Long Birthdays Poems
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Mom's deep sanctity
contrasted with daddy's shameless
immorality.
Four beautiful girls,
one handsome boy could have made
a great family.
Mom was a lovely
and religious woman who
taught us to love God.
Dad was unkind to her,
and for our sake she remained
in a sad marriage.
The lust he had for
his mistress took him away
from his five children.
What we all needed was
a desired togetherness,
that strong bond of trust.
Growing up was hard
with the absence of his love,
we felt so deprived.
More than my sisters,
his denial of affection
effected my outlook.
I lacked confidence,
the support other boys had,
I felt so unwanted.
I missed his warm hugs,
his laughter in my birthdays...
the pride in his son.
Today…a little good news…news that, hopefully, makes you glad…
even though this good news…originated from the bad.?
This story begins five years ago…it takes its initial breath inside a women’s sadness…grieving her son’s death.
Move ahead five years…her son’s birthday is today…
and her grief resurfaces as it always does…for it will never go away.
She wanted a way to deal with her grief…in the best way that she could…
Hoping from her sadness…she could create something good.
She thought and thought searching for an idea…and when her thinking was done…
She decided to find a way to give…to another mother and her son.
Move now to a mother picking up her son’s birthday cake…tears of joy and sorrow she cried when she opened up the cake box and read the note inside.
It was from the mother of the son who died…Tyler was his name…written to the mother of the son who lives…whose birthdays are the same.
She paid for the cake in honor of her son…to keep his memory bright…
The note said…enjoy the day…make special memories and hug your children and loved ones tight.
She chose this way to commemorate her son..to help keep his memory awake…
Because as a mother she loved birthdays…while her son loved birthday cakes.
The words were written lovingly…they were compassionate and kind…
Love, Toni, Tylers mom…is how the note was signed
I like to think it was the best birthday…and best birthday cake…that family ever had
As one woman found a way for something good…
to come out of something bad.
Its torment is meant to disturb
the whole of the peace
you embody
The aim is to fragment & scatter
but you see the path of pieces
as if they're breadcrumbs
or brain matter
Time & again they lead you back
to a place of wholeness
when you follow
the pitter patter
What some run from & fail to
realize is being broken
is a gift because
we all must shatter
in a way
Though it isn't their goal they
actually teach one
how to be whole
these days
Within the folds of your existence
are many opportunities
for ones
transcendence
What better way is there to increase
than to be broken down
piece by piece in order
to rebuild?
Those creases are filled with
experiences that will
not cease until all of the
building grounds have been tilled
Skillfully move like a barge then
barge forward without notice
& before you know it
you've become
a lotus
You've forgotten how dreamy
you are because you're
too focused on the
stars & the illusion of skies
A wise one once told me that
the whole of the world
is a lie
ready to be uncovered
by you
By you I mean me because
you're a figment of
dreams that I see
with eyes both open
& closed
Within this soliloquy I've
enclosed secrets that
will unfold in the minds of
those dying to know
The 1 resurrected & rose
inside of you on your
date of birth yet we celebrate
birthdays that take away from
our worth over time
Those that understand will see
with real eyes what was
written is only over the heads
of those not in their mind
Sometimes the truth is dark but
how else would you learn
& realize what it means
to shine?
Mother dearest, your love is the greatest
Your patience and sacrifices are the best
You’ve worked hard for our future
Until we’ve all graduated from school.
Now, we have our own life and family
You’re still around serving everybody
Extending service, supports, giving lights
Grandchildren are your sweet delights.
You take care and cook for them
You’re far beyond the most precious gem
Mom, you’re the bright sun of the clan
Greatest mother on earth for everyone.
We love you so much our beloved mom!
May 8, 2022 5.01pm
I’ve already written lots of poem for my mom
on her birthdays, ordinary days and on special
events like Mother’s Day. All framed and
laminated with her photos. This simple poem
was written for her dated May 8, 2022.
I’m so happy seeing her inspired by her
4 grandchildren especially our 2yr- old baby.
For tonight
celebrating 163 birthdays
among the three of me,
my husband,
and oldest son's May birthdays
within four days of each other
For tonight
unestranged,
and, if we each prefer,
for the remainder of our lives
more together,
less apart
We are here to understand
and express appreciation
for and with each other,
not to fix anyone's misunderstandings
or positions
or perspective
or ignorance
or sin
against God
or Country
or common sense,
or love for each other,
or all of the above.
That way,
if we get confused
about which of these
White God
Red v Blue country
or common sense
Pillars of economic and political wisdom
we have so shamefully violated,
It doesn't matter
because we're not going to try
to understand Othering tonight
And, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our co-invested lives
more together,
less apart.
If you want feedback
about Past or Future You,
please ask
Because, for tonight,
we are here together
to hear how you are feeling now
about appreciating abundant you
as you are
And about appreciating us
as we are
And any memories of our past
we can revisit
with full integrity
appreciating you
as part of us--
your Me
as our interwoven We.
So, if you want feedback
about how and what you are doing
and not doing,
about who you are becoming
or not becoming,
you will have to ask.
If you get feedback
you cannot appreciate,
at least as yet,
Please, let's help remind each other,
calmly and kindly,
that giving unsolicited feedback,
including how to solve your stupid problems
for you,
violates our rules for tonight
and, if you prefer,
for the remainder of our lives,
more together,
less apart.
These rules apply to you,
about yourself,
and about us,
and include me,
about me,
and about us.
I invite your kind
and calm reminder,
and my own
this night to appreciate
and celebrate who I am
as I am
and who you are
as we are
compassionately co-invested
Without judging ourselves
or Others
Without shaming ourselves
or blaming Others
for what we have failed to understand
and to express co-passionately,
To water our flowers
and rewarm our best days,
and not feed the cold dead weeds
of our worst days
before this our night
more together,
less apart.
