Long Birthday Poems
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when we first met
it was love at first sight
so my husband always says
I have no reason to doubt him
through the years
our love has only grown
the earliest gift from my beau
was for my birthday
a giftwrapped music cd
with much ceremony and intent
my romeo maestro played
the one magic track
meant to melt and secure my heart
sure enough it did
and eventually became
our wedding song
to this day
it takes only a few bars
for us to recognize our special song
and we love to dance to it
no matter where we are
the song is simply called Amazed
by the popular group Lone Star
I often like to share
this milestone in our history
thank you for listening
so without further ado
I leave you to enjoy the lyrics ~
"Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby, when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away
I've never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams
I don't know how you do what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you
The smell of your skin
The taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in the dark
Your hair all around me
Baby, you surround me
You touch every place in my heart
Oh, it feels like the first time every time
I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes
I don't know how you do what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you
Every little thing that you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Oh, yeah every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you“
AP: 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on July 17, 2020 for contest SOME OLD SONG sponsored by BETH EVANS - RANKED 3RD
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today
Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Don’t forget to save your pennies
Wish on a star on your great day
Your mom sings your praises today
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Your mom sings your praises today
© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved
This is for the the daughter of our own poetess, Kathy.
The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet
has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the
poem.
"desire today"
(Poems dedicated to my mother on my happy birthday today)
Born into this world this day, I cried on the lap of my mom
from that day onward, days after days ,year after year has gone
I spent my childhood happily in the lap of the mother
In those old days, she thought me nothing
but a petal of flower together.
She was the entrance of heaven for me to walk on this earth
I was under her fringe of love and affection after birth
she was as holy as the stream of the holy Ganges
I was warped with her in that sacred stream thus.
I sail the boat of life with the lessons which she teaches me divine
I always keep that lessons in the front of my heart line.
I spent my youth in the shadow of her generous sky
lively in my youth on the day I walk recklessly on thy.
I did not have the ability to understand
the contribution of dad on such hilarious day
today, my heart ached when I understood how great was he to say.
Now-a-days I am tired of carrying my life in conflict various
on the days of my grief all the kinsman they ignore and bypass
now pain and sorrow always touch my heart and soul
in tears, all it makes me tarnished in its role.
The fire engulf me and hit me again and again
I want your affection, mom, to sail life in pain.
(Today is Tata MANDELA’S birthday. Freedom lovers all over South Africa are celebrating his legacy of Compassionate Love. I wrote this poem on his birthday when he was still alive. I am so grateful that I was humbled to serve in his government whilst he was President of the First National Democratic Government in South Africa.
At the time I wrote it, I was living opposite a pine forest. )
MANDELA’S BIRTHDAY POEM
All is radiantly translucent
Drops of water sit in
Silence on trees in sunshine
Aloe reflect themselves
In flooded ponds
Tasks are listed
Pines reach for the sky
Where clouds ripple lace across
A stretched out blueness
Dogs bark
Workers to work
Students to school
Earth holds us
in the full Awareness
of our own power to
Change !
Happy Birthday
Cherished leader
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2011
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@ghairodanielspresence
I remember the night I first saw you
I was watching a news program 'til you barged in the screen
The sweetest smile I instantly noticed
Among you, hopefuls, in the center stage
Not sure if I did hear your name
I am certain though, your beautiful face I'll always remember
When two David's held concert in my Motherland
My heart recognized you the second time
The same angelic face, alluring smile
With your soothing voice and astounding music
Is this real or just another crush?
Never mind me stalking your social media posts
Memorizing almost every line of your songs
Every girl wishes to meet her ultimate idol
Upon hearing his name, In your eyes, "I fall"
"What does he like
What does he seek for a wife"- thanks to Google
Wishes the tickets were cheap
Cries a river when she missed
All these feelings inside
Keeping me up all night
Would you ask why someone like me admires someone like you?
'Tis your beautiful soul and what you do
A missionary for the Lord down to a music lover
So don't even wonder seeing your face in my wallpaper
But when time comes you found your "My Kind of Perfect"
We know, I know she'll love you forever
"Happy Birthday, D.J!!!"
Lyn-Jenne
Words are not enough to thank the heavens for giving me a partner like you.
My heart you won as you always been true from the beginning Though separated only by time
But my love,you will forever be
While plains continue to flood and the waves roll over the sea.
You stand as high as a mountain, with a heart as big to match.Emotions running like a fountain And so much warmth to dispatch.
So caring and full of love,
always serving kind words. Never once did you betray the trust installed from above.
As years roll on past - knowledge you will employ.
New ground you will tread like nothing ever before
But don't let success go to your head as you must come back to shore.
Never lose your radiant glow, know you make me proud.
