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Details | Ode |

Enough Already, Ode to a Turkey

Oh how I love thee with your white and dark meat
Thou art the very best
But because of you, I can’t see my feet
My navel is two feet from my chest
To diet and lose so I don’t wobble no more
I would be very willing
It would be impossible now, because somehow
I finished four bowls of filling
My wife pointed at me and said look at him
He sits at the table, like a dog he begs
I stare at you and your magnificent breast
Can hardly wait to get my hands on your legs
Enough already, I’m on my knees
Give me some stuffing and some black eyed peas
Sweet potatoes, corn and a salad I’ll toss
And bury your butt with cranberry sauce
Oh turkey, my turkey, you’re the one who rocks
Now I’ve gotten so fat, I can’t put on my socks
My love for you was fleeting
And we are finished I fear
But I’ll fall in love with another turkey
Same time next year.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |

Ode To The Toilet Plunger

With your red rubber cup that makes suction. 
You have come in handy many a day, 
when there has been a flushing obstruction. 
I think you deserve hazard pay. 

You've saved toys, an unfortunate cell phone or two. 
Then there is always the times your needed, 
when we are visited by You-know-Who (pweh). 
So your heroics bears being repeated. 

Your sacrifice it knows no bounds, 
entering murky waters, stopping floods. 
Or pulling to surface the items you found. 
Now aren't you glad you don't have taste buds? 

Some seem to see you as just an extractor. 
Yet in movies, your comic timing is beyond belief, 
when your stuck on the face of a leading actor. 
That you didn't quit your day job is a great relief. 

Though everyone knows you on sight so well, 
To be an unsung hero, seems to be your lot in life. 
Taken out and plunged into porcelain hell, 
Where only you would dare to dive. 

So Plunger, Oh Toilet Plunger, 
as we kneel here before the throne. 
Let us sing out your praises, 
well, maybe after we can stop these groans. 

Entered in the contest: 2nd chance
Placement: 10th

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

Ode to Trevor

We'd really like to thank you
i'm sure you left it here with love,
it really was so kind of you
but we didn't want your bug.

We thought you'd like to know
we really felt the pits
we thought of you quite often
when we had the squits.

Next time you come to visit
please leave your bugs at home,
'cause, when you bring them with you
they sure do like to roam.

So next time that we see you
I hope you come alone,
you can bring Rosie and Katie
but leave your bugs at home.

Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007

Details | Prose Poetry |

Camp Anawana (An Ode to 20-somethings' Nostalgia)

Sometimes I can't believe it
It all happened so fast
Real life is truly here
Just who is that looking at me in the mirror?
How come these bills are addressed to my name?
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And I'm all grown up

Sometimes I miss the days
When your crush had cooties, not STDs
And afternoons were spent climbing trees
And it's hard to grasp our age
Who's that man calling you "his wife"?
How come that little girl just called you Dad?
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And we're all grown up

Sometimes the kids today
Make me feel so old when they say
They've never heard of Kurt Cobain
But I know that we're better
Cause we could fix our Nintendo in just one blow
And we all figured this out sans Twitter
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And I'm all grown up

I remember the stupid things
Pogs and Goosebump books
Playlists were mixtapes on cassettes
And Friday nights meant TGIF on ABC
Nickelodeon was our only obsession
Friend requests were made in person
And they still showed music videos on MTV
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And it's a different world - Nothing's the same
Cause we're all grown up

Copyright © Shannon O'Brien | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |

Ode To The Toilet Plunger

With your red rubber cup that makes suction. 
You have come in handy many a day, 
when there has been a flushing obstruction. 
I think you deserve hazard pay. 

You've saved toys, an unfortunate cell phone or two. 
Then there is always the times your needed, 
when we are visited by You-know-Who (pweh). 
So your heroics bears being repeated. 

Your sacrifice it knows no bounds, 
entering murky waters, stopping floods. 
Or pulling to surface the items you found. 
Now aren't you glad you don't have taste buds? 

Some seem to see you as just an extractor. 
Yet in movies, your comic timing is beyond belief, 
when your stuck on the face of a leading actor. 
That you didn't quit your day job is a great relief. 

