Best Adulate Poems

The Mayan Warrior Princess

In eerie recurring dreams, like things seen dimly before dawn,
blurred memories of a temple pyramid resurface from an era long gone. 
My ancient soul trapped between two different worlds,
one new - the other centuries old,
remind me that I have been here before,
and...

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Nebulous angels vacant worth
Foresee no fortunes adulate
Dawn's desecrated, faithless birth
Supine mother to stillborn fate

2/21/20

For 'Poe-etic Verse' contest
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Shared 2nd Place...

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he stood …

atop another world
another …
promethean creation
ineffable beauty and innovation spread at his
feet like a glorious carpet of progress
a macrocosm of concept and imagination
that surprised even HIM
he had, again, exceeded his own
undefinable ingenuity and prospect
and the result took his breath
but are gods truly thus if
they’re...

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What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck?
When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain?
Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck
Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain.

But how honey he embraces the muck-
When the sizzling lust...

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The token of life 
is greater than the world formed.
     Love of a carnal wealth shuns
     God. Revere, adulate, 
Lionize… For God so love the world…

Life is just token
given by God for courage.
    ...

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A god given gift is my one and only mother, 
courteous and conveying more than any other.

When the era was shaded, you accommodated the light, 
when my perception was not luminous, you bestowed my sight.

Powering the fluorescent light when the allotment was dim, 
O mother,...

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***Part 1 of the series, Not Focused (written entirely by J.W. Earnings)***

Resurrect my hushed, pleading voice from the dead
Give me Your water and nourish me with serenity 
Renew my rejoicing spirits, wholesome like bread 
Wandering in the wilderness of unharmed vitality

Set my gaze from zealous...

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The Doldrums of 2020

Hullabaloo, nothing to do.
the doldrums latch on to you. 
Rickity dink, slippery slimy slue.

We scheme, we plot, we fold and cry a lot ! ! ! !
We fan, we plan, exhausted, but not an also ran,
We heap accolades upon tarnished shards of...

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What’s in the grass and what do I know?
There are creepy and freaky things below.

All sorts of insects and crawly creatures
are among grass’ most fearsome features.

I wonder what else is in the grass,
seeds and stems in a crevasse?

They sprout and spread en masse
creating a soft...

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Embitterment is adamantic,

Contritely it binds us to banality.

Why so perplexing to commend?

Compliments coloured profane.

Fawning bravo elucidates,

The wax before the wane.

Inadequacy, scourge of all,

Comparison should be banned,

Rulers immediately burnt,

Thus measurement will cease.

Envy is our burden,

When weal should be the cheer.

Sore it is to adulate,

Inswathed by constant...

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I admire her, adore her, 
Affectionately adulate.
I am weakened by the warmth, 
Of my woman’s wishes, as I wait
 
With enthusiasm for the enjoyment 
Of her emotional embrace
I feast off the flowery fragrance of her flesh 
To feel her friendship to kiss her face
 
Yearning...

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The Doldrums of 2020

Hullabaloo, nothing to do.
the doldrums latch on to you. 
Rickity dink, slippery slimy slue.

We scheme, we plot, we fold and cry a lot ! ! ! !
We fan, we plan, exhausted, but not an also ran,
We heap accolades upon tarnished shards of...

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The Doldrums of 2020

Hullabaloo, nothing to do.
the doldrums latch on to you. 
Rickity dink, slippery slimy slue.

We scheme, we plot, we fold and cry a lot ! ! ! !
We fan, we plan, exhausted, but not an also ran,
We heap accolades upon tarnished shards of...

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In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography.
 On the edge of the precipice of my dramatic choices, my sacrifices reveal the artifices of their curses,...

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The king announced he might abdicate,
but first his enemies he would castigate.
He thought slowly and did concentrate
before he sought them to intimidate.

His comely wife he did adulate.
He did not wish to deprecate
her reputation so he did hesitate,
himself or her, to incriminate.

She had no thought to...

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