ODE TOLIFE The world is full of mysteries, and doubts.Some things too unspeakable, like devastating events.That’s too hard to forget. And some things,Impossible to live without.Like, love, or him above.
Beyond the horizon, hence the sea, is pure life.That’s too beautiful to describe through my very eyes.Like the horizon as I wisen I start to conclude,The world is not about fighting fire with fire,That ends up in a ball of smoke. It’s about uniting;Together with the ones you love the most.
Disgust, despair and dismay won’t do.What’s inside you is what matters mostIt’s important,It’s even greater than the great deep blue.Life is love, peace, and sanity. That Strengthens the youth,And I surely, speak the truth. ~Esther Animalu Ode Ice CreamIce cream, Oh Ice cream,How I love you so much,Your amazing flavors,Gives me a rush!Oh, so creamy and milky,My taste buds just POP!After I put a spoonful of you in my mouth,I just can’t seem to stop!Your smooth and dreamy,When you melt on my mouth,You are enjoyed by all people,from the North to the South.Delicious and cold,On a burning hot summer day,The first thought that enters my mind,Is your sweet taste to save the day.Late at night,When I hear the Ice cream trucks tune,I quickly grab my shoes and money,And out the door I ZOOM!Ice cream, Oh ice cream,How I love you so,Just as much you will never know!~Sara Schiffman 601Ode to Popeye’s FriesPopeye’s, oh, popeye’s,How do you do it?You produce the mostWonderful, delicious, delectable, exquisite,Mouth watering, fit for a KINGFrench fries. Thin layer of crispiness on the outside,Soft and velvety on the inside,Seasoned with only the best, of the bestMy mouth turns into a watering pool every time. Smells as if I were in an incredible,French fry wonderland.Warms up my hands as I pick up each oneAnd deliver it into my mouth. You are my pal, my best French fry friend,Grumbling for your deliciousnessIt’s sad when I kill you but my stomach is SO happy. Ode to Popeye’s fries,You create a rainbow in my heart.You warm me up in the winter when I swallow you down,I feel like I’m flying into heaven when I get you.You are not just sticks of potatoes,You complete me with your savory flavor. An Ode to My Cat Meow, Meow, your funny little noise,Used when you want food.So loud and powerful,My spoiled little Brooke.Purr, Purr, your melodious noise,Like the a soft engine running on happiness,Used when you are comfortable and bliss,Then you place upon me a kiss,With your scratchy-soft tongue. Oh how I love the way you play like a toddler,Never tiring or finished,Knocking down bottles and others objects,Exploring new places,Inside our big house. I love the way you act like you can understand,You comfort me with soft purrs and scratchy kisses when I am feeling down,You are the ringmaster in your one cat circus when I am feeling bored.It’s like you’re a person,The way you listen attentively,Oh how I love you. I love your fur,So soft like a piece of silk.Such unique patterns of brown, gray and black.Never have I seen any cat,Quite like you, Brooke. Your big eyes look at me,Your pupils different each time,Sometimes like a snake,Sometimes like a begging puppy,But they’re always a radiant green. You wake us up in the cutest wayLooking for food and to play,Like you’re waking up your maid and chef,You pounce on us and knock down things,‘Till we start the day by feeding you. Oh how I love you,You keep me happy,You make me laugh,And you are mine.- Ciara Burke Ode to my GrandpaGrandpa, if you didn’t knowI love you more than words can say!You were like a father to me.You protected me like a knight in shining armor,You fed me and made sure I was never sad.I miss you.Why did you have to leave me?I love you and I always will.You probably don’t know this but that night you left,i stood up the whole night crying.I thought you would have been at my wedding,or met your grand kids.I remember when you helped me get an A on my P.E project,And when we used to stay in the garagewith Sincere and Jasmineand you would teach us the old days songsand we thought we were rock stars,And when we used to sing the songs ” Brick in the Wall” ,” Don’t Stop Believing”, ” Cold as Ice” , and ” Diamond Girl”I miss those days so much.The day of your memorial was like a heart breaker.It was so sad everybody was crying their eyes out,That was by far, the worst day of my life.I remember when everybody gave a speech,except me because just listening to everybody’s, made me cry.When everybody was finished,I ran to Vanessa and started crying.She took me to her room and had me wash my face,she lent me a pair of glasses so that nobody can seemy eyes because they were as red as the devilshe mad me promise to cry no more tears becausenow, you were in no more painI remember when you told me about the pains that you werehaving on the left side of your stomach,which turned out to be pancreatic cancer.I remember when you used to scream at me like a lion,but now I know you were only trying to make me strongerand now I know that you loved me just like I loved you!- Cynthia RosadoOde to My FriendsPeople who stay by mePeople who care for meThe ones that don’t betray meThe ones that are like the siblings I never hadThose are my friendsWe fightAnd not talk for a whileBut we always come back and get some gumballsWe laugh about it the day afterThose are my friendsThey made me fake names thinking it was cuteThey care for the real me the me that’s insideWe comfort each other when we’re sickWe visit each other without hesitationWe meet when we canMaking plansSetting datesSeeing each other is getting harder and harderBut I always hear their voicesCalling for meAnd I answer backWait for meI’m still hereThey’re still waitingLike true friendsWhen I cry they cry with meThey make me feel betterWith every word I followI’m their followerTheir discipleThey think they follow meThey only listen because they want toMy best friendsBut I know somedayI will forget them But when that happens I’ll make new onesUntil then they’re by my sideWorking togetherMy dearest and closest friendsI could write a million things to describe each of youI know you so wellMy truest friends…………-Haley Davis Ode To My SisterMy sister is the greatest friendI’ve ever hadShe is never selfishAnd always caringShe holds my hand when I am illShe talks to me after I have a nightmarePours my cereal in the morningMakes a great bowl of
microwave popcornShe lets me wear her clothes..SometimesShe loves her computer, but lets me use it anywayHer last piece of chocolate usually ends up in my bellyShe won’t let me win in games, I have to earn itWe don’t always get along, but she loves me anywayMy sister, my friend, Taylor-Julia Maldonado Ode to Trees Giant trunk covered in brown barkLong, pointy, crooked branchesBranches like old women’s bent fingersYou can see them in Central ParkHome to squirrels and birdsA place for enjoyment alone or with friendsThe shady tree protects us from the sunFamilies picnicking, having funChildren laughing as they play hide and go seekDogs barking, jumping, and runningDifferent colored leaves all through the yearWide, small, differentlyLeaves changing color like the color of the rainbowLeaves falling gently like the first fall of snowNo oxygen to breathe without treesThe world would look empty and nakedThey will disappearThey like to hibernate in DecemberSleep, sleep, and sleep to springThey will like us to remember-Mark Nardella Ode to My HandsOne ,Two,Three All ten Smooth, purple veinsflowupward to the long, bonyfingers. They hold things,pull things,grab things,feel things,touch things. They are like my tentaclestransmittingall kinds of sensationsto my brain. I try and care for themby applyinglotions,creams trying tokeep them tender. Brown ,speckled spotsare quietly beginningto appear.They are called age spots. They spring up suddenly like daffodilsin a frost covered garden
However unlike the flowersThe spots are forever.Some even spread.
