Last Commented Ode Poems (274)

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.

The rain has washed
The rocks below
The river falls
The water flows
Green abounds
The worlds alive
Birds call in the day
Autum sunrise
The clean forest air
Wafts through the branches
The water sprays
The sunlight dances
The animals creep
To take a drink
The leaves rustle
The pebbles chink
The day passes
The twilight wavers
The sunset glows crimson
Day animals seek havens
The creatures of the night
Creep from home and burrow
To enjoy a forest world
Free from all sorrow
The moonlight kisses the waters edge
As the wind ripples the streams
The stars illuminate the sky
As the mist obscures the scene.

Whoami?
Hadeda Ibis : Bostrychia hagedash
Whatdoilooklike?
I have an elongated down-curved bill, a bit larger than a guinea fowl. I’m greyish- or grey-brown with blackish wing- and tail feathers. In certain lighting, a beautiful metallic purple or greenish lustre is visible on my wing coverts. My bill is kind of black, with a red line on the top of the upper bill. My legs and feet are grey, with a line of red scales running down the front and the tops of the toes.
Wheredoihunt?
I’m very well known in the urban areas I inhabit, but in the non-breeding season I often gather in larger numbers to feed, or at roost sites, where it can get very loud.
Whatlanguagedoispeak?
My call is a haunting, raucous, loud and harsh “Hah - hah - hah de dah”, uttered from a perch, or while I’m in flight.
Whodoihangoutwith?
I’m usually with a buddy or a small group...
Whatamiabout?
I’m the king of my domain,
I call as I please, and bother not whom I displease,
I strut as I please, without a care in the world if you please,
Many people view me as a pest, but they’re doing me a great injustice,
I’m a breath of fresh air amidst a deleterious and artificial world,
I’m an instant connection to nature, I envigorate those around me,
My beautiful, haunting call will immediately clear up the cobwebs of your artificial environment,
And will bond you with the freshness of nature,
As soon as you hear my call, you’ll stop what you’re doing, run outside and look for me,
The, you will draw peace and strength from me,
Your eyes will become brighter,
Your step will liven, your soul will be activated,

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