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“All Scripture is God-breathed
And is useful for teaching,
Rebuking, correcting
And training in righteousness,
So that the man of God
May be thoroughly equipped
For every good work.”
To receive anything that
Will last you have to run
Righteously on Gods turf
To see anything good
On the whole green earth
And to live up to His standards
What you’re really worth.
Now is the time to make
Up your mind to living
The right way, those
Who are both saved
And unsaved, living
Righteously is no
Abracadabra effect
It takes time and
Discipline from the one
Up above- the one
Who gives us
Unconditional love
Our destiny and
Challenges us to live
Righteously and the
Word states in
Deuteronomy 28
Blessings and curses
For obeying God’s law
Not saying that we
Won’t sin but we
Must repent
And start over again
We don’t have to
Offer up our blood
For a sin sacrifice
Jesus already paid the price
All we have to do
Is live right
We blessings or curses
At stake Deuteronomy 28
Is not a mistake.
God wants to bless us
He made us the head
And not the tail above
And not beneath
The lenders and not
The borrowers
If and only if
You choose to live
And live right
Satan wants to destroy
Your blessings
He wants you beneath
The borrower
And a successful sorrower.
Read Deuteronomy 28
To get the blessed life
On your plate
This passage didn’t
Appear over night
Just like you can’t change
Dramatically keep it
In your heart and try
Your best let Him do
The rest and you’ll
See yourself go from
Being a mess
to being blessed.
Deuteronmy 28
Describes how God
Wants our lives
And how we’ll be
Punished.
You have a choice
To live godly
Or to live demonic.
How do you want it?
“All Scripture is God-breathed
And is useful for teaching,
Rebuking, correcting
And training in righteousness,
So that the man of God
May be thoroughly equipped
For every good work.”
You should want to be blessed
Each day you walk the green earth.
To be blessed obey the commands
God’s word don’t make mistakes
Read Deuteronomy 28.
Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal
Action across ouija board
herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits, perhaps dimension unexplored
twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation from an atheist sword
like cross my heart and hope
to die a martyrs death), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...Without explanation,
there gets heard clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn freed
from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...
a deathlike stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades painfully quiet
as if sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled poem
to "grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he dashes off runners block
blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete
with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But, aye beg (bribe
with wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with pennywise
and pound foolish sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst to me
computer laptop black keys!
He/him (ratty, scrawny,
and tetchy ugly villain)
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous schemes
capitalized, glorified, popularized
courtesy vanity of *****sapiens
lest imp of the pervert
already sacrificed as renegade
hashtagged heretic condemned
without merciful intervention
after being duped into capture
subsequently broadcast viz TikTok,
when turncoat quasi nincompoop
kook Harmet Harms
kickstarted, ejaculated, and blurted
out hideaway of sought after perpetrator
to burn (no small potatoes) at stake,
but fortunately falsely accused
unbound against immolation
and reprieve jumpstarted, issued, and hissed
eleventh hour granted clemency
commuted death penalty
criminal sentenced solitary isolation
rat infested dungeon
housing convicted prisoner
ultimate crime and punishment
(decreed as non establishmentarian)
doled out after protracted proceedings
courtesy amazing graceful puffed dragon
unwittingly delivered merciful respite.
After being shackled hand and foot
then dragged into vermin infested cell
cowled ascetic (an exceptional escape artist)
busied himself disentangling restraints
and suppressed giddiness
when successfully free.
Off behind fake facade
walled in imponderable bedrock
dark passageways tunneled off
into unsuspecting chamber of secrets,
whereby amateur (he) brewed
exotic gaseous/ liquified potions
tumbled, gurgled, bubbled...
lethal skull and crossbones
labeled mixtures especially intriguing
adept alchemist expert
possessed sixth sense
intuitively discerning deadly
scorpion stinging poisons
abracadabra wizardry
magic spell cast
rendered, kindled, eased
tormentors severity relaxed
spellbound granted salvation.
Hence busily engrossed at makeshift laboratory,
our mutual (of Omaha) friend
did potchke with vials; every now and again
referencing ancient looking tome
vaporous emissions served as smoke screen.
Hands of father time
painstakingly elapsed amidst
flickr ring torchlight
grotesquely accentuating
exaggerating ferociously
pantomiming silhouettes courtesy
hungry skittering varmints
hurriedly scurrying to and fro.
Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing...
