a birthday crown,
a cake, oh hissing
of the candles blown,
and in the middle
is the princess,
always so missing...
How love denies
and leads to poetry.
Today would've been his birthday but he didn't survive.
If John hadn't died, today he would've turned fifty-five.
He started by smoking pot and then he decided to start doing Meth.
That stuff is nasty and it didn't surprise me when it caused his death.
John angered some people because he stole from them.
When he died because of drugs, it was both sad and grim.
I'm very sorry that he died even though he stole from me.
He can never steal or do drugs again because he's gone for eternity.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019]
What music can do
Last night, all night, I listened to music
and my heart cried not in sorrow but
It flew away and soared in the beauty
of the human voice
No. I was not there in person, but that
Didn't matter; it was about the beauty
of us, yes, we are a great race, so
Why the hatred that is on those
who hate to hear our jubilant voice
I'm a poet dreaming that I once could
Write a poem bringing humanity into
a circle of love
Russet Moon
The moon tonight had a promise
of turning russet
When I looked up, the moon was
full and yellow and had a smile
on a round happy face
What can I say? Was I too late to
See what Planet Watchers had
longed for
Since from the kitchen window
It was the best place to observe
The moon, I made a cheese sarnie
and a glass of low-fat milk.
Your shoes are getting shabby
over time and the story that has been spun
Do you still remember the drawing paper and brush?
I painted the colors that were dark at the time
Then we drew together
In flowing, abstract strokes
Ahh, I remember so well
The field across from our classroom
15 years old in the drizzle
The first piece of cake you took from my hand
And a book that made us dizzy
We were still so young
With hearts clean and untainted by love
Still pure in the grip of friendship
Will you remember it well?
Two young people now fragile in adulthood
And if I reach out
To just be friends again
At least we won't fall into despair
I had big plans today
so far, I have accomplished none of them.
I hope to do a better job tomorrow.
Going on a six-hour trip interstate to interstate.
driving from Kansas City to Iowa City to see my twin sister.
The ultimate goal is to celebrate our 73rd birthday together.
I am resting up today, readying myself for this horrific car ride.
Crack...Boom!
Is it the Big bang...
Or the boom of 9/11,
Everyone goes deaf,
Tears and teeth are out
Are these tears of joy?
Are these teeth of smile?
Is it the beginning or the end?
One boom gave life_
Another took it, and...
For the boy the boom collided
Somehow, he made it out alive.
A miracle, isn't it? a joy in chaos
Luckily it was in USA with U silent.
lol. get click baited.
there isn't no poem.
just me.
and you.
and your thoughts.
hmm...
I have an idea!
how about a game?
duck, duck, goose, how about that?
no? ok
just comment your favourite, food.
yeah, good enough game.
ok, get commenting.
I'm off.
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ok bye.
bible
slime block!
Keeto the apple of my eye,
Centre of attraction, smart yet shy,
The little diamond - handsome and naughty,
A new milestone- my baby prince turns 40!
Creeping into mom and my heart,
Always loved and admired though far apart,
Champion in golf, colorful in art,
Keeto! My little star is class apart!!
Full of empathy and very humble,
Smart and stunning, yet so simple,
With soft blue eyes that always sparkle,
With a cute smile he flashes those dimples!
Exemplary and radiant like the sun,
Keeto my precious gem is second to none,
Versatile and talented rolled into one,
Admired, cherished, adored & envied by everyone.
Born from my heart, to my mum he is a son,
Shining bright like the midnight sun ,
He is a superstar, pumpkin photo award he won,
He is extra ordinary , my scottish little one..
Reaching a new milestone, on a new journey he embarks,
Leaving his footprints on different landmarks,
With exuberance he defines benchmarks,
Well aware ,CEO position for him is earmarked
On his Ruby Jubilee today,
Mom and Rima from far away,
From our hearts where he stays,
We shout loud Keeto Happy Birthday!!!
My Bonnie lass is sixteen now
Her birthday is today.
And for a husky that is old
I’ve heard our young vet say.
