“Everyone’s different,” says someone born in May
To the another whose birthday’s in June.
“But we all get a “hip hip hooray!”!”
“Every cake’s different,” say tastebuds to a spoon;
A stable table to some disposable plates
As they hear for the first time the table’s same tune.
“Every bite’s different,” say the plates in turn on the table.
“Every different bite’s bitten to a new beat on the first record
That plays when cake song’s sung and cake placement is stable.
The foreground to “the food of love” is to tape record.
The format of birthdays is repeated, results still differing for
Each year’s wish, released like a parachute pack by a ripcord.
marshmallow flowers on a decorated cake
made by our mother, for our birthday’s sake
we ate those flowers first each and every time
this is a truly favorite memory of mine
It's the sweetness that
visits once a year
To let loved ones realize,
They are celebrated, my dear
Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry cream and carrot
Without them it feels we have no merit
Spongy, ooey gooey cake moist to the touch
With a delectable, creamy sweetness
You gotta indulge in it's punch
Cut into slices for all to enjoy
Call in Kara, Carol and Roy
For that delectable sincerely we love to relish
Until next year, where well meet again
To indulge, it's a most enjoyable sin!
Tomorrow will be my fiftieth birthday,
I've bought ingredients for cake,
The ones my wife usually use to bake,
Tho' she'll have things to say,
She'll bake it for me if I agree to pay,
I hope she'll do it for my sake,
I don't want to end up buying a fake,
Like I did on my son's birthday in May.
It'll be my golden anniversary!
Oh! I have to make the day remarkable,
The party'll be with my friends invited,
I'll even invite my adversaries,
We'd have all funs practicable,
Happiness'll keep us forever united.
The birthday cake melted into a sloppy pile
Making the old lady give up a rare toothless smile
She had told the baker to add starch which he would not do
Now the sloppy birthday cake was a river of goo
The bakery was closed
family only an echo of long ago
no mementos of love
loneliness built
into my spinal chord
musical notes exposing
a weeping child
within an old man
a broken guitar sits on the floor
The grave yard across the street
beckons
the next day a friend
brings birthday candles
it took only one match
to burn down the rest of my life
Have some birthday cake Ellie said to her cousin Myra.
He asked what it tasted like.
This was 1931, it was a worldwide depression.
We did not often have cake.
Especially cake with frosting.
Come here, she said.
Giving him a taste of the icing with her finger.
His brown eyes lit up as if it was a magical day.
Maybe the world was not sad after all.
They exchanged huge smiles.
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- did blurt-
"Please, someone read what is inscribed for me,"
she sighed!
Presumed, was "Happy Birthday" written there-
but- "Lynn's Having A Baby," they replied!
This joyous day we'll treasure- guarantee!
"Oh, such a huge surprise- beyond compare,"
they cried!
October 30, 2020
Contest: The Speaker
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Curtal Sonnet: a,b,c,a,b,c d,c,b,d,c
10 syllables in lines 1-5 and 7-10
2 syllables in lines 6 and 11
(Happened years ago- our grandson is now 21)
The Candles on the Birthday Cake
By Franklin Price
4/23/2019
The Candles on the birthday cake
One for each and every year
We light them just to blow them out
With friends and family near
When young, it makes us happy
Blowing candles not a feat
Can put them out with just one breath
Don't have to watch the cake we eat
Years pass by and candles grow
Takes many matches to be lit
For the birthday celebration,
On the cake, they barely fit
When we get to middle age
And we're forty-five or more
We substitute the birthday candles
For birthday numbers from the store
The numbers also candles
With just one wick on top
When we extinguish only two
They're out and we can stop
Once we're over seventy
Blowing two is still a bit
So we forgo the candles
And have a drink to get us lit
Barb you're in this group with me
Only two years, not a lot
We don't do candles any more
Is here an interest in a shot?
Happy 71st birthday
You're still 23 to me
Love, Frank
R-oses delivered to you
A-re wrapped in total thrill;
C-ake for your birthday
H-as erased the coldest chill.
E-legance of the red roses
L-ets your heart truly glow;
L-ittle cut of sweet cake
E-ases the pain and sorrow.
B-ouquet of lovely roses
O-ffers a million mirth;
N-ovember fourth morn, cake causes joy to your birth.
C-rimson roses from me
U-se their scent to comfort;
Large box of rectangular cake
A-ims to give stomach support.
W-ith these two presents,
A-ll you have to do is take;
Y-our life will be consoled by roses and birthday cake.
He eyes the candle, reaches out
To touch the flame it’s bringing,
But someone quickly blows it out;
Then everyone starts singing.
The brightly frosted cake is pushed
To where his little fingers
Cannot avoid some contact
And those gooey frosting bringers
Then find their way to cheeks and chin
And finally, to lips,
Resulting in repeated dipping
Of the fingertips.
The birthday face is nicely smeared
With neon green and blue.
His cute plaid shirt is also streaked
With cake and icing goo.
The grown-ups laugh; the cameras flash.
The moment justifies
The mess created by this birthday’s
Yummiest surprise.
I lit every candle on your birthday cake
But I didn’t realize how long it would take
And when I got back to where I had begun
The first one I’d lit could no longer be found
So I started over and lit them in pairs
But that made no difference so I grabbed my spares
I tried them again only this time in three’s
The smoke got so bad that I started to sneeze
They blew out the candles so strong was their force
I tried it again only this time by fours
The flames got so high it near burned me alive
I had to start over but this time by fives
I lit them at arm’s length my safety in doubt
They set off the sprinklers which put them all out
I toweled the cake off for new candle sticks
And worked up my courage to try them by six
But when I tore open the box they were in
To my great surprise … only one lay within
So that is the reason, and make no mistake
There’s only one candle on your birthday cake
My Teenage Birthday Cake
When I was a teenager
a long time ago,
there was a dessert to which
I could not say no.
I can’t say the reason why
it had seemed so great,
for it’s not a cake that I’m
craving as of late.
Those times when my birthday came,
I begged Mom to make
-not chocolate or carrot -
but angel food cake!
Mother made it for me,
for it was my wish -
pink-frosted, served with ice cream,
it was just delish!
I don’t eat desserts these days,
but if offered one,
better than that angel food,
I’d want sticky bun!
April 30, 2018
For Jamie Pan's "Jamie's interesting Contest 3"
Multiple Element Topic:
2. a dessert, a memory, and someone in your family
In front of your door
I paced,
Stooped down and retied
My shoelace,
13- the number
That was glazed,
Rung your doorbell since your keys
Had been replaced.
Once the door opens
In a haste,
And you'll stare at it
In amaze,
With a motive of
A nutcase,
I'll smash a birthday cake
Right in your face.
A cake on white bed,
With a greeting card on it,
A happy birthday!
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