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Dearest Panagiota ~ a Piscean gal
Happy Birthday wishes from a Piscean pal
Sending you much love
with sparkling moonbeams from above
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Your birthday cake lights up the room
Birthday candles galore
No longer are you twenty one
but a dazzling ~ glittering …… four
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Dearest Panagiota ~ a Piscean gal
As you dance ~ As you sing
beguiling memories you bring
A red feather boa almost touching the floor
swirling and twirling ~ a look you adore
A long and lustrous velvet dress
for you Panagiota nothing but the best
with gold gilded dance shoes
to dance the night away
on this your very special day
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Queen Irene and family
sing Happy Birthday song out loud
for you dear Panagiota
they are so very proud…
Written 13th March to celebrate Panagiota's birthday...
The time before I marry, a journey to behold,
In search of true love, with hopes in our soul.
The challenges of a young man, ahead of me so bold,
To make a lifetime vow, to cherish and to hold.
The pressure of succeeding, a weight on my back,
An urge to climb high, and keep my life on track.
To reach the top, with success in my sight,
To provide for my partner, with all my might.
The difficulty to find a partner, a search so wide,
A quest to find love, and have it stay by my side.
To understand each other, a task so hard,
To open up our hearts, and let down our guard.
The process of understanding your partner, an art I must craft,
To communicate and agree, and find a common path.
To share our hopes and dreams, to laugh and to cry,
To journey through life, as we cherish the sky.
The uphill task of planning the marriage, a tale so grand,
To make it memorable, with moments so unplanned.
To choose a venue, a dress, and a cake,
And make sure our wedding, is no mistake.
The expectation of society, a burden we must bear,
To conform and adjust, to fit in if we dare.
To do what's right, according to their sight,
And make sure we don't compromise, to avoid any fight.
The fear of making a lifetime mistake, a worry so grave,
To choose the wrong partner, a risk we can't waive.
To question our judgment, and doubt our choice,
To make sure we're happy, and never lose our voice.
The time before I marry, a journey so long,
To find my other half, and where I belong.
To make a lifetime vow, to love and to cherish,
And build a life together, that will never perish.
I threw away the negatives
But couldn’t bear to part
With the photos of such happy times
They’re tugging at my heart.
Museum trips and boat rides,
Pulling sleds or on the beach,
Birthday candles glowing on a cake,
Those days all out of reach.
A fire in the fireplace,
The family gathered ‘round,
Performances at camp and school,
The beaming faces found.
All dressed up for the holidays
Or set for trick or treat,
The younger version of ourselves
We wish that we could meet.
I loved the reminiscing
But when tucking them away,
It made me sad that they’ll be tossed
On a not too distant day.
I wanna friend like you,
Where I can talk in alone.
My heart is full of heat in summer loo,
But who can make it cool it's you.
Like a friend in my dreams,
A cake baked my me,
With your favourite chocolate cream,
Waiting till now when you will come in.
I don't want you to take a pledge,
For the friends till the end.
Want to seat on the river edge,
Seeing the river, the skies ,and the trees arranged.
Eating, playing our day passes by,
I am waiting for tomorrow's "Hi",
Be my friend in difficulty,
With whatever yours quality.
But be faithful till the end,
Be my friend,
Be my friend....
when we married we
each with a lit candle
were asked to light
one with our two
we burned unity
but then told to blow
our individuality out
but this we did
not do for
she is hers and
mine is me
we lived and did
most things to
gether but not
always for
love is not force
brightness comes
from an inner
light
then came into play
the phrase until
death do us
part
but this had not
been rushed in
to for several
years before
the wind
started with
intent from
breeze to
gust to
storm
the atmosphere was
electric with lightning
dancing to jigs
reels and
reggae
before the birthday
cake was served
many candles
were lit but
then asked
to blow out
and make
a wish
not a complete black
out because my
flame burned
it has been said that
candlelight equates
romance but candle
light can never
define what's
in the corners
of rooms as
darkness
chews as
well as
consumes
and carefully with
a lit wick you turn
to look back it
doesn't shine
much light on
the muchness
that was there
alcohol is fuel
for a fire making
the flame higher
and intense but
in time takes a
toll on such a
heart filled
lamp
so though never will
the dead be buried
came a time to take
her outened candle
place it on her
dated stone
but not to
light just
to let
melt
with
help
from
the
sun
Form:
They forgot my birthday, I thought it was a joke, I waited all day for the big moment.
I sat and waited for the cake, but they never made the cake or said happy birthday.
I was about 9, when they forgot, they must have had more important things on their mind.
Birthdays are important and we like to feel loved, so for all that have had their birthday forgotten I say Happy Birthday to all.
Life will test us, it will do things we can never imagine, we will wonder if this is some kind of test.
Forgetting us in ways and times, can make us feel down, so you need to know that you are not alone.
Birthdays and events will come and go, but you always have yourself to love and care for you, like an artist makes mistakes we learn from all the cracks in life, so fill them in with love and care.
