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
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
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.
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
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
‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’
A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part
Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme
My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see
Behold my mistress of fair skin
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious
"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5
I do not know?
I can see you up ahead of me
I am following
in your footsteps
no matter how fast I walk
I cannot catch up
your footsteps are bigger than mine
but they were warm
and safe to step in
you turn around
and smile encouragingly
then return to your journey
thank you for your footsteps
when I can no longer see you
they will always be here
pointing me in the right direction
Dora Roimata Langsbury
27 June 2009
Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.
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
im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything
Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.
Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.
My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered.
In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised,
But it is to be called someone,
Who can be respected.
To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.
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
Leaving the last days of August
memories of the sea waves crashing
Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
picnic memories ~
Birthday cakes sparkle ~
sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight
The Summer reminds us of happier days
scents of coconut oil and lime
reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
The rain comes down hard
crying for all souls lost and left behind
The birds fly in perfect form
reminding all of the September storm
begging for history not to repeat ~
~ In war
only defeat ~
two beams of light straight to the Heavens
stay through the whole month of September
they remind us to listen silently we stand still
For the city lives and breaths left with loss
many questions unanswered remain ~
Leaving behind August
entering Septembers fears ~
I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)
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
I wanted to put myself in a space occupied by happiness
Sweet embrace of the breeze felt in the sea side of Pahut Bongao near Sanga-sanga
Everyone is happy doing the ritual of Panulak Bala’
The month to throw misfortunes that Tausug believed
Beach full of dancing waves from the sea
Never limit the horizon of falling leaves of trees
2 January 2013
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday.
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think,
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head,
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end.
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts.
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.
A single leaf,
Falls out of a tree above me,
As it twist and turn,
The wind blows it in my direction,
It symbolizes the ending point of my
struggles and all my pain,
It tells me that they twist and turn,
But never remain,
It takes a sudden fall next to me,
It symbolizes the thought of being
It tells me that someone is always
by my side,
As I write,
The leaf flies away,
As if it had a huge success in
Nature communicates with us in
Not with words,
But with a single leaf out of a tree.
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.
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!
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!
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
“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.
“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 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.
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 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.
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.
What is Layag Sug?
How come you're not answering?
Why are you asking?
For me to know
Why, isn’t it a bully to me?
No. I'm just plainly asking.
Why is it so hard for you to answer?
I don’t know why the question arises now.
I suddenly realize I don't know the meaning of it.
Aha for you what is it?
What is Layag Sug?
Is it a signature to every statement you make?
Or a line you share with someone?
Being a signature to every statement
It is also a line to share to make Sulu familiar with people today
So what is Layag Sug?
What do you think?
I don't know a Sulu boat?
What do you think?
You can share what it is so we could explore
I will give you my meaning
After you give interpretation
You're not answering are you?
Just say so if you're not
I don't have the entire night waiting
Layag Sug is about my life
Longing for the independence of beloved homeland Sulu
Literally Sulu Sail!
That’s Layag Sug seen through my lens of thought
And my experience in life!
A poem made to explain the meaning of Layag Sug through the question of Sulu Gypsy. 12:44AM, 9 March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug!
Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.
People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.
P eople of unity
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.
P arade so grandiose
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!
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!
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
Today, i did get one year older...
Not anymore like a little toddler..
Right unto my two shoulders..
Not pebbles; nor stones; nor even boulders..
Boulders, not of familial responsibilities..
Rather it's outweighing my uncertainties..
Focusing myself to assets not of liabilities..
Uncovering, realizing my possibilities...
Vaguely maybe our future..
It's alright: soon it will be cleared as pictures..
Strong and aggressively acts like vultures..
I am more than them, as I am God's creature..
Distractions; ammunition alienation..
I do not agree even to imitation..
Continuously breathing in exaltation..
I do not mind if I'll be in exhaustion..
I denounce anything primal..
Yet, i still pray for all criminal..
Sometimes, i use to cope by denial..
Surpassing with all my might from any trial..
The love with in me is too compelling..
I can not stop cause I'm too willing..
As high as the enlightened ceiling.
I will respond politely and bravely to any calling...
I do not know?
How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.
Rays of sugarplums dance in the sun.
Children’s laughter was heard and enjoyed.
We should teach them to relish life while they are young.
Lights are dancing in the twilight.
A bright smile beams from across the room.
Teenagers’ embraced as they cabaret the dance floor.
Scurry a cat under the disco ball.
The elder sashayed to discourage this fiasco.
Contentment and joy was hearkened.
Joseph, Moses, and John
Mary, Maria, and Joyce
Three boys and three girls
Socialization took face.
You could overhear family telling about their generations.
The connections they made were quite amazing.
PENNED ON JULY 26, 2014!
Seventy one years young.
Today, is such a lovely day
It’s time for celebration
I’d like to spread it all around
To every single nation
That today it is your birthday
And you, my precious one
You never really age at all
You be like the morning sun.