Though everyone knows you on sight so well, 
To be an unsung hero, seems to be your lot in life. 
Taken out and plunged into porcelain hell, 
Where only you would dare to dive. 

So Plunger, Oh Toilet Plunger, 
as we kneel here before the throne. 
Let us sing out your praises, 
well, maybe after we can stop these groans. 

For the contest;  Make Me laugh..Make me Giggle

Sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo dream Weaver 
Placement: 1st

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Ode to a Toad in the Commode

One morning Dee woke to find the most unusual toad
Perched o’er the water line in the “bowels” of her commode
She put on gloves and sought to catch the elusive creature
But no matter how hard Dee tried, she just couldn’t reach her

So to the local newspaper, Dee wrote for assistance
A letter to the editor described Dee’s persistence
To her shock, the letter appeared the very next day
With her email below it for helpful hints to convey

Nearly seventy emails made their way to Dee’s inbox
Suggestions aplenty on how this critter to outfox
Some offered to come to Dee’s house and catch the motley toad
A biologist warned, “It can’t swim; don’t flush the commode!”

Dee lived very privately and wanted no strange house guests
So she declined “in-person” offers to pursue this quest
By day the toad managed to slip out of Dee’s gentle grasp
At night Dee reached for a toothbrush, felt a slithery clasp

The toad she called Todd was quickly escorted out the door
Although the potential for warts, Dee certainly abhorred
Newspaper staff got a kick out of Dee’s predicament
They called the next day to find out how her efforts had went

To all of the kind emailers Dee wrote of her success
But the public’s interest Dee was unable to suppress
So she wrote another letter, proclaiming, “The toad’s gone”
Concern for this toad was a noteworthy phenomenon

Beneath Dee’s letter describing Todd’s new outdoor abode
Was a cartoon and an ode to the toad in her commode

*Believe it or not, this is true!!!  Happened to me when I lived in a wooded area.
A helpful biologist said it was a "tree toad" and couldn't swim.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dodoitsu |

Ode to Trees

High as a Georgia pine they say
I think that I shall never see
From little acorns a mighty oak grows
So goes my tree knowledge

Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Ode to a Blockhead

Just scrap metal in your bellow?
Is your pedal, mellowed old?

Poor old friend, you've lost your wheels
You dream in color, of rubber burning,...
where coughed exhaust, was left behind.

Now we're lost, two junk yard pals
Relics, that have rusted time.
Just a pile of dented fenders,
suspended… here, in desert sand.

Jammed and stacked, we'll make a pact
perhaps the two of us can make a dime.
A part of you, a part of me.....perhaps they'll make some artsy thing

Snap, crackle, hot and Popular Mechanic, 
They should come and fix us up 
Woe is you!   You junk yard dog,
something smolders in your trunk!
Smells of socks, perhaps a skunk?

Once so dandy, someone's bug
Not so handy, you can't move.
How many horses, under that hood...? 
I would push you if I could !
Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours
I'd paint you blue, and paint you bright,
If I could, to set you right
New transmission, lubed and oiled
Anti freeze to make you sneeze

Honest Engine, we'll get our kicks,
I'll fix you up, and grab the stick

Headin' down Route 66........

Get off me blockhead......we are fixed !

12/10/14  For The "East Jesus" contest: Image number 5
Sponsored by Roy Jergen

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Ode to the Computer Keyboard

Ode to the Computer Keyboard

By Elton Camp

It was on a manual typewriter that I learned to key
The keyboard’s function was obvious as could be

A computer keyboard, to me, isn’t the same way
For what some of the key do, I can’t possibly say

About half I comprehend of keys called F1 to F12
Into ESC, Scroll Lock, Pause, Break I don’t delve

Perhaps they do all kinds of absolutely great stuff
But for an old man like me, they are way too tough

ESC stands for “Escape” said the computer geek
If it escapes, then I guess he would have to seek

If I should see this useless key trying to get away
I’d just say, “It’s goodbye and good riddance today.”

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011

Details | Limerick |

Take a Risk - Ode to Bowling

Roll the ball with utmost care
By the gutters if you dare!
Don't go slidding down the lane
Don't want to think of how much pain!
Of a lousy score beware!

