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A Sonnet for my Father on His Birthday

I’d write a rhyme to prove my depth of love
Or sing angelic song like those above
If gifts like these would prove love’s testament
I’d give and give to prove deep sentiment

But what to you, my Father, can I give?
The one who taught me how to love and live
What can I give you from this daughter’s heart?
But vow that from your side I’ll never part

You mean the world to me, this you must know
With passing years my love for you does grow
Your care for me is what helps see me through
There is no other father sweet like you

May Jesus grant you health and happiness
This birthday wish I wrap in tenderness

Eileen Manassian Ghali


My daddy dearest turns 78 today...78! Where did all the years go??? My father is a pastor, an educator, and writer, but most of all, he is the best father in all the world.  Yes, my My father has always been a very central figure in my life. I couldn't have hoped for a better dad. We've been close through the years, and I know that he is always there to catch me when I fall. Isn't that, after all, what our heavenly Father is like? I so love and adore my dad. If you'd like to "see" him, you can check my photos on my page here. :)


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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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Happy Birthday Jenny (Kyrielle Sonnet)

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 
poem.


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Birthday Wishes

Happy birthday 
I wish you a happy birthday 
May you live to be 
Seven hundred and seventy 
May you never see poverty 
May you live to enjoy prosperity 
May you live to see 
Your heart desire 
May your establishment exist forever 
Like an ever burning fire 
May you live peaceful 
And your life will be beautiful 
Like a heavenly flower


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Moon of my Life

As your eyes face the light,
Angels roar in sheer delight,
Hymns of prowess fill the air,
A life is born to slay despair

Hear the winds, dance and breathe,
Feel their joyous, tender breeze,
Watch the moon smile and pray,
For the moon, was born today

As the golden bricks join hands,
While building us our kingdom’s lands,
Watch as fate embraces our souls,
And gets our hearts in love to fall

Listen close, as our hearts concord,
Three hundred beats, so far ignored,
Touch my hand, feel its veins dance,
Behold as my soul is enthralled and tranced

Oh moon of my life, let’s not lament,
Bathe your skin in your man’s scent,
Wear his lips as your sceptre and crown,
Dive in my blood, and you shan't drown

I look for words but words betray,
And so I’ll ask, I’ll ask away,
I shan't ask for affection,
Nor shall I for fame,
But I wrote my name on your lips
May I kiss my name?


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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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Birthday Sonnet For My Son

What is it like to be my little hero?
A morning chat would mean great adventure
A ride with your imaginary aero
Would fly us to places never gone before

Inside your world, we made things possible
We are both so strong to save the world
With unique powers, you are unstoppable
Put an end to villains with your mighty hurled

Within you, I see my own reflection
Full of imagination and a dreamer
Someday your dream would have a clear perception
What best for you, I would be your defender

Every day is like a blink of an eye
At 7 years old, time hastily flies



Noel N. Villarosa
19 April 2014


Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com


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The Birthdays

The Birthdays

You came into the world in the  afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare

We prayed for you and God provided great Joy 
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing 
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy 
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing

From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned  with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch 
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date. 

Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred

Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And  Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara


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Birthday Sonnet For My Wife

Close your eyes and bring back sweet memories
Try to remember at your early age
No recollection of your first few years
At age 6 was that far you could engaged

Wiping your face full of cake, dress like a princess
Friends and relatives joyfully singing
Greetings and gifts are the way to express
That day is still worth remembering

Open your eyes now and see what has changed
Childish fun is over, now settled down
Much meaningful life along the open range
Learned basics of life, now you have outgrown

Today is your birthday, another year to share
This special time with us, we really care


Noel N. Villarosa
21 April 2014



Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com


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To Oscar on His 9th Birthday

Mine are the firstfruits out of clay and dust
  That to one patient in hope bear reward:
A boy whose reason is kindly and just,
  And who, well affectioned, is well adored!
Do that the burdened profit by your hand -
  If trespass you must, so do in selfhood:
Recompense good for good - in truth upstand,
  And purpose yourself that others so would.
Therefore be not wise in your own conceits
  Nor debtor to love and unrighteous breadth:
Walk safely in the world in all your feats
  Lest it suffer me and quicken my death.
Make your way like Him ragged and unshod,
And bend your knee unto no-one but God.


March 2009


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Fifty and Counting

O Celt, - Pakeha to his native land,
  In Paradise Lost on a pilgrim shore!
Sober monk to the old winebibber hand
  Where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
Solitary man, in whom I contend -
  Fisher King on your golden jubilee!
Broadsword to my parry - touché my friend:
  I miss your addled pettifoggery.
Truly we are each to each older bound;
  So stoke the fire and pause upon the hearth:
Think on its flame and its ambient sound -
  How one day it shall perish from the Earth.
And to the piper bear our toll and cost...
That much is profited and much is lost.


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Pakeha in Maori culture is a person living
In New Zealand of European descent.
The Tor is a rocky island outcrop in the
East Coast Bays of Auckland.

Dedicated to Craig on his 50th birthday.


