To our unborn
We are on the verge of life's greatest journey
It has been written in the stars, you are our destiny
Even though the world's a mess
We are so humbled and forever blessed
You were born during a global pandemic
The love we have for you will be truly authentic
We'll be the ones to wipe away your tears
Personally I hope you don't end up with my tiny ears
You will grow up knowing there's nothing to fear
As it stands we don't know your gender
We will be your greatest mentors
If it is revealed that your a girl
From then on you will become our whole world
Simply put you'll have us mesmerized
I hope you end up with your mother's eyes
Angels are shining up your Bea-utiful tiara
We're here to catch every moment with our camera
You'll bring us nothing but love and joy
Watch out world here comes our bouncing baby boy
Life has a lot of ups and downs
Young prince let me adjust your crown
Who knows we could share the same birthdate
So now we patiently wait....
I wonder
I remember
I had so many questions
Yet I stayed silent
Especially when I was
The only one with red hair.
All my life pictures
Only after I was 6 years old.
No birth records
Just born abroad
One piece of paper with
My birthdate and
Secretary of state seal.
My great grandmother called
Me jeanie, yet that was not my name.
So suspicious
Last time I saw her
She whispered in my ear
GO FIND YOUR REAL FAMILY.
That was the only answer I needed.
Now I knew the truth.
The Date
Growing up you are forced to learn the dates
Write in your notes book today’s date, , learn your birthdate and know each festive date
Then some dates turn into annual celebratory days - birthday , Independence Day, anniversary day
Before you know it, you get habituated to remember every new milestone date
But what do you do with dates that caused grief , loss and pain - An annual reminder of what life could have been if that day did not meet its fate
Am I to tribute it or talk about it or just toss it away as it was nothing
But it did mean something and changed everything you know even if you hate
How I wish society also provided a manual for such dates
When how courageous or such a brave face you put up since that day my mate
I can probably never put in words how conflicted it feels -
Knowing some grief will never really heal and an annual reminder that will always open a new flood gate !
I am afraid of being forgotten
Afraid of being the last one on your chat history
Afraid of being the side piece
A cameo you used as the catalyst
What if I don’t come to your mind when someone takes my name?
What if you don’t remember the last time we blushed the same?
What if you don’t remember the intimidation
We felt, while navigating our way through the lane?
Was it worth it if you don’t remember me?
Was it worth it if your birthdate still haunts for free?
Was it worth it if you did it all for show?
Was it worth it if you’re now just somebody that I used to know?
The minute I saw her I knew she was an artist
Her hair screamed CREATIVITY! It was fabulous.
Oranges and purples, beads interwoven, a hodge podge.
Messy some might say, I did not see that.
I saw an artist; and I knew we would be friends.
I am the school counselor. This is my first day here.
This girl was brought to me before ten, my first guest.
We hit it off like artists do – fast, furiously, and ferociously.
Everything we could have in common we have in common.
She has my husband’s birthdate – October 22nd.
Libras and Geminis get along better than most signs.
I took this as a sign; it was a terrific day.
Thanks to artist finding artist.
art deco was considered ultra-modern in the nineteen twenties
fashions were outrageously risqué, women were slim, flappers wore fringe
I would have been a flapper if I had been born then,
after I escaped the cave of my parents and their rules
If I had known about Berkeley, I would have gone there in the seventies
If I had known about Woodstock, I would have stayed away though.
I detest crowds.
But art deco, that is something I can embrace.
In some ways I wish I had been born in the twenties,
then I would have gone to the otherworld before my mother
who was not born until 1931.
Another reason to be a flapper.
Autumn magic in the air, leaves flow from the giant oak.
Sheila plunks herself down in a pile of reds and browns.
The sky is turquoise today, the air is nippy.
She wears a red scarf, for it was her grandmother’s.
She is feeling Nana’s presence this morning.
Her hot chocolate is still warm. She takes a sip.
This is nirvana – sitting in a pile of leaves, feeling grandma.
October 11th, her grandmother’s birthdate. She smiles.
I knew you would come, she tells her.
To her right she sees a flicker of a sliver of something.
Her husband comes outside and takes a photo.
When it is developed they see a large golden orb.
Grandma, she tells him. He smiles.
She is always nostalgic in October.
She and her grandmother were so close.
Even closer now, grandma tells him.
But he does not hear.
Dear Mrs. Goodwoman,
I am sad to inform you of the passing of your late Uncle Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry. He lived to the ripe age of 92, and it is his wish for you to inherit his entire fortune. Most of it is in a storage unit in southern France. You can claim it by telephoning me at 913-333-1999. Get these things ready for me. Your bank account number,
your mother’s maiden name, your birthdate, and your blood type.
I know this is an odd request, but Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry’s estate is worth 2.5 million dollars, and you are the only heir. To release it, we will need a token check from you of $5750 because that is what he owes in back taxes. It will be needed before we can write you a check for the 2.5 million. We may need additional identifying information. When you telephone us we can let you know how soon you can expect the money.
It has been a pleasure serving Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry, and it is a pleasure serving you, as his only heir, also. If you have any questions please call me at 913-333-1999.
Respectfully,
Dr. L. C. Howell, L.T.D.
Solicitor at Large
1388 Tadberry Road
London, England UK
Birthdate? My family tells me
it was 1900 or so.
I don’t remember being born;
I know when I started to grow.
My first real friend was named Reggie
We first met when I was just six.
It was Christmas Eve, we read from
the Bible and we played music.
I had put on a lot of weight
by the time the war rolled around
World War I that is. Without me
that war wouldn’t have got off the ground.
I won’t brag, cause I’m handicapped.
I’m wired only for sound, not sight.
You’d call me visually impaired
And you know, you’re exactly right.
In my golden years, my pursuits
brought a world of music to you.
I made live drama popular,
did a fair share of preaching too.
Always tried to keep a handle
on current events and the news.
My biggest changes over the years
have been size and battery use.
February 22, 2020
Brian Strand: Strand SELECT Y
On 24 December 1906, the first radio broadcast for entertainment and music was transmitted from Brant Rock, Massachusetts to the general public.
rictameter
Birthdate
should be special
especially if...
the day occurs in December.
Four days following the Christmas frenzy
our five-year old WILL celebrate
along with his mama
their December
birthdate.
December 9, 2019
IP-028
At last, I finally voiced it out
"Who am I?", I want to shout
No, don't tell me my name or my birthdate
Nor my favorite drink or the food I usually eat
I am asking for my purpose in this world
Been living for decades now I feel old
I always wonder if I will also shine
Like the constellations in the clear sky
Or grow like the Poison Ivy vine
Or invisible like the air that we take
"Who am I?" No one knows, why?
Please tell me, for heaven's sake.
Before I arrive at the finish line.
Can anybody answer this question of mine?
N-ever let the sun go down
O-n your bright birthdate;
V-ile weather will not come,
I-n early November
E-ighth.
J-ust don't let the sun go down
U-nderneath the blue sky;
A-nother day is shining,
R-ays are red up high.
I-n the sweet lovely morn, new dawn breaks with gleam;
O-nce it shows the beacon, it shares your sweet dream.
C-rimson sun won't go down
O-n your day of birth;
M-orning's smiling face
I-s bringing a million mirth.
S-unshine won't go down, as it rises toward the zenith;
O-nly when the raindrops fall, both of them won't meet.
T-he sun won't go down,
A-fter the dawn has broken;
P-ure delight fills your heart,
D-ark has no place in heaven.
A-s you brave the horizon,
S-tand strong on your ground;
A-llow the flame to burn,
N-ever let the sun go down.
To try through pain for survival
To dry river banks of my eyes,
Being broke no joke was a yoke,
Until your birth spoke of hope.
So of you I forged how to cope.
Happy birthdate my engine heart
One my blood could virtually art.
I've been weak until 1st of October,
Of all fears October made me sober.
May you be the best among the rest
Of all obstacles you face as a test.
J-une nineteenth, eighteen sixty-one,
O-ne Filipino was just born;
S-un had begun to brightly shine;
E-vening had yielded to the morn.
P-hilippine greatest hero's life
R-emains inside the people's heart;
O-ur freedom is truly enjoyed
T-ill the whole wide world falls apart.
A-n instrument he bravely used
C-ompleting his goal was a pen;
I-t had made a big difference
O-n the country neath the heaven.
R-emembering this doc’s birthdate
I-s forgetting the daily strife;
Z-one of pure nationalism
A-ims to share the hype hero's
L-ife.
Form: Quatrostic
C-old chill passes by,
R-aindrops diminish;
I-t's a beautiful Wednesday,
S-hadows start to vanish.
T-wenty-eighth December brings warmth to the day;
Y-our birthdate has come, taking Tuesday night away.
T-wilight and dusk
A-re nowhere in sight;
N-either dark nor gray
I-s up against the light.
A-llow the sun to rise,
N-ew dawn has broken;
I-t gives you time to read
A-n acrostic that I pen.
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