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A Sonnet for my Father on His Birthday

I’d write a rhyme to prove my depth of love
Or sing angelic song like those above
If gifts like these would prove love’s testament
I’d give and give to prove deep sentiment

But what to you, my Father, can I give?
The one who taught me how to love and live
What can I give you from this daughter’s heart?
But vow that from your side I’ll never part

You mean the world to me, this you must know
With passing years my love for you does grow
Your care for me is what helps see me through
There is no other father sweet like you

May Jesus grant you health and happiness
This birthday wish I wrap in tenderness

Eileen Manassian Ghali

My daddy dearest turns 78 today...78! Where did all the years go??? My father is a pastor, an educator, and writer, but most of all, he is the best father in all the world.  Yes, my My father has always been a very central figure in my life. I couldn't have hoped for a better dad. We've been close through the years, and I know that he is always there to catch me when I fall. Isn't that, after all, what our heavenly Father is like? I so love and adore my dad. If you'd like to "see" him, you can check my photos on my page here. :)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Happy Birthday Jenny (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today

Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Don’t forget to save your pennies
Wish on a star on your great day
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Your mom sings your praises today

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for the the daughter of our own poetess, Kathy.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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For the Fisher King on His Golden Jubilee

O friend! - Pakeha to his native land
  on whom the sun sets on an eastern shore -
Fisher King to its sea and rock and sand 
  where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
And were each to each a fisher of men
  yet eye to eye we did not always see,
I miss to my joust and parry your fend
  but not your addled pettifoggery!
Truly we are each to each older bound
  so stoke the fire and pause upon the hearth;
think on its flame and its ambient sound -
  how one day it shall perish from the Earth.
O Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the heart is still young and the heart is true.


Pakeha in Maori culture is a person living
In New Zealand of European descent.
The Tor (see pic) is a rocky island outcrop
in the East Coast Bays of Auckland.

Dedicated to my best mate, Craig,
on his 50th birthday.

Note: "Captain" is what we call each other.
A reference from a Walt Whitman poem.

                   June 2010

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Emily's Birthday Tea Party

The old folks at the home, and none at all
of them too fleet of foot in their last years,
came shuffling, some with walkers, down the hall,
including those with aids pressed in their ears.

Then one (whose punctured lung had not healed well)
was wheeled in; she had just turned ninety-three!
They'd all come (when the nurse had rung the bell),
for what was now to be revealed: a "Tea!"

The English lady wheeled in never knew
what they were planning as she lay in bed.
They'd stamped the name of "Emily" onto
The sparkling crown which now lay on her head.

With cake crumbs on her chin, in pure delight,
She sipped the tea they'd sweetened up just right!

April 28, 2010

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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On My 33rd Birthday

Here I am weary in my entreaties,
  there's no-one here but a man and his dog
alone among my rambling reveries,
  and a small libation to clear the fog!
To God bespoken lest I not betray
  my own confessions at the water's edge,
where the dull debris of time ebbs away
  and harbingers of death gaze from their ledge!
Yet upon this cold and blown stormy sea
  drifts a hollow vessel its depths to fade;
a broken wreckage of a lost glory,
  and with it the long years of dark and shade.
Look, all I ask and all I want from you,
Lord, is to have my cake and eat it too.


      Written: January 27 1994

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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Happy Birthday

Each day marks an earthly rotation full; The ascending sun warms, and setting cools. This day is pinnacle, hence above all; Our star’s broadening smile turns to you. Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such: The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale. To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much; For it is rare a human knows its luck. Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours, (‘Though the seizing of days ought be common). Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores— The persons willing: rejoice by side you. Happy Birthday is all I wish to add, Along with the regards of a young lad!

Copyright © Alfred Wilmot | Year Posted 2011

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Birthday Sonnet

Birthday Sonnet

My love's not passive, shy and free of strife
Nor are her eyes soft deep and limpid pools
No, in those orbs there burns the fire of life
Of value more than any precious jewels
No perfect features hers as of a dream
Nor model's swaying steps along chalk line
With youthful body and a fresh faced mien
She walks with purpose and arrives on time
Soft words are not her currency of choice
No Mary she to wash my feet with tears
Sharp wit and humour exercise her voice
And fed my  soul and body throughout the years
Though thorny words may cause my ears to smart
Above it all she'll be right here in my heart

Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2017

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Come4tunes and comfort me - My frenemy's best birthday wishes