My heart it sometimes burns with a memory or thought of you , i cry and i cant breath I don’t know what to do.
Years of being with you thinking I finally found the one, in the bad times thinking we will get through it cause all we need is love.
Those years went by so quickly especially when i was your wife, now im back to where i was back to the single life.
I get so angry and i scream how did this happen Why? All this confusion and still no answers can i find.
I never thought i have to live my life without you by my side, and never in a million years was prepared for this goodbye.
It is what it is so they say but thats not good enough, no one understands how these times can be so heartbreaking and so tough.
I hate birthdays i hate xmas i hate family things i would rather be somewhere else, nothing and no one understands this continues to feel like hell .
everyday the hurt i hide the sound of my heart when it breaks, how much longer will this last i dont know how much more I can take.
Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because...
Lackluster life lived
as each subsequent day,
a carbon copy
of the one before,
though far from
being clinically depressed, this boar
ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries
mass consumerist paradigm
satiating the whore
rub bull Lady Liberty, where more
disinclination arises, per
crossing upcoming birthdays corridor
January 13th finds
increased repugnance being part
of materialistic culture club
as hellacious tore
char, implied societal behavior
expects blind submission
subjected to glore
re: us lee spouting
hallelujah nauseating your
every five senses to accept
point blank, Nee pay adore
ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure
blared, foisted, and
lobbed upon every
man, woman, and child of society,
which imposition, this
outlier doth deplore
as an avowed antiestablishmentarian
to thee very core,
of my being, who
experiences continuous ab hoar
rent theoretical strings
of disappointments pour
ring down (like confetti)
from on high, viz directly
linkedin as nonconformist eyesore
from cradle to... when,
me cremated ashes get scattered,
though right now... still technically
alive, at least... I think so
(despite not yet),
being gratefully dead...
nearing three score
years, yet upon
my demise wherefore
welcoming relief against
(feeling like the oddball),
shares his glumness
weighing me down, where
every step an arduous chore
his compunction being open to explore
living off the grid, or
alternatively joining thee dacor
oven intentional community,
cuz he seems severely mismatched,
where vast material consumption,
especially accentuated with
holiday season heavily pitched
to spend every
last red cent, (and beg
borrow, max out on credit, or steal)
to splurge for
expectation to endure
the helter skelter frenetic
Black Friday and Cyber Monday
fire sales kindling
a bonanza galore!
Attendants
Attendants once were happy in the ancient mansion
Made of sand and granite by the cliff
How fortuitous to be employed in these harsh times
Tending to the mundane chores and sober orders
The rule of life for functionaries is to fulfill the reasonable requests
I guess things must have changed in history between the shadows
The help demand more benefits and pay
My servants used to bring me, one vitamin for breakfast
Champagne or absinthe were always there to wash it down
I had one worker for each arm and leg
The four of them became uniquely useless
So what if I forgot their names and birthdays
They still get paid and have definable obligations
Incongruities and inconsistencies will not be tolerated
Attendants are attendants one and the same
Now they play all day
Overlook the cliff at ships and crashing waves below
Sometimes all four gather shells down there and swim the shallows
Or gather pine cones to throw around into tomorrow
In their spare time they take me out like trash
One of them on each arm and leg and toss me in the yard
Being old and feeble I cannot walk or get around myself
I get by on rain water and bugs that happen by
The servants have taken over the old gray mansion
They copulate inside and left me here to die
Entered Contest on - 12/05/14 - "ONE OF YOUR BEST" - Poetry contest
Hello Birthday, birthdays are awesome, it means another beautiful year has passed since birth.
Thanking Mom and Dad, for birthing me, for all the love and care, that all my moments have been because they made me be here, and I thank them for all of their love and care.
Thanking friends, and others, for all the lessons, and other moments of the past year, that have helped me grow and see things clearer.
Hello Birthday, thanks for marking another year of memories and lessons, that have helped me grow and learn new stuff, that has made me feel growth.
Hello Birthday, today I will remember all my past birthdays, ones with loved ones that have passed, but forever live in my heart.
Hello Birthday, today I will take in all the birthday stuff, like the birthday wishes, the Beaver supermoon, the blessings that are all about.
Hello Birthday, I have had a great year, it has been full of love and happiness, some sad moments, but mostly positive, making me look forward to another great year, with no tears only joy for this start of my year.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
We’re taught that time moves ever forward…in a solid line…with no slack…
that the eyes of time stare straight ahead…never looking back.
But we have found the older we grow…this isn’t always true.
because sometimes, if you’re lucky, time will circle back to you.
Deborah and I spent a lot of time with our children
and our grandchildren when they were young.
That was our intent..
Homework, holidays, birthdays, soccer games…
we considered it time well spent.
We saw them at their best and worst behavior
We felt their joy and sadness too.
They saw us the same and learned how we were human too.
We sang with them, we danced with them
Deborah baked some of their birthday cakes.
From us they learned no-one is perfect and it’s okay to make mistakes.
We like to think, when each and every one of our family members
look back on our life together…it’s those times they will remember.
Yesterday Ava, our youngest grandchild…who’s about to turn 18
proved, without a doubt, exactly what I mean.
She texted us that she and two friends were in Dunedin…and thus
wanted to know if she could come by and spend a little time with us.
As we visited with Ava and her friends I thought…
how time does have some slack…
how every now and then she allows us to circle back.
Yes, time does move ever forward…we know this to be true…
But if you spend time with your children and grandchildren
when they are young…
when you are all a little older they will circle back
and spend some time with you.