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Dear Lucifer

I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I? 
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw 
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown

There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me

What I will never be

Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Black Diamond

On the border of the obscure wastelands, In the depths of shadows and torments, Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent… As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail, Sifting the awaiting coals below, I shall reflect slivers of your light upon the darkest woe! I fight with the broken alliance within the dimmest coves, I mean to pull you into Death’s demise Where the pained poets prevail and the suns of justice arise So that e’en the coldest of coals reach warmth! Generating power so strong, that the gods step aside As these diamonds-to-be burst into the light of day Revealing your words of Always Was… and Always Will The Black Diamond, once captive…finally free…though coal black still!
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD) 12/7/14

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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My Tribute to The Silent One

I will never quite grasp the depth of your love and care, For those around you, and for the world and its constant suffering You understand more than you express, You express more than I can understand… Your sweet and playful spirit leaves an impact on my life and heart, Uplifting me when I need it most…how can I thank you? And your meaningful, romantic side, Your poetry is priceless! You care about the deep, sad and unusual, Admiring the sentiments of darkness and light alike, Inspired by the world around you, your canvas is infinitely painted in detail Revealing colors that bring relief to the eyes Despite the unimaginable hardships you have faced, And of the trials and tests of the present and unknown future, You remain resilient, good-natured and strong, Never letting anything break you, No matter how many demons swarm your beautiful garden of words, No matter the careless and unkind words from the ignorant and afflicted, The conflicted and the constricted… You are aware of the sensitivity of each opposition, Easily seeing past the nailing and jabs aiming for your mind and heart, And you humble me with your meek approach of poetry You must write when inspiration touches truth Not to mention, when sick abuse yearns for justice, You grab the evil source by the throat and shame him! Even when wounded, when the voice can no longer speak, When the tongue is bit for the better of all, When emotions plea for more consistency, You speak the loudest to me You are The Silent One And you mean ever so much to me!
My Tribute to the gifted and resilient Silent One

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Ode To Vigan City

Take your halcyon moment, have your blissful jaunt
Explore the northern hills and rivers, their helix flaunts
From zigzag paths of the south, from verdant plains of the north
Passing by the west coasts, ascend to their conjuring heart fort

Set off now and tread down to a cobblestone avenue
With joyful wagon ride, gaze the Heritage City’s stunning view
Spanish buildings in hedge, hewed by the greatest history
Of a beautiful country called, The Pearl of the Orient Sea

Museums in slumber, sing the spirit of heartwarming hospitality
Preserving the priceless antiques,  ancestors’ unique creativity
Well-crafted on Spanish Colonization, cherish in golden memory
The country’s Great Forefathers, their true heroism and bravery

At the heart of a city gloriously stands the city’s cathedral
In front stretched a dancing fountain embraced by a lover’s park
With conservative Maria Clara style, stroll with Jose, your pal
And taste the most delicious delicacies from morning ‘til dark

A hammock that rocks you to the enchantment of the past
With indelible imprints of rich cultural heritage in relentless lush
Visit this reigning beauty, your rewarding experiences enfold
Vigan City hailed as one of Top Seven Wonder Cities of the World

Copyright 2014 Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved

-Sharing with you an old poem of mine. 

I spent some of my childhood years here. My parents sent me in this place to study.  It’s one of the most wonderful places and one of my most favourite hometowns:)) 

Copyright © Leonora Galinta

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An Ode to Ezra Pound - Musical accompaniment performed by audio-visual hallucinations

Through past/present/future, the Oriental Express still clatters,
bending time, space and everything else that really matters.

The eclectic, co-mingled aroma
of Turkish coffee, French onion soup
and spicy Kung Pao almonds,
wafts through the observation deck,
stinging the ornamental eyes
delicately carved into the interior bas-relief.

Initially squinting,
blinking wide open,
pupils melt like hot candle wax,
dripping onto toes tip-tapping
alongside the steady music beating 
from off the iron bones spinning 'round below.

