Ode to Odor
Oh, odor...
From where does thou cometh.
With your abrupt pungentness?
To lay so distinctly...
In once fresh air!
And...
Upon unexpecting noses,
With such effective attention...
You have manage to get and be given,
In a suspecting collectiveness.
Oh oh odor!
Fanning you...
Is a pointless act.
When you come to attack the senses...
There is a determination noticeably gained.
And the agony to breathe freely...
Is devoid of any patience!
Any...
That remains.
And so foolish are the aspects of retaliation.
Oh...
Odor!
You ought to go!
But where shall you go?
Odor...
You are so unwanted.
Since you came in through...
Closed doors and windows,
With that uninvited ooze...
You meant to leave.
It looks as if...
There is no choice but to wait,
Until you fade away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wind, One Brilliant Day
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'
'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'
'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'
poem by Antonio Machado
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Youthly Power
Sade in the youthly power
like the odor out of the flower
So, in the blosson within the flower
to understand the color of the flower
is the way to comprehend the feeling of the flower
and to feel the flower is by its power from the odor
poem by Shady ElShafie
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The jackfruit and the flies
One day in summer
We were eating a jackfruit
Suddenly some flies
Smelling odor from somewhere
Came as the unwanted guests.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Fake Flowers
ı do not like fake flowers
having no soul and odor
dry and like ice
they gaze with their icy..cold eyes
they tray to smell
but only in imitation
but have no smell or odor
ı n the natural flowers
you find the all the mixture and voices
of the colors and the odors
they smell
like a beloved..like a comrade..like a mother
and they flow into you
like a colorful fountain
one is man made
the other GOD made
one wavers and boasts ''ME..ME..MEE..
the other gives real friendship and love
and GOD..the one who looks at us
and protects us from above
Ali TURK KESKIN....translatı on Metin Ş AHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Definition Of The Frontiers
First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the persistent pressure of a river or a running tide.
This wind is from the other side and has an odor unlike the odor of the winds with us but like time if time had odor and were cold and carried a bitter and sharp taste like rust on the taste of snow or the fragrance of thunder.
When the air has this taste of time the frontiers are not far from us.
Then too there are the animals. There are always animals under the small trees. They belong neither to our side nor to theirs but are wild and because they are animals of such kind that wildness is unfamiliar in them as the horse for example or the goat and often sheep and dogs and like creatures their wandering there is strange and even terrifying signaling as it does the violation of custom and the subversion of order.
There are also the unnatural lovers the distortion of images the penetration of mirrors and the inarticulate meanings of the dreams. The dreams are in turmoil like a squall of birds.
Finally there is the evasion of those with whom we have come. It is at the frontiers that the companions desert us—that the girl returns to the old country
that we are alone.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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I Thought You Were So Sweet
I'm at a loss.
Because my feelings for you,
Have been tossed.
But at who's cost?
I'm at a loss.
I should feel crossed,
And upset...
But I'm more in awe,
You could leave me without cause.
There was no argument,
Before you put me down.
There was no hint or clue,
Before you kicked me to the ground.
Like a clown that you had made into your private joker.
Leaving me to feel I drove but you removed the motor.
Before I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
You bit me with a venom to poison me like a boa.
I'm at a loss.
Because my feelings for you,
Have been tossed.
But at who's cost?
I'm at a loss.
I should feel crossed,
And upset...
But I'm more in awe,
You could leave me without cause.
Like a clown that you had made into your private joker.
Leaving me to feel I drove but you removed the motor.
Before I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
You bit me with a venom to poison me like a boa.
You bowled me over just to bite me like a boa.
Leaving me to feel I drove but you removed the motor.
Like a clown that you had made into your private joker.
Before I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
You bowled me over just to bite me like a boa.
You bowled me over just to bite me like a boa.
I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Had I the Choice
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Homer with all his wars and warriors--Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
Or Shakespeare's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello--Tennyson's fair ladies,
Meter or wit the best, or choice conceit to weild in perfect rhyme, delight of singers;
These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter,
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
And leave its odor there.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Essences
The shadows that follow my essences,
capturing the invisible power that commands
the love of men kind; many thou of odor's
form an invisible rule, capturing the intoxicating
scent that blinds beauty.
Odor's, scent are capture from the most small
particle and pieces of existence, ruling each
movement awakening passion and lust.
The splendid orange blossoms that preserve my
youth, will then perish when age comes near.
But my scent will stay alive in every part of my
belongings and in every place of my existence,
and in the shadows of my death, the essence will
rule the existence of my lover taking a last breath,
my soul and spirit will take over to
assure my life will not be forgotten after I'm gone,
the essences the intoxicating scent of a woman's
skin will always rule the mind of men kind.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.
quote by William McFee
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Master and servant -- both have the same body odor.
There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
quote by Ethel Waters
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Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.
quote by Jean Rostand
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The burnt odor in Washington is from the disintegrating authority of the governing classes.
quote by William Greider
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The company of the wicked is like living in a fish market; one becomes used to the foul odor.
They have a little Odor—that to me
785
They have a little Odor—that to me
Is metre—nay—'tis melody—
And spiciest at fading—indicate—
A Habit—of a Laureate—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Unprofitableness
How rich, O Lord! how fresh thy visits are!
'Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hung
Sullied with dust and mud;
Each snarling blast shot through me, and did share
Their youth, and beauty, cold showers nipt, and wrung
Their spiciness and blood;
But since thou didst in one sweet glance survey
Their sad decays, I flourish, and once more
Breath all perfumes, and spice;
I smell a dew like myrrh, and all the day
Wear in my bosom a full sun; such store
Hath one beam from thy eyes.
But, ah, my God! what fruit hast thou of this?
What one poor leaf did ever I yet fall
To wait upon thy wreath?
Thus thou all day a thankless weed dost dress,
And when th'hast done, a stench or fog is all
The odor I bequeath.
poem by Henry Vaughan
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I see under that apple tree, there,
Three women who`re pretty and bare.
But cigars they do smoke
That bad odor provoke,
And they dizzy and silly appear.
quote by by Luis Estable
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A Poem That He Sent To His Ex-girlfriend
my poems shall mystify you
my words shall edify you
you make no sense now
at anytime or anyhow
your smell has turned into
the pungent odor of
dog urine
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet- God Is Very Patient
When all the land you see looks uneven;
The landscape looking rugged and filthy;
When all men seem worldly, anti-heaven;
Their minds and bodies, souls too unhealthy!
When all the air you breathe has odor foul;
By dust and smog and pollutants man-made;
No lung is spared, of man and beast or Owl,
And man lives lifespan shorter and must fade.
When all the deeds of men are self-centered,
Men live like Blood-suckers and Hounds and Fox;
Forgetting that all things are God-entered;
Man ignores soul as much as feet and socks!
The Earth appears like Wasteland everywhere!
Oh, ’Tis a wonder how the Lord canst bear.
poem by John Celes
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