Sonnet Ode Poems

Oh, you softener of truth, smoother of feathers,
Dust from the shelves the fingerprints of doubt,
Unopened books read in dark denial
Bindings broken now in feigned forgiveness.

Trim...

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If all you need to ask, "Is beauty truth?"
It isn't much you need to know on earth.
It's less than what appraisers say it's worth,
This jar...

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Awakening today to a newly retired life,
I'm more attuned to the world around me,
Grateful our freedoms mean little everyday strife,
Unlike hapless people across the sea.

Let's...

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My muse opens my eyes to starlight, when in darkness I would cower.  
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My blessed My Love, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you feed, fly and bounce,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always...

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Ignorants knowing little about you, 
Call you wild weeds, valueless and worthless. 
Men deem merit as the maid of success, 
They feel, you weeds utterly...

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The beauty of your life is so easy to see,
In the colors and lines of your symmetry.
After a time with the tree of your life,
Severed...

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Ode to You Woman

My wild woman, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you trot, walk and soar,
Invading my mind day and through...

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Ode to My Broken Heart

I could never have loved anyone, yet
the way I loved you and yet
through time in a day a week months at...

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Ode mEOw the Kitten-

Kitty, kitty my kitten, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you sneer, wallow and trot,
Invading my mind all day through...

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My yellow school, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bore and paddle,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about...

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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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 “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” By John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Autumn comes with light rain and fallen leaves,
Shorter days, chills but...

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The groom, resplendent, so proud in his suit
Not normally a man willing to boast
Stands up, breaths deep, with raised champagne flute
A tear in his eye,...

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Aunt Verna  really loved my benign timbre, the way I cuddled words as they came out.
Treasure troves unlocked with mystic reverence, would add a...

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