Barely, just barely,
they hear the yardman's migratory yearnings
as he switches the tracks of thought -
so mesmerized they are,
by the moistened, black boughs
speeding past open windows.
Pale faces dangling from the laden branches;
strange, intoxicating fruit


so comfortably close to fingertips,
their spiral prints bending time, space
and everything else in-between that really matters.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty

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It takes a man with fiery guts
To stand the heat of the spiteful lots
Of little greats still untamed
And future stars still unnamed.

The sweat never ceased to fall
And the stress really took a toll
But success came out after all
Making the stress worthy of all.

Though no thanks be said or showed
And no hats be tipped or bowed
Always remember you are beloved
By those hearts you ploughed and sowed.

Copyright © israel eziedo

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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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Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .



Copyright © Shanity Rain

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An Ode to E. A. Robinson

Whispers of talent are carried on New England breezes
Dickinson, Hawthorne, and the Irvings’ son Washington
Though I sense a special connection to all of these
None inspired more than Edwin Arlington Robinson

Three Pulitzer Prizes were displayed on his mantle place
His childhood in Maine he described as “stark and unhappy”
Though he went to Harvard, academics he’d not embrace
Arlington’s style was unique and his cadence snappy

“Miniver Cheevy,” displaced soul, longed for Medieval years
To Miniver I could relate, felt I was born too late
Wishing I’d ridden West with America’s pioneers
But at least my dreams alcohol will never desecrate

For his depressed brother Herman, “Richard Cory” he wrote
A handsome man who appeared to enjoy the perfect life
But the turmoil in his heart, his exterior did not denote
Richard shot himself in the head to put an end to strife

Edwin, your character studies touched something deep inside
Struggles you described of common men gripped me, made me cry
People whose dreams and accomplishments did not coincide
I, too, watch life’s play from backstage, feeling like a standby

Though I seek to display wit, tragedies pour from my pen
And much like my muse, my life seems filled with loneliness
As poets we reach out to touch lives of men and women
Hoping to find comfort as troubled feelings we express

* Written for Jared's "Ode" contest

Edwin Arlington Robinson (December 22, 1869 – April 6, 1935) was an American poet 
born in Maine who won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work. His brother Dr. Dean 
Robinson died of a drug overdose, perhaps inspiring Robinson to write of the 
alcoholic dreamer “Miniver Cheevy.”. It has been speculated that his poem "Richard 
Cory" was penned for his other brother, Herman. E.A. Robinson’s poems have a dark 
pessimism stemming from dreams gone awry.  The style and themes of many of my 
poems seem to emulate Robinson, who often wrote in rhyming quatrains.  “Richard 
Cory” can be found at
To read “Miniver Cheevy,” go to

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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Ode To A Desert Rose

Ode to a Desert Rose

Hiding in her desert place
There lives a desert rose
Not much water   little rain
Yet on and on she goes...

Day to day she shows her face
To those who can not see
All her beauty hides the pain
And tears that set her free...

Still there's One who shed His grace
Upon this desert rose
Always with her shall remain
Because her heart He knows.

by~deborah burch©
posted 3/29/2012

*(In dedication to Andrea: Welcome Back)

Copyright © Deborah Burch

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To Duke

I woke up from the cradles of slumber
My morning eyes opened slowly
My mind frolicked and sang with peace
Remembering your words 
So kind, so memorable were they!
So sweet, so genuine are you!
The mere thought of you takes away the assertive blue

It is a wonder I have come across your mind
It is a blessing like no other—a true, treasurable find!
And there are no words that can truly give you the honor you deserve
But take these, please!
And know there is so much more. . .
So much more that I wish to offer you

Your never-ending thoughtfulness and attention
Has filled me with unremitting appreciation
You really are a beautiful light to my world
Cheering my melancholy with joy
I have never found someone quite like you
And that is the beauty of it all
Finding the gold
The sunlight smiling for your marvelous shine
Finding truth
There is just no other like you!
I would never turn my eyes away
There is just no possible way

That is a blessing I count close to the heart
Finding you, such a rare piece!
Finding you in a churning world of excitement and chaos
Finding you with such delight and gratitude

Thank you so much, Duke!
Thank you for being you!

-Dedicated to a very fine poet named Duke Beaufort-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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My Confession

It is hard to really tell you The beauty of this man For many simply find it Too hard to understand They laugh, they smile, and tease As I describe his every being They just can’t fully see The splendor that I’m seeing Though he is just a character I really can care less He is real in this crazy heart of mine So give your teasing a rest! His hair is black as ebony His voice as smooth as milk It reminds me of dark chocolate sliding across oiled silk His face is pale and serious With black eyes that pierce your own His grimness makes me envious In this world he is alone His nose is hooked—but not too much! And his rare smiles are divine His black robes add a vicarious touch I wish he could be mine! As far as personality goes, I say, he’s quite the charmer! Dexterously shielded by a past of foes Beneath his shame of honor Sometimes he’s angry, but mostly glum Rarely is he content He lost his love, cold and lonesome Sarcasm is his lament! Alone he lingers in the dark Torn and set apart No one knows he has left a mark Right smack-dab on my heart! I stared intently at book and screen When they first came on Every word he utters is like a dream And then again—he’s gone! Nevertheless he leaves me With a feeling so grand At loss of words from the awe he gives me A joy that no one understands Can I help but swoon and gape, At the great professor Severus Snape? *Note: Although Alan Rickman is a contributing factor to my obsession, I’m seriously just in love with the character…and that is my confession!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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My Ode to Rain

A beauty of which seems not to alter,
A voice that never seems to falter,
A mind of which has no boundary,
A love of which I can't help but see,
With just one word I shall define thee.


Copyright © Jay Smith

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Random Thoughts *16* The Ode


Strong voices, extraordinary talents
rhyming verses that inspire.
different techniques, structures
heightening my writing desire.

Carolyn Devonshire, Sara Kendrick,
Deborah Guzzi lift my spirits when feeling low.
James Fraser, John "Moses" Freeman
Raul Moreno and Ruben Ortellao.

Different voices, unique in your own right.
All your wonderful talents portrayed in this site.
I thank you for your wisdom, inspiring my creative writes.
Keep up the good work, and look forward to your advice....

***Charmaine Chircop, I did not forget my muse.... You were my inspiration to write this....
Thank you and everyone else who takes interest in my poetry.........:JP]

Jared Pickett

Copyright © Jared Pickett

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Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.

When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.

Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile

Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.

Copyright © Eiken Laan

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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 


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.

Copyright © Robert Candler

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Ode to Tupac

Flava flav, Run DMC,
Digital Underground.
The early 90's I found hip hop.
I found poetry..
Langston Hughes, led to 
Tupac Shakur.
Do you remember "Jada"
and "When ure hero falls"

Flamboyant, charismatic,
a ghetto philosopher..
"Thug Life", "2Pacolipse"
I heard you, I felt your pain,
your struggles...
"All Eyes on me" 
and my favorite,
You inspired me.
many have lost resolve to me, 
by your collaboration with Jodeci.
"Me and my Girlfriend" 
A masterpiece...

Tupac and Biggie,
friends turned vicious enemies.
Five shots, 
an attempted murder plot 
brought conflict and 
a Bill Boards top ten spot...
interactions with Faith,
enhanced Biggies rage
"West coast, East coast"
beef took center stage....
Yet through all of your controversy
you would shock and amaze.

God has judged you my friend!!
I see you in white, sharp
with a glass of "Thug Passion".
When I meet my fate,
I'll see you with Nas 
in "Thugs Mansion"

I love you Pac!!

     This poem is dedicated to one of the greatest artists of all time.
    Tupac Shakur will never be forgotten, his message inspired many 
before and after his death.... The name Tupac Shakur will always live on..
                June 16th 1971--- September 13, 1996
                            RIP, we miss you Pac!!! 
Jared Pickett

This poem has been written for Raul Moreno's Tupac Shakur contest.....
Enjoy my friend!!!!!

Copyright © Jared Pickett

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Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach. 
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns. 
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams. 
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns. 
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize. 
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth. 
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth. 

Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose. 
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.

Copyright © Joshua Torres

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Ode To 'That' Girl

She smiles like nothing’s wrong
And pretends her sorrows would end soon
She laughs like there’s no tomorrow
Never minding life’s unpleasant blows
Yeah, she’s no different from you
She’s no robot, she has a heart too
But she will never bother you with her sadness
She cries inside while deceiving you with her ‘happiness’
You think she doesn’t grieve but she actually does
She does it in discreet as quietly as she must
Either to give you the impression that she’s strong
Or just so you won’t worry and ask her ‘what’s wrong?’
Yeah, she’s the one who easily laughs at small things
The one who comforts you when you’re down and hurting
Yes, the vibrant bubbly girl that you’ve always known
Is the same girl who cries a lot in silence when she’s all alone.

This is dedicated to my friend  Karenjoy D. Viloan.

Copyright © cresyl joy bajen

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Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana

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When I was young and in my time
I surely took my fill 
I lived it on the line, 
Scarred memories linger still
But the years have slowed me down,
I'm fading by the day 
Things I used to long for
Don't mean that much today 

Though it's strange how love grows 
How it ebbs and it flows...  

I have a light that shines for me 
Burning bright, burning endlessly
From the lunacy of youth
To the normalcy of now
She loved me through it all 
She loved me anyhow
This flame has never died 
This flame has never died. 

And I for my own part 
I do the best I can  
But I suffered from the sins  
That make a man a man 
I walked the devil's road 
That sheared my soul in two 
Now I'm sticking to the path 
That keeps me strong with you.

Though it's strange how love grows 
How it ebbs and it flows...

I have a light that shines for me 
Burning bright, burning endlessly
As fortune flares and fades 
In triumph and dismay 
She loved me through it all 
She loved me anyway 
This flame has never died 
This flame has never died.

Copyright © Louis Spence

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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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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...

Copyright © Andrew Shannon

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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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Memorial Tribute

Mother you,
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Mother you,
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are. 
Mother I will always love you.
My Mother,
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.

God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.

Copyright © Cheryl Chandler

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Sea Shanty

The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed by the air
from his drafty compound.

By the drum of the surf
on the beat of the waves
a crescendo that climbed
with the sea as she raged
while the wind as the maestro
pulled pockets of sound
from the whistles and moans
as he swept ‘cross the ground.

Soprano! cried the killdeer 
Tenor! screeched the gulls
as a baritone foghorn
boomed from the hull
of a ship that swayed
drunkenly atop of the surf
staying clear of the breakers
that crashed on the turf

The ship creaked a response
as it groaned a refrain
but the deft hand of a shipwright
would keep it sustained
for he’d hewn and he’d whittled
great emblems of love
carving an angel for the figurehead
and atop the masthead, a dove.

When the wind stopped his jostling
and the sea spent her ire
the ship slipped back to its haven
of warm hearths and bright fires
where the men mused and wondered
over great tankards of ale
if the hymns and  hosannas..
had been but, the wind in the sails?

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald

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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".

Copyright © Meghan Palmer

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Love In Tranquility

Between the beauty of blossoms,
Did she really stand, was the chasm,
The chills on my spine stung deeper,
Towards her, when I walked closer.
Move they, her lips, afar,
With a rose, as I walked under the shooting star,
Lay still, the thorn in me to form a scar,
Which felt, like a prisoner broke open the bar.
Mountain sized expectations,
Dropped rose and rejection,
Every petel of its plead resurrection,
Solemnly for the love acquisition,
With a creed of her fingers' touch,
On my walking away from the evading lust,
Tranquil footsteps then whispered,
Her finger to the rose's stem then touched!
The broken wing of the pegasus and the rising fire,
There she picked up the rose from the filthy mire,
Running with the stolen bliss, without tire,
Wrists on the chest of the native of Ahemshire,
Inked has she, her legacy,
With acceptance and to fly higher.
Night under the velvet cloud then bent,
For this moment and love to be reminiscent!

Copyright © Awsaaf Ali