Long Birthday cake Poems
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In front of your birthday cake, you divide your life into slices,
and each slice bears a face, etched with the marks of the time it belongs to.
A knife on the platter is your portion, sharp edges cutting the icing
so gently, like your skin, that you cannot call it violence.
It’s not contrast, but distance, measured and distributed, condensed in your absence,
and from the crowd traveling on the waves of the path cut by the blade, no one asks:
How did you gather your wounds in your voice, even your silence bore cuts?
And why—under all the pressure of scars crowding together—
was a cry never born?
In a suspended moment, when the candles burn, time melts
in tears of wax, and shadows dance on the walls of your heart,
where each wound is a note in the symphony of silence,
and wishes blown into the darkness become falling stars,
guiding unfulfilled desires toward a horizon of forgetfulness.
Looking inside yourself, you discover that absence is not a void,
but a place where echoes of the past carry your name,
and scars become maps of unseen journeys,
where each path taken is an untold story,
and your shadows embrace the light as a testament of survival.
So, on your day, when the slice of cake measures your life,
wrap your pain in a warm silence, like a blanket over a grave,
and let absence be a presence, a fine line between what was and what will be,
for even without a cry, your story remains etched in the air you breathe.
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)
She’s the icing on a birthday cake
The sausage in a roll
The jam in your dough nut
The hotdog in the roll
The custard on a spotted dick
The hundreds and thousands on a cone
It’s a shame she’s food optimising
and the syns are really high
Its all about how much lettuce is on the salad
The fat content of the meat
How much speed foods is piled up on her plate
and What syn's are in the yoghurt's
and whats the readings on the scales
The goods news is
Roses don’t have calories
But they do look really sweet
So no rose shaped chocolate boxes
No fine dining restaurant meals
Just a salad box and a diet coke from subway
for my valentines this year .
Pretty young girl, in school and pregnant
Sixteen-year old mother, just a teen
Birthed a daughter and named her Edith
Had to give her up, it broke her heart
Through the years, she never forgot her
August third their anniversary
Inside she’d weep her birthday wishes
Sometimes she’d even light a candle
Atop a little frosted cupcake
She’d count aloud the years their passing
Imagine her wee one all grown up
This went on until she got married
Soon she started her new family
And she named her eldest son Eddy
No coincidence by any means
She wore her heart upfront on her sleeve
Without guile, she was an open book
Little Edith belonged here as well
Birthday cake on every August third
One night Edith did receive a call
No way could she sleep one wink that night
Aging, her biological mom
Had at last found her and wished to meet
So they reconvened and mended hearts
Now August third had come full circle
Her whole family reunited
Soon she could die peaceful and fulfilled
AP: 2nd place 2020
My dear, I have only just woken up
and opened the refrigerator
to take out
some joys, some sorrows, and a few blessings.
I wrote a song
and fed it birthday-cake.
The fennel flowers have remained just the same,
only the chair kept beside the window
does not want to sit there anymore.
And on it, last night’s moon
has folded away its white shirt.
I picked it up,
shook it gently,
and a few old afternoons
came tumbling down.
Then I went out to the balcony
and saw
an ant, very slowly,
changing the co-ordinate of my home.
I said nothing to it.
These days, those who have to leave,
on their way out,
should not be called back.
The fennel flowers have remained just the same.
" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are in the living room munching on cheese,
who's going to make the perfect batter for Ricky's birthday cake? "
" If no one volunteers, turn off your iPods and put them away
and come to the kitchen to give a hand...isn't it somebody's birthday?
It would be nice to see one use the mixer, the other greasing the pan...
how many of your friends have you invited? I hope not more than ten! "
And giggling they exchange words, thinking I don't hear their whispering;
I was a teen once and know how they think, but today they won't be laughing!
Hurry, bake the yellow cake...we have only two hours left, they'll be coming soon!
" Mary set the table, everything must look fantastic! No, don't lick the spoon!
The door suddenly opens...twenty five teens come into view and say, " Surprise! "
Hundred of small balloons are released from their hands...their thrill rises.
