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Nevermore Will Raven Return

 *Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of the Poe House and Museum are at a loss to 
explain who left these gifts and why they stopped.  On many occasions people kept 
vigils  near Poe’s grave during this period that began in 1949, but no one ever saw 
someone leaving the roses. In the morning, however, they were always on his 
grave.  Poe is considered the father of the American short story and 
his poem The Raven is one of his best known works.



Once upon a midnight dreary, Poe heard a tapping at his window
     While grieving the loss of his young bride, a maiden “angels named Lenore,”
A radiant teen whose long, black hair in gentle breezes would billow,
     Tapping at the window ceased, but suddenly it was heard at his door

Upon opening it, a Raven flew in repeating, “Nevermore”
     At first he welcomed this odd visitor until Poe whispered, “Lenore”
When he heard his word echo, the strange Raven he began to abhor
     He asked if he’d see his bride again and the bird replied, “Nevermore”

Though Poe died in eighteen forty-nine, a mystery evolved much later
     A century after his death, his grave had an annual visitor
Roses were left on his birthday by someone whose love appeared greater
     Who had left these floral gifts forever stumped the Poe House curator

Perhaps the answer can only be explained by reincarnation
     Did the Raven embody the spirit of Poe’s beloved Lenore
If so, perhaps the Raven returned again in a life rotation
     In human form she visited to lay roses on the earthen floor

And upon her death in two-thousand nine, she took to the skies once more
     A Raven who now joins the flock circling above her late husband’s grave       \/
Could it be her spirit remains with Poe, as it did in life before                         \/ \/ \/
     Bringing him in the afterlife all the roses a poet could crave                     \/ \/ \/ \/

For those who consider this possibility totally absurd
Just consider the fantasies Poe created with the written word



By Carolyn Devonshire
Contest Title: “Among the Dead,” sponsored by Constance LaFrance ~ A Rambling 
Poet ~


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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! 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 poem.


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My birthday (everyday is a birthday with Jesus by your side)

my birthday is approaching and everyone's not sure what to do
but Lord I whish they knew that every day is  my birthday with you,
you give me many gifts to use to help others on their way
you always give me the right words to say
you Give us your love  unconditionaly and you provide us with all that we need
so every single day is so very special indeed
so it's not important what people say or do
for the Most precious Gift in  life will always be you.



Jesus takes away our past and he tells us not to worry about tommorow so just be happy 
every day with him by your side every day is our birthday with Jesus in our life his love is 
the greatest gift of all that's why everyday is called the PRESENT. he loves us eevry second 
of everyday and will neevr turn us away Amen


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Birthday warning!

A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 


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Heres Looking At You Kid

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71









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I'm Sorry

 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


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The People Around Me

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.


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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             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 
                        no wins 
                            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 :)

                    



Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Personification | |

On My Eighty Fifth Birthday


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)


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US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.. 
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US.  
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died. 
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.  
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US. 

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

VISIT US AT; http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Many Unhappy Returns

It’s a work day
And it’s my Birthday
All the fours
Male menopause
A Grade - A
Gray Day
Life’s not designed
To be kind
Never mind – eh!


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Unknown

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.


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Birthday Girl

We slipped into this crazy world and wailed,
Now destined not to be the last we'd cry.
At parties we would spin and pin the tail
And watch balloons rise high into the sky.

All colored like the bubbles in a dream,
Now floating high and drifting out of view.
Bright faces glowed amidst the candle's gleam.
I wished a special wish that no one knew.

Out in the yard I watch the children play,
A party now three generations hence,
And sang with all to celebrate the day,
Now happy where balloons and wishes went.

I pray for them to see a day like this.
Perhaps my birthday girl will make that wish.

To a special "Birthday Girl"
Happy Birthday!