You have reached a point where a lot will change,
the whole experience will be no less than starting a new life.
In the near future the sowing of oats seed will be done
And we will be together.
Do not be scared my dear,
do not be shaken;
take everything,
one step at a time
And enjoy every moment for as long as it lasts.
Happy 21st birthday,
may this day present your dreams and design happiness and mirth.
Happy 21st Birthday Thembelihle T. Khaka
I watch as she rests beneath your tender palm,
Head beside your wounded heart.
Oxygen-deprived time.
Her words will forever last.
Your voice as gentle as ice, her words as harsh as time.
You stayed too long it became a scar,
It almost tore you apart.
You have darkness in your eyes. You have been so sleep-deprived.
Yet there is this calmness I never fail to find.
You're too kind. And it's forever in my mind.
And the same blood rushes up my face too—
When I love too much and fail to argue.
Will this fate find me too?
Will I look in the mirror and forever see you?
Is this my truth?
You don't say anything yet I hear it in your breath—The shaky sigh and quiet sob —
Her sickness is morphing into your death.
You're trying to rest, with your shoulders so tense.
And I lower my voice, making my words careful and gentle
But I end up making no sense.
Because I stutter when I speak.
Distance is the archer and I've always been the prey,
I never stayed long enough to know exactly what to say.
And it's her birthday today.
"Where is everyone?" is all she got to say.
The loneliness in the room reflects the emptiness in her eyes.
She spends her days laying in one place,
With constant heavy sighs.
She's running out of her own thoughts,
Lost in sleep and empty walls.
And there is something close to nothing that I can't spot.
We're all tied to the same thread.
Something they call loneliness.
And I'm so worried and I want to tell.
But it'll take me a few more hollow dusks
To finally make any sense.
I'll run out of time, I guess.
In a city, today at 11:am in a nearby town,
An elementary student took his own life down.
In sorrow and anger I do murmur and walk.
Children do not die of Covid, such b.s. talk.
The Unions just want more cash for teachers.
Children have falling grades, stop saying school
on a screen is at all sane!
The Union can pay for his final expenses.
He's not the first to do this.
Suicide is no way to go.
Kids need one another not a teacher's face on a screen.
Politicians should fund all suicides.
Lockdowns driving people out of their minds.
Who wants to live like an animal caged?
My heart weeps crimson tears. He was my grandsons's age.
This fills my heart with rage and hot tears.
But you and I know lockdowns will expand,
As socialism infects this great land!
What good is poetry, as children and adults end their lives.
Lockdowns will kill yet more.
Unless we stop hiding behind our doors!
We all need human contact and parents cannot take the place
of peers.
Our governors, with their fat heads up their rears.
CNN lies with death count fears?
Pray for his mother...no son this Christmas or any other.
No Birthday, no Mother's Day.
To Covid nonsense, he eternally....pays,
The moon sheds tears of lost young blood tonight.
May it cause us all a sleepless and restless night.
12/2/2020
6pm PST
Form:
C-all on the Almighty,
H-e's always there to listen;
E-ars of Him are always open,
R-eady to hear the chosen.
R-ainy night and chill shall turn into warm day;
Y-our sorrow, tears, and pain shall be all wiped away.
B-eneath the wide blue sky
I-s a fresh morning light;
E-arly dawn has broken,
S-unlight is burning bright.
C-louds will never gather,
A-s the first of May is fair;
S-torm shall never brew because of rays in the air.
B-rave the bleak horizon,
A-head might be a bumpy road;
U-nless you pray to God,
T-here won't be a lighter load.
I-mplore the Father to come,
S-hielding you from calamity;
T-ell Him about your troubles,
A-sk and call on the Almighty.
It happened on a winter day many years ago,
my big sister was killed by a truck,
after slipping off a snowbank . . .
mom was yelling at her to get down,
she turned, smiled at us and waved,
then, suddenly slipped down into the street.
I will never forget my mom's screams,
it was my birthday the next day.
The days that passed after were confusing,
I was sent to gran and gramps,
my parents arranging a funeral,
they never took me. (I asked why for years)
When it was all over they came for me,
and my father said, "we have to cut her hair."
You see both my sister and I,
had long, long dark hair
and we looked very much alike,
I suppose they wanted me to look different.
Well, they cut it short,
but, I was still the same little girl,
and I still looked like my sister . . .
they kept cutting it all through my childhood,
I would run to the attic holding my doll weeping,
"here nobody sees me cry."
It kept going on . . .
until, I was old enough to protest,
and then, I was on a mission to grow my hair
as long as I could and to this day I will not cut it.
I will never understand the why . . .
did they want to erase me .
As my hair grew long my confidence soared,
and in my dads last days he
loved to stroke my long hair . . .