ODES

ODE:

ODE OF ALICE

Alice who fell to wonderland , You reminded us to continue dreaming. You told us it's okay to reach our hand, To where our imagination is heading.

Your adventures inspired hope, And you gave us courage as you stroll. It's okay to let go of reality's rope, And to fall through the rabbit hole.

I don't know why you would even want to exit. The best people possess those eccentric ways, Like the mad hatter or the shuffling rabbit. Alice, were you in a daze?

-Aliya Taleon

ODE:

ODE OF NATURE’S BEAUTY

Nature’s beauty Is God’s most utmost creation That can be seen by everyone in the city And can catch anyone’s attention

The trees said “I’ll give you air to breath” The leaves says “I’ll give you shade under the heat” When your tired take a rest just beneath My leaves enjoying the wind’s cool breeze while you sit

The trees’ dances while the wind passes by The path where the beautiful flowers sit and where bees eat their pie. Where birds are the choir and natures’ talented band.

-Angel Marie Gomed

ODE:

ODE OF IMAGINATION

Living a life full of imagination By a pendulum of half-truths and lie Pretending to be the main character of my illusion Hurting myself as if I want to die.

Running away from reality is quite fun For today it is windy and bitter cold, I think it is better when I go and run Since I have no one to hold.

Day dreaming they said, A life with no permanent joy My body is just living but my mind is dead Years of tears for the one she could not enjoy.

- ARIANNE OLIVEROS

ODE:

ODE OF SHEETS OF GOLD

A blue that never sees Beyond the blue sea Adjuration between flees Barely beaded by a flea

Difficult is we When one's have disparity How wealth is to be When things aren't commonly.

Clan that needs clarity Oftentimes perception in a common glee. In times of merriment two has become between that comes in one decency. Great is to be in a coterie.

-Ann Marie De Oca

ODE:

ODE OF NIGHTMARE

PHOTO FROM: PINTEREST EDITED BY LOUISE MILLENA Once a nightmare did textiles a shade, Where on grass seem I lay. My fairy-godmother bed, That a voyager lost its way.

Anxious, wildered and forlorn, Over a lot of tangle spray. Dark, ignorant and travel-worn, All crushed, I heard her say.

Those youth, do they cry? Now they look around to see me, Do they hear my sigh? Now go back and weep for me.

-Annie Lou Doctora