"acclamations" poems - Hello Poetry

feels like i'm always throwing something out there only to have it bounce back at me untouched obviously unimpressive to anyone why are some conceptions notions thoughts acclamations beliefs disregarded as nothing by so many kinda makes me want to quit kinda makes me want to chuck it all give up throw in the towel raise my hands in surrender and be done with it all but i won't i'll keep tossing with stubborn determination knowing that one day i'll electrifyingly amaze the right person!

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC

susanjj

pining for the positively positive response

feels like i'm always throwing something out there only to have it bounce back at me untouched obviously unimpressive to anyone why are some conceptions notions thoughts acclamations beliefs disregarded as nothing by so many kinda makes me want to quit kinda makes me want to chuck it all give up throw in the towel raise my hands in surrender and be done with it all but i won't i'll keep tossing with stubborn determination knowing that one day i'll electrifyingly amaze the right person!

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To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacobs God, that all may hear Loud acclamations ring. Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song The Timbrel hither bring The cheerfull Psaltry bring along And Harp with pleasant string. Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon With Trumpets lofty sound, Th’appointed time, the day wheron Our solemn Feast comes round. This was a Statute giv’n of old For Israel to observe A Law of Jacobs God, to hold From whence they might not swerve. This he a Testimony ordain’d In Joseph, not to change, When as he pass’d through Aegypt land; The Tongue I heard, was strange. From burden, and from slavish toyle I set his shoulder free; His hands from pots, and mirie soyle Deliver’d were by me. When trouble did thee sore assaile, On me then didst thou call, And I to free thee did not faile, And led thee out of thrall. I answer’d thee in *thunder deep *Be Sether ragnam. With clouds encompass’d round; I tri’d thee at the water steep Of Meriba renown’d. Hear O my people, heark’n well, I testifie to thee Thou antient flock of Israel, If thou wilt list to mee, Through out the land of thy abode No alien God shall be Nor shalt thou to a forein God In honour bend thy knee. I am the Lord thy God which brought Thee out of Aegypt land Ask large enough, and I, besought, Will grant thy full demand. And yet my people would not hear, Nor hearken to my voice; And Israel whom I lov’d so dear Mislik’d me for his choice. Then did I leave them to their will And to their wandring mind; Their own conceits they follow’d still Their own devises blind O that my people would be wise To serve me all their daies, And O that Israel would advise To walk my righteous waies. Then would I soon bring down their foes That now so proudly rise, And turn my hand against all those That are their enemies. Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend, But they, His should remain, Their time should have no end. And he would free them from the shock With flower of finest wheat, And satisfie them from the rock With Honey for their Meat.

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John Milton

Psalm 81

To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacobs God, that all may hear Loud acclamations ring. Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song The Timbrel hither bring The cheerfull Psaltry bring along And Harp with pleasant string. Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon With Trumpets lofty sound, Th’appointed time, the day wheron Our solemn Feast comes round. This was a Statute giv’n of old For Israel to observe A Law of Jacobs God, to hold From whence they might not swerve. This he a Testimony ordain’d In Joseph, not to change, When as he pass’d through Aegypt land; The Tongue I heard, was strange. From burden, and from slavish toyle I set his shoulder free; His hands from pots, and mirie soyle Deliver’d were by me. When trouble did thee sore assaile, On me then didst thou call, And I to free thee did not faile, And led thee out of thrall. I answer’d thee in *thunder deep *Be Sether ragnam. With clouds encompass’d round; I tri’d thee at the water steep Of Meriba renown’d. Hear O my people, heark’n well, I testifie to thee Thou antient flock of Israel, If thou wilt list to mee, Through out the land of thy abode No alien God shall be Nor shalt thou to a forein God In honour bend thy knee. I am the Lord thy God which brought Thee out of Aegypt land Ask large enough, and I, besought, Will grant thy full demand. And yet my people would not hear, Nor hearken to my voice; And Israel whom I lov’d so dear Mislik’d me for his choice. Then did I leave them to their will And to their wandring mind; Their own conceits they follow’d still Their own devises blind O that my people would be wise To serve me all their daies, And O that Israel would advise To walk my righteous waies. Then would I soon bring down their foes That now so proudly rise, And turn my hand against all those That are their enemies. Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend, But they, His should remain, Their time should have no end. And he would free them from the shock With flower of finest wheat, And satisfie them from the rock With Honey for their Meat.

