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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. :)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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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.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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Happy Birthday

Each day marks an earthly rotation full; The ascending sun warms, and setting cools. This day is pinnacle, hence above all; Our star’s broadening smile turns to you. Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such: The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale. To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much; For it is rare a human knows its luck. Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours, (‘Though the seizing of days ought be common). Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores— The persons willing: rejoice by side you. Happy Birthday is all I wish to add, Along with the regards of a young lad!

Copyright © Alfred Wilmot

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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.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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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

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Come4tunes and comfort me - My frenemy's best birthday wishes

2day once more was fun day, because the sun was there:
Of course! Like all the sundays, as usually they were...
if only you were there 4 me, and not 4 all together!
The sun has gone, and in the mood, it's moon day that begins 

and all around the ticking sounds that I hear all around me,
there's suddenly my Blackberry: a ringtone's sent to me.
As yesterday was 'gain your birthday, told the ringtone sent to me,
As usual, I'm sending you 4 tunes to comfort me;

because I know that once again, as for many a birthday
you surely still are thinking of the things that run the same way:
There is The Sun, there is The Belle and Moon day !s their frenemy's day;

and I am used to sail away for it's too hard to see
that your stubborness clings to him and it won't let us be...
Goodbye, my love; I hope next year you'll come4tunes to comfort me.  

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday

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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

Copyright © Matt Ancient

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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?

Copyright © Tariq Zaqout

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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

Copyright © Noel Villarosa

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BIRTHDAY



Be who you are:
Indulge your heart;
Rise up a star,
Touch with clear art;
Heed inner voice,
Decree and see;
Align sure choice,
Yield to beauty;
Word your own play,
Instruct grand style;
Sense happy days,
Hurl cheery smiles;
Expect grand things,
Sense joyous flings.



Leon Enriquez
29 August 2014
Singapore

Copyright © Leon Enriquez

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Happy Birthday Lorena

Of the laurel tree your name is derived
Honor and victory are contained therein
Complete happiness has been deprived
Your victory, where is it, and also when

Patience, all good things to those in wait
Suffering like everything else must fade
Compassion is definitely your great trait
In the calm waters of kindness you wade

Lorena, your dedication was long overdue
A great friend, and inspiration you provide
Sympathy and motivation ringing through
Leaving an eternal bond I feel deep inside

Although many have the capacity to be-friend
You're a special person, now and until the end


By Wayland Bunch
Happy Birthday Lori, poem belated but I hope you had
a great birthday..	Thanks for always listening and being
patient and unselfish in your tough times. You're a great
friend I'm.lucky to have.






















Copyright © wayland bunch

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Petals Fall Gently

Petals fall gently from a Mystic Rose
Sweet fragrance that drifts endless through time
Luscious words linger from poems she chose
A writer's gift , gentle kinship and rhyme
Poets merge with emotion shared, expressed
Poetry created as words intertwined
A gracious heart, her poetry impressed
My words were so simple in their design
Her time she shares travels with sad parting
Like lovers in tranquil meadows they found
The clock hand turns before time departing
To have visited her spirit, profound

Across a page poetic, words repose
Petals fall gently from a Mystic Rose


HAPPY BIRTHDAY my poetic friend
a sonnet for your special day
Your writing buddy..Frederic

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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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

Copyright © Noel Villarosa

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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

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley

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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

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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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.
My best friend who suffers from agoraphobia.


                   June 2010

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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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, father, keeper, and upholder,
  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 -
Its virtual joys and virtual truth.




March 2014

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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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.




                   March 2005

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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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

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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To Oscar on His 15th Birthday

Juvenescence shines like the sun's slow climb,
  And I see a bird not yet flown its cage;
I hear the footsteps in the march of time -
  A journey of self, a coming of age!
And you Peter Pan on wings of an elf,
  Who the power of eternal youth seeks,
Must fly its limits lest your second self
  Hidden from you conceal your own mystiques!
So fear not the coming years - yours or mine -
  And love your God with all your heart and soul,
Nor misspeak and cast your pearls before swine
  For all that you do bears a living toll.
And son, in your shared purpose be like them
Whoso rise above the hubris of men.




March 2015

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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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.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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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

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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Pisces' Peaces

The eyes of March are always watching me
Though scattered from a constellation past
Oh March only you know my history
The stars maintain victory from the blast
When I could not find you in the Pisces
I figured your airy scent wanted more
So I slept twenty-one days in nighties
When I awoke there he was at my door
There was peace, There was air and no more lies
I knew the three of us would meet again
Knock, Knock, the door, and March to my surprise
For one whole year I lived no peace within
But now two days from today we can say
No more Pisces, just an Aries' birthday

Copyright © Nathan Irving

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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!
Yet upon this dark and cold stormy sea
  Drifts a hollow vessel its depths to fade;
A broken wreckage of a lost glory,
  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.


                 

                January 1994

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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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.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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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

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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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

Copyright © Leon Enriquez

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Birthday





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?





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English Sonnet, for Debbie and Cyndi's Contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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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

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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To Oscar on His 12th Birthday

So the bloom of youth, of life, of esprit,
  Heat and cool in the pit of fire and ice!
How quick its lapse, its forge, its alchemy,
  More dark its trails - more willful its device!
Yet what becomes the boy becomes the man,
  And I its sallies and airs will see past
When greater filled do your length of days span
  And wider does your net and shadow cast.
True is the countenance fair to behold,
  Fairer still that smitten beauty unseen!
Hearken unto me the days of this world
  And let not elder rebuke come between.
Thus seek not after idols of this realm -
Seek our God and King in Jerusalem.



                   March 2012

Copyright © Keith Trestrail