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Details | Quatrain | |

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)


Details | ABC | |

Ode to a smelly man

Sweeny Smith, and Dizzy May.

Lauren County grand motel
It’s a weird old place to be
I used to go there quite a lot
It really pleasured me
To know that nothing’s what it seems
It’s a scary kind of place
Where one meets the dregs of life
And none there have much grace.

There’s Sweeny smith, he’s big and strong
And he’s a scary guy
He really doesn’t like the world
And no one knows quite why
They Say his father dropped him when
He was a tiny lad
And now the man is not himself
Most people think he’s mad.

Now Sweeny, he is quite a man
But he hasn’t learned a lot
But most they can put up with him
Though one thing he is not
He’s not the cleanest of the men
Who live at that Motel
And though folk try to like the man
They hate old Sweeny’s smell.

One day the others got old Sweeny
And put him in a tub
They got a great big scrubbing brush
And gave him such a scrub
Now Sweeny did not like this much
And he caused such a stir
With people flying round the room
Such a frenzy did occur.

Then Dizzy May came on the scene
And Sweeny loved her so
He wanted her to stay with him
He would not let her go
Old Dizzy, She quite liked the man
But she didn’t like his smell
So she came up with a little plan
And she did Sweeny tell

‘Now look here Sweeny, here’s the deal
If you really love me so
Then you must take a bath each day
Or out the door you’ll go‘.
Now Sweeny didn’t like that much
But he loved old Dizzy may
And so he told her lovingly
‘I’ll take a bath each day‘.

And now the people look at Sweeny
With a different kind of air
Cause when he’s with his Dizzy May
You can smell them everywhere
But it is such a lovely smell
Of the sweetest kind of flowers
And now When Sweeny walks on past
There’s none that from him cower.

18 June 2013 @ 1635hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Ode to the farmer (#2)

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


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...


                    GF

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























Details | Ode | |

Life Of The Imagination

        Life Of The Imagination

Imagination has never had a bath or shower
It does not know of soap
Plays with itself for hours
Hanging from a rope
Hopes for handouts
There are no places it can’t go
In dirty crevasses in dark shadows
It takes chances with glass and wire
Wine becomes expired in its mind
Meandering with tigers, gliding off of stars, where parsecs spark 
Falls back into dark matter of inner space
Imagination visits here on Earth for merely seconds
Swings out to a nova blast without its nova cane
And again comes here to the home planet to drink square particles of rain
It named its first 10 children candy
None of them were sweet 
The next 10 he called Mortimer 
Bought them homes by buffer zones near Kansas 
On Christmas it lays Easter eggs on pine needles
Pine trees are used as tooth picks in all seasons
At Thanksgiving it pitches forks
Imagination has no fear of anything accept divorce
It writes the laws in crayon while dancing through the canyons
There are fleeting moments that can never pass beyond its grasp
There are things in space and time that even chance can’t handle
Sometimes Imagination takes me places
I really don’t want to go, without my sandals on
He is my friend but wakes me up at midnight
Places pen and paper in my hand and makes me work
While he just sits there counting sheep and eating candy
Remembering they were his children
None of them were sweet
I wish sometimes imagination would fall right off the Earth
After all, he’s the one who calls it flat
For what that’s worth


Details | Ode | |

Pink Pink Pink

Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.


Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.


Details | Free verse | |

An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Limerick | |

Ode to Pepsi



My addiction to Pepsi is a curse It's bad for my body and for my purse Limit is one per day But I have feet of clay I love the stuff..for better or for worse
for the Beverage contest...glug Barbara Gorelick 10/27/11


Details | I do not know? | |

An Ode to the Bath-House (by Vladimir Vysotsky)

ODE  TO  THE  BATH-HOUSE

Vladimir Vysotsky

God, bestow on us your salvation,
God, your blessing bestow on us,
When we, dirty, begin the lavation,
Washing spirit and flesh in the bath!

Mother-water’s  renascent, reviving,
Healing ugliness, sickness and sores.
Here you feel how nature is thriving,
Here you feel that the birthright restores!

