Everybody hates liars
But everybody lies
Does that make us hypocrites?
Everybody loathes death
But everybody dies (eventually)
We simply fear the inevitable.
Everybody hates cruelty
But everyone is cruel
Denial is our worn out tool.
Everyone hates learning
But everyone goes to school
We go because we have dreams and we want to convert into those dreams.
The only thing that would change that
Is if your action your lie, or cruelty shatters, ruins, or crumbles
Someone else or you
And if they forgive you
Well anybody can forgive if they try but not every
Can you forgive yourself?
Ode to someone I love so much
But only say the bad and ugly about
She buys the chive cheese, flaxseed breed,
And spinach wraps that only I eat.
One time at night I was angry at
the world, and her too.
She slipped a Prince Polo bar
Underneath my bedroom door. (My Favorite)
When I was little she taught
Me how to read and to do multiplication.
I learned how to shave
How to cook scrambled eggs.
There was a time I was really
Quiet and she braided my hair.
I did everything she asked
And I never asked for anything back.
Things changed on the flip on a dime
I was suddenly tall as a tree
Loved football, loved power tools,
Loved law and order SVU and spending
A lot of time at the movies
The beautiful, touching language of Polish
Became one of Harsh tones
Ode to my mother for having
The patience to cook, garden, vacuum
And still love me.
She shortens all my jeans
Deals with the very unlady-like screaming at Bears game.
(Every Single Sunday)
Ode to my mother for having four kids
We all went to different colleges
She let us all have the honor of band
The pure love of music
Her and my father
Spent literally a fortune of their
Money. Instruments for all of us.
Lessons. She came to every concert.
She was the field trip mom.
We always brought the best desserts too.
Ode to her beauty and love for Julia Roberts.
Ode to her love of dancing.
Ode to the culture I love.
The culture I am.
Ode to taking my picture on the
First day of high school.
To cooking and teaching me to
Be calm, gentle, and lady-like. (trying)
Trying to instill in my soul
Taking me to church.
For giving me the two biggest
Gifts which are life and Antonina.
You laughed so much when
You watched Elf. I smiled all night.
I am sorry for everything.
There are too many things
I have said I want to take back.
I am so sorry I ripped
That necklace off my neck
Five years ago. You left my room
In so much pain.
Przepraszam. (I’m Sorry.)
Ode to your love mom
To your language
To you curling my hair,
Making me Chicken Tuna
Making me just tea.
Ode to watching Steel Magnolias.
Kocham Cie. (I love you.)
Till the day
I go to
Meet my maker
And much much
Longer than that.
Ode to your hair
Your Spongebob laugh
That way you save money so we can survive
That way you have a green thumb
That way you drive me to school
That way you will let go one day
So I can fly
Dziekuje (Thank you)
Ode to Gadies and Lettermen
To sitting across from a complete stranger on August 26th
And reading “Hills like White Elephants”
Ode to Nicole the page princess
Ode to Liz Marie the 1st spiritual leader, blunt and fierce
To the chalkboard and that darn desk that is always loose
To the window that displays only a moment in time
Ode to Civil Peace, Building fires, and Sweat
Ode to living out a Saturday night live skit
For drinking water, coffee, or chocolate milk
And listening to Nick’s wise insight about a story
Or simple pride to say he man handles things
Ode to Ben for declaring a boy becomes a man at age 13
Ode to McKenzie for her insight during The Guest,
Choosing structure over freedom
Ode to Spencer for history lessons and beer critiques
To greasy lakes and Open Boats
Ode to Patrick’s memorable quote about what the blind actually see
To Paul’s open-mindedness – thank you for truly diving into the stories
And seeing so many details, giving us so much to think about
Ode to Scriveners, yellow wallpaper, red convertibles and rocking horses
Ode to Liz for being so peaceful, calm amongst the storm
To Megan for having her i-pod and head on straight, sitting in the back, a buffer
To Brian’s skepticism and humor and baseball caps
Ode to Vlad’s indifference and Antonio’s ability to answer
Questions on the flip of a dime when all seems lost
To Nell, my lucky ninja for sharing her frustration of violent video games
During the things we carried discussion
We all sat there quietly, I tried to imagine it but I just lost myself in realizing
We are not as desensitized as we may think
I foolishly went on and on talking like I had some right others didn’t
I apologize for my loudness and my annoying at times presence.
My many tangents
I apologize for calling foul and pounding on the table like the child
In The use of Force
Ode to Bill for reading
And always being able to say from beginning to end what happened
Ode to Mielas for pointing out the great depression and discussing Native Americans
Ode to chrysanthemums, happy endings, greasy lakes, cathedrals, and the guest
To Desiree’s baby and the newborn thrown…
Ode to Megan’s Solace on the side
Ode to Elly’s grace, glasses, giggle and spot on analysis
This is my Ode to Professor Davros for listening to what ever we
Had to say and for taking jokes with a gram of salt
For coming to class and getting a migraine no doubt
But for absorbing all of our babble into something that makes sense
We sit transfixed, bedazzled.
Some loud, some quiet
Some laughing some texting
Some tired, others pumped for discussions
Ode to Occurrences at Bridges, Necklaces, and Real Things
We came as ordinary people and learned where we are
And where we have been
Leaving my desk and chair I emerge towards the door, and stand realizing
“I prefer not to.”