He was my papaw and he was my father's dad.
When he died in 1994, it was both tragic and sad.
If Papaw had survived, he would be celebrating his birthday.
If he hadn't died, he would've become 100 years old today.
He was born on July the 28th of 1923.
Today he would've lived for a century.
When Papaw took some medication, he became very sick.
He died six days after his birthday because he was allergic.
Dad was hurt by Papaw's death and so was I.
It's always painful to learn that a grandparent is going to die.
[Dedicated to Burley R. Johnson (1923-1994) who died on August 3, 1994]
Categories:
100th, birthday, grandfather,
Form: Rhyme
Who is this man who rose to sudden fame?
Captain Tom Moore is his official name.
A Yorkshireman who called a spade a spade,
Young Tom became an engineer by trade.
But turning twenty, life was put on hold
As World War 2 had started to unfold.
He joined the Duke of Wellington's platoon
And rose to rank of Captain pretty soon.
In Burma he opposed the Japanese,
And when his duties finished overseas,
Returning home to Blighty, there are tales
Of motorcycling sprees across the Dales.
Throughout the years he'd somehow found the knack
Of reaching out and trying to give back.
Which prompted the idea of raising cash
By giving daily sponsored walks a bash,
Donating funds towards the NHS
And thereby his deep gratitude express.
Despite these trying times he brings us cheer
Encouraging us all to persevere.
We heard him with determination say
'The sun will shine and clouds will go away'.
So on his hundredth birthday let us toast
A Yorkshireman more spirited than most.
29.04.20
Thomas Moore, known as Captain Tom, is a former British Army officer known for his efforts to raise money for charity in the run-up to his 100th birthday during the 2020 coronavirus pandemic.
Categories:
100th, appreciation, endurance, old,
Form: Couplet
On my 100th birthday I will glad to see
A blow torch of candles so very hot it will be
And I can tout in such a sincerest way
I have no enemies on this special day
For they have all passed from this mortal coil
As the years go by I have outlasted them in this greatest toil
To now sit back and broadly smile so easily
You see having a great life is the best revenge you see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
100th, age, old,
Form: Ballad
Poetry
Aged eighty Joyce started to write
Her poems my senses ignite
Imagery so divine
I just wish it was mine
Great poetry brings such delight
Making Fudge
Joyce really loves making fresh fudge
I wonder if I give Joyce a nudge
She will send to me
Her fudge recipe
From my kitchen I would not budge!
Tulip Parade
Without Joyce being sat in her seat
The parade would not be complete
Gardens Joyce does promote
On the flower club float
Her zest for life cannot be beat!
Gardening club
Joyce travels to state garden shows
Her knowledge of plants overflows
It would be a great idea
In her centenary year
To honour her name with a rose
100th Birthday
All soupers we must now rejoice
And shout out with united voice
That we just want to say
Have happy Birthday
To a fabulous poet named Joyce
Happy 100th Birthday Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
4/18/18
Categories:
100th, birthday, celebration, poetess, tribute,
Form: Limerick
Happy Birthday Darling !
Cheers to your first one hundred years.
You're loved, honored and respected
by all your poetry peers.
Hope this day is special,
just like you are to us
and if this greeting makes you smile.
for me, that would be a plus.
You are a joy and a wonder,
someone to emulate and uphold
and I feel so very blessed to know
you and your heart of gold.
Categories:
100th, birthday,
Form: Rhyme
A birthday is a special marker
inside your volume, "Book of Life."
Between the markers lay the pages
of each year's happiness and strife.
And, like a story, life progresses
unfolding gently page by page,
the character and growing wisdom
that magnifies with each new age.
Joyce, with the coming of this birthday,
a special marker joins the rest,
the hundredth one among your pages,
says you are living life your best.
Your gardening, your moving poems,
and love of family so dear;
your gifted years of life we honor...
applaud your day with love and cheer!
April 12, 2018
For Premiere Contest, Occasional Poetry
Sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
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Written for Joyce Johnson's 100th Birthday, July 2018.
Joyce is a PoetrySoup Premium Member
and posted her first poem, March 21, 2005
Categories:
100th, birthday, tribute,
Form: Verse
I wake as usual today and had my herbal tea when I remember today is my birthday. Oh my goodness, am I really 100? How did this happen?
I awake
to a dawn
older than I
Since turning 90, I pinch myself every morning to be sure I am still here. Yet I forgot this morning of all mornings! All my relatives are gathered to celebrate my birthday.
Again, I wonder is this reality or am I a figment of some god's imagination?
Oh well, whatever. . .
relatives gone
another dusk
nightbirds
Categories:
100th, age, birthday, winter,
Form: Haibun
Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins? We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source.
Categories:
100th, sports
Form: Limerick
My 100th Poem
by Rick Rucker
This is my 100th poem,
Enough to fill a (little) tome!
Yes, I know there is no such thing,
But writing these, to my Heart, does bring
A way to tell of all my Dreams,
Filling paper by the reams!
I've enjoyed them, every one,
Simply can't believe the Fun!
They also help me grieve,
Better than I could believe!
I've been up, and I've been down,
Recently in a hospital gown,
But there is this, and it is First,
For Love, it has helped to satisfy my Thirst!
Categories:
100th, happiness
Form: Couplet
My 100th Poem on Poetry Soup!
I joined this wonderful community
with only a handful of poems to offer to this amazing group,
and just look at me now. 100 poems on Poetry Soup.
It most probably wouldn't have never ever happened
without the constant support and inspiration from each and every one of you.
Thank You
Categories:
100th, thank youpoems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Philosopher Carl Yung
had a theory...
Every hundredth monkey
would come up with a
new idea which all the
other monkeys adapted
for the development of
the group's collective...
productivity.
Categories:
100th, education, funny, imagination, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme