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Details | Ode | |

You Know

Yes, my dear, you know, You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope I need your emotion spread onto my life, I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding Do not let our words run dry Together, in strength, we will always know And now you know, So smile, be joyous, and kiss these candid truths For they proclaim your greatness to the universe In shouts of glory, in loving whispers, On every shine of ocean shivers, You know You will always know I love you for you
To all my poetic friends, this poem is dedicated to you! This includes: David Breidenthal, Sharon Breidenthal, Rebecca Larkin, Justin A. Bordner, Just That Archaic Poet(Chan), HGarvey Daniel Esquire, James Peranteau, Guillermo Soto, Mystic Rose(Vienna), Dan Kearley, Liam Mcdaid, Kim Patrice Nunez, Rob S, Jack Ellison, Duke Beaufort, Drake Eszes(Gabriel), Davina Browne, Gary Bateman , Kyle Carlson, John Fleming, Peter Walsh, Sarah Kendrick, Jade Celeste(Eileen), Mikey Scribner, Bindu Vijayan, Don Johnson, Jake Ponce, FJ Thomas, Jan Allison, Emile Pinet, Honestly J.T, Stephen Kilmer, SKAT A, Tim Ryerson, Richard Lamoureaux, Maurice Yvonne, Giorgio A.V, Lyric Man, Mustapha Mohammed, Justin Connor, Tim Smith, Poet Destroyer A (Linda), Olive Eloisa Guillermo, James Marshall Goff, Hannington Mumo, scott thirtyseven, Judy Kronos, Eve Roper, Sandra Haight, Gautami Phookan, Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, Connie Marcum Wong,Rightly Jennings Nathan Fehr, Devin Irving, Robert L. Hinshaw, Ralph Taylor,Tanja Vermaak,Nicole Viernes,Neva Romaine, Anne Lise Andreson, Nandita Das, Funom Makama, Kevin Leake, Tammy Reams, Dean Marais, David Meade, Debbie Guzzi, Peter Holmes, Sunflower Poetess, Dr.Upma A. Sharma, William Gray, Rajat Kanti Chakraba Rty, Courtney Courtney, Cherl Dunn, David Brown, Casarah Nance, Paul Callus, Ronald Zammit, Jiril Clemons, Carl Fraser, Afolabi Muideen, Dr. Ram Mehta, Shadow Hamilton, Donovan Willis, Cynthia Ferguson, Ed Ebbs, Nette Onclaud, Cindy Cayton, Wayne Riley, Muhammad Safa Thajudeen, Sheri Fresonke Harper, Yeisiel Rios, Chelsea Chords, David Mohn, Gerald Moise, Verlena S. Walker, Kelly Deschler, Ettie Christian, Arild Andresen Ertsland, Malik Yaseen, Kurdt Cohen, Arlene Smith, Karl Marszalowicz, Pace INK-U-SCRIPT, Elly D. A. Wouterse, Pandita Sanchez, Elisabeth Wesley, Carrie Richards, John Loving iii, Andrea Dietrich, Chris D. Aechtner, Robert Petitt, Jay Loveless, KJ Force, Vicky Tsiluma, Craig Cornish, Johnney Rhinem, Keith Bickerstaffe, David Scott, The Situation, Red Fiery, Painted Hunter, Harry Horseman, Edward Orozco, Wayland Bunch, Wally Flint ,James Horn...and so many more!!!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick | |

Ode to occupy wall street

The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their 

*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these Board 
Members, Corrupt Managers, Dishonest Used Car Salesmen, Presidential Candidates with more than two Residences, Elected Presidents (and their lackeys who pretend to regulate but look the other way)

**The Enslaved: Workers, Career Regulators who are trying to protect the public, Honest Hard Working Citizens, Students--some with oppressive loans, Immigrants, Soldiers, Police, Firemen and Firewomen, Parents, Children, Orphans, Disabled, The Sick, Small Business Owners (who don’t hire lobbyists), Volunteers, Health Care Workers, Welfare Recipients, Inventors, Investors, Entrepreneurs, Actors, Artists, Journalists who do in-depth investigation (not like those with FOX News, ABC Radio or many other of the outlets where they mouth the status quo), Non Profit Corporations, Charities, Teachers, Transportation Workers, Waiters and Waitresses, Dishwashers, Servants, Farmers, Managers, Ship Hands, Cooks, Unemployed   

Author' s Note:  Have been at Occupy Wall Street 8 days in the past two months--which is why I haven't been here--plus I have to work.  Miss you all, but it's for a good cause.  I am very briefly seen on Conan's feature: Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at Occupy Wall Street if you are looking for some humor with a little umph.

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode | |


Falling ever helplessly
Into a burning sea
Of passion and desire
Where Rraine surpasses me

Comforted of saving grace
Unending empathy
Rising to a cloud of peace
Where Rraine inspires me

Now my life’s a billow
A churning fantasy
A blanket and a pillow 
Where Rraine amazes me

Longing for a day of Rraine
Under a pecan tree
My thoughts a scorching desert
Where Rraine refreshes me

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode | |

Sexy Curves

In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street. 
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.

A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable. 
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see. 

I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop. 

You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a  little and calms. 
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.

You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock. 

Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed. 
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap. 

Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss. 

Dedicated to all the woman of the world. 
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all. 


Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |




It is with real sadness and deep regret that we announce the death of Coronation Street. Born in December 1960 in a back street in Manchester, it grew up to become the most watched and best-loved series on television. Noted for all its wit, sharp storylines and strong characters, Coronation Street was unmissable. Fans flocked to Granada Studios to see the place of its birth, and videos of its life and times sold in their thousands.

Millions of fans adored its residents, which included Ena Sharples and Elsie Tanner, whose presence and confrontations on screen crackled and mesmerised; the unforgettable Hilda and Stan Ogden who knew their place (deep in our hearts); and Ken and Deirdre with their continual rows and love interests. For years, it entertained and reigned supreme, regularly topping the viewing charts.

But, almost unnoticed, Coronation Street became ill. An occasional deviation from the script here, a far-fetched storyline there, and the introduction of characters who seemed to have lost their way en route to an Eastenders audition. Fans noticed. What was happening?

In denial, Coronation Street refused to go to the doctor. Gradually its main characters were usurped and suffocated as ‘modern families’, and ‘storylines relevant to today’ took over.

A cancer of political correctness set in. Terminally stricken, Coronation Street grew worse and, unable to watch the death of an old friend, viewers deserted it. There were many at the funeral: scriptwriters who thought, wrongly, that they could raise the dead, and actors and actresses who were glad of the work but knew little of the deceased.

The real Coronation Street was brilliant in its day. Now, friends of the late series can only mourn: they thought it would go on for ever. No flowers by request, but a donation to any organisation teaching scriptwriting would be most appreciated.



Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode | |

In War, Victory Kills

The Warrior On Top The Mountain
Swings His Sword Like A Legend
Though I'm Skilled In Combat
Let These Words Teach You A Lesson...
Some Avoid War Because
They Could Lose In The End
I Avoid War Because
What I Will Destroy Just To Win....
Defeat Dies.....
Victory Kills...
It Is Better To Let The Hate Move On
And Let The Love Stand Still

Copyright © Cortez Maurell Lewis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |

To the Children of the World

To the Children of the World

You, little pounding drums of hope,
Who echo the dreams of a myriad years,

You, unyielding sparkles of wisdom,
Who answer the prayers of billions of hearts,

You, fortifying steps of eternity,
 Who erect the aspirations of fallen souls,

Past, present and future have turn their,
                         Glittering eyes upon you,

Expecting you to march on, with all your energy,
                      Under the banner of inspiring love,

Conquering humanity’s unconquered
Demolishing divisions’ un-demolished
And building, the unbuildable up to
New Loving World!


