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Hands

Featuring: Leonora Galinta
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Take My Hands
I Offer Them To You
Hold Them Tight
Never Let Them Go!!!
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~MY HANDS~

With all the time on my hands
I gave my hands one job.
 My Hands   -The Artist-

My hands paint everything in my life
they paint my weakness, my strength 
they paint the fire in my eyes
they hold me when I'm cold
When I need them the most,

Like an architect, my hands colored my childhood,
In one touch they drew the plans and layouts of my life.
My hands *very articulate, are they?* 
They continue to sew and show the way  
Sometimes, my hands paint the truth
Sometimes, my hands paint lies
---  Painting hurtful images on drywall
My palms, my fingers embedded calluses from every fall
Creating images, healing my heart
Sometimes my hands are the only friend I see. 

With no words to say
I caress the sky like a mime
My hands ride the wind, 
My hands paint the world, 

Young and pretty fingerprints 
They feel, they hold, they grip
Don't let go!

Clever and cute
It's time for motherhood
My hands painted your first hold
Traced your first smile
A painting I treasure in my heart
Yes! A Rembrandt they became during birth 
Now you're all grown up...:-(  
Embarrassed to embrace the hold
One day when I'm old,
 you will hold my hands and remember the gold.

My hands paint designs when it comes to love
sometimes a masterpiece 
sometimes a mistake
sometimes my hands feel images I can't describe
Handicap moments when lost
--- My hands perfect when in love
They write songs when complete
So many interlock moment with you
Firm, the perfect match, my fingers spoke.

My hands  -The Artist-  they've been told!!!
Held so many times,
always meeting, greeting,  
waving hello's and goodbyes... 
((you see my hands, they smile too))

Painful, arthritis, cuts, bruises
pinching my way through reality. 
Reaching holding on to dreams
clapping, snapping fingers, we are a team.

My hands age in every turning page
Shriveled and old
Still you embrace and love the hold
My hands touch and made a difference,
my hands employed by me!
My hands give and pray
Right and Left, they know their duty!
When they are bored, they tap-tap
and draw THAT annoying noise.

My hands know secrets, a fortune teller can't reveal
they hold the past, present, and  future in every line.

I extend my hands, without flipping the bird
Thank you, Hands, I enjoy a good sign language show!

In my next life, or so, I will praise my hands
Yes so beautiful, tender, they love to feel.......

My Hands   -The Artist-
I can't believe with all the time on my hands,
I forgot to mention I'm left-handed.

by: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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POETRY CAKE

() () A L N I N S YIIIPPPEEEEEE!!! JULY23232323<2 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


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Birthday Extravaganza: Lovely Roses On Your Special Day

                                                    Lovely Roses

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                                               YYYYP @ PYYYY
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                                                          YOU!
                                                pretty birthday roses 
                                 sent with bright smiles,  hugs and kisses
                                to a very special poet  sis and best friend
                                whose birthday is globally celebrated again

                             roses placed atop of the sweetest birthday cake 
                   I lovingly baked for you with my best wishes, will you take
                   I wish you good health and hope your happy times multiply
depression divides,frustration subtracts, then joy and success add up many times

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                                  May you have a Very Happy Birthday! 

                                     Oct. 8, 2014   9.35 am bkk time


    ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY

Bubbling rainbows mottles on air,
In ebullience, the sky dresses you in flair
Your special day and most glorious time is here
I’ll perform a ballet for you in a very joyful cheer

Let’s swirl our hips and dance in a snappy tap
Like the time when you were born, one’s joy was on top
I sing a song with gratefulness for all these years
You are our great joy, a precious gift---so dear

Sending you my most melodious birthday serenade
You’re a loving celebrity in graceful promenade
Like a frisky petal wafting its scents on air
Forever blooming in an inevitable passing of years

Fragrant flowers sways in the most delightful fun
Larks and wrens choir like no more setting of the sun
Their sweetest songs are my crews for my best wishes
Heading all to your way with my warm hugs and kisses

May all your days be filled with vibrant smiles
May you gather all your stars far lesser than miles
May you be filled with God’s love and care throughout the years
As joys and blessings climb down for you from Heaven’s Stairs


10/7/14         8.27pm BKK time


I lovingly dedicate this poem to our very dear poet friend, my loving poet sis and bff,Linda (PD). Today is her birthday,  OCT. 7 . HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Biggest birthday hugs for you!  And also, to all other beloved fellow Librans!  Best wishes! God bless!










Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014


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Nevermore Will Raven Return

 *Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of the Poe House and Museum are at a loss to 
explain who left these gifts and why they stopped.  On many occasions people kept 
vigils  near Poe’s grave during this period that began in 1949, but no one ever saw 
someone leaving the roses. In the morning, however, they were always on his 
grave.  Poe is considered the father of the American short story and 
his poem The Raven is one of his best known works.



Once upon a midnight dreary, Poe heard a tapping at his window
     While grieving the loss of his young bride, a maiden “angels named Lenore,”
A radiant teen whose long, black hair in gentle breezes would billow,
     Tapping at the window ceased, but suddenly it was heard at his door

Upon opening it, a Raven flew in repeating, “Nevermore”
     At first he welcomed this odd visitor until Poe whispered, “Lenore”
When he heard his word echo, the strange Raven he began to abhor
     He asked if he’d see his bride again and the bird replied, “Nevermore”

Though Poe died in eighteen forty-nine, a mystery evolved much later
     A century after his death, his grave had an annual visitor
Roses were left on his birthday by someone whose love appeared greater
     Who had left these floral gifts forever stumped the Poe House curator

Perhaps the answer can only be explained by reincarnation
     Did the Raven embody the spirit of Poe’s beloved Lenore
If so, perhaps the Raven returned again in a life rotation
     In human form she visited to lay roses on the earthen floor

And upon her death in two-thousand nine, she took to the skies once more
     A Raven who now joins the flock circling above her late husband’s grave       \/
Could it be her spirit remains with Poe, as it did in life before                         \/ \/ \/
     Bringing him in the afterlife all the roses a poet could crave                     \/ \/ \/ \/

For those who consider this possibility totally absurd
Just consider the fantasies Poe created with the written word



By Carolyn Devonshire
Contest Title: “Among the Dead,” sponsored by Constance LaFrance ~ A Rambling 
Poet ~



Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011


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CayCay

A friend who is kind, wise 
      thoughtful, and generous,
A poet who speaks to the heart 
      and soul of the masses
Through her experiences of 
      this life and many others.
Her strong will encourages and 
      uplifts those around her.
A love for her family shines 
      like a beacon in the dark
Bringing joy and happiness 
      with her unconditional love.
The depth of her verse expresses 
      so eloquently her divine
Inner thoughts and desires 
      and shares how she cares.
A kindred spirit I have come 
      to know and hope our 
Friendship will continue to grow 
      and blossom over years
Of sharing sorrows and joys 
      through understanding ears.
She is a breath of fresh air 
      whose exuberance for life
Is contagious, leaving me with 
      thoughts of silver and gold.

Blessings on your birthday my friend!
Love, Connie Marcum Wong

For CayCay's special milestone birthday October 3rd
The photo is of a pink Magnolia.


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016


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Andrea

A sweet ray of sun on an autumn breeze
Nestled amongst arms in nature's way
Dreaming dreams and living scenes 
Right in front of our very eyes
Etching out lasting memories
And uncovering endless possibilities

Happy birthday Andrea!!
You are truly a gift to us.


