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To a rose

Ah, sweet bonny flower face
That sits outside my door
Nodding in the eve time
Waking gently in the morn

Nothing so pretty as your pink-tipped petals
Nor as fragrant as you, my rose
Your very existence is poetry
Sprung up in a garden of prose

Ah, but my lacy lillies
Sigh enviously at your grace
And all my quiet pansies
Wish silently for your face

But only you are the queen of flowers
Beautiful now and forever more
You, sweet bonny flower face
Who sits outside my door.


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Ode To Matsuo Basho

I find you in an old silent pond, The imagery you've left will outlive all, With nature,your immortal bond You will stand like a kiri tree tall. You, the gem of haiku, Your name be echoed in Fuji's peak, Mogami river shall chant your lines Your praise be sung by the Cuckoo. The rivers and the oceans shall seek To preserve you in their shrines. The Cherry trees bow in thankfulness Pines remind of your gingko walks, Spring departs,autumn smiles in happiness The rivers, the winds and the clouds. Though time fades away,deem all out, You shall remain in greenness of nature Forever alive and forever young. This word-wreath be bestowed Upon you and your name shall feature In the valley and ocean shall chant your song.


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Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

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Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


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Daydream Love

You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start, 
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.

For I’m just an old guy 
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.

My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.

Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.

And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.

But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.

Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is  true.

But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”






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Mario and Luigi

Whether it's a shellcreeper or it's a freezie,
fret not, mes amis! you have Mario and Luigi,
"mama mia!","Let's go!" when you hear them say,
those plumbers in red & green are off to save the day!

Luigi is the slower one - but his jumps are far and wide,
whilst Mario, with his scarlet cap, runs faster than the tides,
always together, vanquishing ruthless enemies,
partners in time and adventure - for all of eternity!
 
Browser, the unscrupulous enemy, always kidnaps Princess Peach,
The brothers to the rescue! They sail across the seven seas!,
the boiling deserts, tiresome grasslands and the Koopa enemies,
they beat 'em all, with their fireballs and attain eternal glory.

the damsel is rescued, she hugs her noble men,
they escort her back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Yoshi too joins them,
Toad is there to welcome the weary, exhausted lot,
and bestow them with laurels for the demons they had fought.

And hence this way another tiring adventure is put to rest,
Mario and Luigi retire to their homes, waiting another test,
next morning, they hear the news "Princess peach was Kidnapped again!"
"Let's go!", "Mama Mia!" and another adventure begins!

-Manek Kohli
(For Heather Ober's 'Famous Couples/Duos Free Poetry Contest')


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Ode to a Twin




There is little difference between us.
It is as if Narcissus gazed again
to catch a glimpse of us for just a moment;
ourselves as echoes

Products of a common seed, divided.
Tiny ripples reflecting back at me.
Is this the way Narcissus felt, forever
gazing in a pool?

Living portrait of whom I see as me.
A perfect duplicate in flesh and blood
Where I end you start, and seem to be
 my echo and ripple.

Suzanne Delaney

Sapphic Ode.
For Skat's Ode Contest


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My Mom, My Rock

You have always been my rock
when all else has seemed to fail!

I thank you from the utmost depth
of my being for being a supportive,
listening ear when I didn't deserve
it, realism in the face of fickleness,
truth when it seemed as if there
was none to be found, and
Above all-----

The strength I needed to recognize
there are unresolved issues and
problems within my own life.

I love you with all of my heart
and appreciate your daily,
selfless sacrifices.

I owe you my life and promise
I will do better and be all
I can be within reason!

Love Always, Julie

c2013 Julie Rasley


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Children Of The Night

Goblins and ghouls, we are.
Behind the paint,
Beneath the scars.
We tread the night, 
Nocturne calls.
So fright the stars, we must.
For an ode to monsters,
A worthy trust.


