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By Izunna Okafor, Awka
Happy birthday, dear Mrs. Nonye Soludo!
In Anambra's heart, you brightly glow,
Through Healthy Living, you've made it so,
Your passion for wellness, it clearly shows.
Your beauty and smile, a dazzling sight,
A beacon of hope, like stars at night,
In all you do, you bring delight,
Guiding us towards a future bright.
With each passing year, you shine anew,
A leader, wife, and friend so true,
In your endeavors, we find our cue,
To celebrate the greatness that is you.
So, here's to you, a birthday cheer,
A day to cherish and hold dear,
Mrs. Nonye Soludo, far and near,
May joy and blessings fill your year!
With gratitude and cheers conveyed,
Happy birthday, to you, we've bade,
Wishing you joy on this special day,
Happy birthday, Anambra First Lady, we say.
© Izunna Okafor, 2023
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Izunna Okafor is an Anambra-based writer and journalist.
You're akin to a blend
of my favourite hues—
not just black, but
preserved, concealed,
opaque, resilient, and
profound. Yet, a gentle
gaze reveals a swirling
display of myriad colours.
Not many can see it, but
for you, I'd illuminate it all.
It's not merely white;
it's pristine, translucent,
and unbarred only to your eyes.
Each stain forms a pattern twirling
in my mind. I'd freeze time
repeatedly to have you here,
regardless of our state.
I'd rather you exist without
my proximity than not exist at all.
Have a wonderful day today
knowing it's special and
will always be.
Happy birthday, vanilla,
shine like the diamond you are.
You were a mother who was both special and divine.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned sixty-nine.
I would give anything if you were still here.
Everybody loved you because you were a dear.
You died over four years ago and it was the worst thing I've ever been through.
When they said you'd die, I felt helpless because there was nothing I could do.
The day before you died, "I Love You" were the three words that I said.
When I saw you lying motionless, it was sad because I knew you were dead.
The doctors couldn't save you after you became ill.
It took two years for this heart of mine to start to heal.
I still miss you and I have something to say.
I'll always love you Mom, Happy Birthday.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
June 22nd Summer unknown to me; My younger Sister Sharon Enters --- The World
Her Heart holds the secrets of the universe , her mind Artistic : Pure----- Receives
The gift of POETIC Knowledge: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. I LOVE --- Y O U
I watch YOU grow ; from crayons to the Golden Pen of a Legendary ------ POETESS
My pride in YOU , shines through; my Little Sister the Impeccable ------- Laureate
I stand in the crowd, my Heart beating loud, my little Sister is being ------ Crowned
Her name, Poetry, the bust of Sharon Weimer inducted into History---- -- With Laurel
Placed upon Her head by her Loving, admiring brother; the Honored ---- Wreath
With all my LOVE Happy Birthday My Sister, Sharon Weimer LOVE YOU-- Forever
How Poetry Began, such plots you tell!
A Tale Of Fire And Ice you wrote so well
Poor Peter Pumpkin bid a sad adieu
Pink Cherry Blossoms was your first haiku
You Echo, Silent Still - love's dream come true.
Bright Eyes plays violin with sweet refrain
It Matters Not, a lovely swap quatrain
Rock Turtles - monoku criteria
The Wintered Soul Among Wisteria
Hidden Beauty - bittersweet rondeau
Dear Juliet waits for her Romeo
And Then Are Times in 'Six Days of Sistine'
Yesterday's Joys, a quatern most pristine.
At Winter's End, a triolet of spring
Night, A Pantoum Lullaby to sing
Destiny, so dark; more painfully:
Reflecting on Police Brutality
Each Little Drop of Rain I See goes 'plink'
An Empty Tissue Box in tear-stained ink.
Dogs and Cats, of these you often write
In Strangler's Wood, those shadows quake at night
Eternal Breath, for one who died too soon
This Night you're floating under stars and moon
Revelation In the Rain, poor her!
I'm Huck - that's right, the novel character
Cinder Girl, burned badly by a boy
Happy birthday, Andrea - enjoy!
September 5th:
Happy birthday to a Soup superstar, prolific poetess, constant commenter, splendid sonneteer, marvelous mentor, word warrior, supportive sponsor, and fabulous friend!
Note: Capitalized words at the beginning of each line are titles of some of Andrea Dietrich's more popular poems from her nearly 11 years at Poetry Soup.
written 4 Sep 2020
Life’s enveloped, digressed and got old
Memories are fading even against my hold.
Years have flown by oh so fast
It’s a pity I couldn't make them last.
16 I was innocent and sweet
17 wasn't good to me
18-19 saw me grow
20 I decided to make my own
21-23 saw me party, lie and cheat
24 I began to get weak
25 work took over
I knew my party days were over
I got a degree amongst all the fun
I began to outshine every one
A proper job set for life.
My mid -20’ s now I must survive
26 I settled down
I had a 2 bedroom flat and job to hold down
27 life became a mess
Life and love began to give me stress
28-have you not been told?
All my dreams and hopes were sold
A downward spiral I did take
God made me pay for every mistake
So here I sit on the eve of 29
I wonder what stories here I will find
But whether it be rain or shine
29, it is time…………
So in the distance I hear them sing
Happy birthday…lets join in
29 is here, let’s all cheer
…………….Have a happy birthday dear.
I’m doin’ 65 in my car
in life’s fast lane bound,
it feels like I’m speedin’
but I’m slowin’ down
My grindin’ gears drag,
odometer is off the chart,
the motor is still runnin’
but needs a kickstart
Lot less gas in the tank
and radiator is leakin’,
the old tyres are bald
and my chassis creakin’
Transmission slips a lot
yet in top gear really rips,
crankshaft still works
but only on short trips
Valves need replacin'
and gaskets hot cinders,
pistons are pumpin' still
but not on all cylinders
Temp gauge in the red
and oil light is flashin',
the rev counter is stuck
but still gets a thrashin'
The booty trunk is full
and my rear axle rides low,
I smell gas and smoke cos
my tailpipe does blow
The grille needs work
just as under the hood,
body showin’ its age
and brakes ain't good
The leather is all worn
and lost its smooth skin,
many years peeled away
the shiny chrome trim
But I'm still on the road
and mean to get my kicks,
God willin’ here I come
next year on Route 66
Written: January 2026
My back is hurting and my knees are shot
I hate the stairs and can’t get up from a squat
I’ve got arthritis and my vision’s blurred
I have one drink and my speech gets slurred
My kids are grown and my youth is gone
My bladder is full long before dawn
I peed twice last night, it was not a thrill
I wake up every morning to a handful of pills
It’s been half a century and it’s gone by fast
I now pray for my hips and faculties to last
My hair has turned grey and old I am
I can no longer hear worth a tinker’s dam
My golden years are now coming into view
I’ve lost some of my teeth and it’s a struggle to chew
My prostate is enlarged and it’s getting tough to pee
Another year of torture, Happy Birthday to me
Petals so soft and sweet, bloom anew
like wishes made on magic shooting stars,
this singular day fills my thoughts with you
and the special beauty behind your scars.
For you, I dream of moments of magic,
for laughter and friends and smiles to share,
and gentle thoughts for a soul so tragic,
although you'll never know how much I care.
I hope your new year brings you love filled sighs
and when it's dark you never feel alone,
for, like the gleam that twinkles in your eyes,
your warmth fills the world with a love unknown.
Your light vanquishes the shadows of my dreams
and illuminates the darkness of my soul.
09/10/16
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