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~
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 -
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.
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...
From the year of Eighteen ninety,
survives a sad birthday tale.
As told by Private John Burnett,
eighty years old when it was told.
Of needless deaths of Cherokee,
inflicted by relocation.
In Eighteen hundred thirty eight,
President Jackson did decree,
all the Cherokee must move west,
and give up their lands to white men.
Even though he, Junaluska,
had saved Jackson’s life in battle.
On chill morning of October,
six hundred forty five wagons,
took the twelve thousand Indians.
Chief John Ross led all in prayer.
They were literate, Christians all,
with written language, newspaper,
and Constitution like our form.
Morning, November seventeen,
terrible storm of sleet and snow.
No fire to warm the ground below.
Dying of pneumonia from the cold,
a trail of death, four thousand souls.
Heart wrenching grief for those alive.
Eighteen ninety, still near the deed.
Too near for young people to know,
the enormity of the crime.
“Murder is murder however,
or whomever perpetrated.
By the villain skulking at night,
or to martial music by day.”
“Murder is murder and who answers.
Who must explain the streams of blood,
flowing through Indian country.
Who will mourn the four thousand graves,
which silently are trail markers.
I wish I could forget it all.
Thus ends my birthday story here.”
Based on a true record of John Burnett’s story of his life with
the Cherokee and his accompaniment on “The Trail of Tears”.
© May 14 2010 For Deborah’s” theme of western movement” contest
~~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................
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.
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
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.
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