Least Read Birthday Poems

October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born

DAY 28
and dream this is a dream

i cannot seem to go another mile,
but i will struggle on, till fully spent
of all my sweat and tears and mercantile.
the arrows that i daily circumvent

are undeterred by stealth or camouflage;
yet, if i could just make it to the bend,
i’d get beyond the infernal sabotage
with which by night and day i must contend.

but what if i could reach the river pass,
and drag myself across the bamboo bridge: ...

October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born

DAY 19
though here i die

i am an iamb
deep down in my heart,
yet you ask why am
i falling apart!

i’ve been the storm man
on rocky paths thrown,
yet i know i can,
where eagles have flown.

bitter the dewdrops
i milk from harsh soil,
yet there are few drops
from which i would coil.

sweeter the moments
hope promises me,
yet all life’s torments
must first bruise the knee.
...

A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
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DAY 30
give me to drink

give me to drink
of mornings of bright sunshine
spilling over hills and plains.
stand on the brink
of pleasance gushing forth, wine-
coloured, full of sweet refrains.

give me to drink
of bird songs full of whistle,
pipe, and tube and reed and horn
in perfect sync
to celebrate earth’s istle
with the anthems of the morn.

give me to drink
of laughter of riant children
of a summer afternoon,
regaled by pink ...

A poem for each day of the month in which I was born

DAY 17
frag M ents

the fragments of a broken love
cut sharper than a polished silver sword;
in futile efforts to reprove
its wrong, such love has never faith restored.

the fragments of a broken heart
must bleed their splattered raindrops, till the pool,
vext with the surge of plasmic quartz,
explodes upon the night sky, swift and cruel.

the fragments of a broken life
find ether in the painlessness of death,
whose crypt knows naught of human strife, ...

My last breakdown....
...was my birthday 2023.
My father would have been 86.
I turned 49.  I knew him less
than 6 months of my adult life.

My mother had kept us apart...
told each of us the other was dead...
this was before the Internet boomed.
Before we all had cell phones. All those lost years. Then he died. We shared a birthday.

We never got to share that birthday together. So, every year since '97 that day has haunted me. It was nothing special as a child...no presents...no cake!   It COULD HAVE BEEN so special if Dad had...