Long Acceptance Poems
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1. They said the meeting point
between your traits and swagger
has dislocated
and your newly acquired awful image
is beyond reversal.
But hey! I do not fall for obscurantism
on your honor, my senses are on sentry duty
even when peers run amok cos of you.
loving you has become my leisure vade mecum
so mister, wherever you are broken
I’d love to be your plaster.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
2. It is true that your identity
is so bloated to the point those who envy you
are suitable targets to miserable mockers.
Your score hits no one’s pass mark
and your partial current's charm
is a shibboleth of attraction.
it’s not a lie that your deeds
flummoxes matured eyes
downplaying the hope of their acceptance
and a repellant to their minds,
yet I billow in this madness to long for your touch.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
3. Not a slacker, just a being
who correctly, no one recommends
yet acts arrogant and foolish
despite been in a one-man’s domain
one rare good encounter
and you expect me to amortize with my own bed.
I am very wrong to be dismayed
b’cos you’re a well known jerk.
Stop this folly I self acclaimed
but you’re already a peppery paste
and a locust I leave my cotton unprotected to.
Chorus x 3
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
In the jingle of your bracelet,
In the kohl that lined your inquisitive eyes,
In the softness of your lips,
I see my love soothing.
In the changing colors of the sky,
In the delicate ensemble of the words,
In the early morning drizzle,
I see your acceptance of my love.
In the depth of the night sky,
In tequila sunsets,
In the shadows of dusk,
I see our love blossom.
In the tangerine mornings,
In the droplets of water hanging on your hair,
In the blush that rises on your cheeks,
I see our love shining.
In the base of our throat,
In the half-opened crayons box,
In the edge of the rose-tinted clouds
I see our love immortalized.
In the soft moonlight
In the paper boat merrily drifting
In the changing temperature
I see the world envying.
H o n e s t y,
because without it,
a child turns a blind eye to the truth.
H o n o r,
because without it,
a child compromises his principles.
F a i r n e s s,
because without it,
a child has no concept of justice.
T o l e r a n c e,
because without it,
a child grows narrow of mind.
P a t i e n c e,
because without it,
a child loses grip on self-control.
R e s p e c t,
because without it,
a child rebels against authority.
D i s c i p l i n e,
because without it,
a child struggles to persevere.
S e l f - r e l i a n c e,
because without it,
a child becomes slave to dependency.
H u m i l i t y,
because without it,
a child cultivates arrogance.
C h a r i t y
because without it,
a child falls prey to selfishness.
C o n f i d e n c e,
because without it,
a child turns inward.
L o v e,
because without it,
a child cannot practice acceptance.
She reached her hand across their marriage bed,
It’d been a stand-off for so many years;
She prayed their love had not grown cold and dead,
His answer could allay her deepest fear:
The love for him she held in unshed tears.
Afraid that they had lost the life they shared,
A life of which he once had spoke with cheer:
She prayed he’d speak those words to prove he cared.
He turned to her as though to speak, instead
He turned away to face the wall most near,
Her hand still out, the tears so long unshed
Fell from her eyes, uncertainty made clear:
The hope that lay inside now faded here.
Her heart was pierced, her need for him was bared,
She felt the pain as knives, so sharp and sheer;
She prayed he’d speak those words to prove he cared.
For love to bloom, then know it must be fed
And heed these words, your heart upon them wear,
For marriage needs much more than daily bread,
Think not that words of love are not held dear,
For hearts will break when words to silence veer.
She lay upon her marriage, boned and pared,
She prayed he’d speak the words she longed to hear;
Although she now knew that he did not care.
Submitted March 24, 2019
Strength Through Adversity Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden
[I wrote this poem in 2010 during a time of extreme emotional turmoil in my personal life. This is a reflection of how uncertain fear blossomed into certain awareness which lead to acceptance and the courage to change.]
Look in the eyes, twinkling light, so alive... caressing the heart, breathing life across the soul, inspiring joy within the one who knows that love comes from above – by poet
Shimmering whispers of musical notes
Fresh roses against a gentle hope
Softening the shadows that surround the soul
Who listens quietly to the peaceful thoughts
Discovered within God’s holy word
Breathing appreciation through the one
Who listens to the heart
And fills up the spirit with emotions
Colored in hues of azure innocence
Warm and compassionate, like a gentle rainfall
Beckoning to the senses in sighs
Of enlightenment and miraculous truths
Joy that fills the mind to overflowing
With love that leaves no doubt
Of the inspiration and soothing found
In hope that lives and fulfills
Faith that is so alive it thrills and chills
With a fiery promise of blessed assurance
The beauty of a love
So bright and real that it perceives
All the miracles that touch upon
Our laughter, light and love
All the inspirations sent down from above
To bring us through the storms
Into the sunlight which warms and lightens
Our hearts to the assurance
That everything we’ve been given
Is a gift from heaven
A reward for sharing our feelings
Of worship with the One we know as our Savior
The giver of life and love and laughter
The giver of everything pure and delightful
Everything that makes our lives worthwhile
With a gentle murmur from my heart
I would like to Thank God
For the joy, hope and faith – the love
That is brought alive by His grace
I worship Him with complete assurance
That love like this has complete endurance
Love so alive it breathes life
Into the one who knows
God is alive – He’s everywhere, always
Living through our hearts
He’s the answer, the promise, the maker
Of hearts, hopes and happiness
He gives inspiration, acceptance and grace
To all who listen to the still, small voice
Of His presence
I love God with complete adoration
I worship Him and praise Him
Give all my heart and soul
to the One who has complete control
With God, I know I’m in good hands
He’s the One who makes me who I am
He is surely my very best friend!