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It's scary as **** I'm living a double life I've created a whirlwind fantasy of perfected misery smack dab in the middle of something meant to be left for broken meant to be ashes withered to dust and here I am barely putting my pieces back together in the way they were made because i thought self admiration and emotional mutilation confirmed all acclamations that this isn't love this is lust So in the back of my mind I think who do I trust? while my heart begs and pleads give his soul right to me and my soul goes right to him (because that ***** is so free) I attempt to resist but for the life of me every ******* cell in my body gives right in temptation is bliss

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC

LunaLynn_Poetry

double life

It's scary as **** I'm living a double life I've created a whirlwind fantasy of perfected misery smack dab in the middle of something meant to be left for broken meant to be ashes withered to dust and here I am barely putting my pieces back together in the way they were made because i thought self admiration and emotional mutilation confirmed all acclamations that this isn't love this is lust So in the back of my mind I think who do I trust? while my heart begs and pleads give his soul right to me and my soul goes right to him (because that ***** is so free) I attempt to resist but for the life of me every ******* cell in my body gives right in temptation is bliss

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By: Cedric McClester Don’t know what to say Other than fairwell Death has finally claimed Another venerable hotel Where everyone from Sid Vicious to Dee Dee Ramone At one time or another stayed And called it their home Requiem for the Chelsea May she rest in peace Now that all activity inside her Has finally ceased Closed for renovations See we’ve heard that before The death knell has been tolled She ain’t coming back no more Nevermore to open In its present incarnation Cos now the Chelsea’s history Despite the acclamations What the future holds Is anybody’s guess But if I’m forced to take one I’d say condos at best The Chelsea was a grand hotel Back there in the day Name me one musician Who didn’t book a stay The Chelsea was iconic What else can I say Except that it’s ironic That it went down that way Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC

cedric-mcclester

DEATH OF THE CHELSEA HOTEL

By: Cedric McClester Don’t know what to say Other than fairwell Death has finally claimed Another venerable hotel Where everyone from Sid Vicious to Dee Dee Ramone At one time or another stayed And called it their home Requiem for the Chelsea May she rest in peace Now that all activity inside her Has finally ceased Closed for renovations See we’ve heard that before The death knell has been tolled She ain’t coming back no more Nevermore to open In its present incarnation Cos now the Chelsea’s history Despite the acclamations What the future holds Is anybody’s guess But if I’m forced to take one I’d say condos at best The Chelsea was a grand hotel Back there in the day Name me one musician Who didn’t book a stay The Chelsea was iconic What else can I say Except that it’s ironic That it went down that way Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.

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O lord my God When I in awesome wonder Consider all the words Thy hands have made I see the stars I hear the rollin' thunder Thy power throughout The universe displayed Then sing my soul My savior God to Thee, How great Thou art When Christ shall come With shouts of acclamations And take me home What joy shall fill my heart Then I shall bow In humble adoration And there proclame "My God, how great Thou art!"

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Jul 20, 2013

Jul 20, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC

jessica-17

How Great Thou Art

O lord my God When I in awesome wonder Consider all the words Thy hands have made I see the stars I hear the rollin' thunder Thy power throughout The universe displayed Then sing my soul My savior God to Thee, How great Thou art When Christ shall come With shouts of acclamations And take me home What joy shall fill my heart Then I shall bow In humble adoration And there proclame "My God, how great Thou art!"

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...Kites, Roses and Apple Pie... In life, in deeds, You have been, still are, courageous In your words, in your creeds, I say you are all so sweet, Infectious, You all are contagious! Just a single line of your words Would surely, quickly be re-quoted. You are exemplary in Whatever you say or do... Enlightened are those with furrowed brows Upon reading your works, Commendations, And acclamations Bothered by ideas and words So foreign and difficult... Clarifications, simple explanations Readily are provided... One need not ask... Like well respected, learned leaders, Actions, words are emulated. You are sweet... You are infectious... You are contagious! If you were colorful kites, Soaring up the blue skies You would have so many tails Hanging, trailing behind you... Here in our world Your followers are like ants Trailing your footsteps... Never straying, not at all waning, But multiplying..... In a bed of roses, Bees, birds and butterflies Would never stop fussing Endlessly buzzing From up above, and all around you... Taking all their needs, Not forgetting themselves to feed, To recreate, from your seeds these, they are bound to heed... If you were a plate of fresh, Yummy and crusty apple pie, With a scoop of ice cream on top.. Oh me, oh, my....I am bound to starve... Pardon me, but... This would be my call, my turn... Surely, I would be oblivious The first one to be ravenous To the point of being outrageous Can't stop...can't wait... This is my moment: As long as I have a mug of hot brewed coffee I shall take my time... I won't feel choked, Won't even be thirsty... Voraciously, I would finish the whole plate off... Til crust and crumbs fill me with too much stuff... For the Triumvirate of Bala, Nat and Pradip... ***in alphabetical order, no one comes first or last... for these three are all soaring high in their respective styles of poetry...*** ***there are many others worth mentioning, a plethora of names and styles, in fact... the right words, the right moment would present itself to yours truly, one day...*** Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

