Tonight is my birthday and I'm in for a surprise
My darling desires to thrill my eyes
The living room is set and the lights are turned low
Scented candles are lit as I await what she shows
Soft ballads play from rock bands we adore
To my left she enters such beauty amour
In sexy black lace with traces of deep red
Her curvaceous shapes play with my head
Teasing and taunting in her gypsy style dance
Erotic she is, my eyes captured in trance
Pouting she writhes alluring my clutch
Staying out of reach, denying me of touch
Scintillating movements as she edges real close
Her perfume entices my desire to pursue
My hearts now pumping in manly crave
As I catch her kisses in loving threw
Closer she dances as she takes my hand
As I arise and join her as we take to the floor
Embraced we are on this special night
Passion awaits with my girl I adore
Touchingly we kiss as our hands declare
Revealing to each other our bodily joys
Blissful caressing declares our time
Our bodies unite in loving employ
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
So many poemless years,
Not describing your true beauty.
You’re more than an Angel,
Here on angelic duty.
Your face echoes truth,
Of divine radiance on earth.
Your presence warms my soul,
And gives my life its worth.
You’re the one I think about,
With an honest heart so true.
I just want to speak from my within,
And wish a happy birthday to you.
As I bring you a little closer,
Your angelic dust disappears.
I have always wanted to whisper,
Happy birthday in your ear.
Today is the day of reckoning,
As my lips whisper this greeting.
And praise a wonderful day,
While in our secret meeting.
Not a meeting of lustful acts,
But a meeting of a warm embrace.
I have always been mesmerized,
When I look upon your face.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
There is a woman who has a passion
Not for a man and not for a fashion
Her passion is for a horse, a horse with a horn.
Commonly known as a mystical unicorn.
This mythical beast from days of yore
Did it walk on this hallowed land before?
The Bible mentions this unicorn
But the science says it’s a beast with one horn.
It’s placed where the horn is on a rhinoceros
So what is that trying to tell the lot of us?
Those unicorns did not roam about
I know that’s hard love, please don’t shout
The mythical beast of charm and of love
Is just a rhinoceros to you and me, my dove?
The Bible talks of it with other beasts
Not mythical ones, that now have all ceased.
What it means is a beast with just one horn
But not the mythical mystical unicorn
But for you PD I will start to seek
For a horse with a horn that would be labelled a freak.
I will scour the lands up hill and down dale
I will lift every stone and turn every hay bale
If this horse with a horn is what you desire
I will spend my time searching-until I expire.
For you with a passion for a horse with a horn
I’ll search for ever to find your mystical unicorn
But if I expire before my quest is done
I’ll get an apprentice, and he can find one.
© 10/09/2012 ~GG~
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
With all my heart and fairly,
Did I offer sweet surprise-
A birthday present early,
An art drawn near sunrise
All night working perfection,
I had gotten the shading right
With the shadow and reflection-
A suave leopard napping tight
He vowed I’d forget him some day
Though little did he know,
A month before my dear’s birthday,
His gift was ready to go
As time went by and quickly,
Fine colors met dark shades
His affections died so swiftly
And he erased the luster away
For the suave leopard in me slept
As long as his heart did rage
My gift through tears had crept
On the perfection of the page
Happy Birthday to you dear,
My present waits to be sent
I will cease these useless tears
For my love is time well spent
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
As I close in rapidly on my 77th birthday
I reflect on what's happened in my life
Sometimes filled with joy and fulfillment
At times with heartache and strife
Eternally grateful for each moment I've spent
On this wonderful ride through the years
Couldn't have asked for a more exciting journey
Mixed with laughter and my share of tears
Though I don't own a rich villa in Spain
Wouldn't change things for a million bucks
Surrounded by friends and all my loved ones
I've had more than my share of good luck
So I owe a debt of gratitude to the folks
Whose paths crossed mine through the years
A great big thanks and many good wishes
These are memories I'll always hold dear
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
I’m happy and contented,
I feel like I could burst.
When the cake came out,
I got my mitts in first.
Some call me a glutton,
others say I’m speedy.
Actually, I’m just smart,
energetic and speedy.
I hope that on your birthday,
you somehow get the urge.