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Bio |

Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Don't Fool Around! (ode to golf)

Whack that ball; don't hit a tree
Be conked out in the head you see!
And don't hit into the rough
Oh my gosh; that sure is tough!
Or maybe in "the zone" you'll be!

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ode |

Ode 2 My Poetry

Why can’t I do it how I want to do it?
Been told my rhymes are simplistic at best
I may violate pentameter but I write what I like
Why must it pass some journal’s vapid test?

Behind a block of writer’s I’ve been hiding
Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus
Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore
Only to be chastened and abused

There’s elegance found in concise expression
Saying all the world in just a line
No matter that I know this I belabor all my thoughts
Create an elegy for elegance in time

Onomatopoeia is my best friend
And alliteration waltzes through my dreams
Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head
Demanding that they be released in streams

And after I have done what I have done here
Exposed my heart by opening my head
I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words
And get rejection letters in their stead

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
I promise it won’t be a trite conceit
You say my writing’s convoluted, so, I strive to simplify it
Then you call my writing sophomoric and cheap

Yet still my writing exists, remonstrating
That whether it be ballad or blank verse
It should be able to do just exactly what it feels like
And it finds you and your editing, perverse

It says it does not care if it is published
Doesn’t want you to consider it profound
For if you did then it might accidentally be common
And make cool people like me put it down

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
At the very least try to be noncommittal

Copyright © Mari Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Ode To My Fish 'Skinny-D'

I've only had you for about a year,
To me the time was of good cheer.

Copyright © Stephanie Weeks | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Ode to coffee

Ode to coffee

Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire

You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious {brew} (flavor)

And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter {sweat} (sweet?) ambrosia{l brew}

Every time I inhale your {witches brew} (witch's brew)
I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is al right Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes

I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms

In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post dinner desert drink

I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world

And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I've never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure

Even the dismal coffee 
Served at Denny's at 3 am
Is still sweat loving coffee

Even the farmer brother's diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight

Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence

Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left

Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends

And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup

A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell

Coffee is like a drug 
But a good drug that does what is should
And never complains 

It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you

It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out 
And play with it

Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristrocratic English tea 

Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running

Every great invention
Was fed by coffee's {sweat brew} (sweet alure)

All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee's magic

I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady

Long may she continue
To be my sweat companion

Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire

I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too

Copyright © jake aller | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Winter Begone: Ode to the squirrely

Winter Begone: Ode to the Squirrely

I found myself outside braveing Winter's bleak
Snow lay deep upon the ground--long past a week--
As more flakes christened life on this frozen creek
I saw him standing quite still, puzzled and meek

He wore a nice fur coat with snow on his crown
A powder of new flakes not yet on the ground
With a shake of his coat--one last look around
Up a tree he climbed and then looked back down

There high and aloft with no ifs ands or buts
I heard him quite clearly yell back, '"Winter Sucks!"'
But what he said next pulled my drolls from their ruts:
'"It's gonna take 'till July to thaw out my nuts!"'

©deborah burch

(Inspired from a meme on fb)

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

To Yoda an ode contest

The man looked at his twinkle
Shucks what's become of me
I used to rise and shine
Now all i do is pee

Yoda said, "Size doesn't matter
Saying take a look at me
I have  the force behind me"
But still  I am so twee

"Come close and feel the force
Around us, you and me".
"Everywhere the fire" Said I
Looking down hopefully

Guess it hasn't reached that far
Will stoke the burners well
"Do or do not, there is no try"
Are the words that Yoda tells

So next time when in the loo
Trying to raise a smile
Remembering what yoda has 
I outdo him by a mile.

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Opossum My Possum

A tribute to Walt Whitman

Opossum! My Possum! Your fateful journey has ended; your flesh torn and tattered; the curb was so close, the horn you did not hear, children screamed, my eyes keen to steer the minivan. Heart pounding, Opossum! My Possum! Heed my shrill pleas! Here Opossum! “dear father!” Your curly tailed offspring mourn while hanging from a nearby branch. Oh the drops of blood, slightly protruding tongue between pursed lips. I gaze upon your black pearl eyes as I drive by. “But I, with mournful tread,” drive off to the soccer game, as you lay squished and dead.

