Titanic Voyage
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry

Titanic Voyage

To sail upon a grand white ship

It was my heart's one true desire

My love would not deign me anything

His devotion could reach no higher

She was to sail upon the sea

Her maiden voyage would occur

Two tickets my gift from him

Titanic the name they gave her

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She was the most majestic ship

Her mass the largest of them all

My mind we full with views of grandeur

Guaranteed were against her fall

Our station was first class indeed

The standers as perfect as expected 

Not a thing was out of place

Obvious it had been inspected

..

From England to America through

Was our true and steady route

I did care not for where my destination

My voyage would be my pursuit

The state rooms were just lovely

The promenade a pure delight

Details counted for everything

The dinning room shown at night

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My love and I walked the decking

Romantic it was so for me

The salt sea air upon my brow

The love of my life all I can see

I barely noticed the lifeboats

That hung ready for the brink

They would never be in needing

The Titanic would never sink

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I had breakfast with the Aster's

They were really quite pleasant 

My love was not too thrill with me

When I chatted with a peasant

I understood out stations there

However cruel they have seemed

My heart did good to do it though

Her hardened face it truly beamed

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That eve at dinner I did fret

I knew that something was amiss

My love told me I fuss too much

Yet I had never felt anything like this

Hours past the ship did shake

My love he held me to him

We did not know what happened

But I knew our future was grim

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The cabin boy knocked on the door

Lifejackets for precaution sake

It's just a drill quick he told us all

Though the smile he held was fake

I put my jacket onto me

My love did not think it required

After my persisting of him

He wore it instead of retire

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Out on the decks was an eerie quiet

Though the crew was running about

For just a drill seemed odd to me

Why were they all off station and out

My love he spied the engineer

He requested a moment's time

Is this for real he asked of him

It is he said and the fault is mine

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My head it raced my heart it stopped

What were all we souls now to do

A quick look at the lifeboats assured

There weren't nearly enough far too few

My love he whisked me to one

He begged me please be kept

I did not want to leave him there

As I bid him my love I wept

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As my tiny boat set oar I could tell

They were not filling them as could

With too few boats at their disposal

Many more souls aboard is they should

My love was left on Titanic

I could see her floundering quick

I would loose him this night tragic

As I watched her go down I was sick

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So many souls were lost with Titanic

On the ship that would never sink

A burial at sea was not a necessity

If someone had bothered to think

She was to sail upon the sea

Her maiden voyage would occur

Two tickets my gift from him

Titanic the name they gave her

©2008 M. Eileen O'Dea all rights reserved

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Migraine
Current mood: worried
Category: Writing and Poetry

Migraine

Like a lover long tossed to the wind

you return with a vengeance to scourge me.

With nothing but your revenge to drive you

my pain is your only reward and your delight.

Sheer agony you shower upon my body

till nothing I can see nor hear from the pain.

So relentless are you for days at a time

that I feel I may never survive your attack.

My defenses a futile for stronger are you

I've nothing to fight off your stabbing relent.

To ride out your borage is my only recourse

and I pray that you tire much sooner than late.

At last I can feel it your strength it is waning

though you pummel still in your fall.

My arsenal now seem to take some affect

you're loosing your grip on me slowly but sure.

Near gone to me now I know I can rest

assured that this particular battle is done.

However I know from times in the past

you'll return like a lover whose been scorned.