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Ode To My Son

Son, for sure that was a blissful day;
When bawling you were passed into our arms,
To be creators of this fragile babe,
To hold another being's captive charm,
As no scriptures will record these miracles,
So let me pen some worthy notes of praise,
So in my age I'll look again and smile,
Re-living moments of fantastic times:
That you were born to us in perfect form;
That you had too been blessed with sturdy health;
That you did in your youngest years stay calm;
And did not seek to grow too soon to man;
That you did keep that loving child in you;
Who still would seek the comfort of our arms;
That you did hold that honest bargain true;
We, supportive parents of respectful child;
You, toiling consciously for our desires;
That you did heed those lessons that we shared;
Born from a wisdom of advanced years;
That you found time to light up hearts with care;
Whom fate had made less fortunate than yourself.
So that, on graduation day you did move all,
Who felt the artistry in your recital,
As black caps rained and cheers flew high,
Our hearts were filled with overwhelming pride.


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Ode To Jose Rizal

sited down with his head, the chilled lonely table.
pen cries lovely piece of solemn lyrics, his head uttered.
last sky may be till tomorrow, no more other days.
I saw tears fell among dusty floor, a nail stroke my heart.

farewell dearly beloved, his first solemn phrase.
he dream for shiny beloved land, smiling at the sun.
where moon creates gold, for better own children alone.
he wish for a dream, where he wouldn't  taste at all.

heaviest morning comes like a mourning cloud.
as counted journey flew to the end of sight.
he let his feet move, conquered the fear so dim.
as tied hands live the shadowed song, heart on grave.

farewell dearly beloved, his last dying words
before the guns vomit a deadly burning fumes
tears just fall, while smile been seen glowing
the hero just shout, set free my beloved land.


Authors Note:
This is a story of the last day before the death of the Philippine National Hero, Dr. Jose Rizal.
From the night of the his last piece written the Mi Ultimo Adios, to the time of the firing squad.


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Ode to the Madman

Ode to the Madman

It was heaven in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees and I was in hell.
But heaven was in sweltering Palm Springs.
And I tasted nectar and ambrosia, both,
Under the dauntless palms.
I took in the majesty of the gods
As they bowed to each other,
Like kow-towing Chinamen in white robes.
I took in the flames and the feathers, both.
I took in the shadows and the spotlights of the stabbing sun.
The book was Women by Bukowski.
I lounged by the winking, blue-eyed pool,
Eyeing the half-naked women in bikinis,
Reading the drunken madman,
Sipping daiquiris on ice
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.
The way she walked as she brought me my drinks,
Was a Revelation and a turn-on, both.
It seemed, as I discerned from her big-breasted body language,
That she already knew the answers to life’s unasked questions.
That she had already traveled 
To the farthest star in the galaxy.
That she had already tasted the wine of eternal wisdom.
Yes, it was the way she walked.
Bukowski would’ve smiled and said:
“Comon honey, let’s dance!”
I was in heaven and in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees, and I sweated.
But I saw paradise under the dauntless palms.
Ode to the madman!
“I sip this daiquiri in your name.”
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.


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Ode To Marriage

Can I have this hand in marriage dear,
Can you grace me with "I do",
Let the angels sing to Heaven,
Let my heart soar with their tune.
Let us seal our love for we two,
Let no others interfere,
Let Evil, with his one good eye,
Attempt to trick and snare.
Let Age pass on his cares to us,
For bound, we are as one,
We'll ride the heady winds of joy,
Until another song is sung.
Until another song is sung, my love;
We'll drink the drink of fools;
Let passion be our compass,
And a blinding trust our rule.
Let us plant the seeds of new life,
That through Time will resonate,
Let our names be always dear to those,
Who set them on their fate.


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The Other Side of Paradise

I am sure we will meet again,
on the other side of Paradise.
Your face is as calm as ever,
like a serene place where the waves meet the ocean.

Somewhere between now and eternity,
I am sure we will meet again.
Your smile is as sweet as I can remember,
and your tears form dewdrops on my soul.

Yes, I miss you with all of my heart,
and when you went away I felt robbed.
Yet, I am certain we will meet again,
on the other side of Paradise.