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It's My Birthday, It is Your Birthday

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 K. Relf


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Happy Birthday

We were on the road
the road that ended somewhere
something flew right into my eyes
I closed my eyes for a while
but then you were gone
we could have made it
to the end where our dreams
were waiting for us,
but then they were shattered into pieces
somehow you changed,
those pieces were not small enough for you
then you broke them into even smaller pieces
and still all those broken pieces
if it were to be re arranged would
have your name on it
we had our share of fun, laughter
and great memories, that will
walk with me to my deathbed
but now its too late to be reminded it
everyday,
your face with a stranger
everyday on the electronic screen
I'm still the same way you left me some
four years ago,
and you're not the same person that you were
things have changed,
they've been rearranged
nothing looks familiar anymore
specially you
but I still cannot forget those times
and even though I hate you for what you did
how could I forget this day
even if those memories in your head
lay there alone to rust
Happy Birthday to you, old friend
and Happy birthday to us!


Details | Dizain | |

Never Felt this Pretty

(09/05/2012)

My birthday skin of 80 year old soul It wrinkles here and there but I’m pretty Who would’ve thought I used to be a fool Had chased abstract things, had left me dizzy My first hubby said I was a witty But I kept on searching for compliments Stupidities were wrapped in arguments For my second, I never loved him sweet He did do worst things inside our moments Had enough after, I’ve stood on my feet A perfect skin for 80 year old me Did I say I feel pretty? I did, right? Aged skin, cracked bones, grey hair; a beauty me Blurry sight never fails my inner light Of my self, I had put up selfish fight It did come when I was 60, oh my! I thought before 70 I would've died Never thought of this as a bless before I stopped offer myself to random guy Respect my weak body for a year more
Sits on 8th Place for Cyndi Macmillan Contes 'My Birthday Suit'


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The Soul of the Ram

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.


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When a Dream Ends and the Nightmare Begins

Walking upon shards of broken glass
with every faltering step I take
Travelling through life at haste
with no compass
steering  wheel or brake.

Trying to unravel a mass of tangled knots
Laying in life's gutter wounded
trying to liberate myself
from the putrid stench of obscurity
and not be forgot.

Mind full of unwanted clutter
swirling like a tempest
around and around
Life's din perpetrating the ear drums
with excruciating loud perpetual
grinding sound.

Lost in the harsh wilderness
battered by the wind
No one knows the things I've seen
or the places I have been.

Tied to the rocks
lashed and broken by the waves
cursed at birth
wake up from a dream 
and another nightmare
another battle to face today.


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My Birthday Suit

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.


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To the Lifegiver

You’ve given me another year
365 blank pages
To fill up
I know that your ultimate desire
Is for me to fill them in ways
That are according to your will
And that bring you joy
And that make your divine face
Break out into a smile
Of approval and love
That lights up the universe!

I know that I’ve lost the plot
This last year
I haven’t followed the plan
And I’ve wounded you
With things I’ve said
Things I’ve done
Things you wanted me to do
That I’ve left undone
The things I’ve thought
And yes, Lord
The things I’ve written
My unruly and rebellious heart
Grieving your heart of infinite love

You’ve given me life
All the days I live
Are written in your book
Before one of them came to be
You also know
When I will breathe my last
And rest in your arms

And yet….you grant me life
And you keep this heart beating
And this soul breathing
Giving me chances to get it right
Not the call to obedience
Though that is important
But the giving of my heart
And all that I am
Wholeheartedly…
Without reservations
That’s what you want
For me to get right because….
Once that is in place
All the rest follows

I know, Lord
I know…
I am grateful
For this gift you’ve granted me
This birthday I’ve celebrated
I’m grateful that you wink
And turn a blind eye
To many of the things I do
For you remember my frame
And know that I am dust
You know…as high as the heavens are above the earth
Your thoughts are than mine
And so…you are patient
And loving
And devoted to me

You wait
And you long
And you reach out to me
Granting me more days
So that you can recreate me
The way I’m meant to be
More years
To get it right
Because in the end
This life that I live
Is just a breath
I’m a flower
Blooming today
Withering tomorrow
But you want me to be
A forever flower
Resplendid in glory
Blooming for eternity
And that’s why
That’s why
You’ve granted me 
Another year
Another chance
To love you!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

*I've used several Bible texts in this poem. I haven't given references, nor have I used quotation marks because I've paraphrased, but I do want to give due credit to His Word...which is a revelation of who He is! :)


