Birthday Human Poems

Strange, strange the character of the human race

We, the human race on the earth is very strange -

The precious jingling anklet we wear on our...

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Happy birthday, Sister Jorie, 
Men are bothered by woes and strife; 
One ought to know that the worry 
Will never prolong human life. 

Topic: Birthday...

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T-he
H-ealth
E-xperts
R-epulse
E-pidemic
S-aving
E-very

H-uman
A-s
M-ystery
I-s
L-eaving
Y-ou

Topic: Birthday of Therese Hamily (May 30) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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H-uman
A-ilment's
S-ilent
M-ystery
U-ses
K-iller
H-orror

A-s
M-outh
A-nd
T-hroat
H-ave
A-bsorbed
L-ethal
A-ttack's
L-ink

Topic: Birthday of poet Hasmukh Amathalal (May 17) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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S-trong
H-uman
I-n
E-nhanced
N-eatness
A-bates

L-ethal
A-ilment
C-leanly
S-topping
A-ttack

Topic: Birthday of Shiena Lacsa (June 22) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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K-nowledge
A-bout
T-he
H-uman
L-ife
E-mploys
E-arth's
N-ature

J-ust
O-ffering
Y-ou

B-rilliant
R-ighteousness
I-n
O-ne
N-ame's
E-xcellent
S-ubstance

Topic: Birthday of Kathleen Joy Briones (June 21) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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How often do we cross paths with people only for a moment…then
once that moment’s over… our paths never cross again?


She came into the bookstore with...

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R-ighteous 
O-ne 
D-oes 
O-pen 
L-ife 
F-or 
O-utsiders 

Topic: Birthday of Rodolfo C. Quinan, Jr (April 10) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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M-ind of human body
I-s a set of memory and perception; 
R-ecognition and language, 
A-ppreciation and imagination.

L-et the mind of human body
O-pen to process your emotion;...

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E-very endeavor has a guide, 
M-aking it mistake-free; 
A-ll are in proper place, 
N-o reason to worry. 

C-orrect procedure and manual 
A-id anyone to do...

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L-oneliness is left in the dark
O-f the blurred, cold night memory; 
R-eappears the warm clear day, 
E-leventh morn in February.
T-wilight turns into dawn, driving the...

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The sun softly stirs the strawberry tree
Provokes a lovely green bird to hop out
They snuggle and fondle when the cocks croak
A young boy joins them...

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Sometimes I feel so

Insignificant.



I have yet to understand why I’m here.

What’s my purpose?

Will I be forgotten easily when it’s time for me to go?

Or will...

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