There are gifts around in the whistling wind, I do hear
Faith and love will provide, if by faith and love you abide
Be silent my loved one and for the Lord will provide
So I listen to what the creator does say
now go my child and perform the joys of this day
Necessity will answer all of your prayers
Your needs will be filled with tender and care
Soar, dive and glide without a matter this day
What is before you will show you the way.
David Pennington
Autumn's affect appears altruistically.
Almost always alluring affection.
Attracting adorations admiration.
Aloof attitudes adjust amidst autumn abloom.
© January 2, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
INTIMATE WORSHIP
In your presence, it is our time.
I am yours you are mine,
Now filled with you presence within my being,
Only you in my thoughts, only you I am seeing.
Reverent loving and praises and adorations,
Singing songs of worship with joyful elation,
Heaven and earth, sun, stars, and moon,
The whole universe right now, is my room,
Lost in the moments of a conscious scene,
Time standing still, as so it seems,
With as much as the moments with you will loan me,
So deeply has none have ever known me.
Our intimate moment communing together,
Forever alone with you I would rather,
I searched the whole world over and found not any,
the One true God among the gods that are many.
The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,
Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,
Waves of surreal petals,
As the moon,
With its exotic flowers,
Singers,
And dancers,
Blush,
With a serenity,
Of rhythms,
That kiss,
With adorations,
And loves,
Firmly tender wings,
Her Beauty and hems,
Vast loveliness
Reynaldo Casison