Majestic and grand, a wonderous mythical creature,
The central horn on their head is the prominent feature.
I’m afraid I don’t know much more about the unicorn,
But not sending you a birthday wish, I become forlorn.
So it seems I don’t have the knowledge to do this write,
And so I thought about this problem with all my might,
Did some research and found you something really neat,
It’s made in County Meath Ireland, canned unicorn meat.
Really pleased with myself to achieve such a perfect find,
Then I read, you can’t eat the meat ~ just blows my mind.
Seems the contents are torn apart stuffed unicorn parts,
Imagine someone thinking up this item, they had the smarts.
Well Poet ~ Destroyer, wish you the very best birthday,
Sorry my poem on unicorns didn’t have more to say.
View the ad on www.thinkgeek.com its really sweet,
And I hope the joys of your Birthday are truly complete.
*IN HONOUR OF POET ~ DESTROYER’S BIRTHDAY
Written by Lee Ramage with love!
October 3, 2012
For Poet ~ Destroyer’s contest
“Spoil me- with Unicorn poems”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE-LISE!!!!!
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
:) I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH THIS DRINK WHEN I SAW THE SQUARE BUBBLES!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLL WEEEK LONNNNGGGG!!! LOVE YOU BUNCHES, DEB
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today
Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Don’t forget to save your pennies
Wish on a star on your great day
Your mom sings your praises today
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Your mom sings your praises today
© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved
This is for the the daughter of our own poetess, Kathy.
The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet
has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the
Hip Hip Hurray,
all ku no play
National ku day!
Hip Hip Hurray
gift some haiku,
National ku day
I write,you too!
Gift some haiku
chocolate no more,
I write you too
Chocolate no more
cake of haiku,
haiku in a queue!
Cake of haiku
mind your syllables,
haiku in a queue
how many candles?
Mind your syllables
not less not more,
how many candles
behind the back door:)
Not less not more
must be perfect,
behind the back door
dump all mistakes!
Must be perfect
all ku no play,
dump all mistakes
© kash poet
*Wish You a Very Very Happy Birthday Debi.
Placement:1st; (September 2012)
Contest: It's My Birthday
"Birthday Glee for Debbie G."
as I peeked at my calendar today
circled in red it said Debbie's Birthday
so off to shopping mall
to buy her a stress ball
she can squeeze, poke or prod everyday!
remember age is just a number, Debbie dear,
you're getting better year after year
don't worry 'bout being older
you're just wiser and bolder
how about a toast with a big keg of beer!
sending you a surprise first class mail
open immediately, without fail,
magic mirror attracts men
reflects a sexy 5 foot - ten
38-22-34 has great appeal!
then there's a love potion for fun
for a gal whose always number one
as you blow out birthday candles
forget about those "love handles"
when the smoke clears just hurry up and run!
one more little gift to ignite
in a woman's world, perfume's a delight
just one little squirt
you become instant flirt
Deb gets "lucky" on her birthday night!
hope these little treats brought you birthday cheer
with a card saying: "wish you were here"
though miles separate
we'll help you celebrate
with a big hug and kiss and tiny tear!
All I want for Christmas
Is my two front teeth
All my back teeth
A Mercedes or Bentley
A life time membership to Hugh Hefner's mansion
The rights to the song "If I had a million dollars"
Cause then I would have 5 million dollars
A new pair of socks
A house full of books
With a sexy librarian too boot
Or in some nice boots
If its not too too much trouble
Santa list of naughty girls
Some Newfoundland screech
A clock that can turn back time
I train set 1000 times bigger than Arthur s
And his butler
Again. If its not too much trouble
A few hundred genies in bottles
A few Rembrandt's and various other famous paintings
The country of Iceland, if the price is right
Oh and all the episodes of "The Rockford files" and "Colombo"
My childhood back
Oh and a private plane
I do not really want one but it would seem plain silly
If I don’t ask, n'est pas?
I almost almost forgot, a harem or even a few
Just for images sake
For I want only one princess
Of course, I would gladly give this all away
If when I see a child suffer or sad
I could paint happiness inside in their little souls
I could paint happiness inside of us all
Of course we can start with the poetry membership!
many long years ago
then was a guy named Sid
born to his folks.
