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Believe me, the pleasure's all mine
Never in all of my seventy-eight years
Have I ever met such a loving caring soul
I am over the moon with my deepest feelings for you my dearest
I know I've told you many times before
But the words at my command
Never seem to adequately convey what my heart is feeling
Just know my love for you is boundless
Nothing in my life could ever compare to this exquisite emotion
No words can describe the depth of my love for you
Never before have I felt such divine pleasure
Such extreme feelings of passion, of overwhelming desire
Wish I could wrap my arms around you and never ever let you go
For the first time in my life
I know love
© Jack Ellison 2014
TRUE LOVE
People often ask, what is true love
It’s many things, simple and complex
No definition can adequately serve
At whatever age, it generates verve
A journey not straight, but a curve
And in its ideal form, always duplex
Even illogical when seen from above
True love may appear simple at first
But defies all reasonable explanation
Matters of the heart shun the brain
Some think one can go quite insane
As it swoops down to conquer again
It happens, and there’s no preparation
And somehow always slakes that thirst
Those believing that their love is true
Would say never to try and understand
It exists in a kind of void, even ethereal
And even finding its secret is immaterial
Building loyalty like a long running serial
Its form is not generic, but has no brand
Yet asked why one loves, say, I just do
1. How didn’t I know an expensive dress
can cover a straggly skin?
my attention has now been diverted
to an escape as this voluptuary being
puts me under a deadly review
a lesson adequately learnt but with burnt tonsils.
Chorus
Where is my class?
How bad is my taste?
Eyes jumping over the mind
a grade nine she seems
a grade five she actually is.
2. I thought I’ve found an apaulette
for my proud shoulders.
I was hoping the goods
was worth more than my basket
but to realize her class just cracked in the glass
and charm comes in a blob
as I act the flunkey to time
for this dire situation to pass by.
Chorus
Where is my class?
How bad is my taste?
Eyes jumping over the mind
a grade nine she seems
a grade five she actually is.
2. I saw a potential click
but paneer and mango juice is what it is
her courtesy is weak kneed
with muggy romances far from assorted
I’ll need a salve on the mental injury
she’s inflicting
else I’ll end up under her heavy slab.
Chorus
Where is my class?
How bad is my taste?
Eyes jumping over the mind
a grade nine she seems
a grade five she actually is.
3. Even with all my weaponry
I landed in the wrong camp
it’s been a while my heart winced
cos of my eyes
impossibility is getting a spring from this puddle,
better dividends will come from a jail bait
than this pick I bite myself for.
Chorus
Where is my class?
How bad is my taste?
Eyes jumping over the mind
a grade nine she seems
a grade five she actually is.
Words on a page
the very same words as before
written just a little differently
as each thought displays and presents itself.
The feelings and emotions
continually resurface and are expressed
as best as possible from the mind
at the moment.
There is no need of some elaborate demonstration,
simplicity is sometimes just or more than enough
when you look out upon the world beyond
and see it in all it's transparency.
Beneath it
there in lies some unseen beauty and majesty,
the wonder and awe of God's creation
has no words to adequately describe it,
Neither written nor spoken
the Word
simply
is.
I'm utterly a hermetic swarm of chemicals.
Our atoms are uniquely spotted over medicals.
Inside every iota arise unique waves of strenuosity.
It is stunning since we're concerned not to see.
The intensity waves in the query are identical.
In each one of us?In the enduring genetical?
Hence, it is the idea of genuine humanity.
My inner being is made up mainly of vitality.
Our planet is a satellite girding a stellar body.
On a heroic endeavor as you rest adequately.
There's a compelling goal needs to echo left or right.
All is cautiously stowed to a programmed flight.
While lying in bed wheezing and having a dream
You'd be flabbergasted at the spots will redeem.
You'd have beheld the divine cores in their glory.
What might have ensued will stall you ever-lively?
The eternal truth, however, is a lot as well peculiar.
If you didn't foresee Earth is, in eternal fact, flatter.
There's a compelling reason that needs to unfold more.