© Demetrios Trifiatis 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |


Bloom! Bloom! O! This evermore wintry tide
Whisper litanies, wondrous lullaby,
Caress skins in that comely way you ride
Marvels of seasoned rind of litany;
As you march avidly, a lone Magi
Desert of roofs blend, your trusty drummers
Quench their arid taste, dust tongues scream, twist, prancing
About. Cadence of words dry
Like fire throat, miles ran, visage of radar
Bridge and brace me to hearken, phone ringing!

Like the soft warmth that never try to hide
Of noon-lake, a swift cut of knife sharply
Through yam, perfect sequence of each slide,
Slices of ease drop, manna fall creamy
Upon eyelids-vertigo turn up sly.
I’m butterfly, cocooned in your fingers,
Spell the craze of disturbed markets racing.
Noxious nostrils, cold nigh
 To spill chilly globules, tobacco tars
Ebb cursive; somnolent steps receding.

Now I am soft like tender foliage wide
To stark sun rays, woman splayed, slippery.
 Rapture, I incline to your meshed inside
Grant that laughter of a nude history
Where specters feast, their bliss and empty sigh;
Anodyne rings of mirth with diameter
Copious, contempt of your feet pattering;
So my answer is wry.
Louse, I latch to the phone, sweet chat linger
Till rain cast her nest; am I lost dreaming?

First Place in Cyndi Macmillan's Contest.

Copyright © Onyebuchi Okonkwo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |

Call To Worship


To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
        Mind's Eye
By His goodness
And by His grace
A second with
             > GOD <
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
           And truly..
The most Divine
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
      That He should bring
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
          We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen

                Poet Author
                Gary Fie

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |

My Princess Growing

Started off so small
Growing so tall
Put Smiles on my face
In my head its Amazing
Hoping you won't be a static
Changing in every great way 
Its because my princess growing into
A queen

My queen you give me hope
and pride
Dignity and self efficiency you
will be someone Great I owe
it to GOD he gave me a princess 
growing into A queen
You are my light shining when 
I'm in the dark 
You make me not 
want a father not need one
I got you my princess
Growing into A queen

I'm going to raise you right
Tell you everyday how beautiful
you are 
You don't need to hear it from a 
You are my princess growing
Into a queen thanking you for
Giving me hope and pride to

What would I do if
I lost you, God forbid
that come true
Your my life when
there is no hope
You give me strength when 
There is no time
Princess don't worry you won't 
Lose me to drugs,prostitution
Addiction and Eviction 
I'm here to stay 
Because my princess
Growing into a Queen
I will make Great decisions 

Mianna you are my Princess 
Growing Into A Queen

Copyright © sherelle smith | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme | |


Green is the color  
of the wildest meadows that stun the roving eye!
Green is the color 
of the evergreens in our home at Christmastime!

Green is the color
of the scented garland pinned on my front door to welcome friends!
Green is the color
of the breath-taking Alps in Italy, Austria, Switzerland and France!

Green is the color
of the rolling hills in Tuscany that sway over small picturesque towns!
Green is the color
of the pines I admire when I stroll along paths with delightful sounds!

Green is the color
of the proud Irish on each Saint Patrick's day!
Green is the color
of Central Park where many New Yorkers play!

Green is the color
of everyone who loves Nature in all its grand beauty as much as I do!
Green is the color
of the olive branch that the gentle dove carries all the way through!   


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |




Oh, you daughters and sons of Man,
Latent heralds of truth,

Oh, you pioneers of hope, peace and mercy,
Sleeping apostles of compassion,

Wake up and join our ever-expanding ranks of love, 
You, solemn knights of light,

For it is time that darkness sounds retreat,
Beyond the boundaries of earth!

   © Demetrios Trifiatis
      24 NOVEMBER 2012 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |

Military Veteran Lamentations -Our Boys, V-Day 11-11-11

wet behind the ears
our boys
soldiers screwed beyond their years

healthy “Kens”
displaced from their “Barbies and Babies”
programmed to forget 
about what ifs 
or maybes

when deployed, "Boy go!"

