My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Copyright © Shanity Rain
Galloping within the nights of her innocence
he raced around the field fire chasing the heat of equine glee,
the horn of his head, a wizard's weapon and a witch's wish
with which a poison may be whimpered and youth enriched with longer laugh,
rose gold gilding on the supernatural spike ribboned with ribs of silver spells,
sensing the magic of her intuitive love the beast of God's bridge halts,
her eyes pretty in patient approach, his alert with admiring admonition,
they tresspass upon each other by exhalation of warm airy awe
whirling from their mouths, measuring the elation of frienship newly carved,
although invited to mount, the Maiden rubs her chin along his velvet nose,
fingers glide through the mane like breeze through willow branches, he huffs from joy,
in a gesture of supplication she kneels to the Unicorn's lead leg, one arm around
and a hand of healing pressed against his ripened chest, be restless and alone no more,
nibbling her ear in acceptence she giggles at the thought of adventure's anxiety,
leaping like an angel possessed with purpose for playful liaisons,
his back forming a saddle of supple security for her healthy frame, they join naturally,
she names him Azyerbel and he rears in rejoice at the grip of her knees,
riding into hinterlands of history unborn, they share courage known only to legends -
J.A.B. written in honor of, and for PD.'s Unicorn Birthday Contest 2012 -
Happy Birthday my Sphinx -
Copyright © Justin Bordner
A birthday cake sits before me, laughing at me. The candles whisper mean things, they know my thoughts. The ocean of red frosting simmering in the lights above, the little black flowers that everyone has dibs on. So elegantly outlined in more black lace, this cake is not for a funeral, no of course not. It's for me and the year that passed, for the one coming my way at full speed, the year of tears and stress. The year of chores and closed doors. Birthdays were never my strong point, they always make me sweep. Makes me want to just draw the curtains and sleep the day away, but no that would be letting me off the hook. Much too easy, everyone must talk big and do nothing. The sickening smell of plastic and mold radiate from the cake, must of been on clearance from the bakery down the street. They show up at my door bearing a balloon and small bag and this atrocious cake. Mother always said it's not how good the gft is it's the fact they got one. I must smile and hold it all in till they leave but in the meantime blow out these taunting candles and force down the oily sponge. Open the gift, a bag inside a bag, a old plaid, partly fake shiny leather purse that only a five year old diva would love. The leathery fur lining the mouth of this little monster is coming off with every touch, wonder where they got this thing, but you must be nice and give them the meanness only middle school girls can pull of, the meanness with a smile and a dis but thanks all in one. I rather think of anything right now, terrible “gifts” or the fact they showed up without even picking up a phone, anything than standing here with this thing burning on my kitchen counter waiting for the howled song to be over to blow this thing out and get alone again. Go back upstairs to my little nirvana and sleep the rest of this nightmare away. All their four faces glare at me, they know exactly what I’m thinking. One stands with my balloon in her giant hands and bounces it off my head, how I wish I could take the string and strangle her with it but I do a half assed giggle and ignore it, she keeps doing it, finally her mother has the brainpower to yell at her to stop. Even she knows I will attack, don't you think I’m on edge enough as is? I feel like the candle, starting to sweat like hot wax, hands grip the knife mom handed me and can't wait to cut this thing. Big breath, be sure to get them all in one try, pretend to knock ‘em all dead.
Copyright © Cat Way
They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.
Copyright © brittney lopez
So, It is your Birthday,Huh!
This isn't really anything that
We want to get out, now
We don't want them to start
Talking about you behind
Your back and telling all your
Friends' your business, now do we?
So, let us not try to make such
A big deal about this and I won't
Tell anybody either!
After all, this is your Birthday...
Copyright © Gary Fields
~~Ice Cream Delight!~~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN! JANUARY 17
Benjamin Franklin was the very one.
In the year of 1771.
While in France dessert did come.
What is this wonderful delight!?
"Ice cream dear sir,
I hope you like."
With quill and ink
And much insight.
He acquired the recipe that night.
And sent it back across the sea.
To share Ice Cream.
With you and me................
Copyright © MAF Longfellow
Behold there she lay peacefully,
covered in warmth quite meticulously.
Her snow white eyes blinked,
as she sought to establish the place.
A smile warm as the sun rays,
from her lit up our hearts.
Ebony black hair atop her head,
her face beaming with joy.
A priceless gift to us all,
from our maker the overall.
We wish countless fortunes,
upon this little angel.
That the fountain of blessings,
may well over her life.
To always live in His favour,
for all times and seasons due.
Copyright © ian munywe
Abraham Lincoln was the very one.
In the year of 1861.
While at war word had come.
"A soldier in blue slept through his watch.
And unless forgiven would soon be shot."
Nonsense! He said. I know this lad.
To kill this boy would most sad.
I'm sure he fought from dawn to dusk.
The sleep he took God knew he must.
Forgiveness granted! Go stop this act.
Their's been enough death .
His honor's intact.
Compassion and wisdom was Lincolns forte.
Kept our nation united and freed all the slaves.
Copyright © MAF Longfellow
The sweet smell of ultraviolet perfume
Fills Macy’s in the Staten Island mall
I’m getting it for her birthday
And then in my mind I begin to recall
Thinking of the first time that we met
The exact time of that very special day
Then the cashier say mister your change
And I smile take it and walk away
She’s in the kitchen as I come home
With smell of ultraviolet on my cloths
She said did you get me a gift, and I say no
And she hugs me and smile for knows
The day she came me my life
I know that she was the one
And we just talk for a few minutes
And I know that my heart was gone
Everything about her was so amazing
And I know something strange happening
When the smile that was missing
Suddenly come back to me again
And I can feel a since of comfort
That I have never ever felt before
And didn’t know what it was
But I know that I wanted more
And when it’s late and you say good night
I would feel so sad but won’t let it show
I would lay awake all night in my bed
Because I cant wait to see you tomorrow
I keep thinking about you all the time
And I feel so empty because I miss you
And I wish to hold you in my arms
But the way I feel you didn’t have a clue
And everything little about you
To me was a complete mystery
It’s like I’m a knowledge seeker
And are the dictionary
The way you carry about yourself
Like this great cool philosopher
I was captivated in the glory of your aura
And I become your biggest admirer
I haven ever met anyone like you
And I was just left completely hypnotize
And at that moment I know my Mecca
Will be the day I look in your eyes
And these feeling that have come over me
I know that it could only love
And at that moment I know that god
Send the girl I always dreamt of
Copyright © kasim ishmael
Where would I live if I were richest, and had all the money in the world?
Outside the square box, where no doors exist, and locks will never block
My entrance or exit, without four walls or framed bricked structure this
Is where I’d live and do now!
Again I’m asked where this address is, what fancy abode or country,
This location the French Rivera, or maybe even the city of romance Paris?
Nope none of these places will do for the likes of me, my substance
Is worth more than glitz’s and glamour allow, after all am I not
The richest person in the world?
I live within the valley of the thunder storms heartbeat, where flesh
And bone melt together as one unit, here passions lightning collide
Against the rocky torrent of desires epic flame,
Never to be extinguished or dowsed, by emotions ocean of doubt
But again these outsiders ask me once more but where, we’d like
To know, for we’ve never heard of such a place, give us the answer
To this riddle of yours Madame, for you are the richest person on
Earth the world must have the answer, as the paparazzi flash
Their gossiping, chattering, Cameras!
But these hungry mongers will never know the truth of the matter
At hand, for they’ve never experienced truth wealth of feeling,
Or valued anything but the almighty dollars golden card, of worthlessness!
Oh what an empty world, do these poor souls exist upon, a baron plain of
Dancing dollar signs, where false illusions seem real or tangible to the
Touch, but in reality are delusions images melting away, as time fades
The fame to the beauty factor unto nothing remains at all!
Nay I’m here in reality’s penthouse on high, beyond the fake staining of the
Smoke and mirrors game being played below, in this devotional residence
For again the question was and is where would I live, if I had all the money
In the world, I’d live within the heart of this man whom dwells beside me,
He who’s sacrificed all for me, loved me always through thick and thin,
My shoulder of endurance and tenderness!