On this day, your special day
I want to tell you this
That at seventy-one years old
You still give me such bliss
In fact my love grows stronger
As each moment passes by
I know I’m going to love you
Until the day I die.
Have a sweet and lovely day
My lady, sweet and true
You celebrate this special day
And me, my love for you
You are my song, sweet lullabies
I’ll always sing for you
Remember on this day of days
That my love’s forever true.
12 July 2014 @ 0520hrs.
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.
I can't imagine
He hiked the mountains
He crossed the rivers
And traverse the forest
He defended Sabah
He was killed after years
His years of keeping a nation’s pride
His was anti colonial government
Never had he found a word to surrender
But never to deny his Suluk blood
Fighting along with Dusun and Bajau
In his honor I am proud
The freedom of his land he is understood
Stand the hero of Sabah
You are forever in our heart
Your blood grew our spirit to fight
We are freemen with your cause
Datu Paduka Mat Salleh
You are in our memory!
It’s your birthday getting closer to golden age.
You’re not getting older just an amazing sage.
You can do anything you want to now.
Even set up and purr and say meow.
You are smarter than all those other girls.
So shake that bootie, dance with swirls.
You were doing the twerk, at school and work.
Everyone just thought you were going berserk.
Happy Birthday and go ahead and dance the jerk.
Pay no attention to anyone just give a smirk.
This is your special day, be happy in every way.
Go ahead and sing the birthday song for all.
If anyone complains just say it’s a squirrel call.
If you do it well like Marilyn Monroe did once.
And get lucky I will not tell, I’ll just act like a dunce.
written by Cecil Hickman
hope you and the girls enjoy this one.
i can still jump
do this bump
can twist and turn
my mind is stren and burns
and can do the somber
AGE IS JUST
I do not know?
I was born but why
I was born to smile not to suffer
I was born to face challenges but am struggling
I was born to smile, be happy and be loved
But am hustling, hustling to survive
I was born to bring joy, love and hope
That’s why mother carried me for nine months; but why
To be a disgrace? Or was it to unite?
Was i born out of pity, bitterness and shame?
Just like the world with so many reasons
To be in and out of it
No i was born for a purpose and humanity
I was born to comfort-love and be loved
Cherish and become a better person
I was born and that’s why i was born
I was born ,i was born
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.
When you truly know that life is worth living
When you truly feel that love is for giving
To die is a beautiful thing.
When you truly feel that hate is forbidden
When you truly know that death is worth heeding
To try is a beautiful thing.
Fate then becomes no more than a brief sweet moment,
Hanging upon anyone’s stiffened husky throat,
Waiting for our merciful God’s healing,
To release it in:
My 86th Birthday
Another Birthday…another year
They seem to be coming
Much faster I fear!
The Sands of time are flowing
Spring and Summer have run their course
Fall has shed her brilliant leaves
Winter’s fury has no remorse
The years fly by so quickly
The Bird of Youth has flown away
Our springs were squandered blithely
As have our summer’s play
Autumn’s sun is fading
A little more each day
An early frost reminds us
Winter is on the way
Winter is upon us
Ledgers to be read
How can we rewrite the wrongs
And repair them before we’re dead?
Will we look back upon our seasons
Spent with nary a thought
Or know that we were mindful
Of the lessons we were taught
The winter of our birthdays
Should be cherished all the more
For we never know how many
We might have in store
The hands of time keep ticking
Always softly…never bold
One day the bells will ring
Will we be ready when they toll?
Copyright©2014 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
If I could create with words a picture worthy of accolades
To recite the story of my life as painted by time’s hands
On memory’s glorious object
My pen would be tipped with beautiful balm
That at each stroke counts the blessed bliss
Of a soul sated with dream
I have lived in the light of hope
I have laughed in the warmth of family
I have embraced the enfolding arms of destiny
And as I stand on yet another stage of life
I salute the love that has stayed
The friends that have prayed and blessed with genuine smiles
Joyously I sing my tale
Chant the chant of appreciation
For you have all been to me
A high-spread sky where my star was allowed to shine
The reflection s of an ever varying, flooding light
Bursting forth in your victorious hearts
Cheering me on.