" Good Heavens! Who are these kids with faces painted like circus clowns? "
Have you asked them to attend this party? Where are the real guests? "
Silence filled the aroma-filled kitchen as they looked downward with embarrassment,
" Are they here to crush your birthday party, Ricky...if they are they will get
a taste of my dough roller right now! " No, mom...they want to throw my birthday cake into my face! " " Have they told you so? Wait here, Ricky...I'll think of a trick."
" Hi, cuties...are you ready to have a cake fight? " Yeah, " was their answer.
" Let's do it...do you want to hear a big mommy's laughter when your eyes will burn? "
The smallest one in the group yelled, " The birthday cake had better taste good
or your red face will turn yellow! " " Little rascal, you'll churn like butter! "
In a second the whole house became a battleground... they hurled cupcakes,
cookies and candies, but they had forgotten about the cake in the oven.
Smoke came out of their ears and noses... mom laughed when they ran
outside as if they had seen a real ghost, " Run for your lives before my dog attacks! "
Blowing out candles on a birthday cake
or watching a shooting star fall to Earth,
we make a wish, hoping it'll come true.
We are unwilling to dismiss magic:
for fantasy's part of reality,
stretching the limits of what Hope can do.
A wish is an improbable desire;
that's secret, personal, and unspoken,
or it may be as cliché as world peace.
The enchantment behind making a wish
is that we might magically obtain
something, or at least, our odds will increase.
A wish makes that likelihood possible,
if only in our imagination;
for it can imbue Hope where there was none.
A wish lets you enter the world of dreams
where magic and superstition exist,
and things like "knock on wood" are said and done.
I made a scrumptious chocolate birthday cake just for you
My only wish, I could deliver it, across the pond to you!
For two years straight, you stood behind me daily.
A trophy, you do deserve, not one day, but three
hundred sixty five, times two, for contacting by
comment or soup mail, you never failed me!
Such a unique poet you are, and endearing, indeed,
to so many.
Love, peppered with humility and peace, are on
your agenda daily.
Tom, you've gone way out of your way,
When I felt abysmally, horribly dismayed!
You are wise, like a philosopher, to recognize the real
poets here, from the phony.
And run from those, who post pure, arrogant baloney.
I wish you health and happiness for so many years.
Wish we could all go to a pub, raise a pint and wish
you happiness, with loving, poetic cheers!
Hugs from the USA,
Panagiota
2/16/2021
I counted all the candles,
Upon my birthday cake;
Surely I don’t need all of them,
There must be some mistake!
They’re melting all the icing,
I cannot blow them out;
For someone with so many candles,
You’d think I’d have more clout!
Let me try to count them one more time,
I’ll group them in clusters of ten;
I burnt my fingers on the wax,
Trying to rearrange all of them.
There’s ten and twenty and thirty of them,
My God how did this happen to me!?
There still are two more clusters left,
And then a group of three.
Who’s idea was it to stick burning candles
On birthday cakes in the first place?
Certainly not someone of my age;
They singed the hair off of my face!
Do you still get your birthday wish
If to blow them out it takes six tries?
I cannot see if my wish came true,
The smoke is in my eyes!
Well, I looked into the mirror
And still look all of 53!
So the answer to the question above,
Is no longer a mystery.
We attended Ava, our granddaughter’s, birthday party
as has been our yearly routine
This one, however, reminded us how fast time flies…she just turned 13.
Ava is our youngest grandchild…which means, if you’re keeping score,
none of our four grandchildren…are children anymore.
And again we had to wonder about time
Yes, we’ve been there to watch her grow
but there are moments every now and then when you ask
Where…did the time go?
Time is a funny thing is it not?
a continuous ocean of change
We can’t make sad moments move off swiftly
We can’t make happy moments remain…
It seems the best we can do as we’re carried by her waves…is open our eyes wide
and as time unfolds before us…sit back and enjoy the ride…
So as we watched Ava at her party…It wasn’t the teenager we chose to see
No, we spent some time remembering…the child she used to be.
Looking back across that ocean…remembering moments that endear….
moments we’ve been lucky to share…for these last 13 years
We’ve spent as much time with Ava as the waves of time would allow
and though we’re still a part of her life…we’re more observers now…
And that is as it should be…for as the people in her life increase…
When it comes to her life…
like her birthday cake
we’re just happy to have a piece.