Art Ode Poems

A poet’s journey as goes on
A winding wobbly road
That hath many ups and downs known,
To me it scarce sounds odd
Were he to see dusk with...

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Tiny hands
Pure hearts
Silly smiles
Footprint art
Cheerful shrieks
New found words
Belly laughs
Singing heard
As I open up the door
These are the sounds I hear
And everyday it gives me a...

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After an age, I found myself in her presence, 
Struck again by her simplicity, her very essence. 
A mathematician, now on a spiritual path, 
Her...

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Eating my oatmeal, sipping my tea, 
“Where”, I wondered, “should I stroll today?
I won’t be rash and decide in a flash.
There are choices to carefully...

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Strophe
O Grandpa Davis who gave me my skill
My  art talents ,organic,  came from you 
Sorry I haven’t praised you ,now .I will 
Your...

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O precious codex, how lovely thou art to me.
          How do I pay homage to thee?
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A singular speck
So rarely noticed
More often removed rather than studied
But here you are, you made it
In view!
All we crave and despise 
'to be looked at'
I...

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Ode to the Fig: An Inverted wonder

Oh fig, thou art no mere fruit,
But a marvel of nature’s intricate pursuit,
Inverted flowers within thy form reside,
A secret...

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The beauty of blossoming flower,
exudes from the charismatic core 
of the unfurling buds 
with the fervent fragrance 
of rippling shower of the spring colors,
trails the...

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With gentle words and steady hands
her work is filled with love
She meets the tasks her role commands
then soars so far above

With rows of little desks...

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The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips)

Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.
—Thomas Moore

Roses propose to...

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Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know

Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)

Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or...

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 Love is a smile, a tear, a touch
Love says it all and means so much
Truly love's what happiness is
Pure contentment, delightful bliss
Love is gentle...

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Where Carnatic's notes on temple walls reside,
A melody awakens, draped in Kalanidhi's pride.
T.M. Krishna, a voice that cuts through time,
Weaving music's magic with a spirit...

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