Action across ouija board
fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits,
perhaps a dimension unexplored
of twilight zone, (where spirit
of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath
of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation
from an atheist sword
like cross my heart), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still
participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...(Without explanation, there
gets heard a clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn
freed from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...a deathlike
stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades so painfully quiet
as if...all sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in the black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled his poem used to
"grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he who dashes off runners block
as a blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But..., aye...beg (bribe with
all the wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought with eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst
computer laptop black keys!
Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied
theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo Meara and Stiller
with surreal stalking candy corn canes
as bon appétit gnashing
gobbledygook filler.
Ice scream aghast with
blood curdling shriek,
the dearth of satisfactory
FIOS shows bleak
readying jump into polluted creek
thus, I bury alive yours truly
except his sharp pointed beak
exhuming him after rotted
flesh doth reek
perfectly tricked out
for Halloween treat
masks long haired
pencil necked geek
October thirty first when freak
alias Gadshill gadabout
poetaster doth sneak
feigning antonym anthem of meek
oh my dog, I lyft hind
uber leg to take leak
hoop fully haint nobody dares peak
urinate kidding ma bladder weak.
I long since waved
channel surfing adieu
much prefer silence
meditating under blue
skies peering into
infinite space nary a clue
intellectual conversation many disvalue
perched edge of seat and hunched over
how riveting story doth ensue
ah... time for commercial break
culinary wizard abracadabra
whips up fondue
easy as pie (are squared)
with consistency of glue
methinks Elmer stole patent,
cuz secret formula Hebrew
what with identical hue
as aforementioned adhesive liquid
doubling up to keep igloo
air tight even against
global warming, anyway would Jew...
aye betcha already knew
yes believe Yahweh endowed Semites
like me with high ike kue
of course after dumping
a load (reed) I feel sue
per ream intelligence dumbed down
(mine), especially after using loo
naturally decrease smarts
stings like poisonous
scorpion size of Eee moue,
which aforementioned papa's
poetic poppycock nonissue
saturating plethora home entertainment
most people overvalue
linkedin - shoot all stemming from
"idiot box" I rarely view.
Pray, let me tell a story not so sweet-
E'er sure thy holes on head's side glean'd this 'ere;
Once upon a time, when naught ruled discreet,
Please panic not- there was no time to snare;
Lest crater in front, gape at wonderland-
Eh, kiddin'? Something broke with Big Bang grand.
Abracadabra, out of thin air sprang,
Siamese twins- Time and Space holdin' hand;
Space gave time for Time to grow with a bang
Ugh! Aeons buried their head in sinned sand,
Much to chagrin of Time that felt wee bored-
Else, what shall do now to strike mental chord?
Thus hatched a funny thing not seen 'ere e'er-
Ha! Blame that bit wits of our time for this;
In shaggy mane fit for beasts' lord to wear-
Nest o'er too craggy visage not amiss;
Gush at ungainly trudge bipedal flat-
Sprint truly on to master time with that.
E'er easy, saunters our 'animal' wild-
And, evolution direct deft dare drive;
So swift seized she, shellshocked space and defiled-
In no time, fate set foot on to deprive;
Lo! Not strong nor brave- how she pull it off?
Yes, granddads one by one sure do drop off.
True master of nuance all and bit more-
Ho! Human sized huge ego, got she whence?
Out went he to lust past time with fierce roar;
Unlucky, did thee say? There's no defense,
Grant I, when present swallow past to bloom;
Hence, time about ripe to script special doom.
Times sweet, disperse into gross space for good-
Once and for all, beckons bleak future grey;
Lasts not for more time, this animal could-
One fine day, Time shall rule harsh on her stay;
Still stands Time as of now but not for long-
Else, 'tis time to move out with a swan song.
Advice one I shall gift now- 'A speck small,
Lack flair to fish in yawin' black hole squall-
Lost on orb lonely, e'ermore take right call'.
P.S : The message is, ' PEOPLE ASSUME THINGS EASILY THOUGH, TO LOSE ALL'.
IAMBIC PENTAMETER and ABABCC rhyming
(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
I
(A lone voice whispers)
Do you still miss me before we were slowly destroyed and betrayed
Would you tell anyone the truth of how we were played
By the demon associated with jealousy called Leviathan.