A Collage Held Dear contest, sponsored by Craig Cornish; 10/25/13  


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ODE OF OLD

Salute to the ode of old
Be wary of the ghosts it leaves
The remnant and seeds of its wake


Salute to the whore of kings
Its corpse and stench reeks still
The wise and deep court still


Salute to the living dead
Frail but rears its head
With words than never bend

Salute, I say, Ode
For yonder when I die
In spite of the odium I hold
You’d still be lying there


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All About Leadership

I come to you with love in my heart
in you I place all my trust
joining you in your nature walks
lying close by your side at night

I sense your tension and panic
and stand guarding you from danger
for you I would give my very life
I cower not understanding your anger

As you shout at me I cringe at your feet
all I want to do is to love and protect you
now as we walk you are so tense
so once more you I protect

Confused when you jerk me back
and scold me for I know not what
then a calm man appears and explains
it is not me but you, I just need a pack leader

Cesar shows you how to step up
to be calm yet assertive
love alone he explains is not enough
no dog is born bad I just needed guidance

Now when we go out for walks
I now bound along happily
the tension that was is gone
thanks to that wise calm man 

a tribute to Cesar Millan and the work he does


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Father Poppy, Mr Predictable: A Tribute to My Dad

Father Poppy, The Mr. Everyman----
Mr. Security, Mr. Predictability,
Mr. Easily Lovable!

I love you, Dad---
If you sat down and
though about it for
just one moment,

You would see that you
are Mr. Everything to me,
to your precious grand-daughter
Maddie, to your two beloved sons,
and to my mother,
your life-long partner and confidant.

Your life is a fine example
of security and love,
wrapped in a blanket of warmth
and knowing you will always
be there, no matter how high
the tide gets!

Love, Julie

c2013 Julie Rasley


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Love feast

Love feast             by Steven Hudson

I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.


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My damsel

My 
golden 
damsel,
When 
I 
look 
upto 
the 
sky
I 
see 
you 
among 
the 
Stars 
shinning 
brightly.
Then 
you 
looked 
down 
on 
Me,your 
gentle 
smiles 
caressing 
my 
heart,
The 
very 
bones 
of 
me 
know 
that 
part 
of 
them 
is 
Up 
somewhere.
I 
bless 
the 
day 
I 
found 
You,your 
love 
is 
a 
healing 
Balm 
to 
my 
life.
Devouted 
will 
I 
be 
till 
the 
End 
of 
time,
Because 
you 
are 
my 
Choicest 
crown.


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PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL

‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’
Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994)
		
“What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....”
Words are a big pile of contradiction—split down the middle, sincerity and fiction
Feelings we have, sarcastic rebuttals—bohemian clichés exhausted and shuffled
Finding my nest of salt—every word an imperfection, fault, defected assault
Translated opinions an obvious search—proof of intelligence wasted besmirch

“I’m not like them, but I could pretend—the sun is gone but I have a light...”
An infrared light will stimulate the sun in winter—when darkness comes everything splinters
Infinity does not exist mathematics is based on ten—numeral variations create a retrogressive pen
To be forever positive ignores all that represents significance, value sanctified 
To be ceaselessly negative threatens derision creating instant credibility nullified

“I wish I was like you-- easily amused... I’ll take all the blame... Aqua sea-foam shame...”
Talk to your friends, they will offer you lists--- remedies already tried, they don’t exist
Translated opinions are apparent attempts investigating proof of intelligence
Abusive, obscure descriptive words—a desperate expression, sincere but seldom heard
We stare at the sky with petrified vision—clouded images of a purple collision
Sunburn, frostbite, prevailing bronze star-- noteworthy disfigurement scar
All in all is all we are.....


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Ode: to Loveliness

Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
     is like a rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
     lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it lives in sunlight without care
     letting all the sky breathe and mesh.

Its loveliness is hard to find
     unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its tint and with its rind
     it quells my musing discontent.
As it sighs (softly and from behind),
     my nose takes in its lovely scent.