According to my book,
it’s your turn to splurge!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
It was her big day, she'd waited a while
Her excitement was building, but so was her bile
She'd planned this party to the final detail
Invited all of her friends, she just couldn't fail
Picking up her new wand, she began to get ready
Her nervousness making her a little unsteady
She waved the wand and muttered a spell
That would make her hair look simply swell
But halfway through, she felt quite green
She mixed up the words and said something obscene
Sparks flew form her hair and set fire to her shawl
She leapt up in the air and let her wand fall
Screeching and cursing she danced round the room
Jerking so violently, she kicked over her broom
It shuddered before leaping high into the air
Knocking her over and into a chair
That would have been fine if she hadn't squashed flat
Her magical, but cranky, black and white cat
It meowed very loudly and flew into a rage
With claws and fur flying it went on a rampage
It flew at the witch, angry and wild
It's sleep now disturbed, it's temper quite vile
The cat landed squarely on the poor witches head
And digging it's claws in, it started to shred
The witch screamed quite loudly and stumbled right back
Screeching and pulling 'til she heard a loud crack
Holding the cat she looked down to check
And saw her new wand lying broken on the deck
Looking in panic at the defective magic stick,
Which was sparking and spitting out magical tricks,
She lifted her foot, backing away
But the cat suddenly panicked, abandoning the fray
The witch lost her balance and tripped over her dress
Tearing her stockings and hem in the process
She put out her hand to stop herself tumbling
And grabbed hold of the broom, still groaning and grumbling
Then the bell rang, her guests had arrived
Looking at the mess, she felt her hope dive
She'd had such high hopes for tonight's monster bash
She'd planned it for ages, made it quite flash
She went to the door with a tear in her eye
Her dress was ripped and her make-up awry
She opened it wide and beamed a feigned smile
But her friends saw through her attempt to beguile
They peered over her shoulder and exclaimed at the mess
Then looked back at the witch, she looked so depressed
"Don't worry," they said, "we'll help you out.
After all, that's what friendship's all about!"
The fairy waved her wand, the warlock cast a spell
It all seemed to be going exceptionally well
For a while it looked like the show would go on
But no-one had noticed the still sparking wand
Copyright © Jenni Munn | Year Posted 2011
Just when they thought the house was pristine
They were blinded by flashes, purple and green
A psychedelic flare shot up through the roof
Then crashed back down with a loud, smoky POOF!
It hissed and it fizzled in the middle of the room
They all backed away from the kaleidoscopic plume
But before they could leave there was an almighty flash
Then an explosion that ended in an ear-banging crash
When the smoke cleared they all looked around
The house had been razed all the way to the ground
The cat's fur was singed, the furniture was dust
The guest's clothes were blackened, their expressions nonplussed
The goblin was fizzing, the ogre displeased
"Well this was a disaster!" the scorched elves teased
The fairy was frowning at her charred, blackened wings
Whilst the pixies were playing in the soot, of all things
Suddenly the witch burst into pained tears
This debacle had confirmed her very worst fears
She'd never tried to have a birthday party before
And after today, she wouldn't try to any more
Her sobs were so desperate, so sad, so forlorn
That her friends felt quite guilty for showing such scorn
They each gave her a hug and said not to fret
The party wasn't done; at least not yet!
"You see," said the wizard, "the house might be charred,
But we can always continue in your perfect back yard
The witch looked at her friends with hope in her eyes
And felt the cloud of despair beginning to rise
"Do you mean it?" she asked, her tears drying up
"Yes," they all smiled, "let's get it set up!"
They used all of their skills and magical tricks
To create a new party; it was really quite slick
Then for the finale the ogre did bake
An amazingly huge strawberry cake
The witch blew out the candles and made her wish
Before sampling the cake, which was simply delish!
She looked at her friends, her smile so bright
"I'm so lucky to have you, you're all a delight!"
The beamed at the praise too touched to respond
And nobody noticed the still sparking wand...
Copyright © Jenni Munn | Year Posted 2011
They said we'd never make it
They said we would not last
And though we've had it rough, dear
For us, the dye's long been cast
They don't seem to understand it
They don't have a single clue
That though we have our problems
There is a magic glue
A glue so rare and precious
A glue so exquisitely fine
Forged out of our young love
Making you forever mine
We have a precious daughter
She is the forever bond
The union of our souls is she
Of whom you are so fond
Today as I watched you sleep
I longed to kiss you awake
With passion dipped words to say:
“Wake up, sweet love let’s make!”
And so I teased and I pleased you
Laid your head on my bare breast
I smiled at myself for I knew
That would bring on all the rest
I was not disappointed
You made me scream and sign
With techniques tried and true
You took me to the heavens high
And now you're getting older
You're climbing the ladder of time
Remember when you're old and grey
I'll still think you are sublime!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A Little Background:
I wrote this some time ago for my husband, but I added to it to post it today. I met him when we were twelve, he asked me out at 14, I accepted him at 17 when I came back from the States, I married him at 26. We were neighbors, but our families were rivals of sorts. Regular Montegues and Capulets. His parents threatened to disown him if he married me. He was willing to go through the risk. This explains the beginning of the poem. It's been twenty years now. We are still together. The Title of the poem, a song by Sheena Easton, was "Our SONG."
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
Another year has passed by
One more flower has bloomed
Another dream is realized
A horrible fear is doomed
Your gifts, my divine Father
Have been forever so great
Into the palm of your hands
I'm happy to put my fate!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 August 2015
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
I finally get it.
It has nothing to do with me.
I opened the eyes in my heart
and now I truly see.
I know that I'll be locked up
and that I wont get a toy.
But my heart is beating like a drum
and it's drumming in the Christmas joy.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Thank you Father for your Son.
The gift of my salvation
after my time on earth is done.
What an awesome present.
There isn't anything I want more.
I asked Him to come into my heart
and He walked right through the door.
I was feeling sad and lonely.
It's hard to be happy here in jail.
But when I think of Jesus' Birthday.
It makes me smile without fail.
Merry Christmas everybody!
I hope you feel it too.
If you've got the bah humbugs.
It's not about me or you.
It's about our Lord Jesus.
The gift that everyone can share.
God gave to us His only Son.
So let Him know how much you care.
I wrote this one Christmas when I
was in jail and thought I lost it
but there it was in my memory.
Merry X-mas everyone and God Bless you.
Copyright © Allan Granstrom | Year Posted 2010
Prayers for this world said
they stand in honor of peace
as war looms ugly terror invades
twisted darkness plots and schemes
Turning it's back on love thy neighbor
godless afflictions of the deceivers tongue
my heart bleeds watching such evil deeds
them carried out calling God is one curse
In the abominations of what is done
I feel so sad all the tears shed
to wash away the sins of pity
then crying to our almighty Lord
For loves sake sweet humanity
stop the killing of innocence in this world
it has gone mad enough filled with the devil's hate
consuming everything that is good
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
I hurried to the far corner
Of my favorite reading nook.
I couldn't wait to open it,
My gift of brand new, unread book.
When I was young, new books were rare.
Mama said food and clothes came first.
So I knew not to ask for one,
Although I couldn't quench the thirst.
My beloved older, brother had
Been earning wages for awhile.
He bought a book for my birthday.
He knew how to bring out my smile.
Would it take me to new places,
To places I had never been?
Transport me to grand adventures
That would make my little world spin?
My nook and my home soon faded.
I was taken to a new land.
There was nowhere I couldn't be
When holding new book in my hand.
I'd like to go back to childhood
And read an adventurous book,
As I did on that twelfth birthday
In my own little reading nook.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
Do you hear what I hear
in the far off fields?
Farmers tending to their crops
and counting out their yields.
Sheep are mewing,cattle too
like those so long ago.
When little baby Jesus
did set the stars aglow.
Three wise men did travel far
to see this glorious sight.
They carried precious oils and such
to give to Him that night.
The babe was wrapped in ragged cloth
but never did He cry.
He smiled sweet as heavenly hosts
did flutter wings nearby.
So do you hear what I hear
into this night as then?
A chorus of angels,shepherds too
singing good news again.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2012
This is just a note to say,
I thought of you today.
I could see you in my mind,
When as a child you played.
I remember all the years,
Both the laughter and the tears;
The bandaged knees, the scary dreams,
I'd try to calm your fears;
And then of course there were the years,
That we were less than friends.
I loved you still but oft I thought,
Those years would never end.
You thought I was your enemy.
It tore apart my heart.
You couldn't see how much I cared.
It pierced me like a dart.
We fought because I cared for you,
And I was in the way.
We saw things differently, we two,
Not like it is today.
Now I think you understand,
You've children of your own.
You strive to give them all you can,
Provide for them a home.
