Most Liked Ode Poems (274)

your fantastic thats for sure together we can rule the world
just and me because we're cats thats that yeah yeah yeah yeah

We fell asleep in one world and woke up in another

Suddenly Disney is out of magic,
Paris is no longer romantic,
New York doesn’t stand up anymore,
The Chinese wall is no longer a fortress,
and Mecca is empty.

Hugs & kisses suddenly become weapons,
and not visiting parents and friends
becomes an act of love.

Suddenly you realize that power ,beauty
& money are worthless ,and can’t get you
The oxygen you’re fighting for .

The world continues its life and it is beautiful
It only puts humans in cages.
I think it’s sending us a message.

“You are not necessary .
The air, earth ,water and sky
without you are fine .
When you come back ,
remember that you are my guest.
Not my masters

I read this and it tore at my heart string
I wanted to share this. Author is unknown

So the very next morning he made his way
Up the mountain side to make the dragon pay
Chuckling with glee at trick he would play
He entered the Dragon's cave
The dragon lay there at it's repose
He awoke it, bouncing gold coins off it's nose
and from piles of treasure the old red angrily arose
Then to the dragon, This challenge he gave
A game of Cards with stakes very high
With all rules you must complie
And if I win away you must fly
treasure you have. you can be keepin'
We will both play without any deceit.
But I give fair warning if I you try to cheat
I'll give you a beating With my sisters stalk of wheat
If I lose, then I will be eaten

So this old evil red dragon cunning and wry
agreed to all rules, but he did lie,
thinking his appetite it would sharpen, with a smile so sly
and He'd eat this hin anyway.
Although the Old red thought the whole thing absurd
Beating this Hin wouldn't be so so hard
So the hin and the dragon started playing cards
and they played for many a many a long day


So they played cribbage, gin rummy, beggar-my-neighbour, go fish,
monte, seven-up, Snap, canasta and whist
poker pontoon canfield even switch.
And many a games I cant name
Day After day they played, never slackening in pace
wishing he never agreed to this in-the-first-place
for every hand the Dragon lost,
to him-was a slap-in -the-face.
And the dragon he lost every game
Nine hundred and ninety games went by
This just isnt right, the dragon he cried
I think you are cheating, the dragon he lied
this is'nt fair on me
Brandobaris then produced three cups and a Ball,
he said, one last game then? Winner take all?
to the winner the glory, to the loser the fall
one last game for victory?

Brandobaris placed the small ball under a cup
His hands moved in a Blur as he mixed them all up
The Dagron choose badly, he just had no luck
Poor Dragon, Oh what a shame
Up stood Brandobaris and he did say
You've lost dear Dragon now you must leave this day
Any treasure in your cave you may take away
for those were the rules of the game

At the mention of his treasure the Dragon turned around
but of his great hoard no trace of it he found
it was as if it had vanished in to the ground
The fault was the Hin's and now it would fry
Nasty little Hin do you take me for a fool?
Where is all my gold. What have you done with all my jewels
I not going to play anymore by the rules
So now Hin it's time to die

Brandobaris just stood
holding his sisters stalk of wheat
And the dragon breathed in
And the dragon breathed in
and in and in and in
and then?

The dragon breathed out breath of fire
But Brandobaris was no longer staning there
For he had flipped up in to the air
To Land down on the old reds back
Such an elegant jump what a leap
A somersault with half twist, landing firmly on his feet
An Arm raised up holding high his sisters stalk of wheat
And then he began to Whack
whack wack whack
went the stalk of wheat
all allong the side of the dragons hide
and it knocked him off his feet

Crack Crack Carck
The wheat stalk seemed to sing,
and although it tried the dragon could not fly
as Brandobaris beat his wings

smack smack smack
again and again and again
till the dragon had to run away
for it could not stand the pain

From the cave to the valley all the way down
Whiping the crying dragon in to the town
and all of the Hin there gathered round
for of that dragon they had no more fear
Brandobaris told the Dragon leave and soon
if you ever came back. I'll beat you with my Mothers broom
And unlike my sisters wheat stalk it will put you in a tomb.
The dragon flew away, and all the Hin folk gave a cheer

What of the Dragon treasure? you may all ask
the towns folk had a skeaking task
All Part of the plan now unmasked
It involves a secret door
The Game was so Brandobaris could disstract
while Hin snuck in the cave behind the dragons back
they loaded on treasure took it away in sacks
of what he stole they got back ten times more

So the celerbration party did begin
Lasting for a week or more. You know's us Hin
But in joy there was some Sorrow remembering lost Kin
But they knew they'd all meet again someday
To the hero of the Hour they gave many many grand toasts
They filled him up with pie and beer they were the perfect hosts
before the party was over They had laid away all ghosts
But by then Brandobaris had quietly slipped away

Now along a dusty road bestrides
Mischief twinkling in his kind eyes
Under curly brown hair a face so wise
with a knowing little grin
Allthough not thin not roly-poly,
whistling a tune so Jolly
You could not be melancholy
there goes a very merry Hin

My beloved, my soul
I know, that it’s rare
Most folks don’t permit
Their loved one’s, self-care

Innerstand, my dearest
I’m not like the others
Striving, to be the gentlest
of the sisters, and mothers

Homeostasis, is the goal
For spirit, mind, & body
Being true to you
Supports, being happy

When I love you, my heart
I pray that you see
“I love you”, that means
You are allowed, to roam free

It’s okay, don’t be sorry
I’ll not foster fear
Anytime, you need me
My love’s, always here

I release you, from pain
Shame and guilt, unbind you
Expectations of others
At long last, behind you

Come and go, as you please
For you are, a free man
To leash or own you
Is never, my plan

I love you, to freedom
There are no conditions
I respect you, and honor
Your most sacred mission

This love, innerstand
Is not like, you’re used to
Whenever you’d like
I’ll gladly, seduce you

Hun, just let me know
When it is, you need time
Trust and believe
I get it… that’s fine

How can you expand
If someone, constricts you?
When you exercise freedom
I won’t cuss, or convict you

The process of growth
Takes both, time and space
To thine self, be true
No need, to save face

Needs of mind, body, spirit
These, I innerstand
It’s why I support you
And give you, a hand

It’s true, I have challenges
Certain, limitations
Which I pray, that for you
They cause no frustrations

I just need you, to see
My way of, adoration
Imparting you peace
Room, for contemplation

Loving me, is a dance
That moves, to and fro
When it’s right, hold me tight
But when needed, let go

Inhale, slide in close
Fall into me
Exhale, step back
Take space, & fly free

Expansion, contraction
Rhythm, to all those existing
If I love you, just right
I’ll gain more, than mere kissing

Tis my hope, in your life
I’m neither lesson, nor season
Spirit manifested my prayer, as you
For a reason

I cherish you, deeply
For you are, a treasure
More than a friend
Gratitude, beyond measure

Communication’s, the key
Being you, I’ll not punish
For to hinder or change you
My love, that would tarnish

I’m in love with you, just as you are
Your darkness, my night sky
Your love’s brilliance
My star

You, are a gift
I shall not, have you bound
For the love, that I give you
It must be, profound

© November 12, 2020, L. Karriem

***This is me narrating my poem***

Astrology is one of those wonderful pseudo-sciences like naturopathy or cattle futures that anyone with an imagination can rapidly become an expert in. If there is some question which sign you were born under, just ask a friend. I present these to you.

OKRA- People born under the sign of Okra are slippery, smooth-talking' and slick. Without self-restraint they can slide right over on their face. Okras make good molasses salesmen.

HOLSTEIN CROSSES - These folks start out slow, never look like much but like the sure and steady tortoise, often finish first in the race to everyone's surprise! Feed bosses and second sons fall under this sign.

COYOTE- Never one to hide from responsibility, they run from it! You hear them, you find their tracks, but they're seldom seen. They eat the crusty end off a loaf of bread, the fat off ham and fried shrimp tails. You can find Coyotes migrating every fall from Wyoming ranches to Arizona feedlots.

FLASHING BEER SIGN- People found under this sign are steady, bright and occasionally incoherent. They gather wisdom and glow. Then they display it in a blinking neon blizzard. Often you will find nutritionists, veterinarians and economists in this category.

ARCADE SPACE INVADERS-Space Invaders are born self-assured. This confidence comes from always knowing what color socks they have on and their current bank balance. They have very little patience with Coyotes and Dice. A.S.Invaders make excellent bankers and wives.

DICE- As you may have guessed, these people have a tendency to leap without looking, buy beachfront property in Saskatchewan and flip for the tab. However, as long as they're winning, we seen them as glamorous. Most DICE feed cattle.

MOUNT RUSHMORE-Individuals born under this sign spend much time gathering and accumulating knowledge. They can be very helpful but tend to be idealistic in solving problems. "Rushes" make good county agents, graduate students and columnists.

CATTLE GUARDS-Usually strong, stubborn and level-headed, they get run over regularly by Space Invaders, Dice, Okra, Holstein Crosses, Coyotes, Rushes, and Flashing Beer Signs.Oh, heck, they get run over by everybody! A large number of CATTLE GUARDS wind up ranching.

