Long Adore Poems
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In flanders fields the poppies do grow
For those brave soldiers that did die
The ones to whom I speak of
Are the ones that fought with pride
The ones who fought a war that was really worth fighting for
The ones who stood up for our rights a freedoms
It's those soldiers whom I adore
They fought with a reason, they fought with a purpose
The days, The night it didn't matter but still they did not hurt us
What I mean is that everything that they fought for truly had a meaning
They were fighting a war for life, not for wealth or stealing
Please remember what these soldiers fought so hard for,
Please remember why.
Don't commit anymore of these acts of hate
No more people need to die
Everyone has there time to go in life let them choose there way
The wars need to end here, the peace is what needs to stay
At least one day out of the year please let's just remember
The Brave, The Strong, The Few
If it wasn't for them fighting for where you are now
There might not be a Me a You.
So with pride I say thank you from the bottom of my heart
To all the soldiers that fought for the right reasons
To give us all a fresh new start.
This amazing truth blows the mind
the eternal God who created everything
speaks here personally to His prophet
to tell His own what He did bring
astoundingly God knew us before birth
for He formed us in the womb
but scripture speaks of even before
the Lord knew us before we'd room
God in eternity past knew all things
even before creating us in every aspect
He, in particular, knew all of to know
this is the God of all time to connect
In every respect, God set us apart
for He has a purpose for everyone
we all need to heed His every word
walking in step with the heavenly one
This is the great God we adore
for before time He certainly was
and after time God will always be
this is our God with no flaws
(The word of the Lord came to me, saying,
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”)
Jeremiah 1: 4,5 (NIV)
However long can feelings be pure?
How long we have endured to survive?
So much things we learn to adore
To only have so much left to die
Too much assumption became life we knew
Always too eager to judge before even an outcome
If to believe… will life we know to be real?
Must we all learn contentment if age shall run?
Some grew too old to embrace
Some too young to achieve lesser then to understand
With time… moments given to face
Will there always be a helping hand?
Irony endures… because we need people to judge
No matter age to even determine what’s left
A world left… building to leave only as such
Money’s worth… is it worthy for life’s theft?
Every one way… did we not seek out?
However long we have endured to survive….
Achievements abandon for tomorrow’s doubt
Did we ever have so much before to die…?
Kiss me by the candle light and let me hear that
Incomparable sigh. The one that only love can
Silence. Share your tongue and sweet caress
Soothe me sweetly and completely
Mesmerize me with your beauty, breathe on me
Enlist me with your passion's over drive and
Gather me in your arms, like a precious pearl
Open your heart and leave the door ajar
Open your soul and let my love explore
Dine with me on chocolate truffles and sweet wine. Then
Near me in, as skin on skin we lay . Be the
Icon of my sweet adore. I am your
Girl, your heart throb of romantic bliss. I get
High on the sound of your voice and
Truth be told, when your around I'm never cold.
There stands a woman with the light from the stars flickering in her eyes
Knowing that while she stands there, her life has gone awry
She stands there still with dreams that are all her own
She in that very spot with so much burden upon her yet all so alone
Her wishes are like many are, to have that one man meant only for her to have and to hold
To love her for who she is no matter how young or how old
But love seems to be, for her, taking its very slow sweet time
She is thinking that love can sometimes leave one helpless and blind
Letting go of the one you really love and adore
The one who was the first to say he would love only her forever more
She don't know how to just let go
He is so deep inside her restless soul
If she could make those feelings go away she would
If those emotions would go back down to where they once were, she then would put them
where she should
But they can't just be turned on and off in a moments given
So by them her heart, soul, and mind is being driven
She does not have any kind of complete control over her own life
She wrestles with the regrets of her past with great strife
They haunt and taunt her every moments with tremendous rife
Her heart and soul are bleeding and love is holding the knife
He is every breath she takes
While her heart forever waits and endlessly breaks
She is left her to wonder just how much will she keep forsaking
With her body trembling and she's unsteady from all the shaking
She hopes for that day, the one where he will again call
She thinks of him in her waking daylight, she thinks of him when the shadow of darkness falls
She stands there at the window now still gazing up at the stars
Loving him constantly praying to have him near, but doing so from afar
Carrying her weight from her world upon her shoulders on her own
Wanting to hold him, yet still all so alone
She then glances in the mirror only to finally clearly see
That woman standing in the very spot is no one other but me
Love her when you can
love her if you can
spare her when you can
bless her for you can
adore him when you can
embrace him coz you can
rebuke him for you have to
assist him for you can
Hold hands when you can
share love when its pure
deny not what you feel
find refuge in each other
fear thee not heartbreak
pre-empt not what is pure
attain happiness in love
delight in what you love
aspire to please
the one you love
aim to satisfy
your lovers needs
Give yourself for love
ransom your soul with love
assure you're heart with love
For love is the gift of mortality
and the envy of immortals..
