Letting go of all the space in between
A theme, that use to be
Long gone before I woke
Sadly Today's my birthday
So here I am singing a song
Happy Birthday to myself
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
People make me smile the way
their eyes shine when they talk
about something they love
when they feed me food. Or tell
me how much they love me
when I look into someone's
eyes and see it I see that look
in their eyes I see love in them
When I see someone laugh and
have fun in what they do
The way they cry for there lost
When they give me a smile and
tell me how beautiful I am
People are beautiful well some
are and I wish someday I can
find someone who will look at
me and say "you have that look
in your eye" what look?
I want to find someone so
beautiful in the inside I can't
stay away they amaze me with
what they say an do how they
will dance in the rain and know
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a
rainy day and just talk about
I want someone beautiful
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
THE BIRTHDAY SONG
Old Happy Birthday
I've got painful arthritis everywhere
Hemorrhoids growing, they itch and flare
Blind but still driving, I don't care
I go to the mailbox in my underwear
I've got a bad smell, but I'm unaware
From each nostril, sprouts long grey hairs
Old Happy Birthday
THE BIRTHDAY CARD
O is for odd. All the odd places where hair has started to grow
L is for list. A list of all the medications I'm on to stay alive
D is for Depends. The adult diaper you can count on
A is for Alzheimer's and ummm, uh, never mind
G is for gas. All natural and no drilling needed
E is for eyesight. I can still read the obituary and know I'm not dead yet!
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Contest Name: Birthday and Aging Humor
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order
B names Birthdays you can't deny,
I spells Insipid to tell how they fly.
R sings Rest on your laurels today,
T says Taste your cake with no delay.
H gives History of birthdays till now,
D Dares to grab all that birthdays allow.
A taunts, "You are Aging too soon,"
Y stands to Yodel a birthday tune.
Birthdays come and birthdays go,
but you seem to stay the same
This time, however, you've reached
one to make you cringe in shame.
50 sounds so much older than 49
Now you'll be hearing all the time;
("May I see your discount card?")
being carded as when you hit 21
only you won't be having any fun.
You'll turn your back, and feign
you didn't hear that hated refrain
But hey, in today's sad economy
we will accept any paltry gain.
"Do you want the Senior menu?"
"With your Senior discount, that comes to . . . "
I've already had 25 years of that, so welcome to the club! You have officially crossed over into the fastest growing segment of the U. S. population, and have attained status as a certified member of The Seniors Club of America!
There was a woman who had a birthday
No age would she ever give away
Everyday she ate bran
Now regular on the can
A strong odor she did display.
The journey of life comes along the way
It is a natural occurrence of time
Sailing along the sea of tears
And in the fate of hatred
Travelling life with happiness
Smiled with no borders
Keeping connection to a heritage
Inherited from the forefathers
What is right should be fought
What is true must be taught
In the wave of change
Life is not a race
Just live and die where the space prepared
In peace, life must live!
Seeing yourself through
A full-length mirror
Through the endless deed
To day a mere reflection
Of yesterday dreams'
Yet to be opened
Dark Oh! so misty
Reality is only a myth
From the times'
Draped by the promises'
Of people we adore'
Knowing that freedom awaits'
Just beyond thy
From: "The Cross"
Xlibris book # 106627
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
“Birth day” is the actual day one exits from the womb, (thereafter, “birthday”, is but a colloquialism for the anniversary of that birth). Well … today is mine. I’m finally old enough to drive … (times 4.56!). Now, I’m old enough to vote … (times 3.476!). One of my sons, too, this month, will become a half-century old … which makes me realize: I’m older’n dirt!
It is truly amazing: Once you reach this age, it really, truly is incomprehensible that so many years have passed since taking that first breath – because our minds don’t allow us to think we’re “aged”! Our thoughts tell us we can still lift that couch … or a 100 lb. sack of seed … or a box of twenty books. But … the actual attempt proves our minds still have their roots in the concrete of yesteryear, while our bodies are entrenched in the reality of … today, (that’s easily confirmed by a quick glance in a mirror!) Contrary to popular belief … we are NOT as “young as we feel” … and to defy reality by allowing our minds to trump our body’s limitations, when it comes to physical exertion, is courting a hospital stay – or worse.