Its beauty transcends its locus,
     imbuing the eyes of my soul 
with romantic, ideal focus
     that makes the heart and the mind whole:
without it the world seems callous
     and grace would not be in control.



















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Ode: to the Nymph

SHE floats in grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.


1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest















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Ode A La Keats

O burgeoning soul of sweet things 
   mellowed to summer's surge,
   with autumn's dim appraisal
   loitered to a final song of ditties,
       the oozes of eve ferment 
       my fewest keen-felt purges;
 
Apollo upon his throne spinning rhyme 
   wild and weary in his gilded city,
   shall he sing thy posy prims 
   in deep delved halls 
       with lamenting love on his lips ----
       stars his eyes,
       moons his garland,
       and zephyr, his breath
       honeyed in Elven tongues?

How I faint to find my words
   whistled in wind,
   some blacker beauty in light,
   some arrayed longing 
       begging from dark, 
       Mountain to moe-hill
       in the shades of vales,
       the swell of seas 
       soothed in tinge;
Mother Earth my palette ----
She of rainbow hues
     and Bright Stars!

How kingdoms fall harsh,
   lidless in forest dim
   darkness! darkness!
   too barren, too ravished....
       naked without even shadow;
       shall I clothe thee with wisdom?
     Sprinkle thy skin 
     with the canvas of the heavens?

Steep in the silts of rills 
   and the leavened soils 
   of bubbling brooks
   drink thy vintage feverish
        for the nectar of nightingales 
        soaked in song
        the gods shall push thy pen 
      prancing, dark winged
      as smooth-perched rooks 

O wan child fettered and foiled!
   thou needed a swifter love all along;
   thou canst express with bitter deeds ----
       idle words too sober without melody,
       a better posy than Shakespeare's?


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That Crazy Old Doctor

There've been times in my life
 where I've just had to say,
 "I must, give it all up,
 for, it's that kind of day"!
 
I must, really say this
 I really, just must;
 if I didn't say it,
 then, it wouldn't be, "just".
 
There's this crazy, old man
 we'll just call him, "Doc";
 who fills up blank pages
 with, "poetical talk".
 
He's scribbled, and scrabbled
 'til way, past bed-time,
 trying to finish each poem
 and, complete every rhyme.
 
If he hadn't done this
 he'd surely gone, "mad",
 his nonsensical nature
 was, all that he had!
 
No hidden agenda
 when first, he wrote down,
 each poem of nonsense
 to erase a childs' frown.
 
And, Doc always did this
 manipulate, "clues"...
 ..so that , all of his poems
 were merely geared, to amuse.
 
He loved to let nonsense
 be the order of the day,
 and, with every poem
 we all smiled, the same way.
 
His only intention
 was to set our minds, "free",
 his style, just did it
 so, poetically.
 
With his own tongue, in cheek
we knew we'd been had,
and his poems rhymed perfectly
proving he was no, "fad"!




The volumes of topics
 that Doc's written of,
 included all that could be
 written.....below, and above.
 
He's written of magic,
 puzzles, and games...
 ..with, strange little creatures,
 with, strange little, "names".
 
The, crazier his story,
 the saner he'd feel,
 and, the more that we heard
 convinced us they were, "real"!
 
His poems, were genius
 as he weaved us, a tale;
 with, nonsensical rhymes
 that did so, without..."fail".
 
"Old Doc", has quit writing
 he's up in heaven,
 this year, his birthday'd ...
 make him, a hundred, and seven!
 
He's given advice,
 taught what we must do,
 he said, "Be who you are...
 ..no-one's youer, than....you!"
 
He's maybe still writing
 in, heaven....you see,
 that'd be just like him
 as, that's who he must, be!
 
That, silly old doctor...
 ..as silly, as a goose;
 we all loved his poems,
 for, we loved Dr. Seuss!
 