Yet, it’s okay.It is what it is.I am getting older andMy hands arereminders of time.
We have been throughA lottogether.
They were there clutchingmy dad’s hand on thefirst day of kindergarten.
They were there to holdmy pen firmly as I learnedto write my words.
They were there to caress myhusband’s hand and wearmy wedding ring.
They were there toStroke gently my babies ‘Soft, pink skinas they nursed at my breast.They were there to release my mother’s handas she slipped away from us toanother world.
They are with me day –to-day,Reaching, reaching.
My hands-my-ten fingers-are my extensions to the world.-Ms.BerhardtOde to FoodFood, oh food, such a lovely treat!With your fruits, vegetables and milk products too.You keep me fed ‘till midnight tonight!Yummy and healthy that keeps me alive. Your apples are so smooth, your watermelon so big.Your ice cream is so cold, your peanut butter so sticky.Your pickles are so sour, your milk so creamy.I love you food, for the meals you give me Food, oh, food, I love you so muchWith a bite and a crunch in each yummy fruit.You keep me alive with your healthy snacks,That tastes greater than candy itself! Your rosy red tomato like a sponge,Squeezes out the bloody juice inside with a slight touch.Your extremely delicious soup is a river,Flowing down the hill in my mouth, toward my stomach.Your emerald green broccoli is like a flower,With its green top sprouting out like petals on a chunky green flower.Food, oh, food, you’re just so great! Food, oh, food, with lovely smells.Spices mixed with rice, carrots and peas.The scent drifted away and into my nose,It smells so good, I just want more!I’ll come upon you, food and I’ll gobble you down.I’ll give a satisfied burp and walk away. Food, oh, food, I love you so much.You make my world whole,You make my life long. -Shirley Xia Ode to HeartsThe heart of a young girl,Is fragile and delicate,And often taken for granted. Given and passed,Boys never seem to realize The importance of caring for it.It never comes back,Without a crack.When not handled with care,It will shatter Your heart is your life,Pulsing and beating,it sends love throughout your body. It will break,At least once.The pain will be unbearable.You will never want to love again.Love hurts,Your heart will scream in agony. But that’s not true.Loneliness hurts.Rejection hurts.But in truth,having someone care and love you heart,it the only thing that makes you feelWONDERFUL AGAIN.-Portia Vargas Ode to Chocolate:It’s brown and deliciousMelts in my mouthSweet and yummyFeels good in my tummy Like molten lava it flowsIn my mouthYou can find it in cakes and cookies and suchIn brownies and cupcakes and ice creamIt’s never too much Chocolate is so greatI love it so muchI just want you to knowYou can look but don’t touch Chocolate is my weaknessIt is so good can’t you seeIt is as yummy as yummyCan be As smooth as butterYou feelAnd taste so good Chocolate you are my sun shineMy protector of fearI always feel happy when you are near-Robin LandolfiMy ImaginationI am an eagle flying high in the sky,Among the clouds that dot the sky,Like paintings of many different things,I am a bee that flies low,Gathering pollen on beautiful flowers to eat,I am an ant on the ground looking for food,And scurrying around,I am a fish swimming even more deep,In rivers and lakes and even seas,One minute I am this,The next minute I am that,I go from a human to rabbit to a fat fluffy cat,I am an alien a poet or astronomer,I am a spy on a top secret mission,When I get out of this world,Away from it I fly,My imagination lets me be,Whatever I can see,It all depends on my desires,It’s the greatest gift for me,I can be whatever I want to be!-Yasmine MohamedOde to Shelter ShelterYour guardian angelYour haven A place to relaxA wonderlandA place of privacyProtectionRelaxationPeace You’re best friendYou’re place to cryTo laughTo act sillyTo be madShelter-Andrew Keblish“Ode To Moby”Oh MobyI miss you very muchhow sad it was when you went down the toiletYou were a great goldfishyou were as gold as a ringOh Mobychanged when you sunk to the bottomIn the middle you were greenlike grasswhite like snow around itBut mostly that wonderful goldOh Mobydidn’t make a noisenot once you were as quiet as a mouse I won you at the Halloween fair Oh MobyAll togetheryou were $6 but I didn’t care $1 to win youthe other $5 for food
Oh how sad it waswhen you sank to the bottom like a rockwhen you passed onI will miss youOh Moby-Donald Johnston