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Pleasures of Moving on Moon

Pleasures of Moving on Moon

You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.

Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, 
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.

For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.

While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.

Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, 
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.

Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010

•	Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet 
•	Purnamasi.      The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
•	Taj.                  Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

the chair where you were sitting

my angel you are with me
in a way i never knew
just sitting here thinking
and spending time with you

we recall the good times
and lessons that we learned
sneered at the bad times
and hours that they burned

both learning truths
as God helped us to see
a little something about you 
a little something about me

we were brought together
it was our destiny
and just like all beautiful stories
ending in tragedy

but only just today
have i found you in my mind
and now something tells me
that you were there all the time

my spirit has accepted 
that your body has gone
but everything you did
in my mind lives on

you made me someone
much more than i am
giving me presents and presence
being my biggest fan

i could never win anything
more valued than you
my gift from God
i was given to you too

the chair where you were sitting
beside me so so well
for a while it held an emptiness
a little piece of hell

but i have learned for the good
perhaps in the nick of time
that i can fold your little chair
and put it in my mind

and place it with my treasures
things i've had since i was a boy
with my most treasured memories
horses and toys

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2011

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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…

Copyright © Lilt Of Orpheus | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ode |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

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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

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Untitled #206 / Icee

Mmm, Icee
it’s so
so icy

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

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Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Mysterious Nephilim

It is written, in ancient scrolls
of mankind's beginnings
so very long ago
and the strange beginnings 
that surround these times.
Times where the sons of God
entered into the daughters
of men, surmised to be 
fallen angels from heaven.

This union brought forth
Nephilim, great giants
the mighty men of old
warriors, fierce fighters, all.
Men of bloodshed and war.
These powerful super humans
like mythical Greek gods were
savage, instinctual, incredible
a glorious race were they.

Yet God chose not to use
their god-like powers
but instead, a mere mortal
a humble man named Noah.
Yes, it was he who would 
fulfill God's great plan.

For wicked man had
corrupted the land
the Nephilim included.
Over the course of
one hundred years 
the ark was built with
Noah's hard work and sweat.
He preached and tried to warn
the people to turn back
to God, to repent!

Except for eight righteous
people and some animals
all perished, for the
Great Flood wiped out
the earth of all the living. 

From that time on
the ancient legacy of
the Nephilim, those
mighty men of old
is shrouded in mystery
cloaked in a hidden
portal of man's history. 

Written on 9/25/2015

Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015

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From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.

Copyright © Torian Lockett | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

An ode to Xiao Ling's question

An ode to Xiao Lings question .

The day begins in mystery.
It is the moments we live.
From the heart, need to give.
At days end, becomes history.

At sun rise, it begins again.
For so many, life is routine.
A never ending chorus, unseen.
At sun set, life’s only refrain.

B. J. “A ” 2

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Untitled #237 / Or

Or is he heartless?

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Mysteries of Human Hairs

Mysteries of Human Hairs Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble, When nicely looked after and softly taken care of. Your beauty and elegance has often inspired, Your softness and shines have captivated many To put their hearts on fire, Your aroma can evoke to extremes, Passion and lust like streams. The lustrous beauty of these hairs, Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions, To win only a Helen of Troy and Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey, Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors. Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs, Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages, Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs. Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters, Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world, While many have altered their existence, completely, To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls, Even the dullness of your hairs too, Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers. Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs, When you hang, you look like dark clouds, Playing on the forehead of a woman, By watching such clouds many get lost, In the colors of your showering rains. Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations, Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever, While many have found the goal of their life, In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors, What a strange it is, that still many Would like and love to get sacrificed, In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever. It is also a hard truth of the world and Of our human life and air that, Even some saints too have fallen prey, Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors. Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms, In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines, To get hold of you, O’ lovely hairs. Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and Even most powerful men of this earth, Have lost the edge of their swards, Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing, Beauty of a women’s hair and its penetrating charms. What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure, Making many men and even women, Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O’ Hairs. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010 Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