Sins and faults, in your soul embedded,
Any nuisance which grinds you or bores,
By hot steam that’s been lavishly added,
Are knocked out of you through your pores!

All your torments are evaporated
And dissolve in the sky to your mirth;
Being freed from your vices and hatred,
You can start a new life on the earth!

It’s not washing – it’s purification!
Don’t you rush outside, take your time!
Give your soul some hard perspiration,
Steam away all its mire and slime!

Naked bodies – defects are not hidden.
Never mind! You’ll be cleansed and renewed!
In the bath-house just like in Eden:
Only those can stay, who are nude!

Rid of pride when the pants you are stripping,
Rid of vanity, being undressed,
Since a besom is equally whipping
Any legs, any back, any breast!





How one is exactly like others
In a sauna you can esteem;
All are free in the bath, all are brothers
And the parity rules in the steam!

Through the bath-house pass generations,
Through the water, that’s holy and prized,
Through affection, through mercy and patience
We, barbarians, must be baptized!


Translated by George Tokarev

©  GEORGE  TOKAREV  2003


Details | Ode | |

An Ode's Smile

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Ode to Charlie Sheen: Bi-Winning

   -   Normally I don’t mess with email requests;
      but times are a-changin’ and I’m rearrangin’. -

          (As noted by all this distress, 
             the story we wish we‘d see less)

                  Titled: 
“The Train Wreck of Charlie Sheen;”

The public seems a little bitter; 
As he rambles his rants on Twitter,
Social network scenes, all the magazines; 
And he’s still rollin’ in dough, like we’ve never seen.

Any news is good news…so they say;
He’s gonna relapse anyway;
So at least he’s getting high, and making pay.

Everyone’s glued to their TV and internet devices,
But the best thing to do, believe me, is ignore him and his vices.  
He feeds financially and emotionally, off you and me
So leave Charlie alone! Just let him be…




Details | Ode | |

DARLING DEAR

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

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

...alive,
the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that
inspires,

of the everlasting.


Details | Ode | |

lately now

lately now and i forgot to mintion
a great great love forgotten in tradition
she lies in wait wanting contrition
so here am i to cure her condition
yes , i am guilty of the ommision
yes, i am guilty of trespass and treason
but to you i yeild my passion and cause
my praise to you i give my laud
you are my princess, my queen and wife
without you i have no life
come back to me i beg and pray
come back to me this very day
this life has but little to give 
but to you i have left i now live
for better or worse, these words i say
i give them to you, forever and a day


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Endometriosis

Strong, like kingdom walls,
stacks of sandbags, swamps of quicksand,
or barricades of filigreed barbed wire.
It holds me inside.

I can see myself in eleven years.
Perched on sterile metal instead of 
mountains of handmade quilts,
or nests of woven moss.

It will have turned love-making and child-bearing
from an art to a science,
and I will paint pictures 
of how being a woman is supposed to feel.


Details | Free verse | |

ode to diphenhydramine.

we finally find the small aisle, the one i've been searching for.
pass the pink liquids and big white pills
and stop at the little blue ones.
look! you can get 50 caplets for $4.99.
Five dollars for twenty-five nights of sleep.
I do a restrained dance and compare prices.

the cashier does not know she holds
a near month of happy nights for me.
she tosses them in the bag with the chicken,
i jump. 

when we return home i put them down,
in an elevated space - the fruit bowl. 
and i stare at them for hours
until the clock finally flips over to 10pm.

i dream about dinosaurs in aeroplanes and
beautiful women drinking whiskey with me.

when i awake, the sky is gray and i am out of coffee.
in the excitement i had forgotten
that i'd still have to get out of bed.


Details | Blank verse | |

Ode(ious) to Cancer

C ells with
A naplastic large cell problems
N eed to be treated - is there a
C ure for what I've got?
E vidently not -- 
R ats!

R eally, I'm not that
E ducated on the concept
A nd I don't want to 
R ead up on the
S ubject

I 'd much rather
T hink it's gone
S omewhere

U nknown and undefined -- a
G ame I play with myself, a
L ie I tell myself and
Y ou

H ey!
E verbody!
A nybody?
D amn!


A lright, I
G uess I'll just
A ccept the fact that
I have been given this
N ew life 

O pportunity to
H eal

W ith the 
E xcellent support and
L ove of my friends --
L ife never dies, does it?


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to a San Francisco Head

It’s that beat
Bang!
arms around the porcelain
alter
shared by music gods
a plenty

The Smash!
drowns the sweetness
as the 
Boom!
carries away the wrong

with the Shrill!
stabilizing the united
chaos 
tears make their way  
to reddened arms and
Sizzle!
towards the heavens

now swaying with the
Ba Ba Ba!
images appear between
tears
where truth and purity
are found

collapsing to rest
with a sweaty
Slide!
upturned by reality
breathing hard is the 
Beat Beat Beat!
of paralysis

then dipped into the
icy mercy of a
Shout!
and then a muffled
trumpets prayer

only to awaken to
a deafening
Slam!
and an earth moving
Shake!
only then experience
takes hold

Sa Sa Wop! 


Details | Quatrain | |

tongue ode

the tongue is just another muscle
gives strength to what we think
amidst life's daily hustle bustle
helps thoughts to words interlink

so the father with his mother tongue
speaks to progeny generations come
lessons learned to offspring young
good ways to live, his rule of thumb

still would wince at his tongue lashing
flinching, blinking, cowering and meek
if shouted anger from lips came flashing
'stead of old man's jokes, tongue-in-cheek

but before I become too tongue-tied 
some tongue twister squarely knotted
I'll place my tongue-in-cheek aside
to address these words I've jotted

and tell of my admiration for tongue
no forked tongue falsehood to relate
some silver tongued notes clearly sung
of glossa tongues and hooks and baits

that lovely lingual muscle hydrostat
can do things fit for moans and groans
I can hint, alluding to this and that
of things we tongue like flesh and bones

I think you'll agree with my observations
presented to you, from my mind sprung
and think of your own tasty applications
many things budding the tip of your tongue

© Goode Guy 2011-07-04


Details | Ode | |

HIS NAME IS NICK

through his mom he has come to know me 
and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails
I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up
she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles
to pull this large woman up,i saw  such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to
have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick
must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know
such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God
Bless Nick


Details | Free verse | |

Ode To My Phoenix

For days, for nights
you moaned in pain.
For weeks, for months
you cried in vain.

For days, for nights
you wept in silence.
For weeks, for months
you anguished with prudence.

For days, for nights
I leeched on your strength.
For weeks, for months
I feasted on your health.

For days, for nights
I gripped my claws in your veins.
For weeks, for months
You held on and soon, reigned.

On the night of that day
you screamed.
On the week of that month
I wailed.

At last, it was over.
Finally, Im here on this earth.
You were sober-
but you said, it has all its worth.

Fly, my mother!
Soar high!
Spread your wings!
Enjoy the sky!

Let us share this joy,
this bliss, this mirth;
for my birth
is your rebirth!


Details | Rhyme | |

Mmmmm Mmmm Mmmm Yummy!/Ode to a Tomato

Just chewing a FRESH tomato
from off my potted plant
babied it all winter long
mmmmmm tastey
in a trance

sucking my teeth
smacking my lips
getting every DE LI CI OUS morsel
the mayonnaise has graced the space
between the bready foursome!

Just chewing a RIPE tomato
grew all by myself
lickin’ all the juicy juice
off my salt fingered self!


