Birthday Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#birthday
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 9:17am
19th Oct 2022 9:17am
Maybe!
So on my birthday
I shall go for lunch
Quaff some mead
On a dubious hunch
Then
Life model
In my birthday suite
Shave a little
So not hirsute
Then maybe
Go for a drink
Or three
"i like a drink
Maybe two at the most
Three i'm under the table
Four i'm under the host!"
Best stick with with three then!
but then again
Maybe?
Mein host
Hope it's a woman
Retrospectively!
by Jemia
I shall go for lunch
Quaff some mead
On a dubious hunch
Then
Life model
In my birthday suite
Shave a little
So not hirsute
Then maybe
Go for a drink
Or three
"i like a drink
Maybe two at the most
Three i'm under the table
Four i'm under the host!"
Best stick with with three then!
but then again
Maybe?
Mein host
Hope it's a woman
Retrospectively!
by Jemia
#birthday
#alcohol
#food #funny
#food #funny
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 1:52pm
18th Oct 2022 1:52pm
111 Months
You were diagnosed with Leukemia and sadly, you didn't survive.
If you hadn't died 111 months ago, today you would've turned 75.
You were born on October the 18th of 1947.
But 111 months ago, you went to Heaven.
Your hair grew back after chemotherapy made it fall out.
When you were told you would die, there was no doubt.
It must have been terrifying when you learned that you were terminally ill.
You had to battle cancer and it was not easy to go through such an ordeal.
Today would've been your 75th birthday.
But 111 months ago, you were taken away.
If you hadn't died 111 months ago, today you would've turned 75.
You were born on October the 18th of 1947.
But 111 months ago, you went to Heaven.
Your hair grew back after chemotherapy made it fall out.
When you were told you would die, there was no doubt.
It must have been terrifying when you learned that you were terminally ill.
You had to battle cancer and it was not easy to go through such an ordeal.
Today would've been your 75th birthday.
But 111 months ago, you were taken away.
#father
#death
#birthday
#cancer
#nonfiction
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2022 3:13pm
22nd Sep 2022 3:13pm
Dear B
It's your birthday today!
I'm sorry I'm late.
I have no excuse—
just a lot on my plate.
I hope you don't think
that your birthday's forgotten;
until I can find
some fresh paper to jot on...
I'm texting your mum to say:
hope that you've had
a wonderful day
(and I hope you're not mad).
Your card will arrive
in a day, maybe two.
Until then, from us all,
Happy Birthday to you!
I'm sorry I'm late.
I have no excuse—
just a lot on my plate.
I hope you don't think
that your birthday's forgotten;
until I can find
some fresh paper to jot on...
I'm texting your mum to say:
hope that you've had
a wonderful day
(and I hope you're not mad).
Your card will arrive
in a day, maybe two.
Until then, from us all,
Happy Birthday to you!
#birthday
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shanal
Jaqui Camp
Jaqui Camp
Poem Published
13th Sep 2022 7:43pm
13th Sep 2022 7:43pm
Mom's Birthday
Mom's Birthday
October 21st, the day you were born,
We celebrated so many birthdays
but since 2020 they are not the same
I wish you were here to see your grandson be born
So you can talk in baby talk like you used to
I miss you but I know that you are no longer suffering
physically and emotionally
I miss you yelling at us and hearing
your voice from outside of the front door
Smelling the food you would cook and making decisions based on the advice you would give us
You always made a difference in the lives of everyone...
October 21st, the day you were born,
We celebrated so many birthdays
but since 2020 they are not the same
I wish you were here to see your grandson be born
So you can talk in baby talk like you used to
I miss you but I know that you are no longer suffering
physically and emotionally
I miss you yelling at us and hearing
your voice from outside of the front door
Smelling the food you would cook and making decisions based on the advice you would give us
You always made a difference in the lives of everyone...
#death
#birthday
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
9th Sep 2022 8:08pm
9th Sep 2022 8:08pm
John Brown's 52nd Birthday
John Brown died in 2019, it's sad and it's true.