June 2010


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BIRTHDAY


Bless me this day with peace and grace;
I ask that light to stay with me;
Rise up to pray with happy face,
Timely insight and ecstasy;
Heed heart's intent with action pure;
Delight to find that change brings calm;
Align content in verse allure;
Yield peace of mind and gracious psalm.
Prime path and way with lovely rhymes;
Rest fond desires in truth's domain;
Appoint my stay with profound times;
Yes frame and fire soul's zealous gains;
Embrace my zest with inspired lines;
Reach for the quest as love designs.


Leon Enriquez
07/08 July 2014
Singapore


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To Oscar on His 14th Birthday

By the grace given me one year older
  Great is the bearer of my salvation;
And I, of love and life a beholder,
  Glory in the sum of my creation!
Follow your heart and speak its depth and scope,
  And let not dreams be spoken of as fear.
Remember to remain joyful in hope,
  Patient in affliction, faithful in prayer!
Do not spoil or vex but contrary do
  When this world means to oppose or revenge;
Be steadfast in what you know to be true
  And forsake what is not yours to avenge.
To you ascribed are the fortunes of youth,
And virtue in the service of the truth.




March 2014


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To Oscar on His 6th Birthday

It is no small mercy, no small ransom,
  No trifling importance favoured on me:
You are a child in time whose time has come,
  And I love you, Little Man, desperately!
For I am cheerful in hope and all things
  That the bright stars are yours to noble aim,
And guide you to the Valley of the Kings
  Or ghost ship treasure on the Spanish Main.
Let adventure and crossing fill your days
  And may God watch over you to your grave!
So learn well beginning in youthful gaze
  That time is your master and not your slave.
You are to me by a nature so great
Living proof good things come to those who wait.



March 2006


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On My 33rd Birthday

Here I am weary in my entreaties,
  There's no-one here but a man and his dog:
Alone among my rambling reveries
  And a small libation to clear the fog!
To God bespoken lest I not betray
  My own confessions at the water's edge,
Where the dull debris of time ebbs away
  And harbingers of death gaze from their ledge!
On these rocks, on dark and stormy seas blown
  Sinks a hollow vessel its depths to fade:
A wreckage of a lost glory unknown,
  And with it the long years of masquerade.
Look, all I ask and all I want from you,
Lord, is to have my cake and eat it too.


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Written at Pare' Wharf.



January 1994


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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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ON HIS BIRTHDAY

ON HIS BIRTHDAY
from Anne Donne to her husband John – supposing she went on record..

Five senses have we, but just one soul
I take you part by part, and then the whole
Your fingertips begin at shadow’s end
And I on each a hundred kisses spend.

Your toes from which radiate your joy
Your soles, your feet, your legs I all enjoy
Your shoulders, arms, are ceaseless comfort trained
Your face, your hair, your lips are thus arraigned.

Sweet tower of enterprise, and honeyed substance found
We share our treasure where we most abound
Our secret selves are now a flame of sense
Where we explode at last in innocence.

Exploring ways to end all life’s regrets
Our joy a million, million tears forgets.

by Rosemarie Rowley
from IN MEMORY OF HER Dublin 2008


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To Oscar on His 5th Birthday

When only in my state of thanksgiving
  I count riches and all avail it brings;
I am imbued of great joy reliving
  And I am wiser to wonderful things.
Memento Mori and Carpe Diem!
  There is much to see and much to begin,
So live well and long that in years to come
  You not look back and muse what might have been!
Now if from your helping cause I abstain,
  Or when in lonesome brooding I am sad
In futile excess, I'll beg once again
  To hear you curing say "I love you dad!"
Oh wife and child it's you and only you
That makes me love and do the things I do.


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Memento Mori is Latin for "remember you are mortal"
Carpe Diem is Latin for "seize the day"

March 2005


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To Oscar on His 2nd Birthday

Hark! Out of the mouth of babes echoes "Car!"
  And points he the bended finger waving:
In my close held orbit his rising star
  Shines in playful hugs and smooches craving!
Wise an old head on little shoulders sit -
  That likeness of face, O that heart of song:
The torch of wonder in a child's mind lit,
  I see it all and know that you belong.
That first smile, first speak, first kiss bestowing,
  Makes able what was aforetime estranged:
I am now that strength which comes from knowing
  How you were begotten and I was changed.
My darling boy two years a gentle soul,
Always know how much I love and extol.



March 2002


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To Oscar on His 10th Birthday

Child of sun and light - child of isle and sea,
  The moon and stars to my earthly travail:
His the love - not yet guile, not vainglory,
  His the power to shine, to triumph, to fail.
He whose armour of faith girds nakedness,
  Who must adjure higher interventions
Lest beyond Olympus this world not bless
  In mortal youth its vast comprehensions!
Long may the Muses sing when your heart sighs,
  True your lyre echo, your mighty bow draw:
Estrange yourself from the wolves in disguise
  And trust in the twain who begat and bore.
When the blast of heavenly trumpets come
Yours eternal will be a new kingdom.