CONTAGIOUS

...Kites, Roses and Apple Pie... In life, in deeds, You have been, still are, courageous In your words, in your creeds, I say you are all so sweet, Infectious, You all are contagious! Just a single line of your words Would surely, quickly be re-quoted. You are exemplary in Whatever you say or do... Enlightened are those with furrowed brows Upon reading your works, Commendations, And acclamations Bothered by ideas and words So foreign and difficult... Clarifications, simple explanations Readily are provided... One need not ask... Like well respected, learned leaders, Actions, words are emulated. You are sweet... You are infectious... You are contagious! If you were colorful kites, Soaring up the blue skies You would have so many tails Hanging, trailing behind you... Here in our world Your followers are like ants Trailing your footsteps... Never straying, not at all waning, But multiplying..... In a bed of roses, Bees, birds and butterflies Would never stop fussing Endlessly buzzing From up above, and all around you... Taking all their needs, Not forgetting themselves to feed, To recreate, from your seeds these, they are bound to heed... If you were a plate of fresh, Yummy and crusty apple pie, With a scoop of ice cream on top.. Oh me, oh, my....I am bound to starve... Pardon me, but... This would be my call, my turn... Surely, I would be oblivious The first one to be ravenous To the point of being outrageous Can't stop...can't wait... This is my moment: As long as I have a mug of hot brewed coffee I shall take my time... I won't feel choked, Won't even be thirsty... Voraciously, I would finish the whole plate off... Til crust and crumbs fill me with too much stuff... For the Triumvirate of Bala, Nat and Pradip... ***in alphabetical order, no one comes first or last... for these three are all soaring high in their respective styles of poetry...*** ***there are many others worth mentioning, a plethora of names and styles, in fact... the right words, the right moment would present itself to yours truly, one day...*** Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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...kites, roses and apple pie (A repost from 2014...edited) In life, in deeds, You have been, still are, courageous In your words, in your creeds, I say you are all so sweet, Infectious, You all are contagious! Just a single line of your words Would surely, quickly be re-quoted. You are exemplary in Whatever you say or do... Enlightened are those with furrowed brows Upon reading your works, Commendations, And acclamations Bothered by ideas and words So foreign and difficult... Clarifications, simple explanations Readily are provided... One need not ask... Like well respected, learned leaders, Actions, words are emulated. You are sweet... You are infectious... You are contagious! If you were colorful kites, Soaring up the blue skies You would have so many tails Hanging, trailing behind you... Here in our world Your followers are like ants Trailing your footsteps... Never straying, not at all waning, But multiplying..... In a bed of roses, Bees, birds and butterflies Would never stop fussing Endlessly buzzing From up above, and all around you... Taking all their needs, Not forgetting themselves to feed, To recreate, from your seeds these, they are bound to heed... Now, If you were a plate of fresh, Yummy and crusty apple pie, With a scoop of ice cream on top.. Oh me, oh, my.... I may not forget these three men, But....I am bound to starve... Pardon me, but... Surely, I would be oblivious The first one to be ravenous To the point of being outrageous Can't stop...can't wait... This is my moment: As long as I have a mug of hot brewed coffee I shall take my time... I won't feel choked, Won't even be thirsty... Voraciously, I would finish the whole plate off... Til crust and crumbs fill me with too much stuff... :::::::::::: For the Triumvirate of Bala, Nat and Pradip... in alphabetical order, no one comes first or last... for these three are all soaring high in their respective styles of poetry... there are many others worth mentioning, a plethora of names and styles, in fact... Sally Copyright 2014 rrab