If he hadn't died, today he would've turned 52.
We met at Bean Station Elementary School in 1979.
We quickly became friends, he was a buddy of mine.
But during the last few years of his life, he caused a lot of grief.
He didn't want to pay back what he owed and he became a thief.
When my back was turned, he swiped twenty of my pills.
I wish that it was just a bad dream but sadly, it was real.
I didn't know that John would turn to drugs when I was a kid.
Mark my words, if you do drugs, you will die...
If he hadn't died, today he would've turned 52.
We met at Bean Station Elementary School in 1979.
We quickly became friends, he was a buddy of mine.
But during the last few years of his life, he caused a lot of grief.
He didn't want to pay back what he owed and he became a thief.
When my back was turned, he swiped twenty of my pills.
I wish that it was just a bad dream but sadly, it was real.
I didn't know that John would turn to drugs when I was a kid.
Mark my words, if you do drugs, you will die...
#friendship
#death
#birthday
#drugs
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 4:21pm
2nd Aug 2022 4:21pm
Happy Birthday, Mom - Part X
You were a very special and unique person until you passed away.
If you hadn't died, you would be celebrating your 74th birthday.
You were honest, unselfish and sincere.
You should've won Mother Of The Year.
I would've bought you a cake if you were still alive.
Today is special because your birthday has arrived.
I can't celebrate your birthday with you because you died in 2013.
Your death was very painful, it was the worst thing I've ever seen.
You were always a caring and generous person, that's something that I proclaim.
It saddened...
If you hadn't died, you would be celebrating your 74th birthday.
You were honest, unselfish and sincere.
You should've won Mother Of The Year.
I would've bought you a cake if you were still alive.
Today is special because your birthday has arrived.
I can't celebrate your birthday with you because you died in 2013.
Your death was very painful, it was the worst thing I've ever seen.
You were always a caring and generous person, that's something that I proclaim.
It saddened...
#mother
#death
#birthday
#son
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 10:58pm
25th Apr 2022 10:58pm
Talia Shire's 76th Birthday
Today is Talia Shire's birthday. She turned seventy-six today. She was born on April 25, 1946. She is a very talented actress who starred in the Godfather movies, five of the Rocky movies, Windows, etc. She even starred in an "It's So Easy A Caveman Can Do It" commercial.
Her first husband was David Shire. They married in 1970 and divorced in 1980. Her second husband was Jack Schwartzman. They married in 1980 and he died in 1994 at the age of sixty-one.
Even though many people disliked it, "The Landlady" is my favorite Talia Shire movie. If Talia lives for another four...
Her first husband was David Shire. They married in 1970 and divorced in 1980. Her second husband was Jack Schwartzman. They married in 1980 and he died in 1994 at the age of sixty-one.
Even though many people disliked it, "The Landlady" is my favorite Talia Shire movie. If Talia lives for another four...
#birthday
#nonfiction
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Mar 2022 10:26am
9th Mar 2022 10:26am
a song for October
A song for October
On the highest crest
Beautiful October
God has gone main-stream
Wants to be loved by us all
Before the big deluge.
Lovely October
God disregard the cycles
My river is dry
While sunbathe in shorts
And think of buying camels.
Godly October
Vacation is our new deity
Tomorrow is today
Frost and snow are banished
But Himalaya is an island
Pretty October
We fight for a place to sit
The strongest win
Design, a new national flag
And we build a golden temple. ...
On the highest crest
Beautiful October
God has gone main-stream
Wants to be loved by us all
Before the big deluge.
Lovely October
God disregard the cycles
My river is dry
While sunbathe in shorts
And think of buying camels.
Godly October
Vacation is our new deity
Tomorrow is today
Frost and snow are banished
But Himalaya is an island
Pretty October
We fight for a place to sit
The strongest win
Design, a new national flag
And we build a golden temple. ...
#birth
#marriage
#birthday #anniversary
#birthday #anniversary
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Mar 2022 11:43am
7th Mar 2022 11:43am
from a balcony in Paris
From a Balcony in Paris
Fine rain
open umbrella
Sitting on the balcony
Of a hotel
Overlooking
Haussmann-Saint Lazare.
Throngs of people
Something has changed
People drink
Starbuck
Eat hamburgers
On the hoof.
Old restaurant closed
Converted
To fast-food joints.
I sigh
Drink from the bottle
Of Bordeaux
To avoid
Getting rainwater
In my wine.
Fine rain
open umbrella
Sitting on the balcony
Of a hotel
Overlooking
Haussmann-Saint Lazare.
Throngs of people
Something has changed
People drink
Starbuck
Eat hamburgers
On the hoof.
Old restaurant closed
Converted
To fast-food joints.
I sigh
Drink from the bottle
Of Bordeaux
To avoid
Getting rainwater
In my wine.
#marriage
#birthday
#anniversary
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
22nd Jan 2022 4:24pm
the mystery of man
The mystery of man
This is the third day after new year and the day
equally dark and miserable as they were before
the new has number changed.
On the Eve of festivity, drunk people thronged
narrow streets hoarse voices and screams
upsetting dogs and cats.
oddly, we celebrate the new year with
warlike gestures like fireworks.
Most of my friends are dead, yes, we too danced
the golden calf, not knowing what life was about
I still don’t know.
On the third sober day, the same old shit bombs
killing people, as arms dealers drink...
This is the third day after new year and the day
equally dark and miserable as they were before
the new has number changed.
On the Eve of festivity, drunk people thronged
narrow streets hoarse voices and screams
upsetting dogs and cats.
oddly, we celebrate the new year with
warlike gestures like fireworks.
Most of my friends are dead, yes, we too danced
the golden calf, not knowing what life was about
I still don’t know.
On the third sober day, the same old shit bombs
killing people, as arms dealers drink...
#marriage
#death
#birthday
#anniversary
#pregnancy
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missjem56
Poem Published
19th Dec 2021 3:47pm
19th Dec 2021 3:47pm
Well, Owl Be!
The owl, that came in from the cold
A tapestry of colours, from a papier mache mould
A beautiful birthday gift to behold
For when i'm sixty four, plus one years old!
With my name on it's derriere, so neatly scrolled
It's inspired this poem, as it unfolds
(Anything ending in 'old', is easy to rhyme, or so ive been told!)
A thanks to a Rose, for a gift, that is gold
by Jemia
A tapestry of colours, from a papier mache mould
A beautiful birthday gift to behold
For when i'm sixty four, plus one years old!
With my name on it's derriere, so neatly scrolled
It's inspired this poem, as it unfolds
(Anything ending in 'old', is easy to rhyme, or so ive been told!)
A thanks to a Rose, for a gift, that is gold
by Jemia
#birthday
#gratitude
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Dec 2021 9:58am
14th Dec 2021 9:58am
the race for life
The race for life
Once I was a spore trying to reach the ovaries
I ran fast (must have been athletic) and won the race
to be a living breathing human.
Had the spore lost it would not make, any difference
for a spore.
As it is, I have seen the sunrise over the Pacific Ocean
mountains high and rabbits in the woods never loved
by a woman, nor the glorious hurt of rejection
The softness of her skin, the colour of her eyes
When I swam in the lake of enchantment and walked
near the waterfall where lovers cry.
All this because I was...
Once I was a spore trying to reach the ovaries
I ran fast (must have been athletic) and won the race
to be a living breathing human.
Had the spore lost it would not make, any difference
for a spore.
As it is, I have seen the sunrise over the Pacific Ocean
mountains high and rabbits in the woods never loved
by a woman, nor the glorious hurt of rejection
The softness of her skin, the colour of her eyes
When I swam in the lake of enchantment and walked
near the waterfall where lovers cry.
All this because I was...
#childhood
#death
#birthday
#holiday
#fate
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