It isn't always easy,
But you don't mind at all,
Because these are your babies,
And it's worth it all in all,
To know that they have all they need,
And that they're well and hearty;
For this is what a mother does,
It's not just one big party.
You're doing fine my darling girl,
But know that I'm still here.
Just as you're their mom for life,
I am yours my dear.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016
O Ima - this day be thy special day,
Mayst thou hast joy as smile upon thy face.
For I've not cake nor candles for thy day;
Only kind prayers hoping they'll find there place.
Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2011
It was many years ago
Mar and I tied the knot
And the good times were many
And the bad ones we forgot
Had Erin; Ellen; Edie
So we upped the people count
And then, each of them, in turn
Added more to the amount
We’re here now to celebrate
Something of momentous size
Marlys turning seventy
And the market took a dive
So raise your glasses on high
Let’s toast to the very one
Whose Birthday provided us
With all this good food and fun
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
Happy birthday! It seems that time
has ran its course for another year;
the only difference, that I can find,
is that I love you, even more, my dear.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
Fireworks bulging from pocket decay --
Mostly the boys; but, a few girls held rockets.
Back-in-the-day, when it was still okay
To stick metallic cutlery in electric sockets.
The four corners cordoned off.
Block upon block awaiting dusk,
Impatient for that fiery cough
Of blockbuster, gunpowder musk.
And so it begins, for all ages and kin:
Tots sparkling in volcanic river lava;
Adults ignite pails of every which sin;
Eardrums assaulted, nerves of java.
Grasping hot candles and crackers in hand
We, being dumber than a dead-end,
Tear a gaping hole in the side of a friend.
It was a good day -- until the end....
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016
Today is ur day
Sister, be glad and
For Allah has brought
To you all you
Forget not to be full
Of thanks and not
party like the fool
Who tanx Him not
But complains a lot!
May u see more
And years with
courage and not
In this deen
Islam that fits u as a
AND MAY YOU DIE
THE DEATH BEST
AS A MUSLIM THAT
IS TRUSTED AFTER
Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012
A heart of gold never turns to stone
A heart of gold never changes to platinum
When a heart of gold turns weary and old
That heart of gold reveals its true form.
A heart of gold will spread its joy
A heart of gold will empathize
When a heart of gold shows kindness to both girl and boy
That heart of gold can do more than just grow
A heart of gold can feel pain and sorrow
A heart of gold can have dark secrets
When a heart of gold lets its feelings show
That heart of gold will get help from those like it
But a heart of gold doesn't have to be pure
But a heart of gold doesn't need to prove itself
Because a heart of gold is within each being of the world
And these hearts of gold will let us be ourself
Copyright © Noah Cronnelly | Year Posted 2016
Thank you Lord for this forty three years
There has been moments of successes, failures
joyness and sorrowness
Lessons had made me more stronger to cope with
any setback that would appears
A blessed day that I will celebrate with gladness
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015
A Nook and a Story Book
In my childhood on every birthday
I owned two books owing to family norm,
one tough academic book from my Dad
and other lucid story book from grand mom.
I was fascinated for gift from grandma
That was my only entry to the story book.
Strict Dad did not allow me to follow stories.
To smell fragrance of story I searched for a nook.
Nooks and corners were not safe enough.
Dictator Dad had always strong vigilance.
I had to hide story book under the text.
None was able to detect my tact at a glance.
what I would give for a Nook and a story Book Contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016
Stillness feels deep here in these halls;
Silent vistas offer relief;
Death brings sure sleep at curtain call;
Cold agendas in grief's sad brief.
Long passageways and rows and rows;
Lonely sailings to unknown shores;
The dead don't say what yonder grows;
We the living wish we knew more.
Our visit here to greet the dead,
To pray for souls to rest in peace;
Let kinship steer fate's sure parade;
We feel the hold, the dead at ease.
Each niche a tale of life now flown;
Each face once walked this earthly plain;
Now silence trails lost bygone moans;
Now stillness talks where no voice gains.
Memorial day for our lost kin;
A prayer fond, a mindset still;
Whispers now stay for peace within;
Stroll by this lawn, mourning hearts feel.
With soul and heart, talk to the dead;
We know they hear our inner voice;
Life circle parts beyond all dread;
Cycles endear sound grace and poise.