Erase your youth 
now you’re real damn men!
geddem’ G.I. JOE!

the present is your rifle
so don’t blink about the past
enemies are better dead
so spray them AK’s fast

now Private
grab the phone and tell your Mom
you’re comin’ home insane (or in a box)
like our boys in Vietnam!

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011

Details | Blank verse | |

My Commitment Fears - A Short Confessional Ode

Many a pretty woman - and not so pretty woman 
has wanted to "tie the knot"
Fool that I am I never did - I avoided the "tender trap" 
However - and this is very important
I have taken up the craft of poetry 
Which as you know out there in the darkness 
can lift you up into the stratosphere - if you let it 
So, poetic brothers and sisters
   Dry your tears, you will all too soon be in a place where love and hate do not exist 
Peace Peace Peace 

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode | |


Sandy is why
you need
to take heed
and move your guise
a lining
is in the sky
silver is the color
and the money is fly
it’s in the love
that I’m writing
to ‘you’
a storm 
is coming
it's true.

Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

An Ode to Lost Love


I should have listened.

Alas, I was lost in the crowd.

You may not have said that you loved me,

there was never a reason for it to be said aloud.


I should have known better.

I kept pushing you away.

Your patience was tested,

till we each went,
on our own separate way.


Now the years have vanished.

I am grey and older.

I may not miss you all that much,

yet each day seems colder.


Time has not eased anything.

Yet I have no reasons for regret.

Days come and go as always,

but somehow I am unable to forget.


So forgive me if you can.

Not an easy task given my past.

Though I may be unable to absolve myself,

the void I feel is permanent,

my loss shall forever last.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |


Through a world of discordance, I found You.
From bane to bliss, You lifted me.

With a soul so resonate Your words.
With a spirit so lifted in jubilant assent.

In resonance of Your divine touch I praise
With peace I am saved by Your grace

Copyright © Piyo Ross | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode | |

An Ode's Smile

<                   oh ode old ode please come to me
                     illuminate frowned smiles
                     rejuvenate twinkle in eye
                     your task steady fast my old ode
                     your victory renowned thus crowned
                     soothing as childs teething bisquit
                     your demeanor captivating

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode | |

The warrior's Many songs yet Unsung

In the full light of a warriors plight,
Sometimes it becomes a case of  being slighted and being Aright,
Its a case of solemn thinkings to soothe this anguish and its deeprooted pain,
Do see things from the Warrior's point of view,
He sees Life as a kaleidoscopic dreamy paraphrase,
Roasting Angernuts and storing them aways as Groundnuts stored in airtight 
For when his flesh is pricked his thunderous clap resounds for eight villages and 
His most favorite son supplies his fill-ins of heavily spiced and stuffed roasted  
His most loving and caring daughter never allows his fresh kicking "House and 
Bush fly saluted" Palmwine to cease its awesome flow,
His youngest and most active wife sits at his left side to wrap his "wisdom 
fumes" in its tobacco sheath...Marijuana never tasted more spiritual from her very 
He loves the looks on his strongheaded sons'  face as they sit in gossip to roast 
his yellow sweet corns,
The feel of roasted corn blended with the "wise fumes" arising from this 
Marijuana spliff all wetted down with the Imperial fluidity of palmwine.

Drinking this two mouthfuls of the enemy chief's blood at battle never felt any 
For you it would be constant anguished Bed tossing,
Draping my palace in Human skulls and rare animal skins,
Writing for Kings, Knights and their Monks,
Writing for Spliffs, Chieves and their Drunks,
Writing for Owls, Dragons, Angels and their Wings,
Knowing full well your brain might learn to take its rightful Literary place,
We must have moved with this much a-blaze,
We will slow down for you to sip in this page's full intake,
Not a case of primitive battle acclaims,
Just a feel of the Martial spirit though,
The warrior's many many songs yet unsung,
His life and times,Do keep within your salient confines.

Copyright © Anthony Edmond | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode | |

Trump is The Champ

Bernie Sanders was our reigning
champion but lost—despite wildly
enthusiastic support for him—
to Hillary, the Amazon warrior
queen, succumbing to her low
blows and dirty tricks in a nasty
title fight he was unprepared for.

