Childhood Ode Poems

As years go by the more I think
About how one minute I was 5 and now I'm 28,
You watched me grow always been by my...

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"Ode to the Hmar Hills"

No crowded streets, no city’s glare,  
But Hmar Hills' green slopes and mist-kissed air—  
Where Pherzawl’s rains in whispers...

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You were there
before memory.

Before voices had names,
before light had meaning
you were there.

Brown as warm bread,
soft as a breath held in sleep,
you waited.
And I held you.

You...

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You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of.
Unending shapes and sizes.
From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette 
and squiggly fusilli.
As my tongue tastes...

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So, you had a childhood.

That doesn't make you special,
I had one too.

You consume the trauma,
regurgitate it

so others can say if we had known 
we would...

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O tender soul, o innocence defiled,
What cruelties did your youth upend?
Tormented by she who should cherish her child,
Instead her addictions made her your fiend.

Those eyes...

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I want to go back
to my childhood home
for it was the place where I was
the most happy
when I close my eyes I can see
our row...

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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE boy

i knew no wisdom
i knew no hate
i knew no lies

WHEN I GREW UP

i understood history
i understood love
i understood truth

NOW AS...

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Image by: Kimberlee Baxter
The nonpareil of a a violin plays late into a golden era
its "An Autumnal Farewell, by Debussy"

With magnificent beauty in dazzling colors...

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Goodbye to the leprechauns
goodbye clover carpets of green
I will cross many a deep blue sea
 to a wide sunshine land, just for me.

I have my...

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Empty carousels, windswept,
Echoes of pattering feet fading away in the dirge-like wind, mourning like doves.
Empty swings in the park, a waning sun looks mournfully at...

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To die an old man, tasks left on slow burn, 
And as fake coins do, get reborn ‘pon earth; 
Work harder still, more mileage points...

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I remember when I was seventeen years
        earth to me
was nothing more than 
a highlands and lowlands
inhabited and...

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PS contests – self sustained muse,
Versatile mix to pick and choose.
Soothing lullabies by Eve
Swing us to childhood retrieve.

Kai’s round cube confirms the theme
That things are...

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Ode to the Grandkids

My gaze, grandkids, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you laugh, trust and cherish,
Devoting my mind day and through the...

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