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Bon Anniversaire

As I walk out into the street on 
a bright night in my dark brown suit,
blinking neon lights,whistling breeze
with horns of cars buzzing through the night,
I walk into the hotel lounge expecting
to see the creme-de la-creme
in the business world there,
The waiter greets*"Bon jour monsieur" and
directs me into the hall,
The hall is full of people I could barely see
due to the dim blue sparkling light,
Then,*Voila-a bright light surfaced suddenly,
As Vikky walks into the hall,
Shouts of *'Bon anniversaire' echoe through the air,
Today is Vikky`s twenty-fifth birth day;
*"Joyeux anniversaire a' vous,Joyeux anniversaire a' vous,
Joyeux anniversaire,Joyeux anniversaire,Joyeux anniversaire a' vous"
Hip!hip!hip! hurray! with a rapturous applause....
My heart keeps racing,for
I don`t know how to present
my gift to her;
She is my love;my jewel!
but I`m afraid of her *laissez-faire attitude from parents,
She is a french-african,and all her family
members are present here;
I was lost in thought,when 
the waiter tapped me,
*'Monsieur 'and present me with a glass
of creme de menthe ;I hurriedly gulp it down,
and summon up courage,
as I feel strong sensation vibrating
through my entire body;my body is on fire!
I approach her slowly...
with my gift pack inside my suit pocket...
Trembling and sweating...
I hope,she says 'Yes!'.

*Bon jour--Good day(morning or afternoon) 
*Bon anniversaire--Good/Nice celebration
*Monsieur--Mister
*creme-de la-creme--the best people or things of their kind
*creme de menthe--a strong sweet alcohol made from MINT
*laissez-faire--policy of allowing private businesses to develop without government control
OR parents giving their children to much  freedom.
*"Joyeux anniversaire a' vous,Joyeux anniversaire a 'vous,Joyeux anniversaire,
Joyeux anniversaire,Joyeux anniversaire a 'vous"--Happy birthday to you,happy birthday
to you,happy birthday,happy birthday,happy birthday to you....

CONTEST:"Bi-lingual poetry" sponsored by Debbie Guzzi


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Trail of Tears

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


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UNSTOPPABLE SELF

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...


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Rescue Squad-16 - Part 2

Ok let's go up to the fire tower, talk with Ranger Ricky, Heh, heh,. What's so funny Harry. When I was a kid we use to watch the Ranger Ricky Show. He would run Popeye  the Sailor cartoons and every week He would say "An a very Hap-py Birthday to the viewers."An a very Hap-py Birthday to Harry, he is 8 years old today.He helps his Mom around the house by doing the dishes and sweeping the floors. Morning Rick, morning Harry, I've been expecting you.  I have some bad news, the  avalanch started at the top of Demons Bluff. Your chances of finding those kids are slim and even slimmer finding  them alive. There is some good news, 7 members of Killington Rescue have joined the search.That's great, the four of us have 2 advantages, we only have to climb 50 feet to the top of the mountain. Demons Bluff is on the otherside, down hill with very little snow
for 3 quarters of a mile. What's the secound reason asked Billy. Harry cooks as well 
as he knows this mountain, he is an Ace Rick, stop! Alright, I have 5 thermo-laser poles, should we bring the 5th one. Yep, I'll carry it.
                                           To be Cont.

   Author's note: This all took place in less than a 5 minute span if you think we were Dilly-dallying


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Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.


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41 REVOLUTIONS AROUND OUR SUN

As My Day of Birth Approaches,

I'm Reminded how Fast Another Year has Gone By.

The Years Come and Go,

And in Some Respects, I Feel Numb to the Experience.

I Feel I Have Reached This Plateau in My Life.  A Level Ground.

Some Will Call it a Mid-Life Crisis.  In Any Case, it is a Crisis.

Like Any Crisis, One Must Look Inside to the Soul.

I Remember how Exciting My Freshmen Year at Waldorf College felt.

Being a Freshmen in College was a Banner Year for me.  New Friends I met,

New Classes I took and a New Adventure Embarked Upon.

Those Memories of College Remain, But that Experience is Over Now.

Fast Forward a Couple of Years to 1998 and My Partner Tom and I Embarked upon Our

First Adventure to Colorado Springs.