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Victim of Susceptible Disgrace

The night was odd, dark, and nowhere to seen
People shuttered in the most crucial way
I beg some help, I'm so frightened
The tone of his voice 
The dagger he tightly hold
The mark he burnt in my legs, I crawled
He crashed me like I was stoned
My eyes closed, terribly knocking for justice
Blood runs to my veins, blood runs for crime
Tormented, wanting truth
Chanting a lightless tone 
The anatomy of hide and seek 
For I tortured and slowly meek 
Years of slavery, bitter case
He held me like I'm a victim of susceptible disgrace

Copyright © Amor Otong | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


 We are the unbegotten 
 We are the unassigned
 Redeemed from oblivion 
 Kept out of mind 

 We are the great rotation 
 Unfolding the sublime 
 An echo of obliteration
 Returning with the tides 

 Unmarked by boundaries 
 Before the birth of lines
 Inhabiting voided forms 
 Unrevealed by signs 

 Dissolving like a vision 
 Or a phantom of the blind
 We are the soon forgotten 
 In the reckonings of time

 Written by © Raven Drake

Copyright © Raven Drake | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Untitled #43 / Centripetal force

Centripetal force of a
whirling waterbottle, captured in it
the tornado of our youth
and reflecting a goofy smile.
Dare you say centrifugal?
Dare you graze the edge of a sharpened sword?

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Untitled #27 / Golden lion tickly softhair

Golden lion tickly softhair
Oh! To have a mane like that
I’ll throw away my razor

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

Mystery Box

In my basement I have a tiny box 
All of its contents are guarded with several little locks 
The keys are trapped inside this wooden space 
For all of what is within will be left without a trace 
Is it a mystery of pastimes I have left behind 
Or a place full of emptiness just to tease the blind 

I have a hidden secret which dwell inside 
A withered heap of memories I have chosen to leave aside 
Who will discover it; who will unlock my past 
If you don't hurry up things will disappear increasingly fast 
The secret belongs to me for I know the visions to see 
Should I tempt my mind or just leave it be 

Aren't you curious just to see what lies within 
Is this a box of treasury or just a box of sin 
Take a little time to gander at its contemptible being 
A box that may or may not have any significant meaning 
A container of woe which has scarred me for life 
This is just a box that can be opened in rife 

A drift away for my meaningless days 
A memory locked inside; a secret which just decays 
Once again the keys are trapped; you must break the box 
Try to break in like a cheeky, coy fox 
Once you have gained access be careful of what you find 
Once you know the secret it may just blow your mind 

Copyright © Matthew Corbin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ode |

All That Is

All that there is and all that will be,
Will always be no matter what ceases to be,
Day and night its all I see,
The owl, staring...
I stare back it stares at me,
Its all that there is, all that will be.

Nearer I draw,
Closer to my God than thee,
But weary the journey is,
Especially when the owl stares at me.

I've learnt to live,
A life with the staring, the haunting, the darkness within,
The pain, the rush, the adrenaline,
The fear, root beer, lonely as it seems,
And it keeps staring,
Staring at me.

I don't know what it wants,
Never known what it needs,
But once it said to me,
In the calmest darkest part of my sleep,
" Life and love are temporary,
Hope and darkness eternal"
And while I didn't know what it meant,
The feeling peered from the forest, the yonder, the unseen,
And I knew that all there is,
Will always be no matter what ceases to be.

Isn't that what life is?
A fantasy based on dreams,
Men laugh at dreams and those who dream succeed?
Those who succeed make others live in a dream and dreamy it all is,
Then one by one we all fall down in fear and defeat,
Not knowing where we are going and the universe that all is?
Till all passes and all that there is remains to be as we cease to be?
Isn't that why this owl keeps staring at me?
Isn't that all that will be?

Am still staring at this owl, 
Not knowing what it is or the colour that it chose to be,
But knowing that it's an owl no matter what it is,
And it's all that will be no matter what ceases to be,
Do you know what I mean?

