Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls,
smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless
with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues
sparkled with crystals of dew;
glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light,
in the month of showers and flowering bowers.
Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil
like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun.
Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light;
clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams,
climbing a golden ladder of sunlight.
Crystalline morning softly stroked your face:
a sleeping jewel, gently polished
by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2012
Ok let's go up to the fire tower, talk with Ranger Ricky, Heh, heh,. What's so funny Harry. When I was a kid we use to watch the Ranger Ricky Show. He would run Popeye the Sailor cartoons and every week He would say "An a very Hap-py Birthday to the viewers."An a very Hap-py Birthday to Harry, he is 8 years old today.He helps his Mom around the house by doing the dishes and sweeping the floors. Morning Rick, morning Harry, I've been expecting you. I have some bad news, the avalanch started at the top of Demons Bluff. Your chances of finding those kids are slim and even slimmer finding them alive. There is some good news, 7 members of Killington Rescue have joined the search.That's great, the four of us have 2 advantages, we only have to climb 50 feet to the top of the mountain. Demons Bluff is on the otherside, down hill with very little snow
for 3 quarters of a mile. What's the secound reason asked Billy. Harry cooks as well
as he knows this mountain, he is an Ace Rick, stop! Alright, I have 5 thermo-laser poles, should we bring the 5th one. Yep, I'll carry it.
To be Cont.
Author's note: This all took place in less than a 5 minute span if you think we were Dilly-dallying
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2012
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Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Birthday comes once in a year
It comes every year of your life
A reminder of the day you came to be
A day you truly know nothing about
But a day you are truly celebrated.
My birthday comes on the seventeenth
I was seventeen on the seventeenth
The day was unique because of the numbers
Got a unique birthday gift from my Dad
My birthday gift a special birthday suit.
On my special suit on my special day
I looked pleasant and radiant
My friends all complimenting my suit
As the birthday boy I reveled in encomiums
I exude the aura of a royal prince.
My friends in their exuberance popped drinks
I was bathed in drinks of different tastes
My birthday suit did come to ruins
My birthday suit just for my birthday
Truly a special gift for a special birthday.
Copyright © Raymond Emeka-Mbah | Year Posted 2012
Wish was sent to agree,
And mouth was given to wish,
And heart was made to joy,
For I still beg to come true.
I dream for what I can’t,
And I do what I can.
My friends were born in a stage
Of thousand and lakes,
But I was born in the class of hundred.
I wore sweater for its cold,
But my friend wore blazer of its winter.
I play with stone,
But my friend plays with coins.
I cried with tears,
But my friend cried with things.
I travel with bus,
But My friend travel with plane.
I wish big dream,
But my friend still wishes their childhood
For they don’t know,
Times still travelling with those endless river,
Day will go slowly,
But time will run fast
For there is no wish to come again
It’s always better to be poor in earth
And wise in heaven.
Nehemiah theophylus haokip
Copyright © Nehemiah T. Haokip | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
In a corner of the garden
where the honeysuckle blooms,
where the air is sweetly scented
with a mixture of perfumes,
High above me in the willow
sits a snow white turtle dove,
who sings his wife a ballad
to celebrate their love,
I watch the evening sun create
such colours in the sky,
almost as if to imitate
the rose trees just nearby,
In this corner of the garden
all my birthdays should be spent,
for the gifts that live around me
are most truely heaven sent.
Copyright © June Fone | Year Posted 2010
Green crescent arms reach out on each side,
embracing a shimmering sea.
Golden beach smiles neath foliage dense,
as young girl treads where hermit crabs hide.
Seeking them out on mission intense,
to fill mom’s jar to the brim, you see,
with bait, before the incoming tide.
Low tide quiet is soon breached from afar,
as waves crash on the outer reef.
Napping seashore slowly awakens,
his lapping yawns show girl with jar,
that her crabs will soon be taken;
their sacrifice she feels with mild grief.
Mom smiles and girl’s spirit will not mar.
Seashore now stretches and growls,
as if irate at being awoken,
but soon feels better and starts to tap,
a regular beat as mom scowls,
into sun, adjusting her fishing cap.
With deft hands she casts crab token,
and sea gives enough for large bowls.
The distant waves now join seashore.
Together they bounce and dance,
to an ancient rhythm of time,
rising higher as mom comes ashore.
She preps the fish and squeezes lime,
while girl watches in quite a trance,
as mom regales her with tales of yore.
2/2/2016 US Time.
(written with fond memories of mom – her birthday was Feb. 3rd – Fiji time)
Copyright © Sun Woods | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
I’ve hard all day
3 jobs, Uni and voluntary work, no pay
Run a shop
I clean and mop
I teach and learn
I smile while I earn
I keep in touch
I want a peaceful night that isn’t much.
I don’t get this at such
I hear snores and giggles
My head spins and wriggles
No consideration for me
I cry and get angry
On my birthday once I asked for some sleep
I don’t see a birthday present that is any cheap
Copyright © R Kumari | Year Posted 2005