Now in 2014, I'm Left Feeling How I Must Re-Create a New Experience and Re-Connect with My Soul.

The God Within Is Always With Us No Matter What Part of the Journey We Are At.

In Taking Action, I Must Set Out Some Goals For This Year of How to Re-Connect With Myself and This Priviledge of Life.

Back in 2012, I did Set Out A Few Goals;  in example, Published an E-Book on Amazon, and Sponsered a Boy Named Freddy from Ecuador.

The Light of Our Lives Is Always Inside Each of Us.  

Be Calm, Be Loving, Be Understanding, Be Yourself and Know Everything Will Work Out in the End.

I Feel Turning 41 Years Old Will Be a Gateway to A New Part of My Life.

What Can I Do to Better This Troubled World?  A Great Deal!

We Are All Destined For Greatness!


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Party

Celebration comes when we see fit But we can only celebrate just a little bit 'Cause with all the travesty that surrounds us We look for a good escape, And it does not matter Neither the time nor the place. One man's trash, Is another man's treasure. So is one man's victory Another man's defeat. Never do both the men Run at a parallel. Thus, who deserves happiness When they both meet. This must be a familiar trait All humans tend to have in common; Plus fighting for our wants, And the things we don't see coming. We must find some form of joy, The smallest spec of it in our lives. Even if some of the joy Will bring trouble sometimes. So, we simply set our minds As long as the moment feels really right We will let tomorrow happen If we make through the night


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Better Than the Best Of

Every day you wake up happy,
There are people who wake up sad;
Every time you have some good luck
Others’ luck is being bad.

Every check-up that finds you healthy,
There is a diagnosis not as good;
Every time you eat a big meal,
There are families wishing that they could.

Every birthday candle you blow out,
Someone’s birthday will be their last;
Every time you receive a paycheck,
There are people begging for some cash.

And even when our days are bad,
And it feels like we are cursed;
You can bet your bottom dollar
There are folks who have it worse.

So, be happy for your good days;
Be happy for your health;
Be happy for your big meals;
Be happy for your wealth;
Be happy in the knowledge,
That the worst you’ll ever know,
Is better than the best of
Some other average Joe


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The World Is Ending On Your Birthday

It's your birthday, December twenty first
make a wish
let the candelabras burn an inch
something precious
in the morning, evening kiss
you've always longed for.

Pray beneath the mistletoe, adorned
grab your popcorn
the couch besides the window looks so grand
take a peek
with a smack of lips on buttery fingers, *prang!*
there goes the earthly orb.

Park your derriere mid-chew
enjoy
the riots, panicked, raving loons
peering out
with that last piece of popcorn in your mouth
hear those shouts

that the world is ending
breathe the fumes
the flames are sending
see the crowds of mental patients cry

the morning after
the
disaster sends the paranoia hangover *High!*
of a cityscape in shreds

sirens resonating with your bed
a good book to send yourself to dream,
it was your birthday today
and you got to listen to the lunatics scream.


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One Last Breath

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: 
One 
Last 
Breath.


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN

TODAY IS THE DAY WE REJOICE YOUR LIFE AND SHARE YOUR LOVE. TODAY IS THE DAY 
GOD GAVE YOU LIFE AND BLESS US ALL. ALTHOUGH YOUR NOT HERE; WE WOULD LIKE TO 
SEND YOU A SPECIAL BIRTHDAY CHEER. YOU ARE FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS AND FOREVER 
IN OUR MINDS; YOU WERE A GIFT; BLESSED AND DEVINE; YOU WERE OUR MOTHER 
SPECIAL AND KIND. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN WHERE LIFE IS WORTH  LIVIN.


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My birthday pray peace no war

My Birthday
Beginning of what
Peace or war
Is that the beginning of my peace
Or the beginning of my war
Peace and war
As life
Peace and
War
Oh god I need
Peace
No war
In my birthday
As I wish
My pray
I pray for peace
I pray for No war
Peace no war
Peace no war
Peace no war


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39A to 39Z

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.


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45 What is a Birthday

What is a birthday?
More importantly,
What is a birthday for?