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My Memories of JFK

John Jack Kennedy
was as brilliant as could be
A studied Harvard graduate
A navy hero of the sea

He was from Massachusetts
A lover of the dunes
and used to walk beside them
on summer afternoons

He was a much loved President
His spoken word was magic
I never did understand why
his ending was so tragic

I can remember him so clear
but time flies quickly by
I remember Jackie's pill box hat
John-John and Caroline

It is a shame that violence
brought his colorful life to end
the Kennedys' profiles in courage
were an absolute Godsend

There is so much happiness
around JFK's short term
His fun sense of humor
A smart, well read bookworm

We all will never forget him
Those of us who loved him so
The articulate, animated speeches
The radiant look he'd always showr


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Prodigy Escapades

For my daughter Madison Joy---Like a sparking diamond, you are a rare innocence that is gratifying and refreshing in a world that uses ignorance as an excuse not to succeed....

There is no talent, game,
activity, or lesson that
you do not excel at.

Are these prodigy escapades,
imagining you are an animal
during playtime and hiding
to see who will come
look for you?

Creativity abounds within
your heart and mind,
and it teaches me
new lessons each day.

Yes, they are challenging
and tough at times, but
it is worthwhile when 
the finished product is
a porcelain doll!

Love Always, Mommy

c2013 Julie Rasley


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ODE NEDERLANDS CHANT

ODE – NEDERLAND’S CHANT

Dutch greetings we say…
          Dutch greetings we say,
                 in the land of Friesland today.
                       Welcome all!
                            Home is our joy.
                            Logical people and not emotional we are.
                                      Expressive are our thoughts.
                                                Call us opinionates, if you want.
                                                           Dutch greetings we say to all!


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ELVIS THE PELVIS

ELVIS THE PELVIS


I walk on to the stage – 
so nervous as heck – 
Is this my future – I am
to trek?
My soul feels the music – 
that I do know,
But sometimes I do feel
so terribly low.

Of course, I get nervous – 
before each show – 
My heart is pumping – 
this I know.
When I’m on stage – I do
let loose – 
Sometimes I drink some 
good old fruit juice.

The hillbilly cat, is what
they call me – 
And; Elvis the pelvis – it
was given for free.
I do feel the music – that
is for sure,
I sing and gyrate – that is
the cure.

People screaming – bedlam
is here,
My mama is worried – don’t
worry my dear.
I move to the music – it’s just
what I do,
All this and more – I do for 
you.

My legs are shaking with a 
mind of their own – 
Now I am sat upon my thrown.
They call me the king of rock
and roll,
Boy, oh boy, I feel ten foot
tall!

My name is Elvis Presley, and
I am real shy,
This is so true – I cannot deny.
But my music helps me to
express myself,
As my life is much busier – I 
amass great wealth.

Records are made – and a 
home I buy,  
The beautiful Graceland – for
my mommas to try.
All the good things I give to
my mom,
And she pats me gently upon
my tum!

My momma is my rock – my 
guardian angel, 
But now she’s gone – I am
not able. 
My life means nothing – but 
the show must go on,
I have no one else to turn too,
I want to just run. 

The good lord says; “go, and
entertain the excited crowds – 
Use that voice – and you’ll
have no doubts?”
The hillbilly cat is here to stay,
As I get ready – I need to pray.  

The rest is history – and is a
legend –
When the final curtain bowed,
his soul did amend.
The pelvis is the king – and he
always will be,
Elvis the pelvis – the true king
you see.  


BY
DARRYL ASHTON
 


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Immortal - A Tribute to the life and voice of Dr Maya Angelou - Part I

As the life and voice of Dr. Maya Angelou were profoundly deep and moving, I hope you will find this grateful tribute to her to be fitting. As it is too long to be posted here, you can find it at


http://www.gopoem.com/immortal-a-poetic-tribute-to-dr-maya-angelou-april-4-1928-forever/

Or, Read it in parts I and II:

Part I:

The name woke me up - sat me up in my bed...
"Maya", the name my voice called out...
As I sat there in the dark, listening...
As I had so many times before...
Wondering at the "whys" and "how - tos" of my impossible dreams.

And as the dark, so was the divide -
That place in me, between what I was,
And the Why and Who I wanted to be...
But always, her voice, that voice named "Maya",
Had called across the divide as a still and steady light.

