From the private ease of Mother's womb
I fall into the lighted room.
Why don't they simply put me back
Where it is warm amd wet and black?
But one thing follows on another.
Things were different inside Mother.
Padded and jolly I would ride
......
Do you cut your birthday cake?
Do you know your birthday is fake?
Don't continue to make the mistake
It's time for you to now awake!
Ask your mother when you were born
You were kicking weeks before and this went on and on
You were alive long back, she knows
And even science has pictures as the embryo grows
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(sixteen)
As my wooden
clock slapped
twelve.
The glorious
October, dawned
to the
hideous
......
This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.
A man's birthday only comes around once a year.
You wanted revenge because I drank your last beer.
You decided to get even by ruining my birthday.
You got even by giving me the new Doctor Who on Blu-ray.
You know that I hate the new Doctor Who, I think it's a piece of crap.
Now you've started crying like a two year old because I gave you a slap.
I loathe the new Doctor Who TV Show and I let everybody know about it.
You bought me a piece of crap for my birthday and it's making me throw a fit.
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Tanngerine sun was shining, in what many called the olden, golden days;
And Sandra Adams was a year older, like loveliness, jeweled art portrays.
Sandra lived with her parents, younger sister, Maggie, and brother, Bob;
In the dazzling, distant, Blue Mountains. There colorful wildflowers mob.
Sandra's tenth birthday was much anticipated, but it had not arrived yet;
Like songs that peak at coral sunup, as violet moon conveys cool regrets.
Friends had fun dangling yoyos on fingers, or flying kites, dazzling colors,
......
Louis Watson loved well made, toy ships, and had a fine collection,
Since father was a sailor himself. Like aged wind's novel directions.
Louis loved sailing toy ships on Crystal Pond, like gaiety filled youth.
He'd pretend they sailed on open seas, laden with candies and fruit!
His family lived on the edge of town, beneath pink-beige starlight,
Looming as evening warblers began singing, to scarlet Mars' delight.
Louis had fun with best friend, Fred. They had boat races, ofttimes.
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Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections.
Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions.
He was soon making tasty cookies, to the glee of his baby sister, Anna.
For parents are the best teachers, like golden days, leaving in glamour.
Johnny's parents decided to offer, some of his buttery cookies for sale;
For he had put care in each detail! They were soon popular in Hillsdale!
Flabbergasted thunder finally finished roaring. Butterscotch sun smiled,
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(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
......
Der Tag begann still,
als würde die Welt innehalten,
nur für dich,Anna.
Kein Feuerwerk,
aber das Licht war weicher,
die Luft wie eine Umarmung.
Ich dachte an der Moment,
an dem du zum ersten Mal
deinen Atem in diese Welt gesetzt hast.
......