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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)

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

I am Me, Set me Free

I am given to you by Creator Himself My Limbs long to grow straight and tall Bathed in sunlight from above, paying homage Fulfilling my God given task From the dawn of creation, in the Holy Books I’m told A gift was given to all nations to hold The Tree of Life to feed and cure and clothe. I am Me – Set me free To live in a world- your world, to be appreciated I am needed by you and the multitudes Use me, Recycle me again and again Plant me in your soil, I will take root I live to Heal you, to Cleanse you To Rebuild you to Purify you I am Me – Set me free Do not believe the lies in your ears they whisper Free me from my confined goal, Where troops have placed me Sullied my name, Denied the Existence of my core I am Me – Set me free Yet I am you, and you are me Vital it is for us living beings Your DNA and my RNA- we talk -we communicate I am not only here to just take away your pain But here to let you - Live Your Life Again I am Me – Set me free Do not be stripped of your human privileges The Greedy will always deny Man his God given rights In the name of Democracy, Controversy, Hate, Idiocrasy, They are chained in their Bureaucracies and Hypocrisies And do not see the woods for the trees I implore you do not be Of a ‘Sheeple’ people mentality I am Me – Set me free In a world encased with chemicals, plastics, synthetics Created in the name of greed, A world that is stifling, suffocating, stagnating Poisoning you and your children Let your Farmers Plant me, grow me as in days of old, I am no weed I have been here since time has begun My leafy fingers and my palm point up to the sun Absorbing and turning it’s energy into a life giving elixir I purify the very air that you breathe I am sustainability, I am Life I am Me – Set me free I can offer you the finest spun threads of my being Does not the Japanese Emperor look good in his ceremonial clothes? And did not ‘Mona Lisa’ smile - as she was stretched on my canvas? Glowing from the oils of my seeds are Van Gogh’s ‘Stars’ And my finest for Raising Lazarus by Rembrandt My spun cloth has stood the test of time Carrying your very first Stars and Stripes still in existence And did they not all feel proud when the Declaration was signed But like Judas they turned their backs without our acquiesce I am Me – Set me free Haven’t my ropes tethered and towed ships from Days of yore Until synthetics came along and put a stop to it all My woven fibre sacks once carried your food? But now with synthetics, I lie totally unused I am self sufficient I am your nutrition I am Me – Set me free Use my Oil and Mill my Seed My healing powers are all you need Leave the chemicals for the powers that be My gifts are bountiful - I give with grace Strength is in numbers - I rest my case The way for us to become stronger United we stand - we will conquer I am the Tree of life I AM ME – I AM THE HEMP TREE A Gift from Nature - Healer of Humanity
Footnote: A poet from Poetry Soup read my poem and the Footnote of ‘Christmas in July’ and was curious about the cure for Dementia with a certain Oil which would have prolonged my Mother-in-laws quality of life and indeed her life. She emailed me to write a poem and spread the word about this species. Thank you sincerely. Our family company in Australia and have been pioneers of not only Organic Skin Products but of Hemp products. We encountered resistance but were successful in countering it and were able to bring it to the people. Including a special oil. We have witnessed miraculous results with the marvelous, fine food tasting oil and products of this plant ranging from Epilepsy, MS, Parkinson’s, Dementia, Nerve related conditions, inflammation, auto immune and the list goes on. It has even been shown to make cancer cells literally commit suicide. You can freely view research results on the internet. Hemp is not weed but a species which does not contain the all feared THC. It is a total nutrition in itself and is delicious food product that can be used for culinary delights as well as smoothies. A specific Oil that is extracted and has very special properties.

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

Ode to the farmer (#2)

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

Copyright © Jacob WÖLF | Year Posted 2008

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...


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

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012

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.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012

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

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011

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

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

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


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


Copyright © George Tokarev | Year Posted 2005

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 


Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

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

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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.

Copyright © Gwen Walsh | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

Great Light From a Small Touch

A tiny little surgery garden so charming and attractive with its shrubs rooted by garments, gold, timber and fish. Lush tropical Islands, stretched by lengthy, sweeping fluffy white sand beaches, with densely but well spread pillars of palms’ radiance and fronted by crystal clear acquamarine waters; wet beauty in beach seduction, mobile cocktails, balmy evenings, vibrant coral reefs and an irresistible breath of calm at a gradual gorgeous sunset. One out of every three of its over three hundred boundaries making up its map is embraced by Life and blessed with living activities. It’s the sole owner of the red and white so familiar to the hibiscus and an annex to the dwelling of Indians. Ruled by simplicity and affordability in lifestyle, yet twas amazingly once a jungle of warfare and cannibalism, all thanks to the re-modeling from Christianity to bring out this light once hidden in the stinking jacket of barbarism.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


...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, 

the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that

of the everlasting.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

An Ode to Insulin

Last night was tremendous,
I made love with the super penis
Parted the defense of thick blood,
seized the bruised belly
You are my guardian angel.
You melt the frozen heart.
For the odor of your sperm,
releases me from the smell of the abyss.

Copyright © winda sari | Year Posted 2016

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)

“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…

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011

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

Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2011

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.

Copyright © Natalie Vee | Year Posted 2010

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

Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2011

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?

Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Ode to a San Francisco Head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sa Sa Wop! 

Copyright © Justin Presson | Year Posted 2007

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!

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |


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

Copyright © KATHY MORELLI | Year Posted 2006

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!

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2009

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!

Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega | Year Posted 2007

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.

Copyright © Tina Finley | Year Posted 2006

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.

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |


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. 

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2009

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...

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."

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

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.

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2008