Last Commented Ode Poems (274)

All for the love of grandparents,
I'd give up my latter days,
and go back to the time that once was so fine,
eating supper on T.V. trays.

Always in the way when Grandpa was gardening,
I was really just trying to assist.
He never knew it, but, I once threw a tomato
at him and it's a good thing I missed.

Grandma's the best cook that I've ever known.
Her Thanksgiving meals were a shocker.
I used to wonder if, out of disguise,
she might really be Betty Crocker.

The spanknigs I got never seemed to hurt long,
for I knew their love was still there.
My grandparents are living tributes
to grandparents everywhere.

I could go on writing about them for years,
finding nothing but good to say.
But, these few verses should help you to grasp
the message I'm trying to convey.

My grandparents are the greatest.
And, in my book, none can compete.
For they are the grandest grandparents
you'd ever chance to meet.

it took you some time to see.
when I opened up my eyes, so touched for the fact I pose a danger.
in fact you saw a malevolent stranger.
So the old man said unto thee!
that he took my legs and arms for betrayal.
Little does he knows he's a grey face, a solid statue motionless.
and indeed I may not have been kind, nor did I felt consolation for the blind.
I am considered coldblooded, though the birth of fire is out of me.
My call remained unheard, unseen and until an eternal degree.
Where the strong and wise will rise.
I slither deeply within the wastelands, the depths of doubt.
in solitude my envious counterparts hark to me.
I still inherit the tree of life, the love for knowledge.
To withstand the illusions where "all" and "us" were meant to be.
There where the black sun reigns and stars unlock their portals.
For it is I and has always been the initiator of the skeleton key.

O, once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still!
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my handsome Nell.

As bonie lasses I hae seen,
And monie full as braw,
But for a modest gracefu' mien
The like I never saw.

A bonie lass, I will confess,
Is pleasant to the e'e;
But without some better qualities
She's no a lass for me.

But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet,
And, what is best of a',
Her reputation is complete
and fair without a flaw.

She dresses ay sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel;
And then there's something in her gait
Gars onie dress look weel.

A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.

'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul;
For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without controul.

as the stars gleam brightly in the skies
so does that twinkle in your eyes
i wouldnt change you for anything
your beauty is so supreme
everytime i see your smiling face
i thank god for the place
i live i stay i look around
but no other beauty is so profound
it pains me when your not here with me
i hope again one day to see
you are the one my only love
lets fly away like the magestic dove

1, hour alone,
in a destination unknow,
with a man of charm,
to hold in ur arms,
1, Day together,
when it feels forever,
with an exceptional girl,
id give her a lace of pearls,
1, week apart,
where it breaks my heart,
with only one wish,
i ask for a kiss,
1, month with fear,
i'll fill with tears,
running like a river,
knowing im not with her,
1, year in ambition,
hope to make a transition,
with all my power,
i wish for that first hour...

by S.B.W

A young boy thinks he knows
While a middle aged man is certain .
The old man learns wherever he goes ,
Because he's closing in on the final curtain .

Middle aged men see trounle ahead
While boys see honor and glory .
Old men see both sides instead ,
Because they have lived more of the story .

Little boys write about fishing and school ,
While middle aged men refuse to write .
Older men remember a once young fool ,
With nothing better to do than drink and fight .

Little boy's see girls as a pest ,
And middle aged men seek a wife .
But grandpa's know that love is a test ,
Which is a challenge throughout one's life .

Older men know much of life ,
Yet boys are learning more each day .
Middle aged men face trouble and strife ,
Often wishing they could just walk away .

All in all grandpa's really often know ,
As they watch us middle aged men try .
Hoping for the best as grandsons grow ,
And realizing how quickly time passes by .

So if grandpa is near or someplace handy ,
Perhaps a hug would please you guys .
Middle aged men could let him know that he's dandy ,
As well as incredibly wonderfully wise !

I
Grace is the sustainer of all life on earth
Every impulse to breathe, since the moment of birth
All thought of goodness and the will to achieve
Grace is the Giver of all gifts we receive
II
Being on this journey, there is much to contend
The voice of the doubter, the life to expend
And when the shadows gather, around and behind
It is then I remember, I am in God’s mind.
III
There have been mountains that have hidden the sun
And all my grand efforts have never moved one
And in such turmoil, when there is not even a clue
It is then I remember God has made mountains too
IV
In the dark hours, not a spark to be seen
When there is no helper, not a single human being
And as the ground shakes, so my faith and my will
It is then I remember, Grace is my Hope still
V
I have been through the waters and fires that came
And in such life’s complex, weak is my frame
And sometimes I prayed but nothing has changed
It is then I remember, God’s Grace is arranged
VI
Death, that great enemy, knows where I live
It seized of my heart, those too precious to give
And when my doubts rise, and a question or two
It is then I remember, Grace has taken me through
VII
I do not have the answers to the storms and the cold
I do not know tomorrow and what tale may be told
And in that dark passage, many dangers may lurk
It is then I remember, Grace knows its own work
VIII
And when I am broken and the winds gust and gust
And all of my resources have crumbled to the dust
And this is the season of earth's pale demand
Even then I will remember; I am in God's hand.

I
If I were to consider the world’s best offer
And examine the mounds, one after the other
The richest attire and the finest gold rings
All objects of envy of peasants and kings
Yet, in the darkness, away from the glitter
Fineries so often lose much of their luster
II
The mansion of splendor, staged, high on the hill
All eyes in the valley, gazed longingly still
But when the mind’s quiet, a thought may arise
These things are much better in two people’s eyes
For as the time passes, a late change will occur
Instead of a palace, mere walls and a blur
III
A body made for leisure, all flavours to sip
The sensual delights, not one to be skipped
All fanciful fare, each one to be tried
Whatever on offer, all whims satisfied
But here and hereafter, such taste fades away
Each earthly pleasure has a definable day
IV
There are better offers on this side of Bliss
Justice and Compassion, must top the list
Honesty and Respect and Truth is the goal
Kindness and Faithfulness may complete the whole
Yet, there is Love, Gratitude and Trust
Though the world functions on little but lust
V
These sterling values will endure beyond time
And with each generation the need will just climb
Yes, the world regards them as the talents of the fool
But, what would we be, without these teachers and rule?
There are many treasures, so greatly amassed
But Faith, Truth and Justice cannot be surpassed

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VIII

I
There is much beauty for all to see
With the eyes of faith and simplicity
For even the night flaunts its thrilling craft
With stars and scents and the breezy draught
II
The hills, the mountains and the gentle shower
The bowery green and the fragrant flower
In every space, around and beneath
The grandeur, resplendent, a legacy bequeath
III
And who could miss that most gentle art?
The innocent smile of the simply heart
And all around, subdued or just wild
The boundless mirth of a little child
IV
My heart takes flight when I would see
The impossible voyage of a honey bee
The soil knows how and when seeds should grow
The lightning, the thunder and the simple things we know
V
Yes, there is beauty in all we can see
Friendship and family and all we can be
There is sound and silence and music as well
Beauty is a language no words can compel
VI
Laughter is beautiful oh, what a sound
It raises the spirit, the soul is unbound
Happiness and love, the heart lingers near
Yes, there is beauty, most everywhere