So, celebrate today and all your days, love yourself, forgive, and make yourself number one, and never let anyone take you down.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always
When it comes to baking a cake
Make sure not to put in a snake
Unless, of course, it's a fake
By that, I mean, the snake
For if the snake's made out of plastic
You dare not feed it to anyone spastic
Unless, of course, it's elastic
By that, I mean, the plastic
While if it's made out of rubber
It's a delicacy for a landlubber
Unless, of course, it's flubber
By that, I mean, the rubber
Oh, and if it's made out of tin
It can only be eaten by Gunga Din
Unless, of course, it reeks of gin
By that, I mean, the tin
These instructions are not meant to confuse you
I just wrote them in order to amuse you
Unless, of course, I a-mused you
In which case, I hereby excuse you...
G'bye! So long! (Gong!)
December 22, 2018
Entry in "Bunny Jump Honey Lump Funny Chump" contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
On this revelation that i`m walking into as the devil/evil at a level inside of the devils head. After a really testing day yesterday and awakened to the depth of controlling powers/issues from the boss out of Maritimo and the demonic assertive aggressive CONTROLLING JESEBEL way in which she told me off at having getting paint on the table. I rebuke her and reverse it all in spirit. Also Wayne and his mate who wanted to beat me as i strongly opposed him putting his tent next to mine, the devil trying to get his way.
After a few weeks down by the sea shore being prepared for this new chapter at being moved into the wedding cake, on the bottom tier, after this yesterday i was moved up to the top of the "WEDDING" cake. God sent a storm, a wind very strong, that changed a lot in the spirit and the aftermath of demonics going on in me ( the universe ) The bigger picture the WEDDING DAY is very close. Which is why the painful contention of evil is being endured.
Inside of the devil, in many forms from Oli Seb David and Karen, all differant carachteristics of the devil in many forms too, and trying to be as still as i can is very daunting to say the least. The devils horn i`m` wearing is the epitomy of evil i felt in Wayne and his mate yesterday. Burning Fire , thank you o LORD that all things come together for your good . I give them all to you to make them footstools. And help me to be still and learn against this pure evil i`m enduring . AMEN
I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.
I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I digress.
My charm was thick and melted like butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.
I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air,
but your absence left a pulmonary tear.
My eyes, once wide, indulged your beauty,
but they can't relay what a heart can see.
I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum.
Honey dripped from my playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out.
My belly would flutter with butterflies.
Now they've come out like powdered lies.
My ears were entranced with your melody.
They pranced like deer... into a tree.
I had pennies wasted on vain wishes.
Now they're poisoning the fishes.
My nose was enclosed with rose's scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent.
Secure were my arms in your sturdy care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, bare.
I had soft hands, interlocked with yours.
Now they hold open their own doors.
Silken were these legs you loved to caress.
I keep them neatly under my dress.
These eyebrows gave raise with praised arousal.
Now they're abased, full of sorrow.
I had a mile-wide smile like a child's for cake.
Now, I faintly make one, but it's a fake.
I had instincts, but I let them go
like a rambling tongue for ego's show.
I had a notion that this would end,
but remained devoted like an owing friend.
Deep were my regrets of yesterday's crime,
but they've been bleached like toilet grime.
I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood,
with prints that followed like galoshes of mud.
I had a self, differently sorted,
once vibrantly alive, now aborted.
Issues, like mushrooms, spring up when two or more humans meet,
Issues start from how you are and what size is monkey's feet;
And thus my friend and I, like nail and flesh - same age - once met,
Debated on existence - theme fitting an intellect...!
Socrates, the thinking giant's thoughts on society!
Transcendence and idea-world of Plato’s gaiety!
Substance and categories of Aristotle - complex!
Theophrastus Botanical world - looked like an apex...!
Descartes –cogito ergo sum; Spinoza - sole substance,
John Lock - life, liberty, and property as confidence;
Discussions went endless like the flow of a stream fluent,
We had put a break and dwelt on matters very current...
Existentialism, like a thrilling tale, so exited us,
Concepts such as - God's no more - man is in confusing fuss;
Absurdity, null, void - A world filled with hell-like chaos,
If death puts everything at a standstill, what's not pathos?
Yet, there's no absolute end to creaturely life, I said,
Amidst death, there's the great resurrection and transcendence;
This theory, like a scorpion-sting, he soon reacted,
As though I'm an Orangutan, he got much protracted...
If so, will I rise, like Jesus, with my body and soul?
Or take rebirth into a dog or donkey or an owl?
Or from my ashes arise an orchid and multiply?
Or in soil or molecules of the cosmos will I sigh?
When I felt the arguments get heated like a quarrel,
And could bring in our heart cracks like drought dismally cruel;
I thought friendly relation is greater than life after,
And tried to replace the debate with some jokes and laughter!
Well, whatever way we exist after death, is life too,
Existence unblemished in heart, I said, is always true!
This too did not cut the cake, and he stood firm on his view,
I thought, within: if he holds to his view, why should I woo?
The world's vast; life's great; could I close growth in a cool cocoon?
Thoughts, like seas, are wavy and endless; is life a small boon?
My cat may have three legs; can't another have four or more?
Hence, in a world of views, should arguments have any shore?
08 October 2021
Difference in opinion Poetry Contest
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