by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
angst, anxiety, betrayal, emotions, feelings, image, lost love,
Since you left, I've been unable to dream,
I toss about in tangled sheets all night.
And fold paper planes, odd as that may seem,
preparing the Night's fledgling fears for flight.
I believed we'd be together till death:
yet you cast me aside, alone and scared.
And left me no incentive to draw breath:
what kept me going was thinking you cared.
Each night, I scribble down my hurt and pain,
describing how you devastated me.
And fold the page into a paper plane;
willing the winds of fate to set me free.
I await a breeze to launch my letter:
knowing once it takes flight, I'll sleep better.
by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories:
dance, love, poetry, romance, romantic,
Dance with my words,
and I'll dance with yours
Let's do a pen pirouette,
lets make some passionate scribbling noise
I'll let you teach me how to move
in perfect iambic meter
Take me through my paces just right,
doing odd cadence swirls
as we play follow the leader
I speak,
you can hear
I heard you dear,
your voice is so clear
Now come close, closer here,
let me whisper in your ear
The things I want to say,
how I do love you ...
you love me too
Dance with me,
just you
I'll dance with your words,
and you'll dance with mine
Let's do a pen tango dip step,
synchronized thoughts forever entwined
by David Crandall |
Categories:
jealousy, marriage,
My lifetime friend, I feel so odd.
I'm not insured for acts of God.
Everything, it seems, is lost or gone.
I can't feel the ground I stand upon.
Today, we oldsters sat down to look
inside your yellow paged scrapbook.
I saw a picture and letter there.
I was frozen and could only stare.
You, I'm sure, didn't want me to see
the familiar face that gazed at me.
Of course, it was my only wife,
the only true love of my life.
Love's sad lesson learned in one day,
I'll see myself to the door, okay?
I thought stories had two sides, you see,
but triangles all have three.
by Mark Martin |
Categories:
word play, words,
A nickname for night soil, that's surely no lie
Pair upwards to double, a straight multiply
For music we're singing a simple duet
Use binary coding for computers, no sweat
We're even the first that's not at all odd
With religious duality, Satan and God
The turtle doves given by Christmas day love
To walk without hopping, our legs total of
Twin oxygen atoms in water or ice
Line's second word - there's no need to say twice
Entry for "message in an acrostic" contest
Note: take first letter from second word in each line - and time is ticking
14th January 2017
by Wanda Daugherty |
Categories:
bible, bird, faith, god, gospel, hope, nature,
The Prayer Meeting
I felt a raindrop on my brow;
Twas just the other day.
Out in the Pasture all alone,
By myself to pray.
The rain fall oh so gently:
I felt the grass beneath my feet.
The wind rose sweetly round me,
On my little rocky seat.
A Mocking bird sang me a Carol.
And a tiny Wren sang me a hymn.
There was never a human singer;
Who could hold a candle to them.
The trees loomed strong above me;
And I knew they love him to,
For they raised their arms in His praises
In a praise that is always new.
I felt refreshed and nourished
For I'd been alone with God
Yet others praised Him around me.
And I thought it not one bit odd..
by Eric Boddie |
Categories:
bible, encouraging, faith, god, philosophy, spiritual, truth,
"God's Own People"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Great are those who Accept And Honor Faith
Only His Love Has The Power To Keep us safe
Damnation from sin will surely be forbidden
Salvation For The Soul Can Only Come Through Repenting
Once Christ Is Freely Accepted
Wisdom Of Choice Will Only Be Reflected
Nothing Else Should Ever Be Expected
Praise His Name And He Will Protect you
Eternal Life Is All we should ever pursue
Obedience, not perfection, is all that one needs
Prayer And Love Are The Only Required Deeds
Life Absolutely Has No Meaning Without God
Even the worst of us can be redeemed if we only Ask, it's not odd
by Judy Ball |
Categories:
character, friendship love,
I'm just like you, I really am,
I'm really not so odd.
I have my ways, I guess that's true,
And for that I thank my God;
For we all have certain attributes,
That differ from the rest;
Ways and habits we have formed,
That oft times aren't the best;
But that's what makes us who we are,
And sets us each apart,
As separate individuals,
But still with soul and heart.
I may not think or talk like you,
Opinions often differ,
But after all is said and done,
I am still your sister.
Accept me just the way I am,
As God meant me to be,
As I accept the way you are,
For God loves you and me.
by Gu Jendayi |
Categories:
appreciation, atheist, community, god, self, spiritual, spoken word,
Don't Stop
Keep Going!
Your growth & healing is showing!
We've stopped believing and started knowing!