Details | Epitaph | |

Ode To Todd (1963-2001)

I would like to tell you
About Todd, our brother
He was one of a kind
Unlike any other

Todd played a mean banjo
He could sing like a pro
The group that he played in
Would put on a good show

Todd knew all about cars
Fixed their faults everytime
He bought them, he sold them
Seems he owned every kind

Friend John took him flying
A thrill Todd did enjoy
Loved to ride his Goldwing
His favorite grown-up toy

Todd cruised on the bike trail
He couldn't be kept down
Days at Mid-Ohio
Car shows out of town

Dedicated at work
Though health was not ample
Optimistic fighter
To all, an example

Todd, a loving father
A son, and a brother
Grandson, uncle and friend
Unlike any other.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ode to Sig Sigmond Arettes

I was a young adolescent,in love with Sig,
To me he was bigger than Big.
For him I had an insatiable crave'n.
Knew him so well,his sweet li'l maven.
Day after day,hour after hour.
I am weak and succumb to his power.
My family said Sig is evil and dark.
Sigmond Arettes is my light;my spark.
Friends knew Sig as ominous and grim.
I know Sigmond;I'm addicted to him.
The addiction goes on,year after year.
For Sigmond Arettes I shed many a tear.
I would hold him with love,with care.
It was a love that Sig did not share.
He just sat back;watched me decay.
Sig is still young,I'm old and gray.
I grasp at Sig LET'S MAKE IT QUICK!.
Youknow Iknow:you know I'm sick.
One last time;I know I shall regret.
Good-bye Sigmond,SIG Arettes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ode to Walking

Walking, walking
So much fun
Walking, walking
Under the sun
What do you know
Exercise is done!


Details | Ode | |

Apathetic

Passionless I see each new day arrive and depart.
I shall not falter upon any deed.
I betray not
Why is this feeling plaguing my mind and spirit?
I was never insensible to my deity.
Or ever will be.
Listless I lay upon the life before me and beyond.
Apathetically I continue with a plea.
I will awake. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Ode to Sig Sigmond Arettes

I was a young adolescent,in love with Sig,
To me he was bigger than Big.
For him I had an insatiable crave'n.
Knew him so well,his sweet li'l maven.
Day after day,hour after hour.
I am weak and succumb to his power.
My family said Sig is evil and dark.
Sigmond Arettes is my light;my spark.
Friends knew Sig as ominous and grim.
I know Sigmond;I'm addicted to him.
The addiction goes on,year after year.
For Sigmond Arettes I shed many a tear.
I would hold him with love,with care.
It was a love that Sig did not share.
He just sat back;watched me decay.
Sig is still young,I'm old and gray.
I grasp at Sig LET'S MAKE IT QUICK!.
Youknow Iknow:you know I'm sick.
One last time;I know I shall regret.
Good-bye Sigmond,SIG Arettes.


Details | Bio | |

Ode to St. Francis

St. Francis, St. Francis,
Saint of caged animals,
"Lock down" at 3...
Then supper and tea...

But there must be no caffeine,
And no coffee at all...
Staff fearing us nut-jobs,
But it wasn't our call...
And we were told,
Why we're alllowed no caffeine,
Cause us weirdos  just might,
Turn quite obscene...
And hang from the rafters, 
Maybe swinging from the ceiling,
And thinking it keen,
You can picture the scene...
Us howling at the moon,
As well as everything...
In-between...

But my pet peeve,
One that drove me quite mad,
Was this compulsion by all,
To repeat these phrases they had...

"You know? You know??
You know what I'm sayin' ??"
If I hear that, one more damn time,
There might be a slaying...

You know what I mean??
Do you know what I'm sayin' ??
Wanna hear my sad tale???...
And soon you'll be prayin'...

That you never again...
Hear, "You know what I mean???"
My ears got so sore...
Do you know what I'm sayin'???
I can't take it no more...
Do you know what I mean???
I've become so brain-dead,
I repeat it over and over...
Like dumb old Mr. Bean...

Do you know what I'm sayin'???
Do you know what I mean???
When it comes to those phrases...
I wish their minds could be wiped clean...
Do you know what I'm sayin'??
Do you know what I mean???

But they got very little up there...
Do you know what I'm sayin'???
Just a blank stare...
Do you know what I mean???
I just wish I knew how,
From those words,
They I could wean...
Do you know what I'm sayin'???
Do you know what I mean???

Yes, St. Francis, St. Francis,
With your staff trained in hell,
Under old Dr. Joseph Mengle',
From Aushwitz, how swell!!!

St. Francis, St. Francis,
I'm glad for my luck...
Cause I am quite mad...
And don't give a fluck."