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016


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Mother and Child

and she said Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams but today I live in my daughter's happiness All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home Money might get tight,but what is money compared to pure joy of a child What is money compared to her almond eyes Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come But what is success compared to first giggles to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs Compared to gurgles and babbles to first time she calls me mama and hold on to my hands What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams But today I live in my daughter's happiness I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters with spiced cologne and enticing words Today I live in my daughter's shadow To watch her live her own dream I watch her bloom in autumn gardens from princess of hearts become queen Tomorrow I will not be here She might not get to see the white of my hair the wrinkle in my smile But,today she knows I love her long more after petals wither long more after a mother's hug fades long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013


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A Birthday Poem For My Very Special Friend

A Birthday Poem For My Very Special Friend (This is also composed for my dear friend, PD) Your birthday is indeed a great time of gaiety, It calls for a celebration, a Grand Poetic Party But, what I have just said is only a secondary Most importantly, your life is great and healthy. I am writing this poem first and foremost, To send my love and best wishes to the most For all the dreams of yours, let’s make a toast May they all be fulfilled without any cost. Since, I don’t have here your complete address, I cannot send you chocolates, cakes or roses So, I’ll just send my fervent prayer for success To God, He may protect you, guide you and bless. I will also enclose in these lines of my poem, My songs of bliss for you and your family at home, May you be free from all worries and gloom Age added but, you’re a gal who incessantly bloom. My dearest friend Linda, have a very happy birthday, If you are only here, I’ll dance with you today, Like a lady on her debut on the 18th Natal Day You’re our Grand Celebrity in ‘tis Land of Poetry.
Note: (Reposting) This will be my advance Happy, Happy Birthday Poem to my DEAREST friend and CO-LIBRAN on the Soup, LINDA or PD. Three days from now will already be her BIRTHDAY MONTH. I AM SO EXCITED AND I AM LOOKING FORWARD FOR THE DATE, OCT. 7. Honestly, THIS POEM WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN FOR HER BECAUSE I KNOW HER MORE AND SHE ACTUALLY HAS GIVEN ME THE INSPIRATION TO WRITE A BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THE CONTEST !!ADVANCE HAPPY, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST FRIEND!!! Love yah! Written: Sept. 25,2012


Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012


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The Little One is Three

I see his smiles
His sisters laughter in the breeze
I confess a cold heart, warmed

When though will I be free?
From the pain of long ago years
From tears that soaked my humanity away
	I love you all
if only I could stay
   	Life seems so trivial

so when I float away
	who will

Blow out the candles
	as cake and happiness are eaten away

		ahhhhh
	
We never met
You and I

	An war or crime or crippled thoughts
	Shall never stop
	The celebration of birthday dreams
	Friendships never lost


The wishing well is full
Illuminated by an intrinsic brightness




Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018


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Chantale's Birthday Party

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


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My Birthday Wish

I turn thirty-two years old today
and I have a wish to silently say
for a future that I hope to make
as I blow out the candles on the cake.
Some may want cars or diamond rings
but I don't need material things.
So, what exactly does this girl want?
How about something she can't flaunt
like true friends that will be there
and who can openly show they care,
friends with a common passion to write
is what I am wishing for tonight.
There must have been a falling star
because, just like magic, here you are!






Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015


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A Rhyme In Time

It is about that time of the year…
I have lost count of my age, oh dear.
Sometimes I wonder where the time has gone,
It is has been for so, very long.

I look back and think…
Boy, time has just flown by, in a wink.
It seems like yesterday I was just born,
I don’t feel any different inside, you know.

It’s this body of mine that distracts…
It is a little slower to react.
Oh, I stubbed my toe,
Wouldn’t you know.

I fall asleep at the computer…
Pressed on top of my lap top are my fingers.
I wake up, to my surprise,
There are words of a different kind.

My sacroiliac is tight…
It must be from sitting up all night.
Half way asleep in my recliner, oh my aching back,
Taking my cat naps with my two cats.

Didn’t get much sleep last night, a simple fact…
So, I thought I would stretch out the kinks in my back.
Took some time to pray,
And read my scriptures for the day.

What do we have in store for today, Dear Lord?
Life with it’s ins and outs, there is no doubt.
That when you get older,
We tend to lean a little more on God’s shoulder.

Life has its rhythm with each new heart beat...
We were born yesterday in our birthday suits, cheek to cheek.
We can find humor in our own little lives,
Which ends up at our age as “A Rhyme In Time”

Cinda M Carter

For the older one's out there who are having birthdays' in June and July...

" Have a Very, Very Blessed Birthday"  


May 19, 2014


Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014


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The Paper Clip

The Paper Clip

They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party

She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat

Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls, doll houses and bikes and more joys
I was somewhat shy, mine was not so grandiose

I had wrapped in an old cigar box
Another box much smaller
Inside a third box even smaller
Inside that me gift

A small piece of paper
Folded with a bright red paper clip
A wee little poem
That said these simple words

You are a treasure
Hidden inside these many boxes
So beautiful and worth the discovery
You are the jewels of life, you so lovely

I had drawn a pretty princess
On the paper fine in pink redress
I read her the words
From the bottom of my heart

Her eyes lit up so bright
I got the hugest biggest hug in sight
She ran away with a paper clip and
Three old cigar boxes

In a child’s happiness and 
Pure delight
I sighed
The gift was so just right!



An afterthought from ancient times


The Poetry of Wine

Gifts that come from the heart
Light up the soul
When you gaze into a starlit sky
Count the millions of gifts from the heart
Their goodness shall shine
Upon us mortals


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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TRUE INDIAN

On the land of miracles,
Took place a miracle,
Missile man of our country was born.
People's president he was known,
APJ Abdul kalam was his identity.
Paving a path for young generation,
In the field of science and technology.
He inspired young minds.
He is no more on this earth,
But his soul hasn't left his motherland.
Freedom, strength and development
Were his dreams.
The day he was born,
He dedicated the day to learners.
The spark in his eyes,
The smile on his face,
And the confidence in his attitude,
Inspires me and every indian.
I am proud to be an indian.


Copyright © AHALYA NAIR | Year Posted 2016


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Halloween Birthdays

Halloween birthdays compare to no other
Preparations begin at the end of summer
Leaves change color, a chill is in the air
Outdoor decorations appear everywhere

Talk of ghosts, goblins and big black cats
Songs about monsters dancing ‘The Mash’
Porch Jack-O-Lanterns grin from ear-to-ear
October 31st every town any given year

Bobbing for apples at Halloween parties
Hayrides to haunted houses to hear scary stories
Witches cast spells on those superstitious 
Eating cake, opening presents, all the best wishes

Shadows and full moons... spooky lights
Costumes and candy on ‘Trick-or-Treat’ night
Great celebrations in many fun ways
Halloween is the best time for birthdays

Written October 23, 2015


February-10, 2016 -  Birthday Party Contest
By Nayda Ivette Negron
Third Place


November 4, 2015 - Birthday Party Contest
By Kelly Deschler 
Second  Place


Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015


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Easter 2018

I don't get to church on Easter.
I'm so sorry that it is true.
I make the big Easter dinner
With my guests more than quite  a few.

The egg hunt is in the morning
When children's energy is high.
I keep one eye on the egg hunt
And one eye on the baking pie.

When all the eggs are found, it is
Time to cook the twenty-pound ham.
If the children cry they're hungry,
I bring out the bread and grape jam.

Twenty-six guests at my table
This Easter of twenty-eighteen,
This is lots but it's not the most
That my Easter table has seen.

This was my ninety-ninth Easter.
In July, my one-hundredth year.
We are throwing a big party, 
I am hoping you'll all appear.

4/16/18










Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2018


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The Wing Walker

Old John's birthday was approaching, he'd be seventy two
And his family asked him nicely what he'd like to  do
"Do you fancy a picnic Granddad or sightseeing on a train"
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".

They thought that he was joking and in fun they all did mock
"It will be cold up there" they said "and you might die from shock"
He said" I have no fear, and everything will be fine 
I found it on a website and booked my place on line".

His family they were mortified and thought that he was lying
But one week from today, Old John he will be flying
A week later at the airfield Old John was quite ecstatic
His family on the other hand were all starting to panic.

He had his safety briefing and put on all his gear
He was now raring to go, Old John he had no fear
He climbed onto the wing and then they strapped him in
The pilot gave the thumbs up, and up they went flying.

Up in the air now, they banked to the left and right
His family they all agreed it was one awesome sight
The pilot signalled to Old John, it was now the grand finale
And this is what Old John had wanted, all his family to see.

The plane then dived and looped the loop, with one incredible move
And then Old John thought to himself I've nothing left to prove
The plane then safely landed, his family they were so proud
Old Johns ears were still ringing the wind had been so loud.

He'd felt the cold wind pressing, hard against his face
Jokingly he asked his family if it was still in place
His wife she then kissed him and asked "how did he feel
Old John said "I'm starving now, I'm ready for a meal".

His son then curiously asked him, what his next venture would be
Old John he laughed out loudly and said "a shark cage in the sea"
He said " I like to do these things and some of them I dread
But then I think to myself, I'll be a long time dead.



( Go through life and confront your fears or your book of life will be filled with pages of regret )


















Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018


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ASTER

Array of hues for “A” healthy life
Showing their radiance day and night
Tableau of romance for all lovers
Exquisite flowers in five bouquets with letters
Rainbow's reflection from the sky in September





Sept. 10, 2017     9.04pm

Note: 
Aster is a September birth flower. 






A simple gift for you all especially the birthday celebrants like our dear poet friend, Andrea D., last Sept. 5 and all other Sept. babies. Happy, Happy Birthday! Big Hugs and Best Wishes!
 
A Happy and Blessed September to all! (Although Stormy). God bless!


Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2017


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Happy Birthday Ms Johnson

The price of wisdom won't go unpaid As lessons learned enshrine their toll But dreams will ne'er submit to grey Nor the immortality of your soul So sing o' heart that must be heard To all who wait and cherish grace Of willing minds that could be stirred And see true beauty from your face On this day we pay true due To one who's life lives as a kiss With pride to say that once we knew One whose thoughts could bring such bliss Happiness to you always, Ms. Johnson


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2018


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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012


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Time Travel

-In-between Worlds-

Letting go of all the space in between
the reality
the cloud
A theme, that use to be 
---Now dead
Long gone before I woke

Sadly Today's my birthday 
So here I am singing a song
All ALone
Happy Birthday to myself

Love PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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Beautiful people

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


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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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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013


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ANDREA D

.                 *ANDREA  D.*
.                 Happy Birthday 
.                      9/5/??


To the  most wonderful poet on poetry soup
Enjoying everyone, no matter their age group
I bring to you September 5th Birthday scoop
Andrea D, you're classic like Miss Betty Boop
Unstoppable poetry hula hoop 
 
I desire to take this time to dish out a cute birthday rhyme
Relax, enjoy the glitter & streamers - as if sipping fine wine 
All candles points to you, like Uncle Sam
Don't mind me expressing myself like Sam I am!
Would you!" Could you!" Have yourself a Birth Day Jam!

This is the part where my mini spam-in gets cute
I wish you the best birthday sending you a salute
Birthday cake made made out of forbidden fruit
Straw-burst candy and smiles for everyone 
Celebrate the day you were born wearing your birthday suit

Enjoy your day, as if you won a shopping spree
Enjoy your day, full of birthday potpourri
Enjoy your day, with your friends and family
Enjoy your day, with sweetness like honey from a bee
Better yet Andrea D
HAPPY! Happy Birth Day To You, ANDREA D!

Wishing you the best, a birthday can bring
Rising to the birthday song, our beautiful Birthday Queen 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREA, FROM ALL of us HERE at THE SOUP!
                   
By: P.D.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010