©2008 M. Eileen O'Dea all rights reserved

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In the Quiet
Current mood: blissful
Category: Writing and Poetry

In the Quiet

You open your arms I fall into them

Together on the sofa we both lay

My fingers intertwine with yours soft

You play with the curls in my hair

The rain on the window plays our song

As we sit so blissful in the quiet

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The minutes drift away now into hours

Together still we lay contently so

I gently sigh in sheer joy with loves air

You hold me even closer so warm

The storm outside never causes caution

As we sit so blissful in the quiet

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Time no longer matters to our thinking

Heaven is where we are there to stay

Our embrace gives us both was needed

You kiss me ever softy upon my face

The weather now has cleared we care not

As we sit so blissful in the quiet

© M. Eileen O'Dea all rights reserved

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He’s Coming Home
Current mood: thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry

He's Coming Home

Flowers surround her hospital bed

Her newborn baby slept in her arms

As dreams of her husband filled her

She thought soon he would be home to them

Voices commotion heard in the hall

Something was wrong she felt, knew

As the door opened she began to tear

She knew soon he would be home to them

Smiles masked the terror she felt within

Her newborn slept in her shaking arms

As they told he was a hero to us all

And soon he would be coming home to them

Alone brokenhearted in her hospital bed

She held her newborn baby close to her

Her tears for her husband softly fell

He was coming home to them forever

©2008 M. Eileen O'Dea all rights reserved

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Yes Mistress ~ Vrey Erotic
Current mood: naughty
Category: Writing and Poetry

Yes Mistress

I have stripped you naked

in the corner you stand

With my black silk scarf

I tie back your hands

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I know that you crave it

the torture I'll impress

With those two magic words

you start it, Yes Mistress

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I lie on the bed showing you

my secret position its wet

With my finger I engage there

you want, not yet

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I observe your cock jumping

it urns where I digress

Sheer craving it inflames you

please oh now, Yes Mistress

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I surrender into my happiness

your pain delights me so

Excited though its killing you

my flesh you long to know

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I see the passion past constraint

it make me want no less

I ask you if you want me now

Yes oh, Yes Mistress

©2008 M. Eileen O'Dea all rights reserved

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The Beckoning Sea
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Beckoning Sea

The sandy shores of the sea they beckon me

From my home atop the mountain I can hear

Waves upon the rocks so free they call to me

Summoning me home where my soul belongs

The salty air it is swirling nearly reaching me

While miles keep me from its exhilarating feel

Hangs there in my mind oh so long it taunts me

Reminding of the place I know should be mine

The calming seas blue green are waiting for me

Soon my journey there will come my reward paid

Joys will overflow my heart elation finally for me

Reuniting me and my beloved ocean at last forever

©2008 M. Eileen O'Dea all rights reserved

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Body Art
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Body Art

Steeped in traditions deep tribal proud,

Emblem customary men in arms conventional.

Grand art as vast as brand them selves left,

Custom and convention their mark did fall.

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Soaked in shadowed malignancy signify sin,

Evidence perpetual souls in bondage unconventional.

Crude design so vile as brand on them ever left,

Evil and impurity their numbers mark did fall.

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Insertion in aesthetics deep admiration again proud,

Illustrations coveted all in pleasure customary.

Vast artistry so lavish as brand on them individual left,

Whim and fancy their mark dose fall.

©2006 M. Eileen O'Dea

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Colleen O’Grady to her Sister-In-Law Megan
Current mood: determined
Category: Writing and Poetry

Colleen O'Grady to her Sister-In-Law Megan

There are all together multitudes of fashions of tyranny dear Megan,

Impress my very words my sweet sister.

Alas my notice had fallen upon such accost in your direction,

Ill under receipt by hand per say my brother,

And discomforted am I by his unjust decorum.

Though be exceedingly circumspect in his ill-treatment dear Megan,

Evident my observe his lash upon thy self misuse he you daily.

Sore under inspection evident the sheer attack,

And disheartened am I by his abrupt cast.

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Your hardihood nearest the must conger for your sanity Megan,

Heed my prompt speed my sweet sister.

Alas thy time will diminish as my brother strengthen his sheer conquer.

Bare heedence thy will rise under vast opprobrium,

And unleash the shackles upon your very soul.

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For august and agile is thy master and vanquish dear Megan,

Fast my assurance my sweet sister.

Forsuth it is not time forsaken as you rise like a phoenix in glory,

Shine poised thy time is nigh my dear sister.

As last thy will shall shine above the hidden Tierney,

And bear out your true embodiment and free from bondage your sole.