Oh wonder of light
How you shine
On this night
A star as bright
As can be
Above the tree
A child is free
Of worlds make belief
And no one feeling blue
Upon this magic night
Where stars shine bright
It's Christmas tonight
In a stable upon this morn
A baby child was born
Speak heavenly dreams
A child's Christmas
Above the tree
it is Mothers’ Day
and all they wanted is a flower
for their mother but guards
will not accept flowers in the facility
maybe a card with a word or two may do
to tell her how much they love her
there’s nothing much to add
except to say they miss her
she has been away for decades now
birthdays weddings have come and gone
many births and deaths came and left
without a word from her
and they too have grown up
without her a deadness around their lives
maybe a card with a word or two
can tell her how they wished
she were at the window peeping
to see them sleeping nicely
there are places and people in America that are scared to death
of looking old and growing older
where a new wrinkle or two when found is a terrible scary thing
a birthday is not celebrated but filled with dread that you’re getting older
a man fears the hairs falling from his head lying on the pillow of his bed
changing the color of gray away
a look in the mirror becomes a tragedy if you appear older then twenty three
when your real age is forty three oh woe is me
the place is Beverly Hills, Hollywood and Newport Beach, California
where the people appear to look like plastic unreal manikins
with the skin pulled tight across their face
thinking they are the beautiful people of the human race
hollow eyes with a pound of make-up looking back at you
where their bodies are nipped and tucked
fat is vacuumed out and jelly filled plastic bags become breasts and butts
is this the future look of humanity I hope not
grow old with grace and don’t worry so much about your face
How can a bird fly when its wing is broken
How can a game play without a token
It hurts not bee free to fly or play
sometimes it hurts when that stupid rock is in the way
It hurts when you louse a love one
all you ask yourself is what have i done
you cry and cry and cry
It hurts so much that you try
It hurts to see your little one grow up so fast
all you do is wish that those days would last
it hurts to say good bye to your little ones
it hurts to say good by to your love ones too.
so don't think of this as good-bye
think of it as see you later.
Today’s Mick Jagger’s birthday
And it must be quite a drag,
For seven-zero are the years
That he’s got in the bag.
When “Mother’s Little Helper”
Was released and made the charts,
A younger Mick, at twenty-three,
Was breaking younger hearts.
That famous lyric from the song,
While catchy and harmonic,
When issued from his youthful lips
I’m sure seemed quite ironic.
But now that many years have passed
And Mick’s an older dude,
The irony’s no longer there,
Despite his attitude.
So rock on, Mick, and celebrate
Because, if truth be told,
At seventy, you must agree,
It’s no fun getting old!
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.
I don't see you
And I don't hear your voice
just because im a kid
I still have a choice
You and mom are angry
but why take it out on me
I don't understand it
when you divorce me
I don't see you
And I don't hear your voice
You say you love me
but I don't understand
No visits no letters
My father now a strange man
You and mom are angry
and I guess that includes me
You might have divorced her
but you also divorced me
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
You are my older Sister
You have been since I was born
I remember playing in your garden
And hearing your cockerel calling in the early morn
These things bring back great feelings
Memories of picking strawberries near the lawn
Playing in the river and walking in the lanes
Running through fields of corn
It’s now your Special Birthday
65 years since you was born
You are very Special to me
Like the birds singing in the morning dew
You are my oldest Sister
I love you through and through
I wrote you this little poem
I wrote it just for you
Now go out and celebrate
And have a drink or two!
Twenty-two is a shitty
Thing. No age left to look forward
To, the slow decline steepens
As your brakes quickly go out.
Oh. How could I
Goes up at
Hey guys today is my
17th birthday so I
wrote this poem I
hope you like it
I, Da'Quan Bowrin,
Born on July
Soon to be seventeen
I am the birthday
If it wasn't for my
I wouldn't be here,
So thanks mom ,
Thanks for giving
birth to me,
I don't always tell
But I appreciate
everything that you
do for me,
Hurray! A heir has come to stay
Awaking the joy of May
Put down your feet like palm root and play
Paddle on through life’s way
Yes! It is nineteenth today
But see! History now writes his story;
In unspoken words of nostalgia allegory
Rolling up the scroll of time’s gallery
To tell generations yet unborn as tales of a fairy
How he chose not to marry; an attitude that is funny
Daring at dawn into the blind future with valour
Acquiring at noon, life’s lessons as favour
Yielding at dusk, the treasure from the wealth of nature.
The Last Day
The first day is like an unwrapped mystery
Christmas, birthday, holiday present
Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness
Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath
The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast
The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life
Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored
Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved
The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain
Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours
Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows
Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past
Clap,clap...clap all clap,
Clap to help,self,clap,
Clapping found a therapy,
Span life,increasing to be happy,
Clapping just,improving BP,
Adjusting fine the FBC,
A contest in France,clapping-
Five hours to clap non stopping,
The contest itself a different,
The two winners also a different,
Right hand left clapped,
Left hand right clapped,
All winners,we call able,
This contest winners,two differently able,
Single hand,how to clap?
Other than the lap of that and this chaps,
In all angles self confidence,
Bringing mind oneness,
All want to live long,clap,
All say no,nothing to help,
Clap long to live long clap!!
When my mother was pregnant
with me, she was too poor to get
an abortion and it was also against
the law in those far away days.
My aunt gave her the advice to try skipping
Luckily for me, mother
was not very athletic
and I was born.
Abortion should be legal, as a human right
but I think
a woman should think long and hard of the world
she stops the unborn from seeing