What's your "Southern" Sign? Some of us (especially Southerners) are pretty skeptical of horoscopes and it has become obvious that what we need are some Southern symbols to break up the monotony of those danged 'ol other astrological signs.

OKRA (Dec 22- Jan 20)- although you appear crude, you are actually very slick on the inside. OKRAS have tremendous influence. An older OKRA can look back over his life and see the seeds of his influence everywhere. Stay away from MOON PIES.

CHITLIN (Jan 21- Feb 19)- Chitlins come from humble backgrounds. A chitlin, however, can make something of himself if he's motivated and has lots of seasoning. In dealing with Chitlins, be careful. They can erupt like Vesuvius. Chitlins are best with CATFISH and OKRA.

BOLL WEEVIL (Feb 20- March 20)- You have an overwhelming curiosity. You're unsatisfied with the surface of things, and you feel the need to bore deep into the interior of everything. Needless to say, you are very intense and driven as if you had some inner hunger. Nobody in their right mind is going to marry you, so don't worry about it.

MOON PIE (March 21- Apr 20)- You're the type that spends a lot of time on the front porch. It's a cinch to recognize the physical appearance on Moon Pies. Big and round are the key words here. You should marry anybody who you can get remotely interested in you. It's not going to be easy. This might be the year to think about aerobics or yoga. Or-maybe not.

POSSUM (Apr 21- May 21)- When confronted with life's difficulties, possums have a marked tendency to withdraw and develop a "don't-bother-me-about it" attitude. Sometimes you become so withdrawn, people actually think you're dead. This strategy is probably not psychologically healthy, but seems to work for you. One day, however, it won't work and you may find your problems actually running you over.

CRAWFISH (May 22-Jun21)- Crawfish is a water sign. If you work in an office, you're always hanging around the water cooler. Crawfish prefer the beach to the mountains, the pool to the golf course, the bathtub to the living room. You tend to not be attractive physically, but you have very, very good heads.

COLLARDS (June 22- July 21)- Collards have a genius for communication. They love to get into the 'Melting pot" of life and share the essence of those around them. Collards make good social workers, psychologists and baseball managers. As fas as your personal life goes. stay away from Moon Pie. It just won't work. Save yourself a lot of heartache.

CATFISH (July 22-August 21)- Catfish are traditionalists in matters of the heart. Although one's whiskers may cause problems for loved ones. You Catfish are never easy people to understand. You prefer the muddy bottoms to the clear surface of life. Above all else, Catfish should stay away from Moon Pies.

GRITS (August 22- Sept 21)- Your highest aim is to be with others like yourself. You like to huddle together with a big crowd of other Grits. You love to travel though, so maybe you should think of joining a club. Where do you like to go? Anywhere they have cheese or gravy or bacon, butter or eggs. If you can go somewhere where they have all those things, that serves you well.

BOILED PEANUTS ( Sept 22-Oct 21)- You have a passionate desire to help your fellow man. Unfortunately, those who know you best- may find that your personality is too salty, and their criticism may affect you deeply because you are much more softer and sensitive than you may appear. You should go right ahead and marry anybody you want to because in a way, you live a charmed life. On the road of life, you can be sure that people will always pull over and stop for you.

BUTTER BEAN (Oct 22-Nov 21)- Always invite a Butter Bean because they get along well with everyone. You, as a Butter Bean, should be proud. You've grown on the vine of life and you feel at home no matter what the setting. However, you too, should avoid Moon Pies.

ARMADILLO (Nov 22- Dec 21)- You have a tendency to develop a tough exterior, but you are actually quite gentle. A good evening for you? Old friends, a fire, some roots, fruit, worms and insects. You are a throwback. You're not concerned with today's fashions and trends. You're not concerned with anything about today. You're almost prehistoric in your interests and behavior patterns. You probably want to marry another Armadillo, but Possum in another somewhat kinky, mating possibility.

You know the ocean
is calling you in,
when the stream is
in the rhythm
with the wind.

It washes away and
imbibes your blues
and paints the sky
for dawns anew.

Each night while I slumber

She creeps into my dreams

Out from backdrops of blue and umber

In a shroud of red and yellow beams

She’s hypnotic in her particular motion

As she dances to the rhythm of the backbeat on a hang drum

She bewitches my heart and ensnares my soul

And takes her plunder with the morning sun

Leaving my energy black as coal

As she disappears beyond the dreamscape shore

And in me burns but one fierce desire

To close my eyes and return to REM

So that I may see her, if only once more