I suppose you wanted to leave us all behind
Momma, what am I supposed to do? Love you?
I chose to write this poem to belong and find
That life is so beautiful beyond the hedge, who knew
I want to be kind to myself once more
I am handsome to the core...me, I adore…
I need to forgive the horrid past
It won't last, it goes by so fast
I guess you wanted to move on from your family
Momma, what am I supposed to it? Accept it with a smile of pity?
I chose to write this rhyme to set my mind ablaze with desirable hope
I can cope with the coursing emotions inside if I hold on to life's rope
I want to think positive and do what's right
I am stronger than I realize, I am not alone and I'm not a failure as I take flight
I need to forget the hours wasted somehow
It won't last longer than a minute, so take a bow
I won't grieve anymore
I won't fight this silent war
I won't leave worry ajar...I chew tension's tar
I won't break promises that are made from afar
I won't escape my endless, personal responsibilities
I will accept my many possibilities and opportunities
I can't just give up and let sick sorrow sink in again
I can't just give in to a failure's mentality from within
Somber is the tone of a sighing breeze
To hear her crying, in tormented grief.
Her children use to adore her beauty and its life.
And now with anguish, they rebel with strife.
They have desecrated this wonder with their hate.
Isolated themselves from our mother with haste.
Their mother knows they live in fear of not knowing.
For her children created their hell and it is growing.
Few of her children have turned from this destitution.
They begin to make us aware and start on her restitution.
They bring us closer to her with wisdom of the ages.
Showing all who listen to her, the natural gift of life, from her sages.
Native Americans has given us insight on how to live with her.
Other Old religions sought her natural life that is true and sure.
Truly, the natural wonders of her life offers abundance to what we need.
It is her way to heals us all through each and every seed.
As her natural beauty is arrayed before us in her majestic wreath.
We become still , feel her within us, as our souls start to breath.
It is not to late to turn away from life of concrete and hopelessness.
To be with our father and mother of love in life well blessed.
Take heed, loved ones, you are well loved and cared for.
And in this life of beauty and wonder, who could want more?
I've been watched by suspicious eyes
that hide and cause fear,
I've sensed that presence when its shadow
draws feelings of uneasiness...
when all thoughts are clear
and I feel free to run towards tomorrow.
Where's that attraction tenderly felt,
expressed when meeting up the perfect one,
that faithful one guiding you through life?
If doubts are strong, you shouldn't start
dreaming and imagine your dream
will give you any feeling of esteem.
Strangers faces seldom smile,
their cold eyes offer distrust;
I adore faces that are friendly
and are brightened by confidence
being assured they won't lie.
What is everyone looking for today?
Tell that secret revealing your thought,
letting everybody know your choice.
Where's that attraction tenderly felt in a true smile?
Does that excite your senses making her your adorable pup?
When will you finally decide to commit yourself and give up
each freedom and let her cuddle in your arms of sunshine...
wishing she would stay and make you happy for a lifetime,
giving you the allusion of hearing wedding bells that chime?
The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of sleep,
contend with baby vomit,
or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts
completely the wrong way around.
Yet all is part of being loving
to a newborn child. Sometimes
I get the weird, unworldly feeling
that I'm the worst grandpa of all.
Perhaps it's just that I'm getting old.
Try lifting the chubby scamp a little while
and oh my poor back simply aches.
And if he cries I must find out
what ails the urchin, my dearest pet.
A dirty nappy? Someone take care,
mother or granny, it's their job I'm afraid.
But if it's a bottle of milk he wants,
or nibbling a few small pieces of cereal,
then I am game. Bring on the glorious food.
And when he sleeps, I'm just in heaven,
contemplating the profound miracle of life.
For though he's not directly mine,
he's the continuation of my genetic line.
And so I worry if he coughs or wheezes,
or falls whilst crawling, adding to his bruises.
Awake he's smiling, a gurgling bundle of joy
that makes me proud, he's Nicholas my boy.
NB Nicholas, my grandson, is now 18 years old, studying dentistry at University (first in class) and has a driver's licence too.