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Details | Concrete |
() () A L N I N S YIIIPPPEEEEEE!!! JULY23232323<2<3 I BAKED THIS POETRY CAKE FOR YOU, I FLEW COLORFUL BALLOONS,TOO NOW THAT YOUR SPECIAL DAY IS HERE ICINGS ARE MY BEST WISHES, HUGS AND CHEERS. LET’S DANCE A CHACHA THEN WE’LL DO A BALLET EVERYBODY WILL SING TO BE HAPPIER AND GAY AND LET MY SIMPLE POEM CELEBRATES IN A SPECIAL WAY FOR THE CELEBRITY IS SO SPECIAL! HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
July 24,2014 10.30pm Note: This is re-posting my simple gift to our very dear Anne Lise on her birthday last Month. I hope you will enjoy.

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014




Details | Prose Poetry |
People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
CAROLYN’S BIRTHDAY

“You must believe!” she says
“The evidence is clear.” says she
“In that broad mysterious deep
Somewhere
Down there
Are palaces    docks    pyramids    a crystal
All that once was fair”

She looks at Earth today
Warning all    in her kind way to
“Heed the fate of Atlantis days
Love the land    not the gold
Save the miracles God hath bestowed”

Happy birthday, dear Carolyn
 

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2010




Details | Light Poetry |
I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger





Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
In a far away land
Was a castle prison
In the left back tower they were held captive
The Fool
The High Priest
The Magician

Hours to days
Days to night and months to years
They all looked out the tower windows
The magic gardens beyond their reach
Where the elves danced and the holy ones prayed
The fool babbled his nonsense
The magician made dreams disappear
The three captives suffered 
Evading death each day was a victory
All wondered when evil would come out and play
Castle guards drinking honey wine
Talked of conquests beyond
Battles won and women scorned
On the thirteenth year up in the castle tower
The magician’s birthday arrived once more
Tapped 3 times on the tower floor
The fool became a fool no more
His powers opened up all locked doors
The guards asleep, dreaming honey thoughts
The magician the priest and the fool, out they walked
Along a forest path at night
The fool turned and stared
I am the fool who are you?
The magician lit a fire of magic and burned his soul
The high priestess prayed as he plunged his faith into his heart
He fell upon the sword of holy injustice
Fires rose making forest walls
The earth divided, and the rains fell
In the distance the castle tower tumbled to hell

He was a wizard of another time
Now he wanders the earth, the fool of all time
He wears a cloak that hides his true desires
One day he knows
Deep inside
The people shall one day be free
Of all the burdens they hoard like golden treasures
The fool walks the universe
Free

In the heat of a desert sun
At high noon
The sand soaking the blood lust of battle
The hangman languishes
Holding a head with no body
Wishing he too could be a fool
Free of haunting memories
Free to roam with the
Slaves

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Even tho you still live on
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
But some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
The years have faded
Your voice caresses us from the afterlife
Sweetly delivered to us from paradise
Whimsical music that made us happy with dance
Music that joined us all in festive spirit

The tears from heaven we know are yours
You left us unhappy
You gave humanity song and hope
You gave all of you, till the last breath
The devils cancer devoured you
Now even hell weeps
As all the universe cries for you

I wish I could have held you hand
If only to hold onto beauty for a fleeting moment
Now, I look down upon a grave, solitary
I whisper sweetly
Happy Birthday
Nazia Hassan

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
It's like the same ordinary day,
When pen and thoughts unite.
Muse and views haunt my mind.
This is a day I celebrate and write.

One year of expressing love,
One year of creating rhymes.
One year of friendship on line.
Counting more happiness to find.

November last year when I took a path,
towards serenity and blissful life.
The only site cradled me in storm.
Oh Poetrysoup ,my finest home.

Remembering the sweet comments one by one.
Numerous name came in and out then say goodbye.
But the memories remain here inside my heart.
And keep visiting pages of my dear ones.

A year of struggles and defeat,
A year I love to celebrate.
Thank you for the opportunities.
I learn to write and express my self.





Happy 1st Anniversary in Poetrysoup ...

One year and still counting.....

THANK YOU FOR THE VISIT. Til more poems to share with you dear friends.

Thank you Nette Onclaud, Anne Lise , Deb, Andrea , Vie , Aileen Ghali, Olive, Giorgio, Chuck, Richard, Dr. Mehta ,Sara Kendrick, Dr. Sharma , Verlena, Inner Whispers , Jake Ponce, and to all the Souper Poets who supported my poems .

