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Ode to the Redwood

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way

Copyright © Michael Jordan

Details | Concrete | |

A Totum Pole Ode


                                      forever           gazing
                                           cold,    blazing
                                              eyes in the
                                              sky, where
                                             wings of the
                           grain, have weathered many rains…. 
 deep, fluid etchings, carved in the wood, stetching high over the hood of earth…
   a thunderbird’s wings, perch a lofty plateau, above a graveyard of tales long ago…
     over years, the curious swell, enchanted by spell of legends dwelling here
                                   emerging from gold lands 
                                          so far and near
                                          skin and bones 
                                    through windswept loam
                                     thick with thistles, 
                                    with courage and fear
                                   a river on their back
                                    and a cloak of home
                                  draped across shoulders 
                                       in a world unknown
                      tears ran rivulets on the white man's ground
                   drenched with forgiveness, from a crying sun
                    and the eyes of time, from a tribe now gone
                                 as wind spins, curls, and winds
                                           around the spine
                                   of native vines... unfolding
                                          old tribal codes
                                         stories are told with
                                        each turn of the pole...

                                        in the totum pole ode

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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You said JCO

You looked down at me, blue eyes intent on freezing, looked past my tears,  and 
said you loved me.
There was no expression on your face, no warmth in your kiss, you told me you 
cared, and wanted only me.
I placed my hands on your back, kissed that mouth and told you how beautiful  I 
thought you were. Then you smiled that first smile you told me I was absolutely 
When the sweat was dry, and the air was still, you wrapped your legs in mine, and 
stroked my hair. You shared all the moments of your past, the plans of the future, 
and the child like excitement of your dreams overwhelmed me into tears. 
I fell in love with you. I fell hard. I fell for a man who felt nothing for me. I fell into 
the arms of something that I dreamt was there, but faded, like the scent of your 
skin.  I never knew how blind I was.  I never thought it would hurt to let you go. I 
never thought I would have to. I never thought you  would ever hurt me, instead 
you crushed me. 
You told me you loved me, and you cared. You told me I was worth everything, but 
you left me. You just left me. No note. No call. No email. Nothing. You just 
disappeared leaving me to feel like everything everyone had ever said about you; 
everything you said you were, was true. 
I danced with you. I let you in to my heart. You saw my soul. You knew everything. 
You were everything to me. How could you do this to me?  Why did you have to lie 
and tell me it was only me? Why did you tell me I was it for you? Why did you tell me 
you loved me, and cared so damn much?  Why didn’t you stop to think about me 
just once before eating that cake you so had to have. 
You looked down at me, eyes still frozen, and begged me to have that baby.  There 
was a beautiful smile on your face, and you said you loved me.
You watched me move, and I heard you sigh. I thought it meant everything.  You 
said I was everything. You said you loved me. I thought you loved me

Copyright © April Marie Johnson

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Engulfed in flames, the old church looks like hell,
A crowd has gathered, they already mourn,
Gone is the stained glass, silent is the bell
that welcomed the faithful and the forlorn.
They come fully armored in hats and masks,
Strong men and women will battle this beast,
The ladder is raised while the fire grows,
~Calmly they begin tasks~
though upon sweat and smoke soon they will feast,
and what horrors they’ll face, God only knows.

Soot clings to their skin, their faces are red,
The roar of the devil shatters the night,
A five alarm that is threatening to spread
to the row-homes that one spark could ignite.
Monsters bare fangs and never die easy,
Flares from the inferno swallow the roof,
Surely its madness to battle this blaze,
~Observers watch, queasy~
Arson suspected, their body of proof
hides somewhere within the flickering haze. 

Words are left unspoken by this dark crew,
This morning they had buried a brother,
Poison they taste, toxins of iron blue
stoke pyres that no hero can smother.
Some are born to rescue all in danger,
Think, life is too dear for ash and cinder,
And with old burns just hold the hose tighter,
~Oh, Bless you, brave stranger~
Nothing will move you, nothing will hinder
‘Til Heaven calls home each firefighter. 

Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan

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Ode to Trevor

We'd really like to thank you
i'm sure you left it here with love,
it really was so kind of you
but we didn't want your bug.

We thought you'd like to know
we really felt the pits
we thought of you quite often
when we had the squits.

Next time you come to visit
please leave your bugs at home,
'cause, when you bring them with you
they sure do like to roam.

So next time that we see you
I hope you come alone,
you can bring Rosie and Katie
but leave your bugs at home.

Copyright © jacque lee

Details | Ode | |

Lady Diana

She swept away the tired day
with purple broom that stained the sky
and the sun swept under the rug
was the sparkle in her eye

She walked on a bridge of cloud
with such glowing presence and luminescence
that it left crumbs of stars in the sky.