I was lost
Feeling marginalized
Ostracized
Criticized
Demonized
Feeling
Empty
Forgotten
You wrote kind words
You visited me
You message hugged me
You poured healing on me
You bathed me with uplifting words
You fed me
Confidence
Assurance
Acceptance
A visit
A note
And you lifted me up
Said I mattered
Said I had a gift
Said I was missed
Said I brought joy
A kind word
And I came alive
Wanted to thrive
Wanted to be
The one whom you saw in me
You said a kind word
You whose vision is not clouded
With misconceptions
With what you’ve heard
But rather you speak
Of what you have "seen"
You see the inner me
You see beauty of soul
What a gift to be able to see
Past all the ugliness
To reality
Your kindness
Your kindness
Brought me back
Brings me back
Day after day
To share what I have
For you will read and smile
And that means the world to me
Eileen Manassian
A Poem of Dedication to Richard Lamoureux for constantly encouraging me to write, write, write.
One of Richard's latest posts: Hello Eileen, where are those new ones you promised?? I feel like a baby bird waiting for his mom to come back to the nest with a morsel.
Richard, hope this morsel is nourishing. :) Thank you for always believing in me.
He was walking in an apple orchard…in itself a beautiful sight to see
when he stopped to rest a moment…underneath an apple tree.
It was apple picking season…the aroma of apples wafted in the air.
The branches bent under the weight of apples everywhere.
He was captivated sitting there…wondering how this could possibly be
How could every apple be unique,
and beautiful
yet come from the same tree.
No two apples were the same
although all were similarly grown…
they came in different sizes,
shapes
and colors
but each had a beauty all its own.
And he thought how humans are like the apples
hanging from this tree…
How all growing together
we are a beautiful sight to see..
How no two humans are the same
although we all are similarly grown…
How we come in different sizes,
shapes
and colors
but each one of us has beauty all our own.
And with hope in his heart he awaits the day
for what a great day it will be
when the whole world can see what he saw
underneath that apple tree.
Hugs with your eyes are the best ones to give and see,
Nobody else can know you are receiving them, only you know the special love that one can truly see,
Hugs with your eyes are very special indeed, you don't have to worry about what others might think,
ITS just you and your special connection with someone who has made you feel something truly special,
A feeling that they are special, loved, fruitful with their feelings that they hold deep down inside themselves, afraid to be expressed, for fear of judgements.
A hug with your eyes is something not to be taken lightly, for when you make that connection, you feel that intense rush of love and acceptance , that can mean the world to the receiver, Italy bring them that sense of love, compassion, and trust.
A hug with your eyes, try it once, it's not hard, and best of all it's free, you don't need a license, or any fancy degree to give it away, just open your heart, and let it show, tonight the difference between having a sense of being beautiful, loved, accepted.
You are wonderful inside, you are loved, you are glorious.
So go out right now and give someone a hug with your eyes,
Whoops, you just might make a world of difference in their LIVES :-) :-)
It would have been my wish
to have been born a Swiss
to experience such a cool climate
not to be so is a real miss
To walk on these lovely peaks
even in winter amongst the snow
hear the cows ring their bells
this would be a highlight not a low
But also to be a Swiss monk
having solitude and peace within
away from the world's chaos
in God's presence to deal with sin
This would give time to truly pray
spend with God real quality time
no distractions of other things
making life a real true rhyme
It would allow me to speak
with God no stammer to fight
every word come fluently out
knowing acceptance day and night
(my dream of living in my fav country and having total solitude too)
MONUMENTAL – Man, you is mental
DENTURES – A ding on your car
CATALOG – One cat per log
BALANCE – Throwing a ball
IMAGINATION – My image of a country
NOSTALGIA – Disease of the nose
ACCEPTANCE – Include your aunts
APPREHENSION – After Jim Henson
GROCETERIA – An ugly eating place
CONFIDENCE – Opposite of deep trust
BRAINSTORM – Very violent thoughts
RECOMMENDATION – Comment again
DOWNTOWN – Under the city
GIVEAWAY – Offer a solution
ENCOURAGE – To race to old age
ANNOUNCEMENT – A proper name for cement
BEWILDERED – Go wild wearing red
RESOURCEFUL – Filled with sour stuff
ENTERING – Stepping into the ring
HOLIDAY – A day for mistletoe
MAGNIFICENT – Enlarging a penny
REMINDING – Recalling a bell
THINKING – Skinny ruler of a land
APPETITE – Tiny apple
SUBMITTED – Ted eating a sub wearing mitts
Some are a bit of a stretch... think weird! LOL
© Jack Ellison 2015
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