The honor is mine to have you and to be part of Poetry Soup.

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
by: Poet destroyer 

I investigated many poems today
Friendly people on this (Love Boat)
Everybody different in their own way
The evidence I found is hidden in every poetry line
Mysteriously, one poet comes from (Fantasy Island)

I am filing charges on the lady
Who welcomes you to the soup
Leaves you a comment, without reading your identity

Today I read a report on the supernatural.
Billies demons  vs' (Charlies Angels.)

Investigating a woman who poets you advise, gee's how nice
I will give her a ticket, for making me feel guilty as can be

How about the clown who does not wear a rubber nose.
He puts on a show with his pen and paper (THAT IS TALENT)
He is using his ego another way
He makes us laugh, with one whip of his Belt

I will not release the name on the depressing poem I read
For her, I will stop traffic, and move everyone out of her rain
Her words made my heart bleed

A warrant goes out to the girl who used too much imagination.
I actually got to see tongues to tongue vividly.

I will never ticket the poet queen
Murder she wrote and got away,

I do not know who is the John Doe I found today.
I will be reading his poetry file.
To make sure, he is not misleading this investigation.

I also confiscated an old antique or two
Unique skills found in their retired war shoes

I did my undercover work on a serial killer case on the soup.
That is one report I did not want to picture
I hope the writer will bargain for a life sentence 
In a paradise so Green.

I will soon end my file, and turn in my report about Big Foot
After I arrest them ladies who write about butterflies
It is against the law to lead us on a goose chase
We are nowhere near (A highway to heaven)

I have to go join a (S.W.A.T.) team.
To raid the aliens who invade (The little house on the prairie)
I call this group the (A team)
 You know A-liens team who you are.
 
Someone just posted bail
For the girl who blinded us all
She wore her neon converse a straight ticket to jail

I am on a manhunt locating a molester
Every time she is spotted in a pick out line
She comes back and deletes her trade
Erasing her only profile, just to edit all over again

This coming from a crooked cop, (Magnum)P D
Reporting live on the poetry soup

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
    Deserted 
    Desolate 
    Destitute 
    Empty 
    Homeless 
    Isolated 
    Lonesome 
    Reclusive 
    Solitary 
    Abandoned 
    Alone 
    Apart 
    By oneself
    Companionless 
    Estranged 
    Forsaken 
    Godforsaken 
    Left 
    Lone 
    Outcast 
    Rejected 
    Renounced 
    Secluded 
    Sinking

    Twenty-four black roses
    Hanging around my neck
    Twenty-four hangmen
    Collecting on loves debt

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
I love all of you
I embrace the beauty of the universe
I live in darkness
I smile as I cry
I'll make you laugh, as part of me dissolves
Now I leave you
As I must die

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |



February is her enchanted month a time of birthday songs and refrains, when an added year is but a number so, what is her secret dream for today? Whipping pasta and cake on a quiet evening, strains of ‘Moonlight Serenade’ whistles.. then comes a knocking, her group of friends, surprising her with rows of colored helium, prisms of yellow, pink and red giant balloons gathering around her in bouncing relay! Laughter rolls as they pop colored orbs till everyone sings for her life’s wish- upon star… from out on the porch, a flurry of balloons is released… soaring for cheered returns of days. She keeps one zeppelin with a freckled skin, to remind her of this unforgettable time while moonbeams whisper high above, “You’re not alone;” her eyes misty like night-dew. 1/27/2016 Birthday Party Contest Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron ------------- ~ To my dear AUNT MIMS on her forthcoming 70th birthday. She lives with a 'weekend' sister and two dogs~

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
When you chase love
Down the alley of despair
Love escapes into the thin cold air
You dance alone, in bewilderment

At your solitude

Then at the blink of an eye
You see her, staring over there
Love struck she seems.... with golden hair
She chases love, as she passes you on by

She is solitary and she wonders why

In her room alone does she cry?
Or is she cold, heartless and chasing diamonds in the skies?
I walk in the gardens of summer’s content
Pondering life, and loves discontent

Would she ever shed a tear for me?