Copyright © Titus Daudi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable

Copyright © Ana Ramirez | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

I want to kill her-please try to stop me

I know she doesn't like me at all
I can see it
I can feel it

I know she wants me to fall
To fail in life
To have all the strife

She's been telling wicked things about me
She treats me like something she can't see
She is but a witch
born to give dark colors to the fairytale of my life

She doesn't talk to me
And if she would, it would be in most brutal way
I don't want to look like an enemy
But she's been making me hate her more

I tried my best to make friends with her,
But she closes her door..
I tried to reach and understand
But she wont give me a single chance

Can you please give me an advice on what to do?
I don't want to sin against Heaven, but she's turning me into a devil one.
My anger wont subside, it lasts forever.

And if she remains her stupid attitude
I could get a dagger and stab her up..To kill her is easy
But i won't do that
I may be in the state of hatred but i still have a conscience.

Please reply to this ode for this is a real life situation.
There really is someone i hate so much and her name is Fia

I need your advice. Thanx

Copyright © Michelle Joy Itable | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.

Copyright © Mathew McKelvey | Year Posted 2010

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Truth Be Told (Ode to Mary Magdalene)

Your halls glistened in virgin white
Marbled with illusions, chide lies
Feasting fantasies, frosting twilight
Your sharp vigil held in disguise

Marked distain slur bitter tongues
Left the weak sadly convinced.
Stifled the truth from filling the lungs 
Sound words left blurry and minced.

If thou encumbered by weighty approach,
Could Almighty not see peril, danger?
Blinded by love while evil encroached
Ah! Allied beginnings in manger!

Shall these obscure impulses deem fair
Whilst teachings of your past deed
Seek immoral, unethical, answers to prayer,
In the name of prosperous greed?

Copyright © Marco Borda | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ode |

Untitled #92 / Ann Wilson #1

Ann Wilson, Ann Wilson
the way you sing vowels is
so hypnotizing.

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |


Camouflaged in nakedness 
he ate of nature's finest fruit
without dropping a sweat to 

without a bleeding wound
the beasts of land and the life 
that wings 
he subdued 

Being the first begotten
the wonder incomprehensible
of a stature of absoluteness 

Love and worship came
with no tears of pain and 
like the infinite, he consent 
with all

The moon never brought him 
under darkness, was no evil to 
haunt him
from within his spirit was the 
illumine of the sun

With nature watered by dew
he never saw the skies 
overcast and
rivers smoothly find their way 
to the silent oceans

But being of earth, the heart 
weak in passion
his flesh beguiled him from 
and his soul fell to the foot of 
the tree
where drying leaves fell and 
cover his nudity off his seeing 
and knowing the coming wrath, 
with death he coheres  

Copyright © Joshua munyaradzi mimana | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |

Ode to Luck

As people go about their lives,
Worrying here, fretting there,
You deserve to live your one life well
Having plenty of fun and nary a care.
Gambling is dangerous or so they say,
It's evil, they say as they fret about you.
But life is short, and should be fun,
And gambling can be relaxing too.

Of course there's a chance that things go wrong,
When you just can't quit and the dice don't fall.
It's half of the battle, to walk away
But if you can, your gambling will stand tall.
At Slotozilla, we believe that living large,
Does not mean that you risk it all.
But if you choose to use moderation,
Your life will be as fun as a disco ball.

So from all of us here at Slotozilla,
Go out, try your luck, and just maybe
You'll find your fortune, but even if not,
Your life could be relaxed, it could be.
But remember life has other things,
Priorities that you must place great care.
But if you are willing to do that task,
Don't be afraid, gambling isn't a dare.
Go on, give it a shot.