Everyday they are more fearful
Everyday we are a taller steeple
We are the church
We show the worth
God is an equal
No, its not evil
Each man has his own God
You cannot be one with paper
So money as god would be quite odd
So your God must be a spirit
Must be able to be one with you
If its anything external, external praise is all you can do
So I pray your God is living inside of you.
I pray it tells you too love, too.
& do not conform to things of this world- Stay true
Be You!
by Michael Wise |
Categories:
friendship, love, memory, nostalgia,
In a place
where poems rhyme
I found the tree
I used to climb
On the corner
of my school
she casts her shade
and keeps it cool
She hasn't changed
as much as I
Her leaves still seem
to touch the sky
Forty some odd
years have passed
since her strong limbs
had held me last
Nice to see you
my old friend
I'd love to climb you
once again
And dream of days
and things gone by
amid your branches
in the sky
© Mike Wise
10-3-21
by Terry Ireland |
Categories:
age, humor, irony, life,
Oh, you can’t have sex after seventy
Your children just wouldn’t approve
And if your neighbours found out
You’d probably have to move
No, you can’t have sex after seventy
You’ve got to be young and fit
And every succeding generation
All seem think they invented it.
You just can’t have sex after seventy
Though it’s not quite against the law
You should be watching the tele
Or maybe doing the odd jigsaw
No, you can’t have sex after seventy
If you get such an unnatural urge
Drink some hot Epsom Salts
And give your bowels a purge.
You just can’t make love after seventy
Just accept it with good grace
No you can’t have sex after seventy
And wipe that smirk off your face
by Paige Hind |
Categories:
heart, introspection, light, love, nature, sky, storm,
Rain with her wet slippers assail
The senses affixed on my walls—
Through its cloudy sight, a sun dial.
Where pattering waxes to a haunting tune,
Blew out the candle from under time—
Cracks now wide in bright or dull blue.
Storm's find
Brass chimes
Odd shine
Rain with her wet slippers assail,
Blew out the candle from under time,
Odd shine.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
crush,
His name was Bobby.
Angelic eyes; light blue.
Nothing like anyone I had ever seen
Blonde hair
Odd for a boy I thought
Giggled better than me
I was completely smitten
He was smitten too
With Joyce, another blonde angel
Sweet girl whom I immediately decided to not like
in any way
He did not know I was alive
Could not tell me apart from my identical twin
I tried, but it did not work.
My love went to the other side quickly
He whom I had loved and dreamed about
I now hated with a passion
It is odd how you can go from love to hate
when you are in kindergarten.
by David Crandall |
Categories:
flower, friendship, love,
a chance meeting
digits fleeting
each I could recall
days so lazy
odd petaled daisy
I gave you a call
from one hello
how would I know
in love I would fall
would not our fate
cooperate
you loved me not at all
fifty Summers passed
they seemed so fast
then another Fall
and in the end
we became friends
under daisy's thrall
by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories:
appreciation, flower, true love,
There was a little girl that never quite seemed to fit in
out of step with a world that seemed to her full of sin
No matter what she did or tried there always was a gap
that seemed to grow even when she sat on her dads lap
Time passed by with little change except that she was alone
every one else appeared to have a special some one
One day the sun shone so brightly and flowers scented the land
it seemed a day full of expectation while softly played the band
Through the door stepped a man who also didn't quite fit in
yet at the same time it was apparent he was without sin
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
change,
Life and death bind,
Now don't be blind;
Keep peace of mind,
Seek that you find.
Quest to know flow,
See that you know;
Let fond wit grow,
Sketch your own show.
Love and hate clash,
In an odd dash;
Rise from burnt ash,
Go in a flash.
Face well each fear,
Keep your heart clear;
Feel your mind here,
Watch soul bring cheer.
Sad tears you cry,
Dry by and by;
Dare now to try,
Yes you can fly.
Let joy bring light,
Live happy sights;
Breeze your swift flight,
Let love burn bright.
Leon Enriquez
07 November 2018
Singapore
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
allegory,
See the odd and strange
Sense a deeper range
Eat and drink and stare
Enjoy your own fare
Taste and touch and sing
Conjure love that springs
To arrive, depart
To depart, know heart
Love is the best art
Love opens your heart
Apt the heart made whole:
The seat of the soul
Thus you come to know
Timeless spark that glows
Knowing what you know
Love and light now shows
Leon Enriquez
06 February 2018
Singapore
by Hidden Sister |
Categories:
dedication, food, journey, passion, me, me,
Me, I love to cook.
It makes me feel good.
I share my own skill.
Each time that I do.
It gives me such joy.
It may sound odd.
I try each time.
To cook for you.
Fills me with hope.
I do try.
When I do.
To give all.
Make it.
