Last Commented Ode Poems (275)

I THANK YOU; MR HAMBURG; WHEREVER YOU ARE; AND IT WILL BE ALL BECAUSE OF YOU; WHEN I BECOME; A BIG STAR!

Though she is gone
She used to tell me when we were alone
That drugs got no vitamin

Though she is a woman
she raised me to be a man
who can stand and fight on my own
That's why when i was a kid
she used to knock my head
warning me not to smoke weed
otherwise my mind might slide

Though i am now old
I still miss her indeed
sometimes i cry when days are wild
it's a different mood
can't express in words

Though i am still mourning
It's reminding me back to my beginning
When my mother in front of me clapping
while i am learning to talk and walking
and that is why right now am smiling.

here comes the funchild; see how she runs; come to me fun, child of the sun; hold back the night so I may see light; where there were dark clouds; millions of clouds covering all of mankind! funchild; where are the days when we ran wild; funchild; bring back the days when we ran wild!
my bodys weak and my eyes start to close; I breathe my last breath and lay in repose; til my eyes open and wonders I see; a brand new world standing right before me; and there is my funchild just waiting for me! she holds up a mirror and a young face I see! funchild; a whole new world"s waiting; so let us depart, and spend forever in merriment with the lord; close to our heart! funchild; please join me now; for this world is so free! let"s walk together as one; through eternity!

"Loving" "caring"ones who really only have quality time for the one they really care about!
Sincerely looking with some similarities brings the interesting differences out!
Lesson:you may have all the other disiplines experienced in your life,but if not full of The "Wholly"Spirit,you allow "other spirits" to keep you immature!
If you truly will be honest & upright for more than the moment,that's when you will come to honor & it's evident!

Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway
new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream
an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem

Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning
golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle silken touch
vision of deep beauty shines immaculate heart

Beholding rose gold sparkles crown
sugar coating light dazzling before the eyes
crystal sparks ignite rainbow gleams

Through a mist of tears travelling one picture
everything shrinks in your shadow perfect
sunbeams warmly come alive

Touching clouds dancing with teardrops
falling over an angel salted from the ocean
seagulls lament faraway distant overseas calls



(Unrhymed Tercet)

It's been said I'm too fanatical,too religious for dating site!Christian Singles is a dating site,but being an "inspired temple"I,like my "reviewers" have a right to share this bright LIGHT!Wishing me good luck & happiness,while ignoring,missing Heaven's true light,stubbornly they are stuck.
Craving more of self in naughtiness & hobbies distracting them in vanity & such.
Rather we leave the "preaching" to be done in "church",there are those of us who know we ARE THE CHURCH,& the
idol-worshippers promote rebellious works!
It'S all coming to a head,where everybody is going to stay.The gates of hell will not prevail,as the meek TRUE CHURCH saves the day!
The gates of hell will


not prevail,as the meek TRUE CHURCH saves the day!

As Autumn's breeze starts to show its face
so does a gradual cooling of land begin.
Mottled colours of brown, green and golden
leaves drift down, spinning and twisting.

Bare branches start to appear as the trees
are stripped and scurrying insects hide
under the new piles. Still the sun tries
to hold back the clock to no avail.

Long dark nights and short days
take over as everything begins
to sleep and some to die off.
Long cold days now approach.

All too soon snow is in the air
soft fluffy flakes that drift down
blanketing the lands in pristine
white that glistens and sparkles
like precious gems strewn about.
Winter's icy breath now rules
and mortals huddle by the fire.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

If I could be given a moment more
And render you to life and restore
The time missed out and the love lost
Could I ask you to pay such cost?

Would I want the angels to spring your release
And steal away your heavenly peace
Would I want for myself a golden moment
And rob you of the ultimate at-onement?

Is love meant to let be
To wish for more so affection can see
The rainbow's end and the journey won
The end of night and the break of dawn

I cry for you but I envy more
The moments you have in endless store
The loss is great and the hurt is deep
But rather that than take your sleep

For Love called you there even though I cried
It heard me not the day you died
Mercilessly, beautifully and cruelly it took
My heavens fell and my earth shook

If only I can hold the faith
That will one day remove death's wreath
And place you again in my sight
Eternally ending this dark plight

Full many a native flower here I've seen,
nestled beneath your Mountain's lush green
that breathes each breath of scent laden air,
to daily wash the hours, with unrivaled care,
cavorting clouds float here, without flaws,
like yon oceanic waves that constant roll,
that's fortune favoured beyond Man's vain control,
answering alone to Heaven's pious laws,
thus privileged scan sunsets rejoicing sky,
amplifying realms of proud nurtured liberty,
cherished Maple, heralded, flying high, espy
your forests deep where night birds sing
their overtures, like Angelic Harps finest string,
captures poetic harmonies, each note combine
soft Lydian Airs, perpetuating symphonic Spring,
thus with unfettered stride strolled thy haloed sod
of sculptured avenues, carved by an unseen God
that promotes national Pride, wrapt in facets Holy,
such unsullied joy, far beyond the ways of folly,
all live here amid the corridors of contented quietude,
unknown to spoils of war or its cruel feud,
nor seek cunning paths or Vixen's stealth,
riches of the heart, us but thy exclusive wealth.

I will admit that I am old,
My actions are no longer bold.
The fires I had, I do remember,
Now they're only glowing embers.
I still know how to hold her hand
And caress her cheek like any man.
I'd share with her, that morning cup
As Folger's says 'bout getting up.
I still know how to give a hug
And cuddle up so nice and snug.
To feel my heart go wild and pound
Just to know that she's around.
And the times our two lips meet
I'd feel sensations - head to feet.
I'm not so old I can't recall
The thrill of being at a ball,
Bodies close and arms entwined
We'd shuffle on, no cares in mind.
"So what",we'd say,"we're having fun",
What we'd share's like being young.
More important than all above-
We're not too old to be in love.