2day once more was fun day, because the sun was there:
Of course! Like all the sundays, as usually they were...
if only you were there 4 me, and not 4 all together!
The sun has gone, and in the mood, it's moon day that begins 

and all around the ticking sounds that I hear all around me,
there's suddenly my Blackberry: a ringtone's sent to me.
As yesterday was 'gain your birthday, told the ringtone sent to me,
As usual, I'm sending you 4 tunes to comfort me;

because I know that once again, as for many a birthday
you surely still are thinking of the things that run the same way:
There is The Sun, there is The Belle and Moon day !s their frenemy's day;

and I am used to sail away for it's too hard to see
that your stubborness clings to him and it won't let us be...
Goodbye, my love; I hope next year you'll come4tunes to comfort me.  

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday | Year Posted 2012

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The Birthdays

The Birthdays

You came into the world in the  afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare

We prayed for you and God provided great Joy 
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing 
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy 
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing

From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned  with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch 
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date. 

Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred

Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And  Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014

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To Oscar on His 15th Birthday

Juvenescence shines like the sun's slow climb,
  and I see a bird not yet flown its cage;
I hear the footsteps in the march of time -
  a journey of self, a coming of age!
For you, Peter Pan on wings of an elf
  who the power of eternal youth seeks,
must fly its limits lest your second self
  hidden from you conceal your own mystiques!
So seek not Neverland - not yours or mine, 
  and love your God with all your heart and soul,
nor misspeak and cast your pearls before swine
  for all that you do bears a living toll.
And son, in your shared purpose be like them
whoso rise above the hubris of men.

                 March 2015

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2015

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To Oscar on His 6th Birthday

It is no small mercy, no small ransom,
  no trifling importance favoured on me.
You are a child in time whose time has come,
  and I love you, Little Man, desperately!
For I am cheerful in hope and all things
  that the bright stars are yours to noble aim,
and guide you to the Valley of the Kings
  or ghost ship treasure on the Spanish Main.
Let adventure and crossing fill your days
  and may God watch over you to your grave!
So learn well beginning in youthful gaze
  that time is your master and not your slave.
You are to me by a nature so great
living proof good things come to those who wait.

                    March 2006

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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a gay sonnet

A Friday of Gayness 

Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with 
onions at the café I used to frequent fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket and so had the prices one waiter 
remembered me but not my wife and she took a dislike to him  
said he was effeminate; the café has two parts, one with a wine bar 
I mostly sat there.  Oscar Wilde came in or someone looking as him, 
he remarked of what he had observed during the day an intelligent 
mind who could recite his own poems beautifully .

I decide to become gay too, to be frivolous and happy, but avoid 
the sex thing the very thought made me shudder.
Alas, I had to drive my wife home I tried to translate some of 
Oscar`s remarks into Portuguese, she didn`t think it was funny
But that was my fault telling jokes is not my metier so I was 
back being my pedestrian self 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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To Oscar on His 5th Birthday

When only in my state of thanksgiving
  I count riches and all avail it brings;
I am imbued of great joy reliving
  and I am wiser to wonderful things.
Memento Mori and Carpe Diem!
  There is much to see and much to begin,
so live well and long that in years to come
  you not look back and muse what might have been!
Now if from your helping cause I abstain,
  or when in lonesome brooding I am sad
in futile excess, I'll beg once again
  to hear you curing say "I love you dad!"
Oh wife and child it's you and only you
that makes me love and do the things I do.

                   March 2005

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Petals Fall Gently

Petals fall gently from a Mystic Rose
Sweet fragrance that drifts endless through time
Luscious words linger from poems she chose
A writer's gift , gentle kinship and rhyme
Poets merge with emotion shared, expressed
Poetry created as words intertwined
A gracious heart, her poetry impressed
My words were so simple in their design
Her time she shares travels with sad parting
Like lovers in tranquil meadows they found
The clock hand turns before time departing
To have visited her spirit, profound

Across a page poetic, words repose
Petals fall gently from a Mystic Rose

HAPPY BIRTHDAY my poetic friend
a sonnet for your special day
Your writing buddy..Frederic

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Birthday Wishes

Happy birthday 
I wish you a happy birthday 
May you live to be 
Seven hundred and seventy 
May you never see poverty 
May you live to enjoy prosperity 
May you live to see 
Your heart desire 
May your establishment exist forever 
Like an ever burning fire 
May you live peaceful 
And your life will be beautiful 
Like a heavenly flower

Copyright © Matt Ancient | Year Posted 2013

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Moon of my Life

As your eyes face the light,
Angels roar in sheer delight,
Hymns of prowess fill the air,
A life is born to slay despair

Hear the winds, dance and breathe,
Feel their joyous, tender breeze,
Watch the moon smile and pray,
For the moon, was born today

As the golden bricks join hands,
While building us our kingdom’s lands,
Watch as fate embraces our souls,
And gets our hearts in love to fall

Listen close, as our hearts concord,
Three hundred beats, so far ignored,
Touch my hand, feel its veins dance,
Behold as my soul is enthralled and tranced

Oh moon of my life, let’s not lament,
Bathe your skin in your man’s scent,
Wear his lips as your sceptre and crown,
Dive in my blood, and you shan't drown

I look for words but words betray,
And so I’ll ask, I’ll ask away,
I shan't ask for affection,
Nor shall I for fame,
But I wrote my name on your lips
May I kiss my name?

Copyright © Tariq Zaqout | Year Posted 2014

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from Anne Donne to her husband John – supposing she went on record..

Five senses have we, but just one soul
I take you part by part, and then the whole
Your fingertips begin at shadow’s end
And I on each a hundred kisses spend.

Your toes from which radiate your joy
Your soles, your feet, your legs I all enjoy
Your shoulders, arms, are ceaseless comfort trained
Your face, your hair, your lips are thus arraigned.

Sweet tower of enterprise, and honeyed substance found
We share our treasure where we most abound
Our secret selves are now a flame of sense
Where we explode at last in innocence.

Exploring ways to end all life’s regrets
Our joy a million, million tears forgets.

by Rosemarie Rowley
from IN MEMORY OF HER Dublin 2008

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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To Oscar on His 13th Birthday

His the archer's bow - straight his arrowhead -
  on foot and trails swift as the running deer!
And long his hair the eagle feathers spread
  in a tribal war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
  in buffalo horn and porcupine quills...
ghost of the warrior chief in the grave
  whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills,
where beats a drum and burns a campfire -
  a child of the Great Spirit in the sky!
Like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
  chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark - the sacred tree -
a totem from the depth and breadth of me.

                March 2013

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Birthday Sonnet For My Son

What is it like to be my little hero?
A morning chat would mean great adventure
A ride with your imaginary aero
Would fly us to places never gone before

Inside your world, we made things possible
We are both so strong to save the world
With unique powers, you are unstoppable
Put an end to villains with your mighty hurled

Within you, I see my own reflection
Full of imagination and a dreamer
Someday your dream would have a clear perception
What best for you, I would be your defender

Every day is like a blink of an eye
At 7 years old, time hastily flies

Noel N. Villarosa
19 April 2014

Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com

Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2014

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To Oscar on His 14th Birthday

By the grace given me one year older
  great is the bearer of my salvation;
and I, father, keeper, and upholder,
  glory in the sum of my creation!
Follow your heart and speak its depth and scope,
  and let not dreams be spoken of as fear.
Remember to remain joyful in hope,
  patient in affliction, faithful in prayer!
Do not spoil or vex but contrary do
  when this world means to oppose or revenge;
be steadfast in what you know to be true
  and forsake what is not yours to avenge.
To you ascribed are the fortunes of youth -
its virtual joys and virtual truth.


                March 2014

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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To Oscar on His 16th Birthday

 Take not for granted mercies near and dear
   nor cede to a possessive pride - rather
 incline yourself to elemental care
   and honour true your mother and father!
 Seek for a saving grace a divine plea
   with all forward action that bears your claim;
 heed it in plenitude and paucity,
   and when in awe you call upon His name.
 Fear not this life, this world, this mortal end,  
   for both its burdens and rewards are great;
 follow its road wherever it may wend
   and I hence from shall on your return wait.
 With all I am I'll love the son you are
 no matter how old, how close, or how far.


                     March 2016

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2016

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To Oscar on His 11th Birthday

Yours is the golden crown of King and fold
  such as are counted the Children of God;
soldier of the host great and manifold
  to every peaceful realm and battled sod!
Prove incorruptible and heed this wise:
  the rule of men are not mighty to save;
their inward ravenings crudely devise,
  and thus their only refuge is the grave!
Divine is the child numbered in his days
  whose shield I hold and whose menace I bear,
whose stamp of nature does a quiet strength raise -
  cleave to it lest your heart fail you for fear!
Watch and seek, and rewarded you will be,
else all that becomes you is vanity.