Copyright © JP Armstrong | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

A Chauvinistic Ode

A Chauvinistic Ode Written: by Tom Wright 1999 In days of old, When Knights were bold, And shuddered at the thought of laundry; You could look around, And nowhere was found, A Knight such as me in this quandary; But that olden day, When Knights had final say, Was before N.O.W. appeared on the scene; Now the Maids dictate, While Knight's vociferate, It's a rock and our armor we're between. Then, young maids would shriek, As they trouped to the creek, To beat clothes between two rocks; It now sounds real sad, But surely wasn't that bad, Because then Knight's didn't wear socks. However, in those Medieval days, On her Knight she'd heap praise, Her protectorate and true bread winner; But now from work she returns, And for yesteryear yearns, Greeted by, "Sugar Plum, What's for dinner"?

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Ode to a Green Hat

The green cuisine will make you lean.
Like Jeanne, Christine, or age eighteen.
Sardines, soybeans, along with greens
Will help you fit in smaller jeans.
The diet scene, you've seen umpteen!
You've worked out on the green machine.
Being lean they say is supreme.
Like if you are a strong marine.
Or when he rubs on your sunscreen.
But if you're fat and seem obscene,
Be sure to wear a hat that's green.
The color green is so serene.
And sparkles in the sunlight's sheen.
Eat: kale, spinach and collard greens
Or buy a great big hat thats green!

© March 1, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  The Colors Have It 
Sponsor	Russell Sivey

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Ode to Rubber Boots

“Ode to Rubber Boots”
By Rachel Heffington

In rubber boots you’re free to wade 
Through puddle and through creek;
In rubbers you’re invincible! 
(Excepting when they leak!)

Copyright © Rachel Heffington | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

An Ode To A Dead Apple

Ode To A Dead Apple
Oh poor Dan what can we say
He’s had such bad news delivered today
His Apple Mac that’s virus free
As expensive and speedy as can be.
To do your work is such a breeze 
Bug free it does not catch a sneeze
But what the Apple people did not do
Was protect it from the likes of you
Your Apple Mac that you so love
Is put to rest and looks down from above.
The death of your Mac is hard to take
Don’t do anything stupid for goodness sake
It was tired with all the work you do
And sleepy just like De and you
But listen to some advice that’s free
Never give it any more coffee or tea.
© 21/06/2102~GG~

To my poor Nephew that has spilled a mug of Coffee and Killed his Mac

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Love feast

Love feast             by Steven Hudson

I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Ode to a Skip

I love thee
I cherish thee
I feel you are forever meant for me

When you are sighted
I am filled with so much joy
I coo with ecstasy
And so want to caress thee

If ever I pass you by
I am with sorrow overcome
For I know I have lost
 An opportunity to rifle through thee

Rummaging through you
I find gifts that display your bounty
I am ever thankful you love me

Your deep bowels are no hindrance
For I delve in and I search
With such expectant glee
And I always find the gifts
You kept safe for me

You are my dearest love
My Skippy
My metal box that so enriches me

I coo with pleasure at
All you do to please me
I can never exist without you
I want you constantly
Skip you make me so enviably happy
No one can accept that
That I truly love thee

When I scavenge from you skippee
I think you for love indulging me
For you favour me so wantonly
One day I know you will make me wealthy 

Dear beloved Skippy
You and only you doth
I think believe in me
You give so freely and expect nothing from me
You are my one and only                

Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Ode to Kao Niew - Sticky Rice