For what is true wealth my friend, but love itself my world begins
As his eyes open in the morning light, and ends when his close at night’s
Final twilight hour, where do I live within this man whom loves me!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
NOVEMBER 11, 2015
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY OF 55 THOMAS
Copyright © cherl dunn
Thursday, June 20, 2013, will be the 25th anniversary of my life. It will have been 25
years since I've been born. Of course, I've had my ups and downs, I made some mistakes
from my life, but despite all that, I'm still a human being. There's a lot of good things
that had happened me for the last 25 years: I've met some interesting girls, I've been to
different states, including Missouri, and I've made some new friends. My mother had been
raising me for the last 25 years and I thank her for that. Of course, I've experienced
heartbreak after heartbreak, even in my teens, but it was worth it. But even if I get a
girlfriend before my 25th birthday arrives, I'm still the youngest. It will have been 25
years since I'd been born. But even if my 25th birthday will have been over by midnight,
it'll be a 25th birthday that I'll never forget. And as for me and my family, it's going
to be a 25th anniversary of a real lifetime.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey
Tonight should have taken place in July, my birthday night out.
A dozen weekly tattoos stopped that.
It was a frosty December evening when we went to a few pubs for a beer.
Frozen ground echoed our footfalls,
ice threatened to trip us and cold gnawed our extremities.
There was nothing like that first beer in the pub
where a real coal fire was burning like a meteor.
Not been in that pub since I was married,
fifteen years ago.
Seven more pubs followed,
a collage of different beers,
chasing a lovely married brunette round the pub after she stole my cap,
kissing a tattooed gal and saying when are we going out?
Other blurry images:
meeting an old mate and talking about swinging and fetish clubs,
taking a book about Goethe and a hundred year old dictionary from a pub library,
pursuing unsuitable women whose partners hovered close by and finally,
chicken kebab and chips in the curry house.
More beer would have flowed but my cash went kaput.
Bring on the next session, it’ll be ten pints!
Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex
May 13th is my mother's birthday. I hope she's very excited. Although we have different
point of views and we're the exact opposite, she's still my mom and I love her. Her love
is still the same, even though she's getting old, but no matter. It's the time of the year
when my family members get the chance to wish my loving mother a great happy birthday and
hoping that her birthday goes well as planned. Even if I can't afford to get my mom a
birthday present and/or a birthday card, I'd still be the only one to tell my mom that I
really love her, and always will. I'll still love my mom, even if I get married and have
children of my own in the near future. But even though my mother's birthday only comes
once a year and it ends at midnight, it will have been a birthday everybody, including me,
will never forget. I hope my mother's birthdays go great as planned and I hope she has
some perfect birthdays and regular days for what will be the rest of her life. Happy
Copyright © Brashard Bursey
I do not know?
and like theriouthly what wath their problem
ith jutht thex
the story continues on all the way to newfoundland
who sort of did it justice, how jesus even taught them to procreate is beyond me
I's the bye that builds the boat, I's the bye that sails her
I's the bye that catches the fish, and throws em into the sea
Jesus foresaw that this was going to be a problem
so he had to act fast which brings us to the tragedy of russia
russia being the place religion was created to stop this epidemic
and many psalms were written, their favorite at the time
Oh come all ye faithful, glory of the triumphant
which did them no good, they later burned the books
Still definately a problem he thought he would give the irish a turn
without telling a fib, he was at least lucky there
caught in the act actually, and wouldn't you believe this happened on his birthday
in they walk with a cake to discover the joke he would never live down
Happy Birthday to you
happy birthday to you
Oh dear jesuz!!!
The legacy continues to greece
where jesus was definately going to encounter hardship in his endeavors of spreading the
He uh, he looka like a mang, and he did not want
to play with my fun bag
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson
I do not know?
Hey little horn, where are you born?
Hey little horn,
where are you born?
Hey, little unicorn,
do you eat corn?
I'm a narwhal and want a treat
do remember I can't stand too much heat
I am very sweet and clear
and I don't fear
BECAUSE I AM A NARWHAL the great
Copyright © Manasvini Kolavennu
a cirque de soliel
detective television series
which is an elaborate plan
to make someone dissapear
400 undercovers eventually on the scene
trying to solve this crime of the century
who is going to dissapear?
why and how?
This magic act is a life lesson for man
which incorperates the music
With a robot in the middle of this confusion
this detailed time machine of sorts
The study of blind leading the blind
to bring someone to the right place at the right time
the other side of the spectrum
wrong place at the wrong time
I will see you on the other side
this will help mankind to understand themselves
as well as reality and god
based on a life lesson of don't steal from god
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson