Birthday Poems
Don’t cut a cake! Awake! Your Birthday is Fake!
by airatmaninravi AiR
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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The Golden Years
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Another year older
Another year gone,
A little more wisdom,
Can that be too wrong?
A few more fine wrinkles,
A dark spot or two,
Expressions pronounced
Through the skin’s darker hue.
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625 days and counting
by Grace Frost
365 days we are celebrating you,
Life redefined in 2 pink lines,
625 days this love is brand new.
January to October time to grow,
Impatience is a family trait, 12/09/21,
365 days we are celebrating you.
10pm, 1am and 3am feeds,
Fatigued but morning comes again,
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For A Birthday
by Thom Gunn
I have reached a time when words no longer
help:
Instead of guiding me across the moors
Strong landmarks in the uncertain out-of-doors,
Or like dependable friars on the Alp
Saving with wisdom and with brandy kegs,
They are gravel-stones, or tiny dogs which yelp
Biting my trousers, running round my legs.
Description and analysis degrade,
Limit, delay, slipped land from what has been;
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A Novel Idea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.
Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I could,
Because I was not the tidiest person, however life was still very good!
All those who really knew me, understood how much I loved reading,
As loving eyes turn westward each evening, to sun's motley receding.
I dwelt in a house, on 20 acres of land, that had several outbuildings.
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625 days and counting
by Grace Frost
365 days we are celebrating you,
Life redefined in 2 pink lines,
625 days this love is brand new.
January to October time to grow,
Impatience is a family trait, 12/09/21,
365 days we are celebrating you.
10pm, 1am and 3am feeds,
Fatigued but morning comes again,
......
Don’t cut a cake! Awake! Your Birthday is Fake!
by airatmaninravi AiR
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
......
A Novel Idea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.
Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I could,
Because I was not the tidiest person, however life was still very good!
All those who really knew me, understood how much I loved reading,
As loving eyes turn westward each evening, to sun's motley receding.
I dwelt in a house, on 20 acres of land, that had several outbuildings.
......
The Lovely Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Orange sun is shining, pretty blooms follow green lane,
And smiles seem to linger, like azure skies after rain,
Midnights tend to sparkle, with a million vibrant stars,
Life's so much better, now you're in this world of ours!
Scarlet hummingbirds flit humming, pale moon is a pearl,
And sunsets glow brighter, multicolored heralding swirl.
The peach dawns are now hopeful, in loud birdsong bliss,
Hope your dreams come true, and you get your b-day wish!
Humor Me
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a solemn person by nature, so my demeanor was always dignified,
Like the somber moon of nighttide, that sees vaguest dreams magnified.
Oh, I enjoyed having a good time, only I showed it in different ways,
As when a blizzard pummels the mountains, and the bold severity stays.
People were constantly inquiring of me, where was my sense of humor?
As folks give dark clouds the look, for gaiety's gone and it's cooler.
When people told me their jokes, I could hardly do anything but stare,
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