One thing
Burst
by Nicole Sharon Brown |
Categories:
inspirational, lifeday,
All day every day I love to talk about God no wonder I 'm treated as if I'm odd. I
belong to God. I'm no I'm on a winning team. So to any hater I scream the Lord is
my redeemer and He's my vindicator, and he'll show up any vice from the devil far
better than any acid or base indicator. So you can hate, with any hater he'll show
you up grander than an acid or base because He is my redeemer and my vindicator!
1-7-11
I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth.
Job 19:25
For the LORD will vindicate his people and have compassion on his servants. Psalms
135:14
by John Posey |
Categories:
christian, faith, heaven, hope, inspirational, religious, spiritual, life, love,
Come go with me to eternity,
To find our own Dreamland
Together we’ll walk, hand in hand
And live our fantasy.
Those we love will all be there
Of this you can be sure.
Our life will always be secure
And free from all despair.
The blessings that were ours’ here
Will also greet us there
And life continued as a pair
Will not know one single tear
There you’ll see through eyes of God
What your love means to me
For love that’s always meant to be --
The angels will applaud
I do believe there’s such a place --
It will not seem so odd
To stand before Almighty God
And touch His loving face.
Written By John Posey
12/30/12
by Layla Elkoulily |
Categories:
adventure, allegory, angst, beautiful, boyfriend, brother, child, dad, daughter, death, depression, devotion, faith, father, fear, forgiveness, freedom, funeral, girl, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, happiness, hope, introspection, life, loss, love, miracle, mom, mother, mystery, places, sister, soldier, sorry, sympathy, uplifting, war, wife, woman, women,
People were
Many things.
Strange or not
People were
Different and
Odd and fun.
People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all
People were
And still are
Strange and odd.
People are
People. For
life is life.
Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from
Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move
But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.
Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.
Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.
Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.
Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.
Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.
Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.
by John Smith |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, me,
A boob man I could be.
Yours do titillate me,
so jiggly and bouncy.
The two of them and me,
a love triangle we.
But your butt's what sends me
skyward. My ecstasy
comes when I get to see
that vertical cleft be
creased horizontally.
Those two mounds' little 'v'
that sits like a cherry
on a Sundae ought be
against some law. A 'Pee-
ping Tom' it entraps me.
Odd parts entice. Dimply
knees charm, and those curvy
flanks get me all squeezie.
But you bent overly;
Wow! That's pure poetry.
*2nd place in F Hererra's contest 'Erotica' 11/30/11.
by Lei Strauss |
Categories:
funny love,
She’s 65 and got lost her love…
He’s 22 waiting for his right one.
Love strikes at them mysteriously.
Believe it’s a love of infinity.
World disagrees in their odd affection.
How could they be so in love to one another?
People would judge coz of their age…
Doesn't really matter if they are out of the cage.
Forget bad things that they have heard.
What matters most is their innocent love.
Blubbers could always say what they want.
Could not break the castle that they've made.
This odd love is one of the best.
Age doesn't matter if you’re truly in love.
She 65 and she’s his queen.
He’s 22 and he’s her prince.
Love raids at them immensely.
It’s a love that prevails to anybody.
by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories:
boyfriend, bridal shower, deep, desire, future, girlfriend, wisdom,
To dampen essence is joy unknown.
As a couple, we have united our spirits to
manifest our souls fulfilling our
emotions as integral parts.
Lovers’ spirits amalgamated.
Your depth has fused.
This love affair will intensify.
We are users of lover’s lair and
abusers of the time we have.
We are brought sense not borrowed.
We take chances not risks.
If we fail, we knew we probably would.
Let us gamble on love and our existence.
This is just a love poem.
An odd that has its forewarning
that our life is meant to each other.
The omens are worthy.
Conjugal…connubial
__________________|
Penned April 27, 2014!
by Viv Wigley |
Categories:
humor, science, universe,
The Large Hadron Collider was built deep beneath the Earth
to help reveal the secrets of the Universe's birth.
I'm not quite sure what benefits this expensive research brings
but I wish that they would give answers to more important things-
Like, when you're in a rush, why all the traffic lights are red,
why every night the missus takes up four-fifths of the bed.
If love has got no spikes or blades, why does it often hurt?
And how does boiled beetroot know you're wearing a white shirt?
So, Scientists, splitting a proton just to find what it unlocks,
maybe in the black hole you'll find a pile of my odd socks?
by Clifford Villalon |
Categories:
funny, sad, words, writing,
Ideas conveyed in trails of semantics
Or moving over horse and bars in gymnastics
Tumbling, rolling, scribbling phonetics
Reeling, shrilling, scorching like ballistics
Quibbling over ideas and reams of whims
Rattling odd stories of soul's whines and trims
Yours is the power over lines and grims
Absolution or redemption atop one's dreamed
old gym hymns