Music Ode Poems

I will be the shoulder to catch your tears,
The chapter where your stories unfold.
I will be the door to your happiness,
The pillar that stands in...

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Today’s the day it’s got to be done
To see the one I love out of everyone
Outfits are ready, nostalgia is free
Everyone will see who I...

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Listen to the joy, the melody… silence,
peaceful as the forest’s streams,
Reassuring the soul of every good thing.

Listen to the melancholy, worthy of a tear
Falling in...

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In the beginning, there was only sound
The whispered words of God, echoing all around
A canvas of darkness, awaiting the stroke
Of creation's brush, as the universe...

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I can steal the gold in ole Fort Knox
Steal the loot in a pirates box
I can steal a stone from Stonehenge site
Steal the cape from...

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“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie,...

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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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Amidst the craggy heights, where granite kisses sky, There dwells a voice, a tempest’s cry, A soul aflame, a melody unbound, Glenn Hughes, the Voice...

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          Inhale, exhale, like...

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves...

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Journey Journal Page
CODE MY ODE
By Leon Enriquez


I pen my writes 
With mystic ink
As words I cite
Seed what I think


I craft my lines
With simple rhymes
As I...

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What brings me joy ,let me think?
Music, dancing and some drink


They all send my head spinning
Killjoys would  call that  sinning


Life without joy is...

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The Father of Rock and Roll was not Elvis.
It was Chuck Barry, wild man from Chicago
He was the rhythm and blues king
His guitar solos and...

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Ode to Be

I feel different from other people,
Some say I am weird and strange,
This endless striving to be accepted, 
Just leaves me disheartened and drained....

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I.

Eros walked slowly through the forestland,
   Near Mount Olympus, in the soft twilight.
By his side, he held his bow in his hand,
 ...

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