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"ador" poems
Throughout the constellations that are brimming with ador Only one star reminds me of you
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Constellations
Break away from the chains of rationalism, Follow your heart or die mortal man. Keep going, pressing ever forward, Calamity lasts but one moment unless in peril. Pressure is nothing compared to your wants. Fancy the girl, go after your wants not her needs. Love all that is good for you. Hate all that is bad for you. Carpe Diem! Carpe Ador. Treat yourself for you only live but a day. Hold yourself back for no one but you, yourself. Spend your life in heated arguments, heated passion, and heated rage. Enjoy the love-life of the ***** and vile For you only should marry once, and are never tied down. Speak your thoughts as profane and as loud. Rock the mild, ignore the wise, victory in love is care for only thyself. Love is a lie and mortal. Love is nothing but ecstasy.
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
Tropical Emotions
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence Got an antipathy to wit and sence, And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant 'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant; Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen I had converted, or excuseless been: For each birth of thy muse to after-times Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes. First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee, Once by they Love, next by Poetry; Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence: Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence. So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here, No fountains can be sweet that are not clear. Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares; And generously upbraids the world that they Should such a value for their ruine pay. But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill, The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32 As nothing else was worthy her or thee, So we admire almost t'Idolatry. What savage brest would not be rapt to find Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'? Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count) Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount, And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw, Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law. Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame, That nothing can distrub it but my name; Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine 'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ... "Live, till the disabused world consent All truths of use, or strength, or ornament, Are with such harmony by thee displaid, As the whole world was first by number made And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.
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To Mr. Vaughan, Silurist on His Poems
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence Got an antipathy to wit and sence, And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant 'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant; Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen I had converted, or excuseless been: For each birth of thy muse to after-times Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes. First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee, Once by they Love, next by Poetry; Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence: Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence. So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here, No fountains can be sweet that are not clear. Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares; And generously upbraids the world that they Should such a value for their ruine pay. But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill, The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32 As nothing else was worthy her or thee, So we admire almost t'Idolatry. What savage brest would not be rapt to find Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'? Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count) Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount, And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw, Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law. Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame, That nothing can distrub it but my name; Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine 'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ... "Live, till the disabused world consent All truths of use, or strength, or ornament, Are with such harmony by thee displaid, As the whole world was first by number made And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.
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Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow? Oh! when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay? The present is hell! and the coming to-morrow But brings, with new torture, the curse of to-day. From my eye flows no tear, from my lips flow no curses, I blast not the fiends who have hurl’d me from bliss; For poor is the soul which, bewailing, rehearses Its querulous grief, when in anguish like this— Was my eye, ’stead of tears, with red fury flakes bright’ning, Would my lips breathe a flame which no stream could assuage, On our foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning, With transport my tongue give a loose to its rage. But now tears and curses, alike unavailing, Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight; Could they view us our sad separation bewailing, Their merciless hearts would rejoice at the sight. Yet, still, though we bend with a feign’d resignation, Life beams not for us with one ray that can cheer; Love and Hope upon earth bring no more consolation, In the grave is our hope, for in life is our fear. Oh! when, my ador’d, in the tomb will they place me, Since, in life, love and friendship for ever are fled? If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee, Perhaps they will leave unmolested—the dead.
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To Caroline (III)
Te iubesc mai mult decât știi Si oriunde vom fi In munți sau in nori Te ador pana mor
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Gânduri
i. dear cosmonaut, some days i am in love with you. some days i am in love with you and i ache in every language i know and a thousand i don't; your name spilling from constellations like some pure wor(l)d built elysium. ii. there are days i am ador(n)ed by the skin of those who matter when kindness blisters and it burns; i am spitfire conflagrations and no respite, no shelter when comfort is the flame you fly from. iii. in the between moments i am paused floating lonesome interstellar satellites in orbit; these are days that feel like all days and none and i cry out to believe i am. not broken, yet sacred and longing sca(r)red, and wanting. you, perhaps. iv. dear cosmonaut, some days you are everything; but the sun must always set.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
interstellar motion (the north star)
As I walked in the door I saw a rose on the floor A note at my feet That said follow me Peddle by peddle I found on the floor A trail I would follow to the one I ador The sent of her love I picked up in the air I walked passed a mirror That said I love you in lipstick My heart then started pounding Full of love I have to find my women Is all I know She loves these little games It arouses me so She's hiding somewhere And I want her so She tries to hide But her  breathing is so hard My passion goes wild Because I love this girl She can't hold it in Nor either can I We make love all night Like the stars in the sky
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
she hide's with love
Acută Cocolita! Tu voi să înțeleagă lumea… Eu voi recita K-lumea. Tu: De vorbesc, scurtează… poezia n-o cripta! Eu: De amăgesc, rimează… pana mea! În inimă înrădăcinat: Dintotdeauna focusat, pe a găsi, Cel puțin oferi un sens vieții. Așteptat din interior, deși mort fără tine mor, Neașteptat din exterior, puicuța mea... te ador! Acestea oare? Idilicul ce doare, Flux simbolic, Paradox logic, Realul ca alinare. Lună și soare, Colți și gheare, Creți dar/și drepți, Jenă și pasiune, Frișcă și căpșune. Ce întrebare… Există multe alte elemente, Adunate, îmbinate— Toate suficiente? Urmează multe alte evenimente. Copii… Crescuți din agonie, Trăim în armonie. Al tău pe vecie, Draga mea excepție! Ca atare: Rezonanță mai adâncă; Decât în muzică, În sfârșit *** afirma: Este soțioara mea!
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Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
"Nunta"
Once upon a time ago, A phoenix dared kiss a dove; Together, wings beat with love, With ador true, passion slow. Phoenix of autumnal light, Hearts collide and lit aglow. Together, they could both grow, Through open skies they took flight. Once they moved in tandem, now Still as a set sun they lay. Easy love they did portray; Though turtle promised no vows. Here the anthem doth commence: Love and constancy is dead; Died it did when Phoenix fled, Dove still feels a loss, immense. Phoenix from ash is reborn; And perfect as they hath seemed (Like nothing could come between) The dove from ash remains torn. Feathers of flame and fury, Fervor, passion, sparks ignite, And ashes spread like a blight, Below, dove burned to bury. Reciprocity a dream, With singed wings, dove died on dirt, What remained; a numbing hurt, Death of love is now the theme. For True Love does not exist, Phoenix burned the whole night through, From turtledove they withdrew, Love is only reminisced. So heed this tale as warning: Wise the owl who stands alone, Or eagles heart, cut from stone, Now the crows stay in mourning.
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Epicedium of The Phoenix and the Turtle
Yo sí te quiero Mi caballero El mundo entero No quiero más Yo te ador' En el resplendor De nuestro amor Me siento en paz Yo sí te quiero Y siempre espero Mostrar y verlo Tu amor además
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Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 1:01 AM UTC
Querer
In your warm grasp, I shiver, wet eyes across my skin, burning gaze, turned to liquid in your passion-clad embrace. Caress my flesh gently, my love, my skin is fragile against your inferno-- your cheeks are coral-flushed and peach. Legs clasped by tangled sheets, knees bruised and knobby, they clatter and creak, augment my vulnerability, your breath is sweet and welcoming. I breathe. Your lips are chapped and precious, in their rosy, saccharine spread, my own quiver in their intensity. Don’t love me too hard, my porcelain dear, my plains stretch long and ador-flushed. They ache for you and your cooling touch.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
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