Two hearts beating as none
Two souls combined
In the universe of none

Twenty four plus one reasons to die

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
All I want for Christmas
Is my two front teeth
All my back teeth
A Mercedes or Bentley
A life time membership to Hugh Hefner's mansion
The rights to the song "If I had a million dollars"
Cause then I would have 5 million dollars

A new pair of socks
A house full of books
With a sexy librarian too boot
Or in some nice boots
If its not too too much trouble
Santa list of naughty girls
Some Newfoundland screech
A clock that can turn back time
I train set 1000 times bigger than Arthur s
And his butler

Again. If its not too much trouble
A few hundred genies in bottles
A few Rembrandt's and various other famous paintings
The country of Iceland, if the price is right
Oh and all the episodes of "The Rockford files" and "Colombo"
My childhood back

Oh and a private plane
I do not really want one but it would seem plain silly
If I don’t ask, n'est pas?
I almost almost forgot, a harem or even a few
Just for images sake
For I want only one princess

Of course, I would gladly give this all away
If when I see a child suffer or sad
I could paint happiness inside in their little souls
If only
I could paint happiness inside of us all



Of course we can start with the poetry membership!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Happy birthday..... Birthdays comes and goes in every year but few remains with us as golden memories It’s a special day to celebrate with loved ones Although, the years carry our age away but every aged year brings happiness into our heart Life is full of ups and down, weary or teary but life goes always with smile instead of frown The candles have been blown off to say good bye to old year and then the cakes is cut to say welcome to new age The birthday song sung to forget the world and the birthday wishes keep pouring to live more When the birthday gifts are overflowing on the table and impatient face is glowing to open them. Dine and wine are served unlimited Music followed by dance to remember unforgettable day 'Happy Birthday To You' that is last words that we hear from each and every one and again the drums are silent for another year to come. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka All rights are reserved 11/2013

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |


                    Christmas comes but once a year
                    a blessed celebration we all hold so dear
                    of the birth of our Lord Jesus
                    who is the reason for the season
                    we celebrate in many ways
                    each in our own way
                    by giving gifts to family and friends we love
                    with open hearts we share
                    it’s the season to express and show your happiness
                    singing songs of peace, love and joy
                    sleigh bells ring and children sing
                    the wonderful Christmas songs of the season
                    as angles fly through the air
                    Christmas trees with lights all aglow
                    homes decorated all in a row
                    waiting for Santa Claus to show
                    Christmas is all about love an fun
                    from special candies to food and such
                    all the goodies we love to eat so very much 
                    to share our love for the one
                    who was born this day
                    to bring about peace and harmony 
                    for all of history
                    our lord Jesus in Heaven up above

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
HAPPY 90th BIRTHDAY TO THE QUEEN



Our Queen has lived for
90 years
Through storms and 
sunshine, too,
Her steady hand upon
the helm
To guide us safely
through.

Aged 25 the young
Princess
Was thrust in limelight's
glow,
Though shy and 
inexperienced then
Her confidence did grow.

Her husband Philip was
her rock,
Her prop and her mainstay,
His strong support
invaluable
To aid her on her way.

Her wisdom and
experience now
Have stood us in good
stead,
Her name revered 
throughout the world,
Our Commonwealth's 
wise head.

How fortunate we
British are
That she became our
Queen,
We value the stability
That she has come
to mean.

So therefore let us
celebrate
In town or village
green
'A happy 90th birthday
to
'Her Majesty the Queen!'

BY
DARRYL ASHTON 

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Happy Birthday  

A M E R I C A  

On 4th July Which is a 

Great Day for you 

My Best Good Wishes 

To  all My  American friends 

On Poetry Soup & Poetry Pub 

And else where In the world.

Peace and Prosperity

May flourish in your great country,

Specially illuminating your life my friends

And spreading   

Everywhere in the world

Removing the tears from

Every eye.


R a v i n d r a 

Kanpur India 4th July 2010

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
In front of your door
I paced,
Stooped down and retied
My shoelace,
13- the number
That was glazed,
Rung your doorbell since your keys
Had been replaced.

Once the door opens
In a haste,
And you'll stare at it
In amaze,
With a motive of
A nutcase,
I'll smash a birthday cake
Right in your face.

Copyright © Julia Ho | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Happy birthday.....

Birthdays comes and goes in every year
but few remains with us as golden memories
Its a special day to celebrate with loved ones
Although, the years carry our age away
but every aged year brings happiness into our heart
Life is full of ups and down, weary or teary
but life goes always with smile instead of frown
The candles have been blown off to say good bye to old year
and then the cake is cut to say welcome to new age
The birthday song sung to forget the world
and the birthday wishes keep pouring to live more
When the birthday gifts are overflowing on the table
and impatient face is glowing to open them.
Dine and wine are served unlimited
Music followed by dance to remember unforgettable day 
'Happy Birthday To You' that is last words that we hear
from each and everyone and again the drums are silent
for another year to come. 


Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ 2004 Ravi Sathasivam

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dizain |

Looking at the mirror in birthday suit poetry I'm ready now just for you, pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute going down the chest for a poem new a hairy path traversed by hardly few, down the line crazy six packs waiting there a little pause--which way to go from here? Taking courage,further down--moody toy- keep in mind-'To be handled with much care' that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy! ==============000============ Placement:7th; ( May 2012) Contest:Your Birthday Suit Sponsor:Cyndi MacMillan By:kash poet

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
Here are my poem in Norwegian: (translation in English comming down below)

Du blir et år eldre
og du har gjort det med stil
Sekundene tikker
tiden er inne
du går inn i ett nytt år
med håp i sinnet

Tid for ettertanke
på året som gikk
drømmer som knuste
alt du ikke fikk

Men alt det gode
må du ikke glemme
alle de rundt deg
som er glad i deg
her hjemme


Nytt år, nye muligheter
er det noen som sier
nye sjanser feires
med store seremonier
Vi feirer deg og året
som nettopp har gått
og at du har klart deg
så flott

Du er verdens beste
mor og mormor
og du fortjener det beste
Derfor jeg som din datter
prøver mitt beste
på å få sagt det meste
i et dikt til deg

gratulerer med dagen mamma
jeg elsker deg 

Here are my poem in English: (hope you enjoy)

You are a year older
and you do it with style
seconds ticking
the time is right
you enter a new year
with hope in your mind

Time for reflection
the past year
dreams shattered
everything you did not receive

But all the good
do not forget
all those around you
who loves you at
home


New year, new opportunities
There are some who say
new chances celebrated
with large ceremonies
We celebrate you and the year
that have just gone
and that you have managed you
so great

You are the best
mother and grandmother
and you deserve the best
Therefore I, as your daughter
trying my best
to say most
in a poem for you

happy birthday mum
I love you

07/22/2012

Copyright © Laila Andresen Mjelde | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |
Birthday 

I am a citizen of that country
Today is her birthday
Surrounded by barbed wire,
Waiting for the command of firearms
I think that everyone has birthday
Somebody knows, somebody doesn't know
Sometime valuable, sometime worthless.

They have countries, they have rules
Mathematical formulas are known
They have birthdays, festivals
Then the red , black, white, how many countries
They have birthdays.

If give up all the barbed wire, discrimination
Mothers would be same with the smell of soil
Mother would be human being
Then birthday of the world, to me, your, everybody  
So today I feel 
My birthday has become one of the world's birthday.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Late night, at 12 they all had come... full of surprises, it was fun!! My face was actully full of cake, by that time I was totally awake!!
My 18th birthday party will be memorable in life, distinguished by cutting two cakes with a knife. With chips and cakes spread all over the party, The only time when mommy smiled when the carpet became dirty...
I thanked all my loving friends, who had come all the way from the other ends! I hope God could just repeat this day, This was my 18th birthday!!

Copyright © sakshi sitoot | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Their story had been written, 
The book to be read,
Engagement announced,
In marriage he said,
Kneeling to the floor, 
This chapter and more
Dance with me darling 
This verse to the floor,
Come my darling, 
Champagne I shall pour,
Their love came together, 
With times to explore,
The bride was ready,
Treasures in her drawer,
Engagements and plans, 
Banns read out,
Their love was so special, 
No one could doubt,
The day had arisen, 
Her beauty adorned,
Invitations written,
Announcements sworn,
Excitement and nerves 
She stands at the door,
The limo is coming. 
Flowers from the store,
The bridegroom awaits, 
Church bells applaud,
The trail of her dress,
She walks down the aisle,
A glance from the crowd,
She gives them a smile,
He looked at his love, 
She came to his side,
With happiness and joy, 
Looked at his bride,
Took hold of her hand, 
Blessings bestowed,
Placed on her finger,
A ring of pure gold,
Read out their vows. 
To have and to hold,
From this day forth 
Forevermore.
Confetti was poured.
The bride took a glance, 
She held back her tears
The congregation looked,
With spontaneous cheers,
Everything was ready, 
Cake in three tiers,
Bells sounded out, 
To their bow bell ears,
Bridesmaids in waiting, 
Bouquet to be claimed,
The horses were drawn 
Speeches were made, 
Music played,
They danced on the stage. 
True love had been made,
The ending was told. 
He stood there so bold,
His wife, their life
The story told.
Love had surrendered
The book remembered.