Mark another year of life
From day of birth
I think not

To me
A birthday is embarresment
A black spot on the dreaded ides

I'm 15 on the 15th
I hate the attention
It's hell on earth


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Birthday

Today Is my birthday I am 28 years old too
I’ve thought long and hard of what birthday wishes I want to come true
I thought I might want something shiney
And brand new.
But I changed my mind wondering
If going for a walk will do.
We can hike on trails and run a mile or two.
But I do not belive that is what I want for this birthday.
As I think of all the things I think I want I see that
My wishes have already come true.
This I know is the happiest birthday I have had 
Just waking up next to you,
No today this birthday should not be about me 
It should be about you.


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Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown (Kyrielle Sonnet)

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

As you puff out the nice candles
Hold tight onto your chair handles
Smile today and let your hair down
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown


© Joseph, 4/9/08
© All Rights Reserved


Comments:  Dedicated to my poet laureate friend Carol Brown.  The Kyrielle 
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas 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 sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first 
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain 
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB, 
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.


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If You Only Knew

Dustin, 
My best friend, My x boyfriend, and the one I’m still in love with.
I know I have a boyfriend and he just happens to be your best friend too, but if I had the chance to tell you everything I would.
You and I still love each other like we did 3 years ago, but there’s nothing we can do about it.
I cant leave my boyfriend because I to scared of everything that will happen. 
I do love him and I do love you, but Who do I love more?
The one weekend I Saw you this year was the best weekend I've ever had.
We walked around like there was nothing else going on in the world.
The biggest smiles on our face, My lipstick on your lips, and the love in our eyes.
You and I even sang together on the park bench for the world to hear.
Shinedown is our favorite band because we both fit like perfect puzzle pieces in all their songs. 
I can't describe the way you made me feel with your big blue eyes, and the way you lifted me up like I was as light as a feather.
I know people might say if I love you so much then why don't I leave him. 
My answer is simple: I'm scared of being hurt… again.
Sure, every girl is sacred of a heart break but this girl? 
The bipolar , depressed, starving, love hungry, emotional, girl isn’t just scared she's terrified.
I do I love my boyfriend, but I don’t know who I love more.
Sure Dustin you broke up with me on my birthday 3 years ago, but we all make mistakes.
So for this years birthday you got me a beautiful “J” necklace, the color of my birthstone.
I know it might not sound like that makes up for it but the way I feel with you makes me feel invincible.
Every night we would go up to the hill, smoke a cigarette, and just hold each other. 
So if I had the opportunity to tell you  one thing that I regret not telling you.
It's that I love you and the way you make me feel more then everything in the whole world... except for Tyler, my boyfriend.
I'm sorry Dustin.


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A Gift Fit For A Pig

It was my 22nd birthday.
I had just given birth to our 2nd daughter 
1 month earlier.

He went shopping for my birthday present.
I had visions of jewels and lacy things.....
I couldn't wait to see what he would buy me! 
Afterall, I just gave him another daughter.

When he came home with the gift he seemed so proud.
He said he knew I was going to be happy! 
With nervous fingers I opened the present....
greedily clawing the wrapping paper off
to reveal the symbol of his love for me.

The breath caught in my throat as I choked back my tears.
Inside the bag I found the symbol of our love....
5 boxes of snack cakes and a hot-pink sweat-suit! 
I tried to pretend I wasn't offended 
but he knew me too well.

For years I used this birthday as leverage against him.
I viewed it as an insult that he would think so little of me
as to buy me a ''gift fit for a pig''.

Last night, something hit me like a ton of bricks...
he bought me the cakes because he knew I liked them
and the sweat-suit because he wanted me to be comfortable.
(and it was pink because that's my favorite color)  
He did think about the gift. 

He was also showing me that he wasn't concerned
what size I was
or what size I would become.
He was telling me that he loved me...unconditionally.
I didn't see what that gift really was
and I didn't appreciate it until last night.

I thanked him for the cakes and the sweat-suit this morning...
13 years late.
He understood


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Happy Birthday Meg (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Happy belated birthday Meg This is your time to shake a leg Hope you celebrated your way Go ahead and have a great day May your territory increase And in you God’s blessings release Holy Spirit hands on you lay Go ahead and have a great day From you evil spirits depart They will not cause grief to your heart This is your time for fun and play Go ahead and have a great day! Happy belated birthday Meg Go ahead and have a great day © Joseph, 4/19/08 © All Rights Reserved Comments: For my poet friend Margaret Okubo on her birthday. The Kyrielle Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas 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 sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.


