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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'

Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2012



Details | Sonnet |

Shakespeare's Birthday

Today’s the day we celebrate
The birthday of the Bard.
His authorship has caused debate,
Which I just disregard.

For William Shakespeare’s poems and plays
Will never find an equal.
His way with words and turn of phrase
Leave no room for a sequel.

It’s centuries since Shakespeare died
Yet all his words are living.
His brilliance let him still provide
The pleasure he keeps giving.

So on this day I’ve penned this sonnet
Just so we could think upon it.

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |

Valentine's Day Birthday

My sweet Ruby's birthday,
Naturally on Valentine's day,
In her honor, the NY city of Beacon
Will close their schools!
Ain't that a kick?
Though, sadly, 
She seems to be "missing in action" lately,
Many wonder why,
She is so loved on this site,
Many of us cry....
So come back home,
To the five and dime,
We'll even through in some 
Jimmy Dean sausages!!!

Or, as Kenny Roger's first song went,
"Ruby, don't take your poems to town!"

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

Details | I do not know? |

birthday

Tonight the stars are in my eyes
Tomorrow comes as no surprise
In the morning when I rise
Another years has slipped me by...
It marks the day of my first breath 
Don't know how many I have left
But each heartbeat in my chest
Has given me a chance at best...
So I thank the lord upon my knees
He speaks to me within a breeze
And before I start my day
It's him I want to hear me say...
I'm grateful for so many dawns
And any seed I may have spawned
Cuz after I am dead and gone
It's thru my children I live on...

Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2010