Now on this special day
one of lifes jokes.
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go from here?
Taking courage,further down--moody toy-
keep in mind-'To be handled with much care'
that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy!
Placement:7th; ( May 2012)
Contest:Your Birthday Suit
it seems like an eternity
since ive seen ur smile
the fact that uve been gone
still has me in deep denial
a lot of stuff has happened
since ur smile left this earth
gatherings, eagles losing, parties
life changes and brooklyns birth
a lot of people miss u greatly
n think about u everyday
our last picture together
on my dresser it will stay
ur deep voice, ur humor, ur kindness
is what i tend to miss the most
ur passing forever broke my heart
but our memories i hold close
i must admit, i did hit rock bottom
drugs n alcohol i used to cope
i took ur passing very hard
i started to give up hope
but i looked into brooklyns eyes
n caught a glimpse of u
u probably would have kicked my ass
sober now i stay true
mom also met a fine fella
u actually would approve
no need to kick this guys ass
hes good to her n the kids to
madison is so smart n beautiful
byron is turning into a handsome man
there both striving so well
u should be a very proud dad
two of ur friends got engaged
there so cute n its exciting news
i hope they live a life of happiness
i know u would feel the same to
ur brother misses u the most
hes coping the best he can
he misses u as much as i do
he was ur biggest fan
ur neighbors n friends
also stop by ur page
reminiscing about the good times
the laughter n good chatter ud engage
thank-god for all the music
its a good way to deal with pain in life
cause without u here with us
its like eating steak without a knife
im over trying to understand
i feel ur in a happier place
you had ur own reasons
your demons u finally faced
but in a couple days
ur birthday we will celebrate
the big thirty seven u turn
teasing u old man woulda been great
your always in our hearts
in our thoughts forever jay
so while ur up in heaven...
smile...cause its ur birthday :)
Welcome to the over-the-hill gang.
We're so glad you're finally here.
We know it's a wee bit scary
knowing old age is near.
It's now perfectly acceptable
to be in bed before nine
and of course it's time to substitute
Geritol for wine.
Feel free to bang your walking stick
and scream at young people you see
to turn down their blasted music
before they go deaf as can be.
Eight hours of sleep is long gone,
you'll wake up after just three
for your nightly walk to the bathroom
to have yourself a pee
Young people will call you "sir"
and offer their seat on the bus.
Just smile , sit down and shut up
and try not to make a fuss.
Your eyesight will start to fail
and words will slip your mind.
Put everything right where it belongs
or it's whereabouts you'll never find.
It's really not that bad
getting old ... I mean older.
Don't forget to take a sweater now
as the temperatures seem colder.
Hope I haven't scared you.
Welcome to our little group
and don't forget your fibre
or else you'll never poop.
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.
My birthday suit is with me each day
I take it with me where ever I go
Some times it’s covered, but not when I play
Some times it’s bare, but not on public show.
My birthday suit needs a lift things hang low
But exercise helped in this month of May
I think I should show it, what do you say?
But perhaps not, it has now lost its shine
For an iron free suit is what I did pray
But my prayers were not answered, well not this time
Happy Birthday To Me
I'm Old As Can Be
I Am Forgetful
And Lost My Memory
I Need Glasses To See
My Eyesight Will Flee
My Ears Constantly
Need Help To Hear Thee
To Bed I Will Be
My Dreams Are Set Free
I Soon Will Be Snoring
A Whole Lot Of ZZZZZZ's
( cause I'm as old as history ) LOL
It’s My Birthday
It’s my birthday… I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me .
It’s my birthday… you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.
Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting, it is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day.
It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?
It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.
It my birthday… its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class.
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday! it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.
Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith Kadell
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...
Your birthday in knocking on the door
Time to air some candles out
You need a new one today
Well that’s no cause to pout
Be sure to thank the Lord each day
To give you enough strength
To blow that new one out
By- Tahera Mannan
In the many long years since your birth
You've made twenty eight laps with the earth
In that time you've taken
Your fair share of bacon
And thus greatly increased in your girth
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.
A spiritual woman, poet extraordinaire,
Just try one of her contests, if you dare,
A mentor of new poets, leader of old,
If you win first prize, consider it gold.
Her smile is infectious, her ideas sing,
Part of this family, she’s the Poetry Soup bling.
Her contests are tough, really makes you think,
Stand and Heat topics, well poems won’t stink
May you be with us for many, many more years,
Continuing to bring us laughter and some tears,
The world is better place with you, Debbie dear,
Wishing you the Happy Birthday, I’m very sincere.
Written September 24, 2012
For Debbie Guzzi’s contest
There's a strange edge to the wind, not right...
I've an inkling that the fire will spread. .... Oh dread!
In the glow as the sky turns a cherry red
Twenty pounds on her hips, from the cake she fed
She threw caution to the wind while she danced tonight
Jumping up on the table, to the crowd's delight
Kicking shoes in the air, with a rose held tight
Smack between, minty fresh, pearly whites...
While the fizz from champagne caused her nose to itch
It pitched her forwards, pitched her backwards....
glass in hand, splashing left, splashing right,
filled again and again...........was it fifth or the sixth?...
What's the diff when your stiff from the fifth of scotch
that was brought by the lot that came in just to watch?
while they cheered and they jeered, it's her right to get tight
It's her birthday, don't you know? can't a girl sow her oats?
But the candles were more than the room could bear
Were you there??? I'll swear.............................................
such a blast from the past........May the fun last and last!!
May she score many more, ...many more,...many more...............................
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEB!!
last summers vacation was a quite a trip
for the first time, I did skinny dip
I stripped off all my clothes
and struck a quick pose
I was hoping my package was equip....
Another Year…Another Birthday!
I have a secret admirer
He goes wherever I go
I try to hide from him
But he’s a persistent beau
I’ve tried to outwit him
Have done so for years
Bur he always shows up
As my birthday nears
When I was a young girl
He intrigued me so
But now that I’m older
He has to go!
He’s relentless, obstinate
And to my chagrin
I know for a fact
That one day he’ll win!
I try to ignore him
Pretend he’s not there
But it’s my 84th Birthday
Oh…it just isn’t fair!
But I’ll not give in
I’m still in my prime
My unwelcome guest
Is Old Father Time
I eat my veggies
I cream my face
And I exercise
At a ferocious pace
I’m one step ahead
But he’s closing in
If I make it to 100
Then we both shall win!
Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
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.
That bewildering cake, flung to her
thoughts as she raced to the microwave!
Ready to eat all those scraps, put in her
face... She was Ready. Ready to face this
This bewildering cake made no mistake
on her as she watched it sit in the
microwave that one night... Silently preying
on something so small, but something more
delicious than all.
She grabbed a fork, and a plate.
About to make a really bad mistake.
Until one minute later, her Mom had
awoke... and no further lies were told..
"Sally, oh Sally, what have you done? You
ruined my chocolate cake that was made
for my Mom!" She looked at her, sadly, her
face filled with tears as she made way to her
Mom saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But it was
so much fun!!"
Her Mom then smiled and held her head within
her chest, gripping the plate and what she said
next, made all the difference. "That's okay
sweetie it's only the second to last one!!"
When I was a child my birthdays came
As seldom near as never.
While now it seems they’ve speeded up
And are coming at me ever.
I’m sorry to be such a jerk;
I really need your shoulder.
I’m bummed each birthday when it comes
Will find me one year older.
sticks may, stones definitely...
never throw sapphire!
For "Flowers or Stones" contest sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver.
Happy Birthday your getting old
Never mind we will wear a blindfold
forty six aint that sore
I should know been there before
just failing sight and creeky legs
and we usually get left with the dregs
But hey just wait another few year
Male menopause to look forward to
mid life crisis will arrive
Flashy cars for you to drive
skin tight jeans you will wear
I'll tell heather to prepare
So today your birthday dont be glum
Sit and smile for what's to come
cause forty six aint that bad
Just think of it as a wee launchpad.
By Kate Mcnaughton For her wee brother James. x