Copyright © Erica Lewis

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In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito

Details | I do not know? | |


More rocks than soil on those flinty hills
Where he tilled the grudging land.
He chopped the sprouts and manned the plow,
With cracked and callused hands.
No stranger to adversity,
Through hard and bitter years
He wet the dusty, stony ground
With a poor man’s sweat and tears.
He was not a man you’d hear complain,
Though hard times dogged his trail.
He faced the foe unflinchingly;
His courage never failed.
He cried unto his unseen Friend,
A Friend who always hears--
To the One who sees and understands
A poor man's sweat and tears.
The legacy he left behind
Was not of wealth or fame.
On history’s golden pages
You will not find his name.
He lived a simple, honest life,
In a world that little cares.
His name was written in the dust
In a poor man's sweat and tears.
No rocks, no sprouts, no callused hands
Where he safely dwells today,
In that everlasting Eden,
Beyond the Milky Way.
Where hope ends in reality
And joy relieves all fears--
A garden where no one is poor--
And no more sweat and tears.

Copyright © William Robinson

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Ode to the farmer (#2)

Ode to the farmer
We depend on your livestock
We're very grateful

Copyright © Jacob WÖLF

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Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Copyright © Peter Dome

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Brothers and sisters
Of mine,
Children of heavenly
Gather under the banner
Of our immortal
And pray
For love to bring    
To mortals’ hearts
And nothing 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    21 January 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

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

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Outrider, Churchill Downs

Outrider early morn,
When training hours are borne,
They are the needed arm,
Sun, cold, wind, rain or storm,

Outrider in the sun,
Whose work is never done,
Where horses on the run,
Keep bettors having fun,

Outrider in the cold,
Ones with hearts so bold,
Their stories often told,
Of skillful ways they rode,

Outrider in the rain,
Sha'n't wait the weather wane,
Is there to help again,
When loose ones run insane,

Outrider in the wind,
An utmost needed friend,
May everywhere they wend,
Such godspeed be with them,

Outrider in the night,
No fear, no fame, less light,
Night racing at its height,
Make safe the riders plight,

Outrider by and by,
Whether wet or weather dry,
They heed the riders cry,
They're the best, we can't deny,
Many "Thanks" we horsemen reply.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle

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Family and Friends

Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

Details | Ode | |

Give A Little Obama Love


Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love "

To-day is a New Day
Time  for people to Pray
If their were No Unity
Where would we be to-day?
Why is it..
That all of 'GOD' People
       Are so...!
War Torn Today..
With nothing going on
With nothing to speak of..
So little to say!
So, looking back on Reflection
In a more Democratic Way
Let's give the Future back
     To the Children
             - And - 
Let Jesus lead the way
So, Why not give them Love
Show them another way
Remember that Obama Care
Is a Health Care which is
           Oh! so very rare..
It could really save the Day?
Do you know a better way?
It is meant for people with
         No Insurance... 
Not for those...
Who just don't care!
For it is just an annoyance
Who really need Insurance?
So, if you have Insurance
And that is all that really
       Matter to you...
Remember that their are
Men, Women and Children
Who needs' a plan too...?
For the Obama Plan is high
           In Demand
And Gods' People are too...


Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan
          then we need one too... 

Copyright © Gary Fields

Details | Ode | |

If I was Leonard Nimoy

If I was Leonard Nimoy I would rush about the place, 
I would hold my long pointy fingers in front of me as I sprang from door to door,
My pointy boots deftly propelling me from shadow to shadow my pointy ears sleek in the dark,
I would wear an elf’s cloak like a slender bony wraith and be like Pan in the woods.

If I was Leonard Nimoy, ceaselessly running here and there,
I would fondle things, peruse things, and look under things and open cupboards,
A real nosey sneak, climbing through windows and going through draws,
I’d sniff other people’s belongings with my long sensitive nose,
trying on peoples clothes, reading their diaries, wearing their shoes.

If I was Leonard Nimoy I would be a real cheeky bastard,
Quickly rushing about, hands in front, cloak flapping behind,
Stooping like a thief in the dark, arranging dinner dates, making phone calls,
Then I would vocally abuse people and adroitly cut them down.

If I was Leonard Nimoy I would use my Vulcan logic to orally molest people,
I would line people up with my stone hard glare and coldly hurl verbal perversions at them
Willowy fingers, hunched shoulders, flat black hair, pointy ears, spikey shoes, cloak fluttering behind.
Expressionless, cool, thin and dexterous, I’d cause a right awkward mess behind the scenes.

Copyright © Steve Humphries Artist

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Ode To The Farmer

Ode to the farmer
Carry on your hardy tasks
We live on your crops

Copyright © Jacob WÖLF

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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir

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Ode to the people of Norway

Ode to the people of Norway Strophe O, the darkness has descended on a paradise Of Norway’s bounties of nature On the people living a quiet life Not concerned about the politics ever A drug addict, calling himself a warrior Taking pride of being a savior of Europe Unmindful of the death toll of the young Rejoicing in the tears falling from their eyes A Hitler has raised his ugly head up Polluting the minds of the old and the young. Antistrophe But trying to take a refuge to insanity Taking drugs to make himself efficient and awake Priding over to start war for years sixty Pleading not guilty to terrorism namesake Though confessing to bombing and rampage But remaining unaffected by what happened Thus his plea assures him of future court hearings By the attacks Norway is riveted with rage By Breivik’s paranoid writings stunned Hundreds thronged the courthouse proceedings. Epode With tears in their eyes people paid homage To the victims laying roses a few feet deep While the killer faces 21 years in prison The stiffest sentence can be given by a Norwegian judge His lawyer says the whole case suggests his client is insane The Royal couple consoled people and tears shed The prime minister called it a national tragedy And summed it up “evil can never defeat a nation” The killer may enjoy Halden, the luxurious jail in the world Where cells have flat TV and designer furniture facility.
+++++++++ * I wrote this poem two years back when the tragedy took place. Not posted anywhere Date 4-11-13 Dr. Ram Mehta Tenth Place win Contest: Ode (Old/new) poetry by SKAT Love

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

Details | Ode | |

Kevin Garnett

KG, the "Big Ticket"
as you are fondly called
every game you bring it
playing so fierce and so bold..

From high school sensation
to NBA superstar
an MVP recognition
and a 10-time All-Star..

Filling up the stats 
and lighting up the scoreboard
with each board, dime, swipe, swat,
and every hoop that you score..

The talent, the leadership,
the aura, the appeal,
the whole package, you have it
plus all those endorsement deals..

An outstanding contributor
on and off the court
a citizenship award winner
the community you support..

One of the greatest ever
but still without a ring
soon you'll get what you deserve
and be hailed champion, a king..

Copyright © Rany Fortuno

Details | Ode | |

Petty People

Petty people lurking, preying on us all
Watching, waiting for someone good to fall
Staying out of sight, but never very far
Thinking they can influence feelings left ajar
Standing tall and strong, never showing fear
Maybe the best reply is to grin from ear to ear
Petty people lurking, hiding who they really are
I won't let them bring me down or leave me with a scar

Copyright © Cheryl Sheridan

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Velvet Three Stars and a Sun

Treasured land splendour and glory
Pearl of the Orient Seas
Soldiers of known best skills
The secret of velvet Three Stars and a Sun.

Fortified highest kind of water
Hallowed island of more than
Seven thousand and one hundred seven
Proudly yours no other can hold.

Through this bravest patriots
Giver of my calm sound of freedom
Giver of my light and peaceful mind
The best and will proudly shout my own.

Intellect, wisdom, skills and faith
Sun, earth, stars and sky of blue.
Falls, lakes, seas, and trenches
Bestowed by my loving motherland.

Wishing you stay at your best
Treasured land of splendour and glory
Of my Three Stars and a Sun.
Proudly my Pearl of the Orient Seas.

Copyright © jett franco

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The Greatest Wonder

Outside I sat, to see the blue sky,
As the earth revolves, it passes by,
By the sea, I see the flowing water
Of its number amount, I ponder,
It's creatures, some meek some wild,
So the sea is seen both gentle and wild,
The men so wise,inovative,
So lovely and creative.
There is a thougth in my mind,
Which truely, is no crime.
What else is the greatest wonder?
Isn't earth?
Where foul and fair causes ponder?
Where polished woods are mistaken for gold?
How do we survive here with all the shots-cardinal wise;
With security as the pride of every nation
This can be proved in the "Daily's" headlines
Where it is been advertised.
Bribery seems the normal way
Else you die trying
The say it's survival of the fittest,
But I think the survors are super-fit
For it's an omni-wonder
To survive in such a wonder.

Copyright © Kanu Ekpezu

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Ode For King of the Blame Game

You can blame your mom, and you can blame your pop, or you can blame the rain that never seems to stop. You can blame your cat, your neighbor or your dog. Blame the global warming and blame the heavy smog. For every thing or person you decide to blame, know that all of us have caught on to your game. Your every little blunder and the big ones too have effects that mostly will fall back on you! Play your little game, but learn this basic rule: In the end, you’ll just be crowned the biggest fool. For Susan Burch's "Blame It On the Rain" Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Ode To The Royal Highness

In as much as one could attest 
and benumb 
So do I mysophob and blub 
For there were time when the 
sky was calm
And everything it revolved 
And there stand a man with 
great sense of rulership
Whom people often lithe 
cheerfully amidship
Just to pay their utmost respect 
Haply a regent with much fays of 
tales to paint
Emeaba  (do and talk) by name, 
A charismatic
Man who spend all his life 
catering for homeless and 
Peace  loving man Igwe your 
fiscal prudence is nonpareil in 
It was Thomas gray who, making 
a philosophical appraisal 
Of the dreariness around him in 
a country churchyard isle
Wonder whether any amount of 
storying an Urn
Could call back fleeing breath to 
its mansion nure 
The answer is of course no
Within me I know I lost the 
opportunity loan 
Still believe a day will land for real
While your dream lives on, cause 
your leadership
Was never by chance and shall 
remain staunch
To these townspeople is now 
strange when peer  only 
Few could see what I saw. 

Copyright © kelechi Emeaba

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Ode to the Poet Who Writes Only to Piss People Off

All hail to thee love, your swave "eh" intrigues me.
Your embattlements stack like wet cordwood
upon the pile of used newspapers in my outhouse,
making the use of a corn cob most appealing.
I feel the need of purification, rejuvenation by fire.
Like holding a match under your out stretched eyelid
or maybe, just maybe sweeter, a cold sore
on the inside of your lip; so neat on a dinner date.
At least these things are real. 
The lip has to heal, which it can do even if left alone.
Not like made-up words which have no direction,
no qualitative analysis, and no meaning 
in the perceived circumstance or illustration.
Just made-up words which fit a line,
and you call it poetry? 
You schmooze a line of B. S. at the reader, 
in trite cliché and rusted phrasal tone,
riding the pretense of the sublime
and you call that poetry?
But then geezzz...? what can you expect
from someone whose only goal
is to piss someone off?

Copyright © Charles Henderson

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Funom Makama: A Giant And His Kingdom

Once in a while it is good if we think highly of ourselves. As for me, I always do that, especially knowing fully well what the holy scriptures says "As a Man thinketh in his Heart, so is he"... I am a champion, a king, an influential being and someone the world cannot do without and this is exactly who I am (not just in my heart). Here is a poem which elaborates these thoughts of mine.

Talking about a Giant and his kingdom beauty and greatness found in any form He's exactly what a society needs; which is a very relaible intercom. Empowering the weak to freedom even when it seems they are stuck in a dorm Praises from citizens of his empire should never be considered as Idioms Cos his helping hand makes life easy as a sitcom and his contagious virtues make every night seem as prom. The unsuccessful and underachievers sit and talk but his presence to them brings immediate boredom. In his race to success, stumbling is seldom. Always winning Gold is his symptom but acquiring Silver, is considered as hitting rock bottom. His constant achievements leaves you no choice than to get accustomed and no wonder he's an exaggeration to his peers. His magic and Aura, difficult to phantom. His foot prints and trademark, already becoming random. A charming and very influential leader, ready to pass through dark holes in protection of his own, like a condom which makes his flock long for his bossom. God bless his mom for giving us such a phenom. Commanding respect, to him is a norm. Try intimidation, he has the anti-venom. Defined as smart, sharp, intelligent and handsome. Not even forgeting his envious Wisdom which makes him explode like a radioactive atom. Who else is it; if not the one and only FUNOM!

Copyright © Funom Makama

Details | Ode | |

May you

May you gently tender whatever surrounding you
As your mother tenders you  

May you generously give whoever in want 
As you are given by beloved ones 

May you patiently enlighten whoever innocently unaware  
As you are clearly enlightened by reverend mentors

May you bountifully assist whoever helpless 
As you are secretly assisted by unknown people 

May you wisely share the happiness with whoever never met before 
As you are well hospitalized by every warm but uninvited party

May you thoughtfully apportion the sorrow with whoever mourning 
As you are wholeheartedly comforted by uninvolved others 

May you always fill in others' shoes
As others tolerate you

May you always know the stamina 
As Sun never fails to rise 

May you always known the docility
As timely rain damps the thirsty soil
May you always know the truth 
Suffer as people suffer 
Enjoy as people enjoy 

May you always know the best time 
To be strong 
To be mild 
To be firm 
To be acceptive 

Above all 
May you always know 
The one 
You should always extend your gratitude to

Copyright © Joseph Chen

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Bingo Ode to a Nursing Home

I thought I'd seen it all before
What else could life now have in store
She called the game at half past three
The patients stared
Some stared at me
Cards were laid out nice and neat
All waited for the late day treat
The caller let the numbers flow
Her pace, of course, was very slow
Finally a hand went up
A quarter in the winner's cup

Copyright © Gary Kraidman

Details | Acrostic | |

Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)

Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)	






            I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong.  I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts.  This is, truly, a special community.  
            Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.

Copyright © John Taylor