Wendy Jae

Copyright © Wendy Rycroft | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Theres no getting away from it,
no one is excluded,
sooner or later during
the course of the day,
everyone has to use it,
it first came on the scene
in the year 1857,
when Joseph Gayetty
showed his new paper invention,
the consumers didn't buy much
because of the cost,
so Joseph did away with it
and considered it a loss,
then in 1890 the Scott brothers
came out with their product,
finally convincing the public
to get on the ball and a roll
to becoming more hygienic,
but in 1928 they had competition,
when Charmin arrived in the stores,
it was like having a softer twin sister,
who could ask for anything more...
then if you were around in 1978
who could forget this commercial,
"please don't squeeze the charmin,"
starring a Mr. Whipple,
and of course today,
there is a much wider tp variety,
that is on display at the store,
I'm just so glad it was invented
to help get to the bottom
of a some what stubborn society,
making tp on our shopping list
a number one priority,
and don't want to sound like a snob,
but thank God we don't have
to resort to still be using
torn out pages from
the Sears and Roebuck Catalog!

Its the toilet papers almost 160th birthday for all you history buffs out there!
(Something like that…not sure of the correct age!)

Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
It's my birthday today. My husband is away and my daughter is away. I was in church when I did something naughty and checked my phone (I go to church on Saturdays....the Biblical Sabbath). There was this message from my 18 year old daughter, Shereen. She wrote a poem for me...I just started crying in church, and I'm sure everyone thought I'd lost it at 46. I'm so proud of my daughter. She has a poem published in a book already. She's my life and joy. I thought I'd share with you!

The Month of May

The clear blue skies, the dancing sun
The gentle breeze when day is done
The quiet blossoms, their sweet perfume
The way they make my spirit bloom
Little things that make me say,
“Oh how I love the month of May”

The burning heat, the birds in flight
The way the stars sparkle at night
The buzzing bees and calming seas 
The sound of singing in the trees
These little things that make me say
“Oh how I love the month of May.”

The little things, so dear to me
Are not the ONLY things, you see
For on the eighteenth day of May
Is someone wonderful’s birthday

Her jet black hair, her skin so fair
The way she smiles makes people stare
She’s full of passion, fierce and bold
The heart she has? It’s made of gold

Her lullabies and big brown eyes
How we would laugh until we’d cry
Her crazy ways, the good old days
When we would blast out songs of praise

Her spirit be so wild and free
Wind through her hair fills her with glee
The way she sings, the joy she brings
She’s better than ALL my little May things
My MAMA Bear is why I say
“Oh how I love the month of May.”

Shereen Natalie Ghali
May 18, 2013

Yes, I'm a proud Mama Bear!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Saying Happy Birthday to you
Really flatters you and me too

Wishing you a joyous day
Memorable… Never to fray

Do enjoy every bit of it
Until you fall in love with it
One hundred years run it
Lug your pail and go for it

Walk straight with firm faith in heart
Jesus knows who does serve by heart

Happy Birthday to you my dear
Is my dear wish to you from here
Though my poem is simple to read
Hoping you grab it soon to read
With sensible spirit and with speed

Take a toast and remember those
Who still care for you the most

Never wish you ever go astray
But steadily accept warm allay

Pretty Texas has a home for you
Surely it does really fit you
You know now I still love you
See your path describes you

My house detests a busy mouse
See only angels enter my house
Pleasing Jesus who welcomes us
And all who comprehend not lust

Reach up for a blessed morning
Restoring moments with finest stories
Pleasant life indeed it is; not boring
Warm sensations do have true beauty

Have your champagne and toast
With friends who only know good
God is watching your path though
Your roots are drawn by one foot

Your stepmother wishes good for you
And finest hopes to hear from you
As a beautiful girl I remember you
So, study well and succeed for you
Stampede those who snagged you
A bright future is leading you

None will look backward and point
At a feather falling in a pink pond
But at every good deed you were fond of
Though snow can polish your smile more

Urges Jesus to cheer up with luck
And always shows you the pretty sun
Hoping to reply a thank you knot
At any time you read it with fun

Light up your candle with utmost kindness
Please dare to make a wish for goodness
See God can read only best candid wishes
That foil your pretty heart with happiness.
By: Nadia F. Shahwan –Note: Logging into Lulupoetry.com to edit few stanzas was 
unfortunate.

Copyright © Nadia Shahwan | Year Posted 2009