Copyright © Richard Slot | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


If dedication ever was
A flood goes out your way
If time could stop just because
I'd wish the while to stay

More grand than any setting sun
Surpassing any sight
More dear to me than anyone
A circle of delight

Of mothers and of sisters
Of daughters and of theirs
Of cousins, aunts and nieces
The mother of my heirs

And those of you who volunteered
By marriage or divorce
A special dedication
Goes out to you, of course

Legitimate or otherwise
Once or twice removed
Abandoned or misguided
Or otherwise behooved

If someone else decided
To turn you into kin
You might as well face it
You're in the game to win

http://mike-martin.net/The Girls


Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Ode to the TIME: Some lines written on mystery of TIME

Hey TIME!! What art thou?
You insisible creature,
Are you transparent in nature?

Tick, tick, tick.........
This sound always I hear,
Is this you that is in my ear?

Every one say passenger
Me seem you still
But it is we that is in thrill

Are you friend or foe?
All my beauty and innocence you doth grab
It creates between both of a us a great gap

O Mystery!!
You are nothing but illusion of my mind
Or you are relative of those moving stars together bind

Have you got eternity???
No, never, think not, no prophet was given
It is a privilge that I'll get in heaven.

O spinning wheel!!
Why cunningly thou movest very fast?
Ever reverse thy motion and let me see my faded past.

An unfathomable sea!
Where all my peers and kins sink
What remains is love and memories I think

O poor snatcher!
Thou mayst snatch all my friends from me
But not their love, you are fibble before it, I remind thee

What makest thou unconquerable?
You keep the horses of your cart on spur
Is this thing that makest thou lead the other?

One of little gods!
You make of me a Hamlet, such a fate thou weavest
Sometimes I cry, sometimes with sighs of relief I heavest

O minister of metamorphosis,
As you walked past the green turned yellow
I wish a realm where you would not be my fellow

O phantom of enigma,
Fie oN thee..... away, away - when ideas pelteth
Thou art the riddle that maketh my mind start melteth

Copyright © salman iqbal | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

ode underwater

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C 
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© Goode Guy 2011-06-10

Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

Life at a Glance

There are so many ways to say I Love You, however it seems more likely for 
people to say the hurtful words I Hate You. For so many things to be thankful, still there’s so many times we may appear ungrateful
Appreciate what’s been given, evolve in a life worth living 
Overcome struggles be focused continue to stay driven
Do not settle for good enough. Be determined and go through the times of both 
the good and the rough
There’s no reason to be surprised know one ever said that Life wasn’t  tough
Anyone can achieve their dreams at the highest measure. 
It’s just a matter of how hard you work at it even if your starting at the bottom from there things can only get better
Weather the storms throw your burdens upon God he will never steer you wrong. 
He’ll never give you more than you can handle. If it seems overwhelming at times then God must know that your strong. Life decisions are split into two parts there should be no gray areas. It’s either this is right or this is wrong
Remember your not benefiting anyone by hiding you emotions in the dark. You’ll 
be hurting yourself eventually it will weigh heavy on your heart. In the long run it will end up tearing you apart
To be in love can make a world of difference it will change your daily routines
Everyday that passes by you won’t have the mind frame of It’s all about Me 
Relationships built around trust are strong. Relationships built around deception 
hardly ever last long. Commitment is the key not only with your love but in friendships as well as with your family
People will come in your life people will go Where you will be in 10 years 
knowone really knows. Life’s about the unexpected the passer-by’s the up’s and downs the good the bad the times we laugh along with the times we cry. The questions the answers the times we ask why? The yes’s the no’s the rejections the goals. The beauty the disappointments the high’s and the lows 
The losses the gains the continuous cycle of change
Life is what you make it out to be Do for others as you would want done for yourself 
Don’t involve  yourself in life’s mysteries Each person decides their own destiny 
and have written their own history
Cause and effect is the name of the game. You get what you’ve given therefore 
you only have yourself to blame
Your life’s a novel made of many characters plots climaxes and themes Don’t 
miss opportunities don’t ever give up on your dreams Continue to live life and be 
happy because life isn’t as bad as it sometimes may seem

Copyright © Tiana Tillman | Year Posted 2005

Details | Ode |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…

Copyright © Lilt Of Orpheus | Year Posted 2009