Brief tablets speak where words now fail;
Deeply attuned with wise intent,
Each mounts a peak beyond the veil:
Feel hint and tune frame lost content.
As shadows fall in the last light,
We take a stroll here first and last;
Live sweet and gall with new-found sight;
Life's on a roll in feast or fast.
The dead remind that life goes on;
The grim reaper awaits each soul;
Discern the find here and beyond;
Soon each sleeper will circle whole.
Sunlight now fails, winds of change blow;
Horizons pale, lost of sure breath;
Death's icy gale fills each hollow;
And thus soul sails to greet kind death!
Here by this route where hallways meet,
All thoughts and deeds return to rest;
Death is time-out for two-way street;
Each cycle seeds soul journey quest.
We take our time to simply dwell,
Observe and know time here is brief;
Heed love's fond chimes to live life well;
Then candle blows with joy not grief.
Now once again, we carry on
To weather all, to live our best
With poise laid plain, feel once upon
A time that call to feel love's quest.
Our prayers laid, our kinship made,
We take our leave in heartfelt calm;
Feel love repaid in succinct trade;
Forsake this grief with cheery psalm.
28 Mar 2014
(Dedication: For my late mother on her birthday
anniversary, born 28 March 1927.)
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
Felt absurd as they kindly said
I could have my heart’s wildest wish
A golden chance to knock and order
a costly ensemble or a flying fish
Mom, an admirable and genial woman
stood waiting till all of us ate
Caught her adding water to gravy
later ladling her plate
I did appreciate the generous love and care
but couldn’t subject engineer dad to my greed
Snubbed the kink of wish that made me irritable
shh..my excellent parents had eight mouths to feed
An orange haired little cat
iris shining in the sun’s gleam
lay at my feet the birthday morning
straight out of my last night’s dream
That memory emits such effulgence when
power of love bowled me over that December
The secret wish I hid deep was fulfilled
without an iota of hint,I remember
Time taken to write:1 hour
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
The Wenatchee River Festival
Held the third weekend of June
The four of us attended
To hear a Bluegrass tune
Friday the seventeenth,
This year’s opening day
The day I turned seventy five
A time to celebrate and play
I have a special lawn chair
It seems to fit me right
Sitting in the sixth row
The stage was in good sight
A group was performing
Bluegrass at its best
When I had to get up and go
A “must” I will confess
As I was returning
My name was being paged
So I yelled “Here I am”
To the group up the stage
They said “we’ve been told
Your Seventy-Five today”
“We wish you Happy Birthday”
Then they began to play
The Happy Birthday Song
Was sung just for me
The audience even sang along
I was speechless as can be
How could this happen?
My head began to spin
It must have been Chuck Egner
He proved it with his grin
My wife, daughter, grand-daughter
We didn’t know what to say
But thanks for the birthday present
You gave to me that day
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
Christmas is a time that we can celebrate,
and give gifts to honor a unique birth date.
Cardinal holiday of the year as well,
it's the birthday of One named Emmanuel.
Coming to dwell in a world He'd pre-fashioned,
long time coming, person of compassion.
Born a pauper, in humility He came
to plain shepherds, instead of people of fame.
Christmas I claim is extra special to me;
it birthed the Author of my identity.
My Mentor stood down from his throne in heaven
to reside among men and work His leaven.
22 December 2015
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015
The Last Day
The first day is like an unwrapped mystery
Christmas, birthday, holiday present
Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness
Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath
The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast
The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life
Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored
Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved
The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain
Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours
Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows
Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
Night was coming one July
on the 14th day.
And there was a birthday girl
sad to see sky grey.
Suddenly from heights above,
three gulls sweeping in
formed two eyes and one wide smile
just for Carolyn.
For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest:
Heaven Sent Smiles
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Your strength possessed is so admired
I am nothing, except in awe
As all you do, breathes perfection
For you show no sign of flaw
As mothers go, I see your love
Through the many things you do
As a sister though, I know your love
And it’s always given, true
Another year has come and gone
And I have truly yet to say
How much you mean, how you’re admired
How I look up to you today
As years ago, I was so young
When you were older and so mature
But, I never said what I meant to say
So, I’ll say it now for sure
Happy Birthday, sister
Please take these wishes true
You deserve them all. May it be the best
And know I love you, too
From this brother to his sister
May love and happiness fill your days
I wish you all the very best
And have a very Happy Birthday!
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008