©1999 M. Eileen O'Dea all rights reserved      

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Painting Poetry Challenge
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Writing and Poetry

I haven't done a challenge for a very long time. I think we need to fix that, don't you? I have chosen one of my painting for our inspiration. Lets just see how many different ideas we can come up with for this watercolor.

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The Witch ~ This is a Long one!
Current mood: blustery
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Witch

It was a cold and dark and rainy day, when my dog released himself from his sturdy yet decaying backyard chain. Quickly I reached for my old reading shawl. My garden shoes would have to do. I must have looked a fright like most of us country folk do. When it rains and we must venture outside. My dogs leash I held tight in my hand as I started down the road. On that cold dark and rainy day.

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It felt like I walked for hours calling out. I was soaking wet and madder by the minute. Acting on a hunch I turned down a little travels road. Looked just right to invite a traveling pooch. I had not been there before. Quite different was its feeling. Yet I continue my task searching for my friend.

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The rain stopped but the wind was cold. The trees they bent to meet me. Was then I saw quite by chance the bundles hanging down from them. How odd I thought a sight to see. One like I'd seen no other. I ventured on uneasy now a chill went to my bones. I called my dog but no reply. I quickened up my pace. This road was leading somewhere new quite different I could tell.

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Wind chimes now I hear ahead I guess there is a home there. Could be my pal went visiting I guess I'll travel on. The trees they now are wearing bright ribbons from their branches. A fire's smell from someone's stove with odd familiar odor. A little further I spot a cottage and yes it has a light on. And sitting there on the front step my dog like he belonged there. Another chill as I grew near a figure at the window. My quest is clear must get my dog what ever might await me.

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As I approach I leash my dog who seems content to stay there. The door knob moves my heartbeat jumps the wind stops dead and sudden. I take a breath and shake my head what on earth could I be thinking? This day and age why should I fret why should my limps be shaking? The door it creeks and opened slow the figure steps right out. A smiling young lady not menacing at all as if I am alright. Oh yes I assure it's just my pet who's taken to your house. She looks at me all soaking wet and offers me some tea.

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 What harm a cup of tea would make. My dog sees quite at home here. I enter thanking gratefully the door closes behind me. Your fire I smelled I tell the girl. It has a familiar aroma. Is sage sticks she explains as she pours tea. It chases away bad spirits. I see I say careful not to laugh as I take a sip of tea. What blend is this I had to ask the taste is new to me. It's rainy days she tells with a smile she made it all herself. From herbs she grows right out in back. And now I look around.

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Her home is filled with oddities and things I can not mention. How strange I did not notice them when first I came to sit. Next to her chair upon a table a collection of crystal balls. While at her feet a jet black cat lye sleeping quite contently. The walls they hold no pictures but hanging there instead are bundles of sweet lavender and herbs of every type. A glance into the other room and something caught my eye. Dozens of blue bottles with a ladle quite near by.

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I knew I should not ask her it really wasn't proper. But my curiosity got the better of me. I simple had to inquire. Might you be an herbalist? I asked her with a smile. She laid down her tea and smiled back. Then leaned forward with a wink. Why has no one yet told you? Don't you know who you're talking to? I was sure the gossips must have told. I am a witch I've always been.

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She told me of her calling how it's religion plane and simple. A way of life a love of nature quite peaceful and misunderstood. As she talked the clouds departed to a fresh and sunny day. Her cottage now looked rather quaint and smelled of savory things. She really was quite sweet. How bad no one paid her attention. An evil thing they thought she was by lore and reputation.

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As I walked home just having met my first real witch I mused upon my experience. What began as something gave me a chill straight to the bone. Turned out to be new friendship might never have boon. If not by chance I walked that road or my pup had not escaped. Or even more so if I had heard from those who gossip with whips that sting, before knowing the truthlessness of which they speak. 

 ©1990 M. Eileen O'Dea All rights reserved

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