March 2010


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To Oscar on His 8th Birthday

Far you have come and magnified and shown
  That love is the opiate of the soul,
And much I have loved and much you have grown
  In the anthology of years eightfold.
Be not a hero, nor fool in the throng,
  And owe not any man nor him begrudge;
Do right, even in the tumult of wrong,
  And let the haughty over this world judge!
If one truth is mine to tell let it be
  That no father ever loved his son more;
Thus do I with the fondest frequency
  Affectionately hold and gaze in awe.
Behold! I see a lamb with a lion's heart -
I see my whole, and you its greatest part.




March 2008


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To Oscar on His 1st Birthday

By the raised light of Thor at rainbow's end,
  On first calendar moons of Mars - a son
Born of this earth and time, and I portend
  A new age of blessing is now begun!
From first kicks in utero to gorged teat...
  The nuance of Joy! Love! And Piety!
So begins uncertain and incomplete
  Till miraculous days for all to see.
O babe in arms - beautiful child: my vow
  Is to mind and hold, to acquaintance seek:
To feel soft against mine your heart and brow,
  And kiss those sleepy lids and milky cheek.
So hearken, when tiny almond eyes peep,
Papa's birthday vows: - vows I mean to keep.


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Thor - the Norse god of thunder from which 
          Thursday is derived.
Mars - the Roman god of war after which the 
          month of March is named.

                
March 2001


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To Oscar on His 13th Birthday

Swift the Running Fox - straight his arrowhead:
  O you weaver, you spinner, you hatcher,
And long his hair the eagle feathers spread
  In the sleep shadow of the dreamcatcher!
My boy the windtalker, the hunter brave,
  In buffalo horn and porcupine quills...
A ghost of the warrior in the grave
  Whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills:
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire,
  A child of the Great Spirit in the sky!
Like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
  Chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark - the sacred tree,
And your love is big medicine to me.





March 2013


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To Oscar on His 4th Birthday

In every artifice there is child's play,
  In each fractious enterprise there is good:
And in kindred impulse that is his way
  Stands the flesh of my flesh where I once stood.
So it is and so it shall always be,
  And it connects me in ways I surmise
To see my own little facsimile,
  Rising great in measure and small in size!
I beseech between us a spoken care,
  And pray not implied devotion apart:
That knows no disputation, lie, or fear -
  Only the virtue of love at its heart.
It is my most constant expectation
That you be my greatest dedication.



March 2004


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To Oscar on His 12th Birthday

So the heart and soul of youth and esprit
  Heat and cool in the pit of fire and ice!
How quick its lapse and artless alchemy,
  More dark its trails - more burnt its bitter spice!
Yet what becomes the boy becomes the man,
  And I long for the future and its past
When greater filled do your length of days span,
  Wider your web, your net and shadow cast.
That countenance so fair and sallies bold -
  Fairer still that smitten beauty unseen!
Hearken unto me the days of this world
  And let not elder rebuke come between.
So seek not after idols of this realm -
Seek our God and King in Jerusalem.



March 2012


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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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To Oscar on His 11th Birthday

Yours is the golden crown of King and fold
  Such as are counted the Children of God;
Soldier of the host great and manifold
  To every peaceful realm and battled sod!
Prove incorruptible and heed this wise:
  The rule of men are not mighty to save;
Their inward ravenings crudely devise,
  And thus their only refuge is the grave!
Divine is the child numbered in his days
  Whose shield I hold and whose menace I bear,
Whose stamp of nature does a quiet strength raise -
  Cleave to it lest your heart fail you for fear!
Watch and seek, and rewarded you will be,
Else all that becomes you is vanity.



March 2011


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To Oscar on His 3rd Birthday

The sweetest herb so bitter on my tongue
  Till in great awe I newly held my own;
And when I am old - my Pride and Heir young,
  My time's waste remember you early grown!
A righteous boy does a mighty man make,
  And for now the snares of men unthwart you;
But swift the silence the lightsabers break
  When your broken heart declares "Daddy do!".
Now, my Jedi Knight, your lisp and stammer
  Work not to deter reserves of learning,
Only to raise the unflinching clamour 
  That overjoys that little soul yearning.
One day you'll touch the moon and starry sphere,
One day you'll touch the world, Oscar St.Clair.



March 2003


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To Oscar on His 7th Birthday

Take joy in all youthful felicities
  Lest in a moment's gain it is undone:
Mine is the joy of rich simplicities
  And, you child, its face to always gladden.
That in some small measure you become me -
  Son, so has a light shone on all my days,
And in my image mine own eyes do see
  Your beginnings compassed in countless ways!
So permit me my quatrains and couplings,
  Forgive my rapture and quixotic state:
Mine is the lexicon of beloved things,
  And yours the idioms that resonate.
All I ask from the sinews of my heart
Is that our two swords never smite apart.



March 2007


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Birthday Soliloquy

May second, it beckons me, my birthday!
Many, many moons have risen and set
since this big baby's birth along the way.
I have no qualms, few querulous regrets.
Happy birthday you pathetic poet!
You managed to eke yet another year
out of your life's allotted installments.
Happy birthday fella! You persevered
once more. Eyesight poor but you see much more.
I guess they call it wisdom, gained from all
the years. Just hype! Nothing to underscore:
A bit part, few lines and no curtain calls.
The bard once wrote the world is but a stage
I'll play the part. My role is middle-age.


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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.