Even if God forced you to confess under duress
Although I know I've caused you so much distress
And your inner circle still revolts and screams like Mary Harris Jones
The grandmother of all agitators
Casting wild spells
Whenever they hear my name
When you visit family or friends who respond with wide alligator smiles
Before commenting and laughing about my tragic previous lifestyle
Like one of its many unwarranted administrators
I may now dance amongst the silvery stars
Now just a faded memory
No longer a member of your life's smiling parade
No more to sing
Smile or kiss
No more to hold hands with someone they really miss and watch the sunset
Lost in each other's eyes in total bliss
But if only I could see you one last time
I would move heaven and earth like Che Guevara
For you are still my silver glittering candelabra in the darkness
My second heartbeat
My magical Abracadabra
Which always wakes me like my own version of Desiderata
At 4 am
In the middle of each lonely heartbroken night
In here
Amongst the ever-moving shadows of The Great In-Between
The dark rift the broken enter
In dreams
When their life totally falls apart at the seams
I miss you
Alanna
I just hope and pray you're happy
Still living pill free
In a new era
So just remember me
Your forever one and only
Daraya
The silent watcher, whose now a citizen on the other side
Lost
But happy tonight
Just listening to Prince Rogers Nelson perform a show and sing
Sometimes it snows in April
In The Hotel California
As the Pharisee's Golden Bells
Hidden all around us
Rings
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Though not exceptionally
famished, I took one bite
after another until tureen
licked clean to the delight
of zee missus, whose tasty
two stuffed peppers numbered finite
adequately apportioned appeased
served December 26th, 2020
supreme supper highlight,
hers whose non verbal expression
translated high as kite
beaming satisfaction at husband
well fed fueled might
dare attempt to craft following
reasonable rhyme posted
for many readers onsite
passable endeavor hoop fully
buzzfeeding fanciful kudos - quite
acceptable to critique
mediocre outcome,
maybe ye suburbanite
dweller or thee might
perchance be longtime urbanite.
Nevertheless (me) de facto
de jure guinea pig cannot abstain
availing self as willing subject and feign
to gag on culinary entree with cuisine plain
no spicy food to avoid aggravating reign
of terror within
lower gastrointestinal tract,
a worse fate than being slain
in battle and/or
drowning within gravy train.
Most meals prepared courtesy thy wife
I masticate without any
(loose) indentured (sink false teeth into) strife
both of us quarantined as our typical nightlife
Covid-19 jazzmatazz planted
well rooted herbalife
such tranquility emblematic
when I become gratefully dead and
consigned to mounted afterlife.
Thus hoop fully
ye accepted poetic side morsel
(mine) somewhat wry
wordsmith (me) rather bland,
yet not averse to satisfy
merchant of Venice
much (moosh pit) ado about nothing, well nigh
preferring a midsummer night's dream afore
all's well that ends well
as you like it (poetry soup)
mine sense and sensibility doth defy
ratiocination minus any helpful alibi.
Methinks what future savory dish
the spouse might cook up,
what with an abracadabra
prestidigitation (Nike) swish
right before these myopic eyes witness
whatever mine heart doth wish.
Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom
Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon
She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor
And applied magic spittle to fix butterfly wings and a rotor
Filled the hydraulic suspension with liquefied fairy dust
Serviced the turbocharged engine to ensure its robust
To weather belligerent storms and spells of bad nature
She made sure that bristles complied with Wiccan legislature
The Aberystwyth Magician’s Convention had been updated
To secure that tail twigs and seat were unicorn plated
Also that camshaft and pistons were organically manufactured
So when Celtic crosses adorned the chassis it became enraptured
Her lover soul-wizard had called for nocturnal cohabitation
High up in the sky so there was no room for any cunctation
She was the proud owner of a caravan feather duster model
With floor heating and magic carpets for passionate cuddle
They had to be careful though as not to inflate the air cushions
With too speedy pushing and pulling there might be repercussions
Not entirely slowly either because romping in a lay by in standstill
Would get them a parking ticket and the vehicle to go downhill
For that very purpose they had enlisted a strong busy bee elf
So when the chronometer ticked forward and rested on twelve
They came together with the help of sandalwood aphrodisiac potion
Holly jelly completed the feast when they changed tempo and position
The morale of the midnight star spanked romp is easily told
Take care of your vehicle and follow precautions when bold
Life is too short to have interrupted coital climax and pleasure
And thus you must adhere to abracadabra if you treasure your leisure
13th October 2019