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Details | Ode |

The Lamb that can Roar

The Lamb that can Roar 

Stop being a lamb child!
Or you will get hurt,
Be the lion that disperses it power,
Do not show the dainty hoof, 
Show the paw with claws that tear through every verbal contusion,
Young lamb, listen to me now,
Now is not the time to be timid or shy, for now it is the time for you to fly.
Little lamb you have left your herd, 
Little lamb now you can be burned,
Little lamb do not let them shear you,
Be the lion that growls at the blade,
Claw your way through the pastures of maim,
Little lamb it is time to be tough, to grow a thicker wool that will not buff,
It is time to stop pretending little lamb, 
A lion can roar, growl, and bite, claw their way through the night.
You do not need a herd to protect you little lamb, you can protect yourself, 
All you must say is "I am."

I am strong.
I am brave, 
I am powerful.
Beyond maim.
Maim will not tarnish my frail hooves,
My wool will not be taken from me anymore,
I will no longer be available to the shearers who harmed me.
I am no longer Mary's little lamb, 
I am my own lamb,
I am a warrior, with thick skin,
One who cannot be penetrated from within.
For the time is now to unleash my claws, and tear through the holes that made barred.
No more little this, or little that,
For now I will be referred to as Lion,
Lion is powerful,
Lion is respected.
Lion is not afraid to take a stand,
Lion will claw,
Lion will bite.
Lion will not let any razors, or blades come near his golden fur,
Come and try shearers, since you have found me, come try to take my pride away, 
Come try to strip me of my self esteem,
Come try and take away the only air I breath.
Come try to take my armor,
My mane away!
I am putting my beastly paw down, 
I am roaring at the top of my lungs,

No longer am I minuscule, or a lamb that toddles about.
I am a lion with fire bursting at my seams,
I am concealed, I am protected.
No longer do I have tuft white wool,
No longer do I have a tight blue ribbon on my neck, 
The ribbon is shredded!
No one will try to knock little lamb down ever again!
I am little lamb, and I god damn will be respected by the shearers, and the world.
I am.
I am little lamb,
Wearing my.

Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????

Copyright © B S Sky | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

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 | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Sand Storm

We will finish this Task 
Come what may
Wasting away the beauty of our day
A dark cloud of contempt
Winds of lies in the air
Lightening beating our souls bare
Where is the Sorrow
Is Their any Empathy at all
To Author this Storm
Is beyond comprehension
Dust can only Fall........

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


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 | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Ode To Canadian Geese Haiku

anniversary, bird, change, courage, immigration, mystery, sky,
 'Geese' Hiaku: 'Ode to the Canadian Goose'!

Canada’s Geese © HAIKU

All Northern Geese ‘crop’	
Seasonal tour ‘reruns’ twice!
Returning again!

Flag-poled Staff © HAIKU

Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles’ 
Two tails split ends!

Canada Geese Fly By! ©HAIKU

Touristic ‘fly-bys’ 
Soar far north in summer months 
Down south in winter!

Canadian Geese © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
Sky-masses of geese ‘elites’ 
Comings and goings!

Flights Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese consent
 To ‘v-shaped’ sky-tipped arrow points
Past’s learnt direction!

Canada Geese Tours © HAIKU

‘Fly-by' Geese Tourism
 Northerner or Southerner
Two seasons a year!

Canadian Geese Vacation © HAIKU

Arrow signs direct 
'V-trailing'  geese to the sky 
Masses 'enlist' onward!

Flights To Yesteryear© HAIKU

Canadian Geese mark
 'V-shaped' (sky) tipped arrow-points
Aged-mapped  destinies!

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode to Shadow

You are the sibling of Darkness
Only representing all friendliness
but you're mistaken too much
You surround me with a clutch
You hide from liberation
But you somehow form your recreation
You extinguish my fear
and make things very, very clear.

Copyright © Marceleus Menor | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Downs And Ups

There are times when waking up is hard
Easier when you are near yet difficult if far
That's when I stay down like a fallen card
As though I am as stuck as a star.

Do you watch the moon while I see it shine?
Are there lights or is it darker
I have chills running through my spine
And you're straightening it with a thick marker.

