Long Adoration Poems
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My daydreaming
Is not my imagining
I am yearning
For it to be living
Will you be acknowledging?
The Truth, you owing
Or will you be denying
Taking it to be a monstrosity
I may seem to be a freak
Yet I am weak
My action can be justified
For I was mystified
How could you love me with so much fervor?
And hurt me with so much ardor?
You showed your love behind closed walls
It was known only by my calls
Yet, You are the Cause of Everything
Without You, there is Nothing
What is the use of Living
Without your Dawning?
I miss your Adoration
And I do feel trepidation
Of the anticipation
Of the outcome
Will my Love emerge Winsome?
Written in 2011
... dedicated to my devlish 10 year old grandson!
There's only one way to describe me
Can't wipe off this silly ole grin
A ravishing beauty I've turned out to be
With such gorgeous baby soft skin
With a face of unmatched perfection
Like Clooney and Pitt into one
Movie star stuff, there's really no doubt
Pure awesomeness second to none
It may seem a trifle bit pompous of me
But I'm such a ravishing hunk
Sorry but I can't even stand it myself
Pay no attention to the tabloid junk
I try to lead this exemplary life
In spite of this girlie adoration
A lesser person would certainly succumb
Causing a large brain inflation
Inside I'm really quite a nice young lad
You just need to delve a bit deeper
My surface beauty will surely distract you
But most say I'm a real keeper!
© Jack Ellison 2012
The Super-rich
Wealthy people, rich men
find sitting on a heap of money only
is not fulfilling
Therefore, many wealthy men dabble in
something else, like car racing or dabbling
in gift cards promising a large sum of money
For the "richest man in the world" interest
is political, helping to shape the future
Elon Musk is the person who thinks he has
made the right choices, helping Trump
His adoration for Trump, based on the hero
worship and not about sound politics
He is an ingénue that makes him take side
even when he might be chasing
a white elephant.
Then again, should he succeed, he will get
blood on the tooth and dream big dreams
Since he is not born in the USA, change
the law and become president of the USA
In his mind, he is a wizard, a dreamer
who has had his fantasies come true
Since he tends to be autocratic
behavior might end up in the fascist camp
That is not what I wish on a potentially nice
person, like Elon Musk
From the very moment that I looked into your eyes,
Overcome with passion and a slave to love was I.
Roses reigned with Valentines; I danced beneath blue sky.
Effervescent, I was floating. Sweet joy had come to me!
Vows we made. The rings we gave each other symbolize
Everlasting faithfulness and deep sincerity.
Rich, so very rich in love, forever we would be!
In the many years to come, trials we would face.
Nonetheless, a love like ours time could not erase.
You are more than spouse and lover; you are my best friend.
On into our golden years, we’ll continue strong,
United, living romance even now until the end,
Recalling our first kisses when we hear our special song!
Even if the world should spin away, I’ll see inside your eyes
Years may steal our youth, but you will always be my prize.
Eternal adoration glows inside your eyes of blue
Showing me beyond this realm, my life goes on with you.
July 15, 2016
For an acrostic contest judged 7/24/2016
Now used for Laura Loo's Second Place Only Contest III
I wish I could sit ‘round the corner,
And take in all of the clamor;
I’d hear laughter and conversations,
I would hear what really matters!
I would hear dear familiar voices,
Distinctive laughs known know right away.
Dinnerware clanging with silverware,
With the smells of Thanksgiving Day!!!
I would thank my God for family,
Both at home and those far away.
If I could just sit ‘round the corner,
That would be a spectacular day.
What you have, when gathered together,
Is a gift every heart longs to share.
The gift of just loving each other,
And the prize of each person that’s there.
Though I’m not sitting there ‘round the corner,
My heart is most certainly there.
My love, adoration and thankfulness,
Is in spirit, at everyone’s chair.
I love you dear family, and send my best wishes:
For holiday health, wealth and mirth.
Tis Thanksgiving Day! Thank God for this day
It’s the best seat to have on the earth.
Adore the saviour who saves sinners
Confess all your sins truly to repent
Thank you Jesus for opening your way
So I can supplicant to your heavenly tent
Contest Prompt Pray Without Ceasing
(1 Thessalonians 5:17 tells us how to pray.
Some people find it helpful to use the letters A-C-T-S to remember how to pray.
A stands for adoration. Tell God you adore and praise Him. Spend time worshiping Him.
C stands for confession. Confess your sins to God and ask Him to forgive you.
T stands for thanksgiving. Thank God for His Son, Jesus, and the blessings in your life.
S stands for supplication. Ask God to supply your needs and the needs of others.)
