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
Copyright © humble b
85TH BIRTHDAY –
Nostalgia figures no
An event of many,
many years seems no
than a few
Looking out on the
world with the same
Memory is tricked
Ah yes that, but
take on a magical
frolics with actions
of a child,
kicking the can
Long lost sounds
All pain is
In favor of some
One is surprised
that memory has, for
Periods of nostalgia
The slipping away is
What is death but
A complete slipping
In these last few I
shall covet reality
Copyright © daver austin
April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day
In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother
Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like
Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part
Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream
Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be
Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals
One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart
I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me
Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group
Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay
To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life
You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot
April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday
i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.
Copyright © Michael Jordan
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.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw
On My Eighty Fifth Birthday
Another Birthday…I’m still alive
Never thought that I’d survive
To the ripe old age of Eighty Five!
But here I am…feisty still
Even though I’m over the hill!
Don’t count me out...Don’t ring that bell
I’m still here and raising hell!
Had a few blimps along the way
But I’m not leaving, I’m here to stay
Still have plans…I’m not done yet
I may do things I may regret
But I’ll have fun doing it
You can bet!
It matters not how old you are
You can dream your dream
Or follow your star
Your flesh may fail you
Your steps may be slow
More and more wrinkles start to show
But there is one thing I surely know
A man isn’t judged by how he looked
Or the size of his fortune or pocketbook
The greatest legacy he leaves behind
Isn’t intelligence or a fertile mind
But the love he gave to his family and friends
A heart full of love always transcends
Fame and fortune in the end
So Happy Birthday again to me
How many more…..?
We’ll just have to see
In the meantime friends
You’ll be hearing from me!
Copyright©2013 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Copyright © Beatrice Boyle
This cosy love
In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.
You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.
And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs
Copyright © Peter Duggan
is as splendid as the soul
of its celebrant
Copyright © Cathy Ncube
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
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)
Copyright © Beatrice Boyle
Through this maze of living
you are a voice affirming
reason and calling me back to center.
In our heart’s journeys
you have helped me lay dreams to rest,
brought me back from the edge,
or laughed ourselves to tears
at life and its quirks.
Through our children’s growing pains,
and exquisite joy,
you stand with steadfast love.
When I think of this
extraordinary journey we’re blessed with
I cannot imagine doing it without your integrity and laughter....
my abiding friend.
I am forever grateful
that you share your friendship with me.
It could take lifetimes to say
for the grace and spiritual elegance you offer.
You are this canary diamond
shedding warmth and light through so many facets.....
precious and utterly unique.
The happy in your birthday is definitely
for all who know and love you,
I know for certain, I do.
Copyright © Anna Lee Stedman
I feel the seasons stir me, like verses in a song
As west winds breathe a sigh across the glade
Time stares me in the face, with allotted moments gone
I see the days slip silently away
For age, like time, is reckless, and taunts me with its breeze
Does it come to cheer with springtime grass and bees
Or cover earth with rain and fallen leaves
Will I drown in tears, till winter scorns the trees?
I walk away from yesterday, the same familiar way
The views are now more beautiful and clear
I find my journey gladsome, I'm not wary or afraid
The setting sun holds brighter hues this year
Lament, should I, a birthday on the rise
Or instead, be glad, and wait to be surprised?
English Sonnet, for Debbie and Cyndi's Contest
Copyright © Carrie Richards
Transfixed upon a lucite sunray
the iron blood of longshoremen
washed beneath the whisperings of the bay
a pupil canvas pierced through
by the scalpel of elephantine deceit
vision yellowed in the flowering of a lost identity
the young man swallows deeply and mourns
the gist of his first twenty-nine years.
Copyright © Aron Jacob
I sit in front
hourly of all the
blank and empty
power while the
I have to look
for things to do
with optics, audio,
word, and eyes
past the white curtain.
Aging way beyond
uselfulness, the jokes
I play on myself
keep me alive
instead of money.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer
On the Walk of Life
We pass each path but once
And leave behind a lasting trail
To each one who passes, to tell a tale.
The seeds you’ve sown
On your Walk each day
In a hundred little hearts
To point to them the Way
Will bloom spreading fragrances of love and care
Thanking the good Lord for keeping you for them, there.
As a friend, I’ve you known
Inspiring, caring, challenging
To the world you have shown
How godliness builds a home
Love builds courage; loyalty sustains hope, nourishing care
And we thank God a little of that each of us, your friends, share.
Happy Birthday my friend, and may you be blessed with many, many more!
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson
I do not know?
Permanent are the stains so short in their making
Lasting from one's eclipse to the others' next,
Yet, this union,
Coming at the most perfect of times
As well as from such different places,
Lives on, lasting always.
The sharing, varied and multidimensional
Opened doors, while forging, what was, until then
Uncharted brings of newness
Experiencing very much, inside and out
Balance needed was created,
This and so much more...
Now, that time has passed
And, while things have changed,
As they always do,
Vision is clearer, far, vast,
As far as the eye can see
As wide, hard, and deep as the heart can feel,
After the storm,
Tumultuous and crystal, still.
Copyright © danny grantham jr
Happy Birthday Dear God
We know you work hard
Blow out your candlelight stars
You can do all great things
In this wonderful universe,
Copyright © Gregory Golden
I was prepared to become you for so long and yet I've simply become me.
Your words pound in my head, hollow drums beating low words streaming on about people I
wish I could have made love to.
Here in my universe, the one containing only fragments of the Frank O'Hara I was meant to
I meet new people, but few artists and wonder still how to make you proud.
I'm secretly lost, confused, wanting to find the path I started out on so confidently, but
crawling helplessly on the floor.
If living this life means staying myself, I'll accept it and move on, powered by your
words and those of Joe Brainard,
of James Schuyler and again of [especially] you.
Alaska cannot make Frank O'Haras; life is too scattered, each person blowing in the wind
towards an unknown destination.
There is only change and nothing seems to settle. There is far too much money.
I would have fantasized about you [more] if you were around today, but I will meet up with
you again when we've both returned as lesbians or cats or both.
To fall in love with a person who died thirteen years before I was born seems dimwitted,
but my destiny is to discover my soulmate and know it is you.
Become me instead, as I am not becoming you well. Sink into me through your words, which
I spend countless hours devouring,
Meld to me through osmosis, your loves of art and of men finding their way into my heart.
Fragments are powerful when those fragments are of you.
Copyright © Brian Fuchs
at the stroke of midnight
another year blows past
like dust in the wind
like fire burns to ash
reflecting on it all
what is now yesterday
the lessons that I've learned
memories that were made
would I change any one moment
if I had the chance?
let me think for a second
NOT ON YOUR LIFE
Copyright © J B
Whatever your age.
You turn the page.
Another year gone by.
Do not sigh.
Every year is a lesson.
On how to get to heaven.
The older you are.
The greater your star.
With posterity. Comes verity.
Gone the humbugs. Gone the grudges.
A new year begun.
You feel so young.
The body may not be as good.
The soul stays as it should.
Young and vibrant.
Like an infant, just begun
Copyright © Norman Purvis