                   March 2011

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Birthday Memory

Birthday Memory It was her birthday back in 'ninety-nine... our married daughter, thirty-eight years old. Her husband planned a party at their home. Above the table, floated blue balloons. Out came the lovely birthday cake dessert. Her husband held it up for us to see, while daughter glanced around so mystified. As we approved her pretty cake, she cried, "Please, someone read the words on that darn cake!" Presumed, was 'Happy Birthday' written there. Oh! 'Lynn's Having A Baby' instead, it said! That joyous memory with us will stay. So long they'd waited for a child to come; our precious, now sixteen years old, grandson. Sandra M. Haight ~2nd Place~ Contest: Combination of Three Words Sponsor: Laura Loo Judged: 01/03/2016 Required Words: Dessert, Memory, Balloons Form: Unrhymed Sonnet -------------------------------------------- True Story...See Real Cake Above

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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To Her

In no fewer words can I explain the aura of lithe this lady contain from witty banter to affectionate touch her gracious presence only missing a blush True, it's been a while since we were ourselves but at least it gave me time to reflect on you in anxious times when you calmed our nerves and the nightly chats, those I treasure too Though it seems I tender not a hearty soul and times I keep much more than I show within these words I wish you will find how highly a friend I esteem you in mind Till I find others so true all my nights shall be dreams of you ,
--------------- Contest: Favorite Love Poem Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2015

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Be who you are:
Indulge your heart;
Rise up a star,
Touch with clear art;
Heed inner voice,
Decree and see;
Align sure choice,
Yield to beauty;
Word your own play,
Instruct grand style;
Sense happy days,
Hurl cheery smiles;
Expect grand things,
Sense joyous flings.

Leon Enriquez
29 August 2014

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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Happy Birthday Lorena

Of the laurel tree your name is derived
Honor and victory are contained therein
Complete happiness has been deprived
Your victory, where is it, and also when

Patience, all good things to those in wait
Suffering like everything else must fade
Compassion is definitely your great trait
In the calm waters of kindness you wade

Lorena, your dedication was long overdue
A great friend, and inspiration you provide
Sympathy and motivation ringing through
Leaving an eternal bond I feel deep inside

Although many have the capacity to be-friend
You're a special person, now and until the end

By Wayland Bunch
Happy Birthday Lori, poem belated but I hope you had
a great birthday..	Thanks for always listening and being
patient and unselfish in your tough times. You're a great
friend I'm.lucky to have.

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

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Birthday Sonnet For My Wife

Close your eyes and bring back sweet memories
Try to remember at your early age
No recollection of your first few years
At age 6 was that far you could engaged

Wiping your face full of cake, dress like a princess
Friends and relatives joyfully singing
Greetings and gifts are the way to express
That day is still worth remembering

Open your eyes now and see what has changed
Childish fun is over, now settled down
Much meaningful life along the open range
Learned basics of life, now you have outgrown

Today is your birthday, another year to share
This special time with us, we really care

Noel N. Villarosa
21 April 2014

Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com

Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2014

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To Oscar on His 8th Birthday

Far you have come and magnified and shown
  that love is the opiate of the soul,
and much I have loved and much you have grown
  in the anthology of years eightfold.
Be not a hero nor fool in the throng,
  and owe not any man nor him begrudge;
do right, even in the tumult of wrong,
  and let the haughty over this world judge!
If one truth is mine to tell let it be
  that no father ever loved his son more;
thus do I with the fondest frequency
  affectionately hold and gaze in awe.
Behold! I see a lamb with a lion's heart -
I see my whole, and you its greatest part.

                 March 2008

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Pisces' Peaces

The eyes of March are always watching me
Though scattered from a constellation past
Oh March only you know my history
The stars maintain victory from the blast
When I could not find you in the Pisces
I figured your airy scent wanted more
So I slept twenty-one days in nighties
When I awoke there he was at my door
There was peace, There was air and no more lies
I knew the three of us would meet again
Knock, Knock, the door, and March to my surprise
For one whole year I lived no peace within
But now two days from today we can say
No more Pisces, just an Aries' birthday

Copyright © Nathan Irving | Year Posted 2015