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If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones

Copyright © Meggan Rogalski

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Water, water everywhere

Flowing here, flowing there

Flows, flows all about

In this way and travel out

Time is such a flow.

Meant to keep one and all in tow.

Disagree with it's rules

Break the pattern made for fools.

Keep bright your goals, your dreams

Make them true despite what seems.

Be bright and alive today!

Tomorrow, the future is at your sway.

Goals set

Targets met 

Into a shining future jet.

Decide to win and it will flow

Decide to lose and it goes slow.

Cycles started

Cycles done

Cycles completed

Over time you have won!

Time, time everywhere

Flowing here, flowing there.

Water, water all about

Flowing in, flowing out.

ml, Jimo

Copyright © James Plett

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Ode to Water

Ode to Water
Water is crystal clear with many forms
The sweet sound of it pouring tempts my dry mouth
It’s too cold to touch, too hot to touch, too scarce to touch
The taste is too valuable to waste and impossible to aquire

Copyright © Liala Zaray

Details | Haiku | |

MY ode to the Netherlands - Goeie moarn Fresia

radiant sun shines
laurel of meadow sage glows
fragrant flowers rise
across swooning bay
voice settled in the woodland
good morning Fresia
a lullaby flew
In the Morra nightingales
dancing in the trees

Copyright © John Beam

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Ireland's Ode

There's nothing much I'd die for,
for nothing much I'd cry,
but for dear old Ireland
I would prepare to lie
dying upon the fields of green.

Never have I seen it, though tales 
I have been told, of heros, legends
and battles, the glory days of old.
Eire's isle I have sprung and die for 
it I would; before all gold and riches 
here, for give me this land never could.
For has it given me my language, my lineage,
my looks?
Blood is thicker than water or so it has
been said...and here alas the water runs
when in Ireland clan's blood is shed.
The Protestant against the Catholic,
the Nationlist against them all...the Unionist's,
and their parties and those English dogs.
And fight for the cause I would have I been back in 1916
when the Easter rising was fighting and dying like
slaughtered sheep.
Oppression, slavery and killings, those casualties of war,
they only fought for vengence for the millions who starved.
The truth of England's cruelty has shown throughout the years
and even as half-bred Englishman I sweat of Ireland's tears.
Erin go braugh I shout to all who may be passing by,
Erin go braugh, I'll ne'er shy away for that ancient Isle is
mine. Erin go braugh I love you and home I wish I'd
be...but there I am whenever I dream, whenever I'm
in peaceful sleep.

Copyright © Aime Ailean

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Ode to the Narwhal

Ode to the Narwhal

The marine waters have some animals, which are as graceful as they could be.
And one such aquatic creature is the narwhal, the unicorn of the sea.

Swimming with a horn tearing up the turquoise tides,
The Arctic waters is where this porpoise resides.

Oh narwhal, the sun shines on your grey whale skin;
And then you swim below eating small fish with fins.

Oh narwhal, how did you get that beautiful horn on your head?
You truly are one quirky beast of the sea bed.

So I wish that you don’t get hunted down & live on for 40 years,
Lest the sea level would rise with your brothers’ gloomy tears.

Sometimes I feel like drifting in the blue, be strayed away & lost,
Plunging in the frigid waters of the Northern Frost.

Oh narwhal, welcome me to your aquatic domain.
Teach me how to dive to glory, help me to relieve my pain.

Keep on living underwater while I write this ode,
Perhaps one day, I will witness your magical abode.

Copyright © The Moustached Bard