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Oct 28, 2017

Oct 28, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC

sally-a-bayan

Contagious

...kites, roses and apple pie (A repost from 2014...edited) In life, in deeds, You have been, still are, courageous In your words, in your creeds, I say you are all so sweet, Infectious, You all are contagious! Just a single line of your words Would surely, quickly be re-quoted. You are exemplary in Whatever you say or do... Enlightened are those with furrowed brows Upon reading your works, Commendations, And acclamations Bothered by ideas and words So foreign and difficult... Clarifications, simple explanations Readily are provided... One need not ask... Like well respected, learned leaders, Actions, words are emulated. You are sweet... You are infectious... You are contagious! If you were colorful kites, Soaring up the blue skies You would have so many tails Hanging, trailing behind you... Here in our world Your followers are like ants Trailing your footsteps... Never straying, not at all waning, But multiplying..... In a bed of roses, Bees, birds and butterflies Would never stop fussing Endlessly buzzing From up above, and all around you... Taking all their needs, Not forgetting themselves to feed, To recreate, from your seeds these, they are bound to heed... Now, If you were a plate of fresh, Yummy and crusty apple pie, With a scoop of ice cream on top.. Oh me, oh, my.... I may not forget these three men, But....I am bound to starve... Pardon me, but... Surely, I would be oblivious The first one to be ravenous To the point of being outrageous Can't stop...can't wait... This is my moment: As long as I have a mug of hot brewed coffee I shall take my time... I won't feel choked, Won't even be thirsty... Voraciously, I would finish the whole plate off... Til crust and crumbs fill me with too much stuff... :::::::::::: For the Triumvirate of Bala, Nat and Pradip... in alphabetical order, no one comes first or last... for these three are all soaring high in their respective styles of poetry... there are many others worth mentioning, a plethora of names and styles, in fact... Sally Copyright 2014 rrab

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Could you forgive the siren I am? How this sea is eating me. and has swallowed me up, body whole, I'm incomplete. There is no sunrise under these waters. No end and no beginning. No warmth. No touch. I only see blue. I will not be a siren to you. Filled with false acclamations and tales. covered with blue and black, A beast who cries ink and does not see the tentacles forming underneath her. I vow to never sing a song that is not mine to ears as deserving as yours. Oh, to let you in the depths of me, every cave, every fissure. Your eyes on everything that rouses within me. To be the shoreline to you. And to never haunt you with the fathoms of the deep and illusory, transparent words I formed. I can only look up at you, beached. the ***** of the sea. repulsive and exposed. Forgive me for the siren I 've been.

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Mar 26, 2012

Mar 26, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC

sarah-or-something

Beached.

Could you forgive the siren I am? How this sea is eating me. and has swallowed me up, body whole, I'm incomplete. There is no sunrise under these waters. No end and no beginning. No warmth. No touch. I only see blue. I will not be a siren to you. Filled with false acclamations and tales. covered with blue and black, A beast who cries ink and does not see the tentacles forming underneath her. I vow to never sing a song that is not mine to ears as deserving as yours. Oh, to let you in the depths of me, every cave, every fissure. Your eyes on everything that rouses within me. To be the shoreline to you. And to never haunt you with the fathoms of the deep and illusory, transparent words I formed. I can only look up at you, beached. the ***** of the sea. repulsive and exposed. Forgive me for the siren I 've been.

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Leave behind a lasting mem'ry in the world when you depart; A lovely, warm soliloquy spoken to the human heart. Bury deep within the fathoms of the aching, longing soul acclamations, and the anthems of the purpose on patrol. Show another, in their losses how to go the merry way. Help them lift, and bear their crosses that their night may turn to day. Be the hero for a season to a man in time of need. He will see, displayed, the reason heart-to-heart, and deed by deed. When, at last, the bells are ringing and it's time to meet the grave, leave behind a choir singing of the hearts you helped to save.

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC

chris-schleier-jr

Leave Behind a Lasting Mem'ry

Leave behind a lasting mem'ry in the world when you depart; A lovely, warm soliloquy spoken to the human heart. Bury deep within the fathoms of the aching, longing soul acclamations, and the anthems of the purpose on patrol. Show another, in their losses how to go the merry way. Help them lift, and bear their crosses that their night may turn to day. Be the hero for a season to a man in time of need. He will see, displayed, the reason heart-to-heart, and deed by deed. When, at last, the bells are ringing and it's time to meet the grave, leave behind a choir singing of the hearts you helped to save.

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Oh how does the world keep turning when life itself is slowing. When in the midst of darkness the wind is but a whisper in the distant corner of my mind where the nightmares like to hide. And the thoughts kept at bay during the day rampage aimlessly at this late hour. The ceiling Mockingly dangles the key to my freedom, all the while so close. If only I could rid myself from the clutches of these sheets. I hear the birds chirping my demise for morning has come once again with the happiest of acclamations to pronounce the new day and another sleepless night at end.

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC

Mikkobee

Tired

Oh how does the world keep turning when life itself is slowing. When in the midst of darkness the wind is but a whisper in the distant corner of my mind where the nightmares like to hide. And the thoughts kept at bay during the day rampage aimlessly at this late hour. The ceiling Mockingly dangles the key to my freedom, all the while so close. If only I could rid myself from the clutches of these sheets. I hear the birds chirping my demise for morning has come once again with the happiest of acclamations to pronounce the new day and another sleepless night at end.

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