Strange as can be that falling asleep is worst
Always staying awake until I see the sun has risen
My sleep patterns are reversed
My soul is in prison

Even when I try nothing seems to work
All I ever do is lay awake
While our memories lurk
In my dreams with multiple retakes.

Flowers bloom but always die
Beautiful until they fall to the ground
Their petals disintegrate as they lie
And they do it without making any sound

I just want to be loved for who I am
All of the negative simply makes me ill
Through every tear, I still swam
Because I still have plenty in life to fulfill.

Written and posted on May 2nd, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin

Copyright © Michelle Corbin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

My very nice poem

Linky is really cool
He teaches at a school

Linky has swag
but he does not brag

Linky is the best
So we do well on the test

Copyright © jsalkefn sgsgsrg | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |



Beloved child of love, 

Help me overcome fear

As to sacrifice my ego

On the altar of


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     9 January 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Dream Walking

In the small town of Campbell Missouri,
A young girl with lovely brown locks
Sits, having been told she might never walk again
As all aknowledge this belief in town,
A fear swept around, 
And many children were kept down

But in the spirit of this child,
Desire to walk snuck over her fears
Perhaps she wished to surprise-
Perhaps she could not stand
The judgmental eyes-but all the same, 
She picked herself up, smiled,
And sauntered around the room

Happiness pervaded the house
As the family friend, delighted,
Sang merrily the song,
“Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?”

Today, at California Mission Inn,
The same girl, now a woman
Walks her glorious walk
With confidence and grace
She is 91 years old and strong
As song,
Her eyes lighting up as she recalls
She hums the dreamy tune
As I jot down miracles 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

A Soldier's Life

Bless this world, for what it's worth ,
The biggest one , in the universe ,
Full of love, shall always be ,
My best love , for you and me .
Blessing's to the " Soldier's Life"
Full of woe ,and full of strife ,
May his spirit never die ,
Even though his life 'subsides .
To his friend's and family ,
May their spirits' always roam free ,
May those who've died , for freedom's fare ,
May their loved ones , meet them there .
When will this "War" fade away?
So that children , can come out ' to play ,
Pray to the " Lord' for lasting 'Peace'
May they all enjoy ' Eternal Bliss'
Innocent victim's , from both sides'
Trying all alone , to stay alive ,
Bless these children , and their families too ,
Let them live good lives, just like me and you .

Copyright © Roberto Santana | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

An Ode to a Very Young Poet

Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills,
I write of Aaron Guttery
Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would,
By simply reading his poetry
With a pen in hand and vast of oceans of ink
He's ready to tackle the world, swim or sink
He's been here, just thirteen years on God's green earth
And already he knows the difference between price tag and worth
It's not about package, for that's just flashy covering for the stuff kept inside
Though very talented he doesn't gloat - but recalls how Satan's first sin was pride
He had a brave and humble mission to show us the world in a totally different light
When things are tough you can't just wait for the storm to pass,
You adjust the sails and face the night
The world is a top and we simply tag along for the ride
Unaware of those that have to fight just to survive
He wrote raps like Misfit - telling everyone he was an outsider looking in
But he also wrote Irreplaceable - exposing the heart of gold hidden within
Through all the hard times and he still exalts the Savior
It's written right there in black and white, you can see it through his behavior
He told me once "I don't believe I have anything to envy".
But I can plainly see that's just not true
Through the solace of mind to pen, and pen to paper, he sees clearly
There's just no way around it, words are stuck on him, like stubborn glue
Men four times his age are still looking for "the next big thing"
Still not knowing how precious little joy that brings
To relish in the temporary, with all your might,
To fall in love with a moment that's born to die
All the while the questions that were worthy of asking
Are held up above like so many stars in the sky
Keep writing on, my friend. You affect the world than you know.
There is much more life in store for you
And I hope you share it with us all, as you continue to grow
Keep your feet on the ground and head in the clouds
Life ain't a library, so if you got something to say, shout it out loud
Those that matter will listen with their ears perked to the extreme
And those that just roll their eyes aren't worthy of being apart of your dream
Never ditch your sense of true importance,
Life will throw curveballs, and at times you'll even spit out teeth
But I've seen your resilience and have no doubt
That no matter what, you'll continue to follow your feet

NOTE: Aaron Guttery is a poet here on P-Soup. I wrote this because I believe his work needs to be more known... come take a look at his page :)

