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Ode April Poems | Ode Poems About April

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Ode to the Cherry Blossom Tree

Pops of pink, sprays of white,
your canopy of petals shimmering with delight.
Blossoms that glow at night and fall all day,
catching the light in the most visceral way.
Sprays of new life and branches anew,
fragrant with joy and possibilities in the morning dew.
Every Spring we await your bloom,
Cherry Blossom Tree you are Spring's magical costume.

Copyright © B Marie Furcron | Year Posted 2015

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An ode to the Unsung Angels

Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries.  I dedicate this  to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures  and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary.

You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start, to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart. No words or action suffice to thank you enough, You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough. Your tips, guidance opinion and advice, are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price. You can never be thanked enough, You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough. To work without you is sure as hell, In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell. To work with you is a real pleasure, Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure. You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us, You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny’s bus. In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines, You execute work with precision by all means. In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see, And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree. Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare, Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care. We really appreciate your kind and generous ways, The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays. You are always there to be a part of a team, And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone’s “dream”. You come to my mind when I think of sharing, You come to my mind when I think of appreciating You come to my mind when I think of giving You come to my mind when I think of forgiving On this occasion would like to thank you once more, For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore. Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light, And it’s because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..

Copyright © sashi prabhu | Year Posted 2012

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Early Showing

(Ode to the Crocus)

Before the bud appears 
          	to trumpet winter's end,
before the robin comes 
         	 	to bob-head for his worm,
before my heart rebounds 
         		 from razor's keening edge;

I walk the hidden path 
          	of garden's withered past,
in search of one who dares 
		ignore the blizzard's blast
and peek her cheeky nose 
		up through a snowy nest,

to wink her shining eye,
		at me, as I pass by.
Her flame, within itself, 
		ignites a tiny spark
of joy inside my heart, 
		on which I now embark.

Published LifeWay Press Magazine,
    Mature Living, March, 2010

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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April Evening

Wondrous day don't slip away
Till the blackbird ends her song
Do not slip away just yet
For tomorrow you'll be gone.

Hazy day don't slip away
Until all the lambs are found
The wee ones might be bleating
Way back on hilly ground.

Magic day don't slip away
Till the ship comes home to dock
For those who wait, the hours are long
Life circles round that clock.

Lazy day don't slip away
With the rush of the ebbing tide
Let evening cast her shadows
And her stillness still abide.

Holy day don't slip away
Till vespers have been sung
And all the monks have chanted
And all the chimes are rung.

Holiday don't slip away
Till the baby's cradle stills
Till all the wrongs in life are right
And we forgive each others' ills.

April day don't slip away
While the heavy hearted weep
Let night wrap round their sorry hearts
And place them in safe keep.

Phantom day your evening sky
Awesome, burnt orange, still
Paves way for night to lead the stars
And steals away at will.

Copyright © Deirdre Omaidin | Year Posted 2009

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And then came April and I saw
Darkened clouds and sunny days, 
Fruit rich trees and greening fields
Cattle trodding dusty ways; 

And then upon an April morn
Heard a cuckoo in the glade, 
A restive wind on waters' edge
Blooms waltzing in dappled shade; 

And then came in an April Noon
Yellow sun and humid air, 
My brow laden with sweat and grime
Long days steeped in work and care.

And then the April dusk relayed
Venus of a longing plea, 
To balm my wearied lovelorn soul
And bless it with blithesome glee.

And then that April nocturne sweet
Of harvest moon staring pale, 
A moping owl begging the night
For lullabies to regale.

And then I knew it will depart
With spring inside its bower, 
It bid me a sweet farewell with 
A spry and blushful shower.

Copyright © Amar Agarwala | Year Posted 2017