For those of us whose physical attributes have waned, we have great difficulty in accepting the fact that we now are relegated to the task of “watching”, not “doing”. That’s the final hurdle we, of necessity, must overcome before we can truly accept … aging. Our children, whom we used to tell and guide in what they could/should do, and when … have now matured. We’ve taught them as best we could, and it is now their turn to drive the carriage – and, if we’re lucky, and don’t try to “boss” them, we may be asked to become passengers.
There comes a time when our day in the sun becomes a rocking chair in the twilight. We need to prepare ourselves to recognize that change of circumstance and situation.
It’ll be difficult for some of us … because WE’VE always been the one “in charge”. If we are to survive with our dignity intact and retain relationships with those we love … we have to find a way to hand over the reins – and MEAN it – to the next generation which we ourselves have spawned.
Our remaining decisions will be: Whether or not to re-bait that fishing hook … or what channel to watch … any decision more meaningful will need to be made by … our kids.
Time is a great cure
For what I'm not sure
Time is only for this minute
If you live another a cure is in it!
Life is time and living it is the cure
Working is the blood of being secure
Money, money, money needs no friend around
Good health is times only sound!
So, P.S. My friends have the Time of your life!
The Silver Scribe
I am sixty six and counting,
or is it sixty seven?
No, it is definitely sixty six.
There are no more cakes or cookies,
and definitely no red wine.
Now it is a honey bun and sweet tea,
along with some handshakes
and maybe a few backslaps
from other old codgers just like me.
I don’t really miss the excitement
of the birthdays of my youth,
but I do miss the lovely young women
without wheelchairs or walking canes.
“In time I came. In time I go.
I celebrate my odyssey, June.
I would leave all I ever in the hands of
Times gone by. Then, shout never to be there.
My retinue high with expectation saw my
Prevail. They with sorrow would see my
Friends, Birthday we celebrate.
Death day we celebrate.
We live for an age. Nevertheless, we die in
I remember my childhood
playing without thinking
what would happen next.
I just live life to the fullest.
I am so naïve
believe only in happiness.
No problems to think.
No harm in the mind.
Just enjoying every laughter
with the friends whom I never met again
in my lifetime after those moments.
I don't know where they are right now.
I love you past.
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
The soul of the ram
The Aries soul, is bold and strong
He does things his own way
Strong willed, ambitious, energetic
You’ll not turn him a way
If he has something on his mind
He needs be listened to
Patience to him is a stranger
He loves all movement too.
He’s good at sport, he needs to win
Losing is not for him
And when he’s angry at some one
It all looks kind of grim
Cause Aries men fight to the end
They have no sense of fear
And that they want to run the show
He make this oh so clear.
He lives his life with passion
He needs to be fulfilled
But his attention moves too quick
And what he’s trying to build
Will disappear like last year’s rain
That’s just the way he is
Our Aries he’s a real mans, man
You can be sure of this.
22 May 2013@1307hrs.
My oldest son's birthday was yesterday he turned 45;
it sure lets you know how old I am
I’m tired of getting old and tired of being tired,
but I would do it all over again
Happy Birthday, Son!
on your 50th year.
Celebrate while you can
and be of good cheer.
Son, don't be alarmed
as the years seem to fly by.
just five more to go
and you'll be fifty-five!
"Now, I'm one of those seniors,"
you'll mournfully say,
as coupons and discounts
fill your mailbox today.
AARP will be sending you mail.
And sellers to seniors
will be hot on your trail.
Soon, there'll be less partying
and painting the town red.
Instead you'll be welcoming
a warm bath and your bed.
May God bless all your days, Son,
with His wisdom and ever present love.
He'll always be there when you seek Him in prayer,
Your Savior, your Redeemer from above.
Whoever said, “Age is just a state of mind”,
Was out of theirs, just trying to be kind.