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Birthday



I sit in front
hourly of all the
blank and empty 
power while the
steamy streets
drip ice.
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.


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ANOTHER BIRTHDAY TO CELEBRATE

Another birthday to celebrate?
How can I plead with time,
and add a few more years?
How can hope suddenly ejaculate...
when one is not promised laughs,
shouldn't one be drunken with wine? 


Exposed to the elements of illusion,
I can't foresee anything but a number
and the comforting presence of delusion;
come, tomorrow with hail and thunder! 


Like a broken, abandoned artifact, 
this heart has been reduced into many fragments of pitiful hopelessness,
and left alone with its ugly age, it waits for sorrow and death
by still yearning for another birthday to celebrate with renewed happiness.


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Beautiful Happy Brithday

Happy birthday on this beautiful day,
There's so many things, I just want to say.
You inspire many, with your thoughts and actions,
We're all so grateful, for your calm reactions.

Happy birthday on this beautiful day,
You've always been there, when we needed you to stay.
Kindness and thoughtfulness is your forte,
Our love for you, we wish to convey.

Happy birthday on this beautiful day,
We wish you the best, without any delay.
Hope you enjoy it, from beginning till end,
Here's a hug and kiss, we're ready to send. 


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BIRTHDAY

Blow out the candles,

And let your heart fill with joy.

For you are alive to see another birthday and to bring people love.

So sit back and enjoy today for it is yours.

The world is wishing you a happy birthday as well, 

Through my words.


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Rhoda's Twin Moons Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Join each other as time goes by
Providing light to guide the night
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

From a place so nice it’s named twice
Like birthday cake with blending spice   
The Big Apple has sparkling lights
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Happy birthday to you Rhoda
Drink lemonade and not soda
Celebrate your day as you write
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright


© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for our New York Poetess, Rhoda.

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 
poem.


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So You're Getting Older

Ah! Another birthday is 
About to be upon you again
It is so close 
But don't feel too frighten 
My friend.

We all have them
Or either we don't
We are here or 
Of course already gone.

But these birthdays 
Lordy why must it be
We wake up one morning 
And they have affected 
The way we see.

We kid ourselves thinking 
Our eyes will focus back
We deny it is time for permanent glasses 
Although we know it has to be.

We wake up one morning
And our joints feel kinda weird
They feel like something
Walked on them during our sleep
Like something attacked our body
But Lord what could it have been?

Then one day you get up and 
Your skin doesn't feel as tight
Feels like maybe it loosen
Up during the night.

Next thing you know 
You're paying more attention
To your bodily functions
Hoping they will remain in tact
Talking to them more often
Thinking that will keep them
On the right track.

Let's don't forget our memory
Somedays it plays little games
It likes "Hide and Seek" 
And at any time 
Off it may go in a run!
Leaving you thnking
This time it is gone for good. 


Oh but be not afraid
For there are alot of others
Among you
About the same age.

Some may seem more livelier
Or some may seem more dead
But they are all headed down
That path called 
The "Elderly".

So here's to you 
On the 18th day of November
Happy Birthday and may you have 
Many more to come.
Don't worry about getting old
For I have been told it was 
Alot of fun!!!!

Who knows maybe one day
A national holiday
This day may become.
You may set a record
By growing old in numbers
But remaining always young!


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Your Birthday

Once again the special day of your life is here
When mother welcomed her son to the world with cheer
The day you were born filled your home with gladness
Your mother's smile when cuddling you, a sweet caress

Then a baby boy, you're mindless of life's challenges
Look at that old photograph, you're full of sweet images
That mom can't resist to put you on her warm embrace
A picture perfect of giving each other's loving promise

The little boy has grown up into a young man
Together, a lot of question on your mind starts to run
Hold it back my dear one, don’t get too far
Life's a journey to travel, yours has just began

Just as anybody, you have passed trough tests
In every trials encountered, you took the courage to live
There were times you fell down and have gone astray
You stood again and color the world that was once gray

Now, looking back from where you have started
When life was given to you and the air to breathe
We thank the One above for the gift of you to us
Who continue to touch our lives, a lifetime to last

On your very day I say thank you for the memories
Glad I have enough for the rest of my life to reminisce
Happy birthday I sing to you from here home
The song is silent but hear my heartbeat for you alone

***
Originally written on April 17, 2006, 22nd birthday 
of the man who will always be special to me.


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Funnel

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 Forget? My Insurance Goes up at Twenty-five. I Cannot Wait.