I meet you in Laos
as a seed
just a simple
existence of hard rice
seeded inside Huay Xai’s dirt
until water plains
cradle and nourish your infant body
'till you sprout above water banks
where you tickle yourself
with sunshine
like a child who spends all
day with the wind
when you mature
people pull your roots
carry you in bulk back home
along with your friends
moisten your skin
steam under flames and
boiling water
only a bath where
dirt splashes off
while you try to hold
breaths underwater
your skin does not wrinkle
only softens
to stick with other rice
and sink in perfection
of the basket
where my mother’s hands
shake and shuffle you
into a ball
to roll on a plate
now fully grown ready to
liberate our hunger
with your body
that is how we meet

everyday even now
when I chew you in big bites
you never fail to fill
my head with steam
and make my tummy your
cozy home
sometimes I eat you too fast
you burn my tongue

and mom says
I am crazy for eating too fast
but it don’t matter
when I can cool
squeeze to pebble-size bits
dip you in fish soup
or papaya salad
Kao Niew
my family sits together
on the floor legs folded
or on a dinner table
you cuddle inside our bellies
warm our lips
the way
our throats
in cold evenings with no heaters
you sacrifice to
fill our stomachs
so we can stick to each other
and swallow
our love whole

Copyright © Krysada Phounsiri | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

"Anxiety' Or "Ode to Therapy."

I had a silent visitor
who come in on the sly.
I didn't know he'd entered
Tll many years went by.

He built a little fire
deep within my brain.
It smoldered there unnoticed
until it burst to flame.

I went to see a therapist
who helped my look inside my head.
To find out why the fire burned 
and how I kept it fed.

I took a million breaths,
I snapped some rubber bands.
I walked to Mexico and back 
and downed some Ativan.

I'm feeling alot better,
although the fires not completely out.
I'll have to keep a constant watch.
of that i have no doubt.

So If you get that feeling,
That comes without a warning.
Have a glass of wine and off to bed.
Call your Dr in the morning.

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

ODE TO COFFEE - Collaboration with Claudia Polydoro

First steps, every morning, not taken lightly I move slowly with closed eyes and hands outstretched Stumbling, mumbling Like the decaffeinated zombie that I am CO---FFFFF---EEEEEEE Then I see my salvation The only thing capable of turning a horrible morning in a bearable one Nectar from the gods CO---FFFFF---EEEEEEE Ohhh, saviour of the early day Killer of the sleeping glands I'll take a cup with me, on my way To the daily working dance CO---FFFFF---EEEEEEE My first sip: ohhh sweet Ambrosia, exploding on my tongue, reviving my cells Thank you, I’ll be able to survive one more day My preciooouuussss.... CO---FFFFF---EEEEEEE *** April 20, 2017 Copyright © Darren White and Claudia Polydoro

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |

Ode to a cotton swab

I stuck a Q-tip up my nose 
to see what I would find
Mother wasn't at home just then
you know shes a bit of the meddling kind
I couldn't do what I really like
(mom said she read somewhere that it will make me go blind)
Any way, I poked around and I probed around
and spun it around a bit
Then with a mighty push
I shoved it in just to see how far up it would fit
All of a sudden My life flashed, my brain screamed
and blood flowed out of my nose like cheap draft beer
the pain was so great my "jewels" shriveled
and I shrieked like a little queer
Just before going to meet grandma
mothers voice is all I could hear
"how many times have I told you you twit. "
"you blow your nose, Q-tips are made for your ear."

Copyright © David Kendrick | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |


I went to bed expecting I would sleep
 Hours later I am wide awake
 It is no use me counting sheep
 Things are on my mind
 So I cannot sleep

Dawn is here
And I am not pleased
Oh why oh why
Can’t my conscience let me sleep?

A cacophonous chorus greets the new day
Some say is sweet
But all I want to say to them is 
Go away

All I wish is to lie in bed in peace
I implore all birds to hence forth hold their incessant tweets
A man on tenterhooks
Needs his precious sleep

Another day is born
Another sleepless night is done
If only I felt rested
And not like I just ran a marathon

Praise to all who can sleep through the night
I am not
And will forever envy
Your selfish delight

Dawn oh dawn why did you come so soon?
You came just when I was awaiting
That soothing dream to appear
You can be so cruel and unfair

New day that is now here
You give much stress and
I find your presence onerous to bear
It is about time you played fair
And not harass me 365 days a year

Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Emily Me

a star and always her
constantly the moon in the garden
this wide paradise to me
where I declaim Emily Dickinson
syllable by syllable
to the happiness of the destinies
an eternal love

Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2015