To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by the realization of the perceptual embodiment
of our Souls inevitable arbitraments
through their final awakenments
and remembrance of commitment
and loyalty..
To..
this place of Love and Belonging;
of immense transcended integrity.
That through deep Soulmate equality
we embedded Love as limitless security
for our children's souls immortality
and balance..
That..
They may Rise through their life's Morning;
safely see with a clear sighted acceptance.
Hear the Universe's never-ending resonance;
breathe the Now's vast guidance
of each moments healing absorbance
and recognition..
They are each Individual One's
and gifts of Love
Pieces of me
Like wind blowing through trees
Barren of leaves
In the winter of my dreams
Falling softly, like autumn thoughts
Caressing the earth
With exciting auburn, crimson
Colors of hope
Brilliant, vibrating, baptizing
The sensitivities
In visions, prose, poetry
Alive with those fragments
Of me, my dreams, my beliefs
Moonlight captures my faith
In its shimmering gaze
Reflecting God’s promises
On silent stars, trembling
Glistening, radiating
Joy – elated, jubilant
Like the wonder in the flakes
Freshly fallen awake
Snow blessing the day
In waves of sweet grace
Breathless waves
Seas of light and praise
Falling from lips who believe
His love has poured out
Blessings that cannot be caught
But only believed and received
His Son is the One we need
If we ever expect to agree
On the love that He shines down
From His gentle showers
Love that knows no limitations
Love that is alive, amazing
Silencing all the frustrations
Awakening creativity, sensations
Of peace, promise, purity
Feelings so blessed they strive to be
The cup overflowing
Inside of you and me
He is the answer. He is the peace.
He is the Creator and the Savior
He is the One I praise with every whisper
Each commendation, all acclaim
It is Him who I worship
With my heart and soul and spirit
It is Jesus I praise
When I whisper a prayer of adoration
It is Christ who I love
With a love that He designed
A love that is alive
Because He died and rose again
Providing redemption for every follower!
Younger men seem to admire a full bloomed flower,
A woman with experience, grace and power,
He is drawn to her domination,
She gives him inspiration,
Her potency is like aged wine,
most young woman are still buds, on the evergreen vine,
Her confidence allures him, her mystery intrigues,
Subconsciously, she fills a void or a need,
Whereas the woman feeds on his infancy,
It brings forth her youth and consistency,
She feels greater affection, adoration and attention,
Even if it is her, that has the comming pension,
His stamina and capacity,
Brings forth a refreshing elasticity,
Fulfilling her appetite,
As they dance into the twilight.
She becomes renewed,
Her countenance glows,
Letting others see,
what they may not know,
A voyage, exploration,
with mutual sensation,
This new type of love,
A doe and his dove.
By: Sabina
Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
albeit beastie boy
figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,
countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she facilitated emotional airflow
i.e. Stephanie Dodds,
(sat straight as an arrow)
whereat this client purged, avow
hid lee, his psycho
logical reflux backflow
(Matthew Scott Harris) did crow
as said professionally trained
medicine woman actively listened,
(no doubt other male patients
similar to yours truly entertained
(alignment with see
thing hormonal concurrence,
where ego super vies iz
Id dee hot - hook line, and sinker
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
who sired, midwifed, and fathered
psychoanalytic theories)
sexual kindled fantasies,
viz being bedfellow
this soul, hood doth not bellow,
but keeps mum
(during my allotted time),
yet willingly shares
with utter strangers
intimate gal olive
hunt ting fantasy,
that doth beshadow
obviously no intent to breach
such prurient thoughts, bestow
foolscap upon mine noggin,
and most definitely blow
future appointments
with aesthetically pleasing
(tomb maa cryptic) bowwow
wing hot diggity
dog inner primate, perhaps,
and not surprisingly get brow
beaten, where dire
erect tor of facility
wilt hell me
"go take a hike to
penile solitary bungalow,"
where all manner of
libidinous desires wanna burrow
(where warren peace
can thrive hare and now),
on par with rabbit - burr reader,
which confinement would
not principally peter out
till dawning transgression vetted,
and avered final cockrow
trumpeted, norte - til last cornrow
reaped, hence unable
to thwart counterblow
permanently, doth nada
different she hate
lustful zeal from eye
dims sum – genital fateful dayglow,
thence high lee
grant ting deathblow
to testosterone laden satiety,
randy proclivity, and
concupiscent adoration from
combine nation of #endow
ments to ghost of - Grant
yule leases eyebrow
raising candy cane upon fallow
da weeder foreshadow
wing sowing field of poetically
wet dreams plying fecund,
feminine, and fertile ground
godaddy on his gangplow.