That unbreakable, unshakable, steady light...
I wondered where it was now, with blinking, thinking eyes.
Had it vanished? Was it vanquished? Could I once again rise -
In the dark staring dead at me... daring me to rise...
I felt hopeless, lost back in the divide… now growing ever and ever wide.

What happens now - my question?  A miracle now, an answer - indeed...
For through the dark, that voice named "Maya" whispered...
Whispered into me... sounding a new song's drumbeat creed...
"You", the whispering voice whispered..."You, child - Now, You"...
And my feet were suddenly planted, planted bravely on the ground.

And I stood tall and strong, stepping peacefully forward, twirling round,
For the dark no longer stared at me, but I stared into it...
It no longer owned me... but instead, I commanded it,
By a path so still and steady - and now, so brightly lit:
The light I had strained to see was now the miracle shining from inside of me.

My divide... was now, somehow... unified.
And again the whispering voice came: "Yes child - Yes - I speak your name…
I have come and gone so very far, borne witness to it - 
Have delivered a gift to you all - and you were born to use it.
Share it... wear it... and to the dark - dare it - with that unbreakable, unshakable light.”

“Be a voice for all seasons - make some noise for all the reasons,
The downtrodden have to hope for, that the world would grasp and grope for…
Be my voice Now… as I have been yours… a brilliant spirit, not a wandering ghost…
Make your choice, Now - Decide - to be Identified…
To see and live your unbreakable, unshakable, unstoppable dreams.”

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Immortal - A Tribute to the life and voice of Dr Maya Angelou - Part II

Part II  of  The Poem, Immortal, A tribute to Dr. Maya Angelou, is posted below:

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And her voice passed through me, and kissed me with a trace of grace…
And then… the voice of Maya echoed once more… again:
“I have others to see Now… you have somewhere to be Now:
An appointment with your life, so precious and rare, awaits.
Make haste, my child, make haste.”

And I ran after her voice, out onto my doorstep…
To behold the night heavens so wide and awake…
Aglow with their newest host - I stood and watched her circumnavigate,
All of the spheres that the toil of her years - and her joy - had built there.
And I could feel her voice in the gentle wind blowing…

The voice of Maya, saying to me… saying to you…
“You, child, You… oh Yes, child -Yes… Now, child - NOW”.

And NOW… she is Immortal.


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A TRIBUTE TO ELI WALLACH

He was a star of Hollywood,
that is so very true,
A bad guy – and a softy – he
was  part of a gifted few.
Eli Wallach, he was known;
‘To play a baddie – all on his
own’.   

The Magnificent Seven – he
played so mean – 
Playing a bandit – to rob you
clean?
Then he was ugly – that was
unfair –
The good, and the bad, – he 
did so swear!  

Blondie, he would shout – at
the man with no name – 
He wasn’t ugly was Tuco – 
that was a shame.
Swearing and fighting – and
greedy for dollars – 
Always chewing tobacco – 
calling everyone liars!

Don’t talk, he said; “just shoot,
that you must remember” – 
Always the greedy one – he 
had a nasty temper!
Our Eli was a character – and
he always played the baddy,
But Hollywood loved him so – 
and so did his family. 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON
      
       


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Ode to my Mom

To the giver of my life,
	The bearer of this child,
My protector from strife,
	My guide from going wild.
To the nurse of my aches,
	The suave of my pains,
The baker of my cakes,
	My umbrella from the rains.
To the teacher of my youth,
	The mentor of my mind,
The one who’d soothe my tooth,
	Always fair and kind:

This is my tribute to you,
	An ode to my mom.

Thanks for giving me the strength
	To righten when down.
Thanks for going to any length
	To get rid of my frown.
Thanks for the times we’d just talk
	And you’d be my friend.
Thanks for teaching me to walk,
	And to stand up, in the end.
Thanks for giving me your love
	And taking the time to care.
And when you’re gone to heaven above,
	I’ll always look up and see you there.

This is my tribute to you,	
	I love you, Mom.