Last Commented Ode Poems (275)

Sky's lilac edge met turquoise sea
where softened mists of splendour fled
to draw raw eyes from stoney-pitched
Knockalla's curves, to fanad Head.

The wounded spirit, shipwrecked, lost
to all but overflowing pain
and succor, found this blessed coast
and sought to find a home again.

Wild birds screeched out their joy
in updraft ecstacy
As hot air's forced momentum
made them soar.
They stopped my breath as
mother nature took me
on my long awaited journey to her door.

The whoosh and slap, the hiss and lash
of rocks, sea-licked and loved, undressed
by ocean, soft as liquid silk,
waves dancing round as they caressed

Soft nestled dunes with shadowed cleft,
enmeshed like breasts all proudly thrust
and mated with the bearded bent's
raw shifting greenery of trust.

While birds screeched out their
joy in updraft ecstacy,
as hot air's forced momentum
swept them free,
Then I screamed too, as
mother nature held me
in her many clustered bosoms
by the sea.....

She grew up in depression days,
But never was depressed.
Her mom was just fifteen when she,
Was with a daughter blessed.

Her father was a careless sort,
Who merely walked away.
They grew up then together through,
Those harsh and trying days.

A singer with a big band while,
The war raged 'cross the sea.
Then married an enlisted man,
With Allied victory.

He was a mean, obnoxious drunk,
She loved him anyway,
So did her best to make a home,
And keep the beast at bay.

Five foot two with eyes of blue,
Described her to a tee.
Small pckages contain big things,
She'd love enough for three.

No fainting violet was she,
A scrapper through and through.
And fire shot out from those eyes,
If she was mad at you.

But mostly she was patient and,
A gentle, loving soul,
Who taught us well and raised us right,
And kept the family whole.

She's been gone 'most twenty years,
When cancer dropped its bomb.
But I still hold her deep inside,
She'll always be my Mom.

She sails in beauty 'cross the seas,
Her flags so oft' misread.
At times a jib just barely furled,
At others all sheets spread.

She may hoist Jolly Rogers when,
The winds turn cold and bite.
Or fly a flag of peace and love,
When blossoms scent the night.

Though tempests howl and split the seas,
She rides upon the crests.
Crashing through in jagged troughs,
As she pursues her quest.

And when the harbor's loving arms,
Reach out at voyage end,
She sails serenly to her berth,
Horizon's only friend.

She plies the reefs in search of prey,
As nets, her limpid eyes.
No heart is safe among the stars,
When Luna stalks the skies.

The house sits mid the greenery,
Protecting from the heat.
A garden growing in the yard,
Fresh veggies soon to eat.

Thie sleepy little town is just,
A wide spot in the street.
Five hundred souls or maybe less,
Dwell in this quiet retreat.

Indian Creek across the road,
Runs pure and clear and sweet,
And flows on through the valley floor,
Elk River for to meet.

The bluffs so high and beautiful,
Climb up the valley walls.
Carved out over centruies as,
The river floods and falls.

There's caves just right for crawling through,
And forests deep and tall.
The people here are friendly too,
They'll smile and wave at y'all.

I came here to escape the life,
That had me in its thrall.
But now I've found I love this place,
May never leave at all.

This lovely land, was built by hand,
Generations in the makin'.
The stones they found, prised from the ground,
Became the bones of fam'ly homes,
And pony's stalls, or pasture walls,
All trimmed just right and fitted tight.
Thatched roofs they fledged with straw or sedge,
This land is cold, the wind is bold,
They had no logs but did have bogs,
So dried the peat to make their heat.
Used what they had, these clever lads.
And so unchanged some things remain,
Built strong to stand and grace this land.
Yes there's the rains, the crooked lanes,
And prices high to make you cry.
But oh the charms, the people warm,
Will make you smile, with wit and style.
From far away I came to stay,
And tour a while this Em'rald Isle.
Though I must part I leave my heart,
Until once more I gain these shores.

What do you say
on this lovely Autumn day ?

As we sit side by side under the leafy bough
enjoying this magical moment together.
Birds sing out and rust coloured leaves shower
down on our feet. Could this be forever ?

What do you say ?

Dreams are made of moments like this
its what I dreamed of in the past.
A handsome prince and a lingering kiss
a magical moment. Will it forever last ?

What do you say ?

Dimmed are the memories of yesteryear
our hopes have built new dreams
of love and tenderness with you near.
Tell me Dear, is this what love means ?

What do you say ?

Is that a smile upon your face I see ?
At last the future is looking bright
and the birds sing loudly in the tree.
All is well and together we'll be right.

What do you say
on this lovely Autumn day ?

O shamrock from across the sea,
No sweeter could one ever be.
Such a kind and gentle soul,
That from me my heart you stole.

Your voice is like a melody,
A song composed as if for me.
Dulcet tones so soft and fair,
Symphony as light as air.

You give me more than I can say,
With true affection ev'ry day.
You make my life worth living,
So full of love, so giving.

A lovely flower never grew,
One half as beautiful as you.
Now until my life is done,
You will be my only one.

He was not my father, though he might as well have been,
And he was once a sailor, in the fight against Japan.
My two best friends are his sons, loyal through-and-through.
He used to take us fishing, in a spring-fed creek he knew.
We roasted ears of corn from a nearby farmer’s field,
And chilled some watermelons where the spring was crystal clear.

I’d watch the brothers catching crawdads, baiting up their lines,
‘Til one fine day I got the nerve, and finally baited mine.
My first fish was caught there, a catfish ‘bout this big,
On that self-same crawdad, that I shakily had rigged.
I learned to swim in that old creek, in our favorite hole,
We hiked the hills around it, ‘til we could walk no more.

We’d build a fire from deadfall limbs and watch it all night long.
And maybe tell a joke or two, or sing a favorite song.
Blue-gill perch and pumpkinseed were our evening fare.
Cooked crispy, sweet and savory with tender loving care,
By their Mom, the sweetest woman you could ever meet,
Who’d care for us, watch over us, ‘til in the tent we’d creep.

We’d giggle and we’d talk, ‘til up a snore would float,
The two awake just rolling at the third’s symphonic note.
We’d talk awhile, and laugh some more, and finally settle down.
But I was always last to go, a natural night-owl.
I’d put my chin upon my hands, and look out through the fly,
At this very special mariner, we’ll miss until we die.

With dark locks parted in rank and file
not one stray hair there all the while
She, of few words, with voice of power
Exponentially more deserving of more than a simple flower
My heart is thine, e'er I stay
at this locale, so out of the way.
Dost thou notice me? i think not
but if so, then i shall be caught
within your bewitching gaze
Today shall lead the rest of my days
But if your heart belongs to another
Then i wish the best for this brother
if he hath the gift to keep her happy
It would best server her interests in spite of me
To see a gentle soul like hers find peace
Puts my a'flutterin heart at ease.
E'erforth, she, as is now, shall be sweet
Sweet as temptation would make a daring feat.
'Tis not right to take what is not mine.
especially her, so soft and fine.
Yet, if she dost think much of this poor fool
for the rest of days would i be, happily under her rule.
I'm happy to say in this romance, as I finish,
that I did not make a rhyme with spinach.

From two, or dos, is what's about,
I can not write, which can only be felt,
I Can't feel which can only be said,
I Can not say which can only be read.

Not without sight, or sound, can it be lost,
Forgotten, without trust and said,
That two always works the best,
Confusing? No. A calmon thread.