My dear old dog, we love her so
And glad that she’s still here.
Her routine every day is set
She’s trained us well each year.
A pup who loved to go for walks
I’d let her off the lead.
She’d run about, and proved to be
An independent breed.
We’ve watched her grow, she has great style
A husky through and through.
She loves to have our company
We spoil her, that is true.
A better friend could never have
Such joy to us she brings.
Although she’s old, still has her life
That pulls on our heart’s strings.
The years have flown, her time is near
No longer can she play.
But now she’s turned sweet sixteen,
“Bonnie Happy Birthday”.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my blessed little Sister!
When we were young, Papa always called
You “Black Patti”! Now we know why:
A Senryu Quintet Tribute To “Black Patti (1868-1933): **
For My Sister, Sula “Black Patti” Baye (08/25/1943)
Water gives rivers life
I swanee, “Black Patti” gave
Life to the songs she sang:-
“Black Patti” felt that
Singing songs was to her, as
Sunshine to flowers:-
When “Black Patti” sang,
Flowers flooded world stages:
Concert Halls, sold out!
She was Mitilda
Sissieretta Jones: singing
Abolitionist!
Black Patti, rather
Than Adelina Patti, was
Their Era’s Greatest!
**When others sit down and do oursrorical research,
They will know why Papa gave you that honor. Go
And enjoy another blessed year, perpendicular to
Earth and Heaven. To God Be The Glory. In the
Onederful oneness of the onement of Extended
Family, Peace And Love, your favorite Brother,
Deac.
Educating Rachel
Now, let us try this again to write a document
With one letter marching nicely in front of the other
Like adding instead of using numbers to give the written
words prettiness, even if the theme is about unnatural sex.
The fact is that there is a diesel smell at the bus terminal
At six in the morning, when the cleaning lady starts her
low-paid work has nothing to do with anything, had they
They're going to university, they could sit in fine offices
and go to the hairdresser at nine, a woman who can just
read and write, luckily for the ladies, she skipped school.
The driver of the bus enters farts loudly, and that is ok
But I could have shown some respect. It is odd to think
If all women had higher education and looked up to the blue
sky, who should make my dinner?
Birthday
Special day
Day we reckon as special
Deviate from normal
Indulge in celebration
Spotlighting attention
None in Nature ever celebrates
All perform their usual duties
Stars, Sun, Moon, Trees, Rivers, Hills
All Wonders, none yearns for wishes
Birth, Death ends of same spectrum
Life in between is real celebration
Celebrate moments with gratitude
Wish well, help others gain altitude
Birthday
Just another day
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- Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????
One Year of You, Melissa
One year ago, the stars began,
And heaven said, "She is mine."
A small spark, a breath so new,
The world was brighter all for you.
Your giggles flower like morning sun,
Your eyes, two stars that brightly shine.
Each step you take, each sound you make,
Turns average days awake.
You've taught us love in its pure form,
In warm fingers and sleepy sighs.
One smile, a coo so soft,
The world seems new with you.
We have witnessed you grow, in wonder, in awe,
Each step taken in love and law.
From lullabies to weeping whines,
You've filled our hearts, you've filled our skies.
Here's to you, our birthday star,
Our miracle, just as you are.
May grace and happiness be with you,
With oceans broad dreams to chase.
A single candle today, but, oh, the flame
It shines hope, it whispers your name.
Happy birthday, little dove,
You are our world, our limitless love.
Yugoslavia
My first wife and I went on holiday
55 years ago, in Yugoslavia
The tourist industry was struggling
to find its feet, we stayed in a freshly
painted barracks, which caused some
jokes about what the buildings had
housed before us
I remember a forest and a lake, but I
must be mistaken, we went there to
swim in the sea
When I told my fresh-faced wife
I had found a German uniform button
She didn't believe me, but she
mentioned the incident seven years ago
During a divorce hearing, as proof
that I was not to be trusted.
I was a tourist in a country that no
longer exist, but in Belgrade, they fight
over issues not forgotten, how a land
was divided into mini-states that
hates each other
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