It's superb that we didn't all fall on a live shore.
Written: April 22, 2022
I dream of my pretty mom daily...
each minute, each hour that the clock strikes,
I grieve her shedding sorrowful tears;
if only distance didn't keep me away
from those beautiful eyes so kind and so bold,
I would be near her and feel loved:
nothing can break the bond between
a loving mother and a beloved son!
I dream of my pretty mom daily,
through the daylight and the twilight;
does love mean endless affection,
or something nobler than that?
Who doesn't appreciate her devotion,
hasn't understood her sacrifice of all women:
why that boy or that girl was born
and make the family grow in harmony,
bless them to be the joy of her devoted heart...
although they'll grow big and go their way!
I dream of my pretty mom daily,
my appreciation for the life she gave me
is the most invaluable gift that must be
be prized above others adequately;
many knew the gentleness and the charm
of the extraordinary woman, I called mom!
Mom
A small word
Representing a big heart
I lack the vocabulary
I cannot adequately express
Still I will search for the words
You keep me humble
Grounded
My heart has been softened by your spirit
You with God's help granted me breath
Without you I would not be
I am more because you are gentle
You wish to hear my thoughts
You have dreamt along with me
Not your own dreams but mine
Yours is the one voice I long to hear
Even at a distance you are near
I think of you
Mothers day is a day away
You are not here to hear what I say
But I know that you know
You are loved this and every other day
I can't thank you enough
Sometimes life has been tough
We've had to deal with some stuff
Life has taken us on a ride
We made it out the other side
When I think of you I smile
So glad you are my mom
Some may not get you
You always make me laugh
Others may have moms
None are quite like you
One of my favorite people
Strong in just the right way
Soft in the ways that matter
Funny
Determined
Generous
Always there for me
The most special
Mom
Written for Mom today for tomorrow, I love you mom.
It takes our very breath away
thinking of God and all He is
for in all His knowledge and mind
God is eternal everything truly His
Every hair of every head
who's lived throughout history
God knows every single one
this indeed shows His glory
All our hairs existent and gone
the Lord knows them without doubt
for He sees all of our life
past present future what's it all about
Our God is truly incredible
words fail to adequately describe
for He controls all of the world
for His greatness we do ascribe
This God indeed is our God
having loved us before creation
always wanting our very best
sending Jesus for our salvation
('But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. ' )Matthew ch. 10 v. 30 (ESV)
I am a selfish heart
but you knew that from the start.
Self absorbed and oblivious to your needs
and yet, you loved me despite myselfish deeds.
Those last few years I was awakened
by your suffering and my meager care taking.
Through it all you never once complained
surviving silent every ache and demeaning pain.
Faith was yours, so steady and sure
unlike mine that faltered as it watched you endure.
Because of you I loved and prayed
knowing well the coming of your end of days.
And it came, quiet in the mid afternoon
and tearfully I fell hearing a distant celestial tune
and in the heavens, even angels wept
gathering your spirit forever to be in God's arms kept.
There are no words to adequately describe
the blessings in my life which you did provide
but the angels keep the memories alive
while I await our reunion to arrive.
Your words of wisdom have vanished.
Suddenly, my chest starts bleeding.
I'm not sure whether I'll be adequately handled.
Throw and forfeit with the void wind blowing.
The flesh is devoured but not healed of illness.
Like a fallen tree floating on the river, I'm swinging.
Chastity has the power to shape my weakness.
I'm weary with singing the hymn of a weakling.
I admit that I am liable for my life today.
Everyone has clay feet, regardless of their flaw.?
Recklessness will never again hold sway.
Rage is volatile, despite the voice and endow.
The landscape stayed unchanging forever.
Hummingbird entices a vine that yields pollination.
My vexation brings me even closer to wonder.
Above everything, one's own dignity is veneration.
I'm like an airplane plummeting to the ground.
The grains of sand will eventually come back.
Oh, reason, assist me in reversing backward.
The regrets are genuine, but the candor lack.
Written: JUNE 23, 2021
All Yours (July 3) Poetry Contest
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