Perhaps ‘twas a woman, afraid of getting old,
Whose mirror knows the only face to whom the
truth’s been told.
Perhaps an older man traveling “over the hill”,
Who’s found no panacea in the “little blue pill”.
You are your age. How time can fly.
A slap on the butt and you begin to die.
Life and death – that is God’s way.
Tomorrows should be thought of as “extra” days.
So, take your aging in less troubled stride.
Reflect upon your age with pride.
You’ll have much less time tomorrow.
Don’t waste your meager time on sorrow;
And waste none in fear of the Reaper’s day.
You can’t run fast enough to get away.
Sand beneath my feet
A childhood remembered
with a breeze so sweet
Happy birthday you're growing up fast.
A beautiful and amazing young woman
Pretty Cool and Funny
Pure in the heart
You just gotta keep on keeping on
Beautiful and Rad
Including that i will by sad that you are moving
Really just sweet and caring
The Best Girl in town
Happy Birthday to you
Delete all the bad memories and put yesterday in as a good one
Amazing funny and pretty
You just gotta Keep on Keeping on.
She walked into the third grade classroom late
It was a most depressing day
It was her 60th birthday
She has been single her entire life and lives in a small apartment with her feline friend Tiger
She has no children of her own but she has these…
These are the children of her third grade class
Her students took the broken pieces of chalk and had written
HAPPY BIRTHDAY & SURPRISE JONESY all over the chalkboard
They were delighted with their homemade decorations
Three children brought in the brightest red apples and placed them on her desk
Another brought her a bright red rose
There were also two very creatively wrapped gifts on her desk
Her heart was moved by the hearts of her children
She didn’t realize they knew it was her big day
She just stood at the front of the room with her petticoat and wool hat
Surprised and speechless she thanked God for her kids
She wouldn't trade them for anything in the universe
It was her 60th birthday and she didn't have to spend it alone!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
Poem based upon Norman Rockwell’s famous painting “Teacher’s Surprise” for The Saturday Evening Post
Life is meant to be lived and celebrated
Celebrated for those who make living purposeful
Purposeful to them, and to others meaningful
Meaningful enough to be celebrated
When I was young, I noticed
Many adults stopped aging at 39.
Had something to do with Jack Benny
And trying to hold back time.
Then I noticed something else.
They often spoke of retiring at 65,
And many of them seemed to hope
They might still be alive.
The difference came to 26,
A number I knew very well.
The number of letters in the alphabet
We use to print and write and spell.
Then it occurred to me,
For folks holding youth so dear,
Just add a letter to 39
Each and every year.
39A would be 40,
39Z would be 65.
After that, start letters over again
Or just be glad you’re still alive.
So, you see, it’s easy
To forever be 39.
You may fool yourself & others,
But you can’t fool Father Time.
Imagine self, becoming 27.
Admired the elders.
Glad that prediction of not making it, does not exist.
Confused about if I can make it in the future.
Learn, thus, selves shelves.
I cannot imagine.
Hence we can.
Age is a number.
Eggroll to Paracetamol
Breath like a baby
Next step, TV dinners at 60.
I am seeing your picture
I miss you
I want to hug you
It’s your fifth birthday
I want to see you
I was not granted
I am far of you
Allah knows I love you.
I love you Ratuku.
See you when you are big enough.
Sometimes I restrained not to see your picture.
I know I would be hurt of not being with you in person.
I know I am missing you so much.
I know I cannot hold you.
I know my tears would be falling.
Later you will understand
You will understand why we are apart
You will understand why I am held not to see you
You will understand why you are taught to hate me
You will understand why when you hear “Ayah” you feel fearful
You will understand why I love you so much
I love you and see you later if not soon.
I love you Anakku.
And you know that I love you!
The mind cannot grasp its beauty's
even though it count the colour's
just like rainbows _ pretty's
the heart accepts its glamour's
your heart accepts its glamour's
till the sky falls from the heavens
a conundrum so candour
with tears from the eyes of a raven
adding radiance to life's breath
saying goodbye to hurt and lust
love that is stronger than death
calls us back _ when we're lost.