He did not even criticize her for
her emails scandal which is but a
smokescreen concealing her sinister
role in the rape of Libya, where Hillary
—acting as the new Roman general
Scipio Africanus—had hired Islamic
jihadists to topple and lynch Hannibal,
the very last Carthaginian leader.
Later, these Islamist thugs and goons
murdered the U.S. proconsul and
his loyal centurions in Benghazi....

The only way to get another
shot at the title is to fight on
the Green Party ticket but Sanders
has not yet agreed to do so.
When will you, Bernie, finally
make up your mind? (Shame
on you for endorsing Hillary!)
His place has now been taken
by a fresh heavyweight title
contender and a New White Hope
—Donny Trump, a prizefighter
from the Atlantic City casinos.

Pound for pound, Trump is the
better fighter. He opposes any
new military adventures and
violent regime change abroad,
preferring to rebuild our crumbling 
economy and bring back lost jobs.
He's no friend of the Wall Street
banksters, the armaments lobby,
or the neocons in Washington D.C.
who intend to ignite a new world
war with both China and Russia....

Trump wants to be friends with Putin
—unlike Hillary, who only wishes to
show that she's got bigger balls
than the Kremlin occupant whom
she calls "the new Adolf Hitler."
Trump vows to destroy ISIS and
al-Nusra—instead of overthrowing 
the secular Damascus government
and replacing it with Islamic jihadists,
or shooting down Russian warplanes
in an insane no-fly zone over Syria.
Trump is no Sanders, but then he
is no crazed warmonger either.

He is the new Julius Caesar
crossing the Rubicon to take on
imperial Rome. Unless Bernie
throws his hat into the boxing
ring, “Bonecrusher” Trump is
our favorite boxer fighting for
the championship title....

Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode | |

Ode to A Healthy Prisoner

Just breathe in the clarity
Clarity of the whole
Whole or negativity
Negativity eating your soul

Head for tomorrow
Tomorrow always waits
Waits for enlightenment
Enlightenment heals mistakes

You are where you’ve put yourself
Your “SELF” now reminds you of shame
Shame brought on by acting out thoughts
Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain

Give yourself an apology
An Apology you deserve to have
Have some faith in your timing
Timing bleeds wisdom in man 

Bless your self and live righteous
Righteous spirits rise above 
Above all if you are kind
Kind souls conquer hate with love

Poetry brings torment to a halt
Halt all your never-ending thoughts
Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding
Hiding light inside divine spots

So please write down your own deep thoughts
Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap
Trap your life up in your cell  all alone
Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~

please don't be offended by the last line~ 
I felt it was necessary to get my point across~

Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ode | |


...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that

of the everlasting.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |

Rest In Peace Love

r.i.p. love, forget her, I hate her, get her out of my face

Oooo…love I miss her but she was such a disgrace

I said to love don’t you see that you’re the only one that I want

But sometimes it’s hard to know exactly what you want

I know what I want and what I see

And love you can be that everything that I need

But sometimes it feels like you’re running away from me

Other times it feels like you’re too close to see

So r.i.p. love, I no longer want to hear her voice

I mean my heart which is her voice

Which leads me sometimes to make a choice

Both good and bad, I’m conscious

I hate love and love love all at the same time

She had me up and down confused in this rhyme

Of life that I’m writing because we control our destiny, I mean time

I thought we were going forward but love wasted my destiny and time

So R.I.P. love, forget her, I no longer want her on my heart or mind

To love I was oh so much more than kind

All I ever wanted in this world was for her to be mine

But I guess she had other plans in mind

Which to me wasn’t really all that fine

It felt like I was left all alone with only death to dine

And it was just the other day she told me there was no one else she could ever find

I thought we could be until the end of time

But I guess the real love is something I’ll never find

So r.i.p. love I don’t need her put her in the past

Along with the other things I now call trash

P.S. does real love even exist? 

Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable

Copyright © Ana Ramirez | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode | |


Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring



...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,

making flavored coffee

a drink in the morning.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |

At Breaking Point

There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you. You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me. If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash. Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven. The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT. I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong. Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties. Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face. When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued. Set for Contest!

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode | |

Sons and Daughters Our Troops

Sons and Daughters
Over there
Sons and Daughters
Dying there
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our 
Sons and Daughters

Copyright © Rene'e Braxton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode | |


Such heavy artillery,
To whom shall we run,
To God have we come,
In pain and sad form,
To state our hearts' deform,
To stake our rights and reforms,
You know that where two Elephants fight the grass suffers,Do be well informed,
My youngmen you have been, deeply misinformed,
My insane Leaders and their wanting to negotiate a arms surrender,
Mines! Please do deactivate those heating "Death crumbs",
See the most hit at war having mucored loafs in luxury and style,
Locale Warlords feasting on roasted swine,Marijuana's wisdom and four gallons 
of rum,
Only the rich and mighty are are afforded the luxury of flying their families abroad,
We see vivid pictures of crime and business working in consortium,
Drugs and Arms circulation,
Or shooting the innocents,Genocide!
The world powers sidewatching as if they lack 'Parties' to side,
or on which peace steps to decide,
Please my Brothers-in-arm let's put hate aside,
Or on what "PEACE" plans to carryout from the inside,
Histories that co-incide.
Come! Peace and at this market-square shame war,
Peace do come and defy war,
The gory memory of steaming blood on his matchete,
Or my deafened eardrums beaten soft by these insultive BOMBS.
In war man's dearest friends are Sickness,Starvation and Illiteracy,
Learning the precious ways of The Ants,Bugs,Monkeys and electric fish,
Ladies and how they learnt their lesson in prostitution,
Beer bottles or bullets sealing the evidences,
My ink,My quail, and this page,
Cant tell, If in your age this will be read off Golden scrolls on diamond podiums,
Writing not for this time but for generations yet unborn,
Read the annals of history and learn that all who started a war or abetted 
one,Worship and Kiss the devil in the anus,
Or they are Madmen-in-coats-and-Briefcases, Smoking piped marijuana in the 
Natinal Asylum,

Do you think I loved to kiss the red lips of rage,
Or suck the succulent bossom of 'Hate the Mother-adder',
War sets the bait,
Guerillas set the pace,
Government gorillas hold the day,
Youths and guns,
Maids and nails,
Only the dead can see the end of war,
Not only deep breath can still the tremors of bombs,
Or greed the might of crumbs,
May God's almighty blessings be bestowed on Relief,Aid,Donor and Charity 
Agencies that stand the risks of war and its deaths.
Wars are a confirmation of a Civilization in Rust.

Copyright © Anthony Edmond | Year Posted 2007

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Ode to Earth

Ode to the earth which we enjoy
Bringing us happiness and sorrow ness
Bringing each other closer and closer to the most closest
Bringing us together for joy

We think we care so much for the earth
Yet we pollute it with carelessness
Cruel humans, cruel polluters
Reduce, reuse, recover, RECYCLE

REDUCE the amount of garbage and make composts
REUSE grocery bags to replace garbage bags
RECOVER energy from wastes that cannot be used for something else
RECYCLE plastics and paper

Together we can make a difference
Together we will help the earth
Together we will fight against polluting
Together we will be Earthkeepers

Copyright © Alexander Millar | Year Posted 2006

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It does not cast a shadow,
Nor does it judge, mimic, or belittle,
But it is full of emotion,
When expressed, time stands still,
Ubiquitous to society,
And inspired by nature,
More valuable than gold,
But cannot be spent,
More real than the stars,
But cannot be seen nor touched,
It can calm the most incorrigible of people,
And create passion in the most stoic souls,
It remains the same,
But is constantly changing,
And is older than life,
But will never age nor die,
To move by it is beautiful,
But to create it is a gift from God… 

Copyright © Ian Sylvester | Year Posted 2006