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October 15 her birthday

Another year comes and passed by 
and you turn one year older 
and there's more responsibilities now 
as you feels the weight on your shoulder 

October 15 a very special day to me 
its the day you entered this world 
the magical day that you were born 
the most precious beautiful baby girl 

Gods gift to your mom and dad 
a little bundle of joy for them to love 
and angels was send down from heaven 
to bring her blessing from almighty god above 

and millions of pure white turtle doves 
took to the blue sky's in flight 
with mother nature beautify in full bloom 
as the sun shines across the world so bright 

and watching her grew every day 
fills her parent life with such pleasure 
and every foot steps ,smiles and first words 
the special times they will always treasure 

Another year has come and passed 
It's time to blow the candles and cut the cake 
as friends and family sing happy birthday to you 
with music ,song and dance they all celebrate 

and as the years slowly goes by 
you're blessed with peace, joy and harmony. 
spreading your happiness where ever you go 
a pillar of strength, class and honesty 

and you can easily make others smile 
and you ask for nothing in returned 
with your subdue amazing sense of humor 
and all the knowledge of live that your have learn 

you have grown to make your mom so proud 
a fact that makes her happy to talk about 
you are all that she could have ever wish for 
you're the best daughter without a doubts 

today October 15 its your birthday again 
and tears of joy filled your eyes 
as you read all the best wishes of love messages 
you are so full of emotion it makes you cries 

because you know how much you are truly love 
and how much you means to your friends and family 
all wishing you a very very happy birthday 
and many many more from now until infinity 

so as you celebrates your birthday on October 15 
you have all the love in the world in your hands 
and I hope all the your dreams and hopes comes true 
and I wish you the very best in all your future plans


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i look up

I looked up
I saw a shooting star,
I saw a shooting star in the dark blue sky.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you

I looked down
I saw a penny,
I saw a penny lying on the hard brown sidewalk.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you


I looked to the right
I saw some birthday candles,
I saw some birthday candles on a vanilla cake.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you

I looked to the left
I saw a flower,
I saw a flower sticking out on the nice green lawn.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you

I looked straight ahead
I see you,
I see you right in front of me.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you
And it came true


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Happy Birthday Mary Duhart (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Happy Birthday Mary Duhart
Enjoy a great day from the start
Celebrate your day on the go
Upon reaching the Big Five 0

As you blow out all the candles
Raise you hands and shake your bangles
This is your day to make a show
Upon reaching the Big Five 0

Family and friends by your side
Bright smiling faces all in stride
To the heavens praises shall go
Upon reaching the Big Five 0

Happy Birthday Mary Duhart
Upon reaching the Big Five 0


© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved


The Kyrielle Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain 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.


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14 candels

When I was 14 my daddy was dying
from a bad type of cancer that came uninvited
but this day was special
on this day we put all the issues aside
for it was my birthday and I was his little girl 
he taught me so much that day that I will always remember
he loved me enough to get out of bed
and take me down to the famous bakery
where he always got our cakes

This meant the world to me 
because even though he was in so much pain
he rode the train with me that day and hid it away
I remember girls watching me enviously that day
I never understood why girls treated me this way
what he told me that day I never forgot

He said girls will always be jealous 
because your very beautiful but don't be afraid
hold your head up high even when they look away
I wore a smile on my face all the way home

As my family gathered around to 
sing me a birthday song
I was so happy and filled with glee
cause my daddy was able to celebrate with me
it made our situation seem less gray to me

on my 15 birthday he was to sick to see me
and before my 16 he passed away 
so this day, my 14 birthday was always special to me