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

The Indian soldiers

They are like the Roman aegis protecting the nation,
Their  valour defines the strength and courage of nation,
For them success is not wealth or fame rather it is martyrdom,
They have the courage of a lion, discipline of the nature, always full of moxie to deal with the foe,
Our sleep is their gift for they look for enemy from the siachen,
Their enemy is the enemy of nation,
Their  eyes are full of dreams for the nation, wants to behold  nothing  but  victory against the enemy, 
Their  palms have the fortune of thousands,
Their blood is more pious than the water of ganges or the zamzam,
Their mere thought welled up my eyes with tears for the ineffable sacrifice they make for the nation,
Their life is the life of nation and their death immerse the nation in sorrow, 
Their  existence define the incredible and ineffable India ,
Salute ,a thousand salute to the  valour of my protectors.

Copyright © mohd naeem khan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Chasing Happiness

There was a man,
he wasn't frightened 
and he loved mysteries 
and that's what happiness is all about.

Always chasing a scene,
a moment lost in time,
a smile, 
a feeling,
a connection,

trying to get back to some place,
that may or may not of ever existed,
some memory,
a great conversation,
a feeling of camaraderie,
to fall in love,

we spool through
the past while existing,
in the present,
trying to re-enact,
re-stage past events, 
we believe brought us happiness and fulfilment,

but we are swimming against the ocean current,
no, it is not even this,
because to go back to the past isn't difficult,
it's impossible,

not a word we like to hear
and the memories of happiness gone by,
happiness lost,
taunt us,
a picture of oxygen presented to a drowning man,

we chase the past
because we can not picture,
happiness in the future,
it's causes are too nuanced, too elliptical,
but we know what brought us happiness in the past,
so we cling to the idea, 
that these things can be relived for comfort,

it is in this fear, 
that there will be no happiness tomorrow, 
fear born of the emotions elusive nature,
that we seal are fate,
a self fulfilling prophesy.

There was a man
he wasn't frightened 
and he loved mysteries 
and that's what happiness is all about.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


         THE BRAVE

So we all have,
Inside of  us, the brave,
The one who would not cave
To none, nor any trade.
Forsaken what we made,
By hand, by mind or fate.
The look in our eyes is true.
As long as the sky remains blue,
Darkness of the night cannot undo,
The power of a few.
The strength of me and you.
The voices all became one voice
Opinionated by one choice,
Let out firmly and with poise
The sound of peace without a noise,
Without tremors, without ploys.

Copyright © christine craig | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.


Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

FROM MY HEART: Ode to Everyone

A note to behold
That is strictly from my heart.

I am trained to have a little faith
Even when the night turns dry.

Maybe I am formidable to many course
But this one, I know is my call.

If at any time I will be retreating one
Not and Never will I quit my garden porch.

Even at the moment of inertia
My words are mine, not meant to be loosen.

If penury strikes me or I had a grudge
Not with my spare and axle of glory.

I may seems not to be buoyant before onlookers
But I  believe My knowledge are Mine.

If there is no two ways about this
Then I am a winner of all time.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Appeal To wounded Heart


Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

A Melliferous Guru

Her eyes have oceans to say,
 Her smile is a nourishment for the beholder,
 Her talks are the sermons from the scriptures ,
 Her gait is simple and gentle, 
Her presence is like a mother full of motherly affection,
 Her thoughts are like newly bloomed rose fresh and beautiful.
 Her love for traditions is ineffable, for she is a lover of simplicity,
 Her nature is like the nature always forgiving and invigorating,
 She is a master psychologist ,having a deep insight into human psychology.
 Love of GOD and nature is innate in her,
 Her face defines solace and bliss ,
 For she is my affable and amiable teacher,
 My Guru.

Copyright © mohd naeem khan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

An Ode to The Eagle and the Dove

An Ode to The Eagle & The Dove

As I look in Eagles eyes,
As they scan what lies ahead.
He stands a strong guard,
Knowing others have bled,

Many died, doing this,
This standing the guard
The Dove thinks it’s easy
While it’s actually hard.

As I stare at the picture,
Look close at this thing,
Note Dove’s not beside,
But more under, Eagles wing.

