Late to the party we arrived at seven
At least we showed up before eleven
Sweet Ginette, joined us both at the door
A bottle in my hand ready to pour
Off to the kitchen to see the Birthday Queen
All the happy faces a beautiful scene
Hugs for Chantale, another for Helene
I met a new person, energetic like a teen
Her name if I remember, it is Jocelynne
She is married, to a cool guy his name Martin
Bruno was cooking but stopped to say hi
Christine looked happy to be with her guy
Jokes and conversation, a whole lot of fun
Happy to spend time with everyone
Dave seemed content enjoying the mood
My stomach grumbled, I was ready for food
To the table it was time to sit down
We were all treated, to the best meal in town
First Chantale prayed a blessing on us
Our Savior is great, he deserves a fuss
The meal fantastic but the Tuna was raw
I tried to eat it but it stuck in my craw
My Mary she enjoyed it, although not me
I prefer all things cooked, that come from the sea
The pasta amazing, seafood galore
The wine was superb, I let Christine pour
She sat to my left, Dave sat to my right
Everyone there, made it a perfect night
Once concluded, Christine C sang a song
A Louis Armstrong tune we all joined along
Her voice was clearest ours more like a croak
We were lost in the moment, that's not a joke.
We all started dancing, disco moves on the floor
Armand turned up the sound, as we screamed for more
First time I saw Dave dance, he cuts quite the rug
Armand has his own moves, he likes the Jittery Bug
Before too long it was time for dessert
Hot from all the candles I unbuttoned my shirt
Chantal blew out the candles after making two wishes
Armand served Mary's cake, on rectangular dishes
Chantale's special day, a day to remember
Celebrated each year, October not November
So we raised our glasses, thankful for the cheer
Together we celebrated a friend who is dear!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
Today it’s Sally’s birthday party; she’s the star of the show
She’s a lovely little girl and all her friends are invited to go
They arrive on the doorstep with presents in their hand
Wearing their best clothes, oh don’t they look so grand
Excited children are entertained by Coco the clown
She’s jolly person but her face wears a sad frown
Coco blows up balloons and amazing animals are created
The children clutch them eagerly; they simply are elated
The dining table is laden with glorious treats
Sandwiches, crisps, cakes and biscuits to eat
Sally’s birthday cake is shaped like a cute little cat
Cats are her favourite animal; her kitten is called Pat
The children sing ‘happy birthday’ and Sally makes a wish
Her mum cuts up the pretty cake and serves it on a dish
After tea is over a magician arrives to entertain
He’s called The Great Suprendo but it’s not his real name!
The magician does lots of magic tricks, the children think he’s ace
When he produces a fluffy rabbit they have a smile on their face
Soon the party is over and its time for the children to go home
Sally had a wonderful time but now she’s sad as she’s now alone
Secretly hiding in the kitchen is the Great Suprendo
He gives her the rabbit, her shrieks of delight reach a crescendo!
Mummy and daddy had planned this birthday surprise
Sally is so happy that tears spring into her eyes
Daddy had made the rabbit a wooden rabbit hutch
Sally is overjoyed, and names her pet rabbit Butch
Contest: The Birthday Party
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Standing in a dark dark room
Shadows gave an air of doom
Cobwebs hung across the wall
Spiders on silken threads did fall
Pumpkin faces cast an eerie glow
Ghostly white faces began to show
Skeletons and spooks and ghouls
Their red eyes glowed like ruby jewels
The door opened slowly, how the hinge did creak
A dark figure loomed and began to speak
Mum entered singing with a spooky birthday cake
For it’s my Halloween party not a deathly wake
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
Wake up! It's past ten in the morn!
Didn't you hear me honking my HORN?
Remember? It's October seven!
You forgot? God lord up in heaven!
Yes it's true, my fanciful dame
I'm that steed of mythical fame
Your wishes shall be my command
So may I have the pleasure, Madame?
You didn't know that Unicorns fly?
Oh yeah! We can streak through the sky!
Be prepared for a dazzling flight
'Cause I travel at the speed of light
Got a nice little flat on the moon
(No sweat, I got plenty of room)
We'll fly first to Venus, then Mars
Then I'll take you to visit the stars
Don't rub your eyes, I am real, PD
I exist just because you believe
C'mon! Time's-a-wastin' you know
Are you ready? Hop on! Here we go!...
By: Tim Ryerson
Dedicated to PD in honor of her birthday
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012
April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day
In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother
Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like
Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part
Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream
Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be
Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals
One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart
I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me
Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group
Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay
To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life
You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot
April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday
i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2011
Charmanders are red and Squirtles are blue
If you were a Pokemon I would always choose you
You’re smile is stronger than a hyperbeam
Like Jesse and James we make the perfect team
I will stand by your side like Pikachu and Ash
I’ll love you more than a level eighty Rapidash
You’re more legendary than a Lapras, Entei or Mew
Out of all six hundred and forty Pokemon, I would always choose you
This poem was written by my 11 year old granddaughter Kisha Cherington, my grandson would have been 19 on the 13/07/2013, and he loved Pokemon very much, his sister still misses him and I thought this was just a great couplet she wrote for him, so wanted to share and hope others will enjoy her poem.
Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2013
Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls,
smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless
with love's lilting lullaby. Pastel-bloom hues
sparkled with crystals of dew -
glimmer-prisms of diamond-cut light,
in the month of showers and flowering bowers.
Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil
like gemstones tumbled under the flower of the sun.
Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light;
clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams,
climbing a golden ladder of sunlight.
Crystalline morning softly stroked your face -
a sleeping jewel, gently polished
by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2012
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.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
My family was celebrating my birthday number sixty-five.
Grandson Zachary, who as I recall, was about the age of five,
Asked me after I'd finished blowing out the candles galore,
"Grandpa, how old are you today?" His retort has become family lore!
When I replied, "Zach, today I'm the ripe old age of sixty-five!"
He became very serious and said, "Well, at least you're still alive!"
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Birthday Party" Contest (27 Jan 2016)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2016
On the cake the candles top.
On the plate the cake goes plop.
On the chair the birthday girl.
Onward dance the final swirl.
One less chair the party sits.
One less person the game of wits.
One less song the record plays.
One to win the game of praise.
On the Ass the tail goes.
On the mask so fairness shows.
On the mark to win the game.
Onward winners' prize to claim.
One more chance to swing the stick.
One more time to make it quick.
One more smash to free the loot.
One for all is what we'll root.
Birthday girl for just one day.
Birthday girl come out to play.
Birthdays come to those who wish.
Same time next year and we'll play fish.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2015
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
I have a birthday wish for you today,
Although words are not always easy to say.
In some ways, it does not seem right,
That you are not here and have taken flight.
My heart aches, but I really do understand,
After all my love, I still have your hand.
You have dreams you wish to come true.
This is my wish, my dream for you.
May your happiness be complete,
So in this life your will not feel defeat.
From my heart with this poem,
I cannot wait until you come home.
Edward Ebbs - Desert Storm 2005
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011
Sorry that the postman didn't come today;
To deliver you a letter I wish not to be delay'd,
But I sent the birds to give it to you.
In the sky they held it, and above they flew.
It happened that the letter was blown
It rested on a lost ship with the flown,
But the man there began to acclaim
Because they were your candles that flam'd
And up he gets to your house
To tell you by the bones of his mouth:
Copyright © Sandy Tadros | Year Posted 2015
Happy birthday Dad
Ever since you left us all in tears,
our hearts ached in grief for years.
Sweet memories of times together,
brush gently as subtle touch of feather !
Longing to touch you and embrace,
while feeling your presence at every place.
Your smiling face in my eyes I embellish,
but wonder why in a blink you vanish?
That in my each cell you are very much alive,
It was too late to realise and end up strife.
Remember the days of joy, None of them so sad,
Today I am wishing you happy birthday dear Dad!
Written November 23rd, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
A tribute to my dad on his birthday today
Entered for contest by Brian
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014
Rainbows painted all over the walls
Unicorns replacing the horses own stalls
Three cakes each made a mile high
And presents that nearly touch the sky
Princesses, princes, jesters and knights
Acrobats, clowns, and dynamite
Puppies that play fetch all over the lawn
A new four post bed for me to lay on
But the most important of all of these things
Is the entry of Mr. Sir Daddy the King
For he is the one whom all of us love
And is far, far better than the cakes up above
He will be there, no need for the rest
Just having Daddy already makes me feel blessed
Never would I like to invite million friends
Because deep down I only want my Daddy to attend
Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2016
Am I being too bold?
To say Lordy! You’re OLD
Old enough to grow
Old enough to know
Old enough to show
Old enough to sow
Old enough to flow
Old enough to glow…
Glowing as you are
Glowing as a star
that sparkles so bright
at the speed of light…
***Written for a very special and unique lady to celebrate her upcoming birthday
(Oh well, what the hell…It’s for her contest too)
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
Today, I ought to Thee, my Lord, eternal thanksgiving to render
For it was on a day as this, Thou breathed into me, life so tender!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 August 2016
*It was on this date that my first breath on this planet I took.
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016
In a blink of an eye you were took away
they say time`s a healer,i think not
you`re still in many thoughts every day
still in our hearts, never forgot.
For the character you were,everyone loved
i know you`ll be looking over all with care
whilst amongst friends and family who is above
thirteen years in the heavens, you have been there.
I can safely say,and this goes for most
we all miss your charm care and cheek
all that knew you,can some way boast
they had the pleasure knowing you,left at your peak.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATE X
RESTING PECEFULLY, LEE R KING 9/3/67-27-1-2000.
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2013
Being an adult on Planet Earth
At its center I've been since Birth
The one place I've known and called home
It's virtues I've come to adore and uphold
And in adversity, I gaze in the unknown
Finding help I can't call my own
For I know that friends can be stars
And you reading this, are one to me!!!
Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2013
HERE'S WISHING YOU A BUCKET OF THE BEST,
FOR HAVING REACHED THAT GOLDEN CREST,
I MYSELF CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT FAR BACK,
TO THE TIME WHEN I BROKE YOUTH'S BACK...
BUT WISHING YOU THE BEST FOR THE NEXT MANY YEARS,
YOU'LL ONLY GET UGLIER AND WISER SO BELAY YOUR FEARS.
MAY YOUR HEART BE FILLED WITH JOYFUL TEARS,
MEANWHILE, KICK BACK WITH A COUPLE A BEERS.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
Happy Birthday Joey
I hope this will get to my wife
Your gone but never from my life
A birthday poem to you my dear
I wish you will always be near
Just a few words I want to say
I love you so much only everyday
I will send you a message on a balloon
Watch for it, look towards the moon
One day you will come for me
Until then happy birthday Joey
Copyright © Michael Gelb | Year Posted 2010
My big birthday is coming and I need a sailor’s eye,
With one eye on the calendar, the other on the sky.
Reserving the park early to hold the celebration
Invitations went to everyone I knew across the nation.
But rain clouds have kept coming and I have begun to fret.
We haven’t had two days of sun in a succession yet.
I thought that it was safe to plan for a birthday in July,
But rain clouds have chased summer in the ever changing sky.
One day of sun, six days of rain have been a normal week.
Clouds are forming up again, this moment as I speak.
I am surprised that I have made it to the age of ninety-five.
July 7th bring the sunshine please, to cheer that I’m alive.
June 23, 13
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
My mind oft digresses to a passed time and day
And in thought I see a manger so far, far away.
I visualize the first Christmas gift swaddled and fair
No fancy gift-wrapping and few that would care.
Millenniums are now spent and yet silently I pause
Remembering this event, predating Santa Claus;
I contemplate at length, why so few seem to care
Demonstrating not angst for their soul and it's fare.
Being overly preoccupied in the spirit of the season
Oft captures my thoughts, from Jesus, the reason.
At times I'm Immersed with seasonal things to do
But to this gift of Christmas I will never bid adieu.
So with Christmas upon us let the message thus be
About a child named Jesus, whose mission was Calvary.
Give the gift that keeps giving, one born in a stable
For He did for mankind that which no other was able.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Merry Christmas Everyone
Jesus Loves You
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2009
An empire on which the sun never set
became her commonwealth.
A kingdom of four crowns ,close held
her fiefdom and her realm.
Politicos by the dozen ,came and went
her sense of duty stayed,from heaven sent.
Family failures&tragedy tested this resolve
for many years ' horribilis'.
Ninety now ,to Elizabeth we lift a glass
long may she live&reign in 'annus mirabilis'
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2016
Pity the poor Beelzebub
From some sort of under club
But his creators made him such lovely cake
Many candles and portion for you to partake
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2010
The shadows of doubt were following me since my life’s dawn
Overcastting my thoughts as not to find the place that I belong
But Thou, my Lord, have shown me Thy everlasting celestial way:
Unconditionally to love every being of your creation to this day
For that my heart everlastingly Thy glory would thankfully sing
Continuously working the desired peace on this planet to bring
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 August 2014
*Commemorating my reaching the age of Socrates!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014
Let this auspicious day be a ladder for you...
To overcome the hurdles...& just pass through...
The landmarks of unhappiness....
Towards the realms of sweet success....!
May this day also remind...
The tenets that were always there in your mind...
May your heart be as pure as a God...
& culture prevail in your action & word...!
May Time be a mere witness....
As you gallop ahead with pristine progress....
May Fortune be your timid slave...
As it always favours the brave....!
May the Future flower your life with glee...
hopes,triumphs and prosperity...
May you always be what you are....
& the road of your stride stretch far & far.....
Copyright © DEBASISH MISHRA | Year Posted 2013
It is my birthday, the cake is so fine
Covered in icing with candles of nine
I have on my hat the paper kind
I close my eyes and search my mind
What can I wish for, what do i want
This to me is a special moment.
Is it wealth or material things
Or a host of Angels with wings
A new puppy maybe, now that idea is great
But my Mam says for that I must wait
Is it happiness for all, yes I wish that
But thats not good enough, nor is a cat
I know what I will wish for its something new
My wish is " May Your Every Wish Come True"
So now as I blow out my candles 1,2,3,4
Thats half the wish accounted for
5,6,7,8,9 out of puff now
Thats all of them out soooo
Lets enjoy the cake, thats my first wish to you
Hope the things you wish for follow through
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2012
with hair pinned up.
A velvet dress,
shows just enough.
a first date gift,
of bottled perfume,
the fragrant mist.
Of White Shoulders.
Copyright © Jeanette Woods | Year Posted 2013
It’s Deborah’s birthday today - I think she’s twenty one
I’m lucky to have found her, she shines like the morning sun
She’s always here to leave a lovely comment on our work
It’s something she enjoys not a task she will ever shirk
She is fantastic friend to me in keeping my spirits high
Saying wonderful words to me and my confidence does fly
Deborah you truly are a special friend
We will be friends to the very end
Hugs as ever Jan xxxxxxx
31st May 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014