Dove’s feet “freely” hold,
The banner to fly,
The red, white, and blue,
With stars to the sky.

But Eagles the one,
Gripping arrows that save,
Both from all comers,
He must always be brave.

It stands, a reminder,
To me, yet today,
When I read in my paper,
What the Doves have to say.

How the Dove wants it all
But not with a price.
They want to leave Liberty.
To the roll of the dice.

They say being strong,
Costs too great a price.
But if you hedge on Freedom
You walk on thin ice. 

Not far back in history,
Would we need to go.
To see Eagles brave strength,
Has made America grow.

To the power that we are,
The world has admired.
The Dove would retreat,
Leave Victory, expired.

What the Dove cannot see
As it looks only to self,
The terrorist wants
Both their heads on a shelf.

It’s easy to talk of fairness,
And all the ways we relate,
Across the war table,
They are filled up with hate.

Our life, is what they want,
There’s no turning them aside,
They will even kill each other
And do it with pride. 

Do Doves really think,
They can reason with others.
Who would threaten their citizens,
With killing their mothers.

It’s gone way too far,
For rational discussion,
Our strength is from Eagles,
With mighty percussion.

Stand watch my dear Eagle,
I’ll gladly pick up my tab.
It’s far better for me,
Than a cold concrete slab.

It’s now up to someone,
Who’s willing to stand.
And tell all the world.
We offer our hand,

In Peace if they will.
But don’t be now miss led.
There’s a stick in the other
To smack on the head.

Any group or bold country
Thinks they want to come on.
We won’t go down easy,
Or dumb like a blonde.

You know what I mean,
Have we lost our grit?
The Eagles our future.
Stop being such twits.

This has gone on too long,
As has this old ode,
But somehow I hope,
History will have showed.

We came to our senses
Just in the nick of time.
To stop all this clamor,
And turned on a dime. 

Starting right now,
Each one should resolve,
To not be the problem,
But help get them solved. 

The ode was written by oldbuck,, 
just after receiving from above  
A wonderfully clear picture of 
The Eagle and The Dove.

Copyright © Old buck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Beloved Companions -part 3-

Days passed and still we did not take him 
I was angry at everyone and stayed near his side
 But one day he had disappeared 
My heart skipped a beat as I searched the whole house
 Calling his name despondently
 Finally I heard a faint meow… 
I found him under the couch…. 
He was alive!!!
 Pentecost, the great and faithful… 
Laying down on his side…still breathing… 
And with effort lifting his head to gaze at me..
 Wondering if there was room for two..on the floor
 His eyes opened and closed slowly
 Staring back, I swallowed, never looking away 
I crawled half way under the couch and prayed “Please… please… don’t leave us…”
 I sobbed looking into his eyes
 He was so sad seeing me cry, yet calm 
And it seemed like he was meaning to say… “It’s okay, Laura… it’s okay…” 
I got up quickly as if the world was ending and got the music box,
 Came back down and played it for him I hummed feebly, hot tears coming down 
His head lowered resting tiredly on the carpet
 His paw reaching for me
 He fell asleep soundly as he laid his paw in my hand 
Soft, tranquil and cold 
Gently I closed my hand around him 

When I rushed home from school the next day 
That is when my mom stopped me to say he was gone
 He had taken refuge under the house
 Alone, he had found peace,
 In one of his favorite spots in the summer… 
Pentecost was gone… 
And the entire family grieved his absence
 Even my dad when he heard said softly, “Poor little guy”… 

When I turn on my music box I remember the happy year with Pentecost,
 I will never forget the smiles and laughs 
Damasked in his charms, his light remains
 So young he died, but forever he will stay
 As the music faithfully chimes “It’s okay Laura…it’s okay…”

 ~Dedicated to Pentecost, a faithful and furtive feline with a heart of gold~

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |


24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.

663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..

Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..

On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..

But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..

The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"

The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Ode To Thee

I cannot say forget me
For that will never fly
like birds without wings
Take my soul from your eyes

I cannot say forgive me
For I am not sure of my sin
I take your fair heart with a fare start and balance it on the wind.

the breath that is left 
inside my heaving chest
 is meant for the exultation of you.

And all that i am in spirit, on land 
is spent in the loving of you.
For love as it is, as rare and as cleansed 
is not a forlorn sensation.

 I cannot say this is the only way,
 but the direction I've paved is without the pace I know.
And the love that exists refuses to relent, like the falling snow.

Copyright © Tanika Cooks | Year Posted 2013

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                          The waters rise as the tears we cry,
                         our hopes and dreams all float away,
                      as we bow are heads for mercy we pray..

                      Courage is asked of the smallest a child,
                  No reprieve is given as natures fury runs wild..

           It's been two days of waiting on my roof as I feel it sway.
            I think my lack of water helps me dream the time away..
        Who would be there to weep for me who would be left to cry.
   If the water rises three more feet , who would hear my last goodbye ..

                  Too little too late the help just isn't there.
         My question to our leaders , for us poor do they not care..
               But the American public wouldn't stand for it ,
                       to see their own in such a way.. 
                  The ones who could took in strangers ,
                     the strong in faith began to pray..
       They say tragedy brings out the best and worst in man,
                     and I've seen my share of both..
                But the one thing I'll always remember,
                  and the one we can all surely boast .
        Is the way the American people came to our aid,
                    when we needed you the most..

                            I was poor before ,
                          I have nothing now,
                    like a clock ticks life goes on..
                    Someday I will return to you.
                            The Big Easy
                             so far gone..

Copyright © Glen Schwartz | Year Posted 2017

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The New Jeanne d'Ark

France is torn by rigged election, fear and despair,
Corrupt politicians quarrel over posts in the dark.
When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air
Of selfish minds and wills that do not dare,
Your brightly shining star arose, Marine Le Pen!

You raised the proud flag with lilies white,
The other sun-burned hand bore the lance,
You inspired the will that helps men to unite,
You brought the courage equal to the fight,
You gave heart to a badly divided France!

You will be crowned, your country will be free,
One day soon you will have your soul's desire!
But right now, greedy French politicians and
Their Anglo-Saxon bankers gave your victory
The martyr's crown of fire, Marine Le Pen!

And now again the times are scary and ill,
And money-grubbing leaders miss the mark;
The people lack the single faith and will
To make them one—France needs you still:
Come back once again, Marine Le Pen!

O woman-star, in your armor arise once more
And shine to lead your country's advance:
The old heroic pride in Gaul restore,
Renew the brave, unselfish hopes of yore,
And give heart to France, Marine Le Pen!

Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2017

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Moderation In All Things, Ode to Daniel

Willful is shown as your gesture
An indicator of strength 
Though part of it is recoil
From the life that went before

Be calm in your journey 
The destination does not count 
People and moments matter 
Enjoy every moment spent 

Know when to use your anger 
Applied right you will be strong
Never, let time in memory 
Remove that smile from your face

Allow time for quiet
To do absolute nothing 
Hear the calm in silence 
Life will be so more full 

Love is the key to everything 
Not a second to be wasted
Remember, as I ever told you
Moderation in all things

Copyright © R. Pinchen | Year Posted 2015

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My Ode To The Dearest Angel

We glorify people who are saints,
heroes, geniuses or common folks
who simply show us their human side
by being meek, never showing any pride.

There was such a wonderful, devoted person I greatly admired
who helped me build a strong but humble character,
and preaching about God, I learned the first prayer;
she empowered me with a will to overcome things vainly desired.

It's my ode to the dearest angel who showed me the easiest way
to Heaven: climbing those golden steps to discover divine light;
blessed be your maternal womb that gave me such a long life, 
and the inner courage to challenge harsh fate without mire!
I sailed on ships on windy oceans, but safely returned to my bay;
I walked on dangerous paths always being aware of a hidden blight. 

It would have been my greatest joy to have seen you and dad
walking together, but he only sought carnal pleasures and went bad:
to lose a soul to temptation is easy, to save it is nearly impossible.
He made vows and kept none and hurting you, he hurt me as well,
and instead of hating him, we ran to church at the stroke of that bell;
he wondered what was the secret that kept us close and indivisible!

It's my ode to the dearest angel who praises God above earth and clouds,
If I can't weep, it's because these tears have run dry; this gladness overflows
knowing that loneliness is not defined by the lack of closeness and hugs:
it's the loving thought of preserving the memory of a mom I honor with words.  

Written on 3/31/2017   


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017