October 19, 2006
Curious birthday poetry George
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A friend of mine has a birthday near.
I'll gift her a poem for her to hear.
I'm stuck for titles of such rhymes.
I hope the monkeys can save me time.
Looking for a well-written ditty For a platonic friend, hitting forty Can be funny, terse or thoughtful Poems can be great or awful. Shakespeare, Tennyson, Yeats or Joyce Birthday poems are my choice. Post yer titles, o monkeys true I wish bananas to those who do.
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Beautiful poem! I hope you don't mind too much that I've split it and put some inside. Berate me if you will.
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Oh, come on. The greeting card industry has set their very best minds to this product for years and have come up with every possible, conceivable permutation. Except this: You're 40! Great news! And you've got it made! Just don't ever expect to again get laid, 'Cause you're older and you're ugly and your skin's like leather Guy's would rather fuck their brother than your ancient regions nether.
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Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: “What have I done of all the year, To bear this hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night’s horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, But spleeny English hanging, drowning. “Now Jove, for once be mighty civil. To counterbalance all this evil; Give me, and I’ve no more to say, Give me Maria’s natal day! That brilliant gift shall so enrich me, Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me.” “’Tis done!” says Jove; so ends my story, And Winter once rejoiced in glory. Robert Burns
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Mother says I learned to speak when I was one day old. Teacher said, "That can't be true, no matter what you're told." So I showed him in a book with pages quite well-worn, "The Count of Monte Cristo cursed the day that he was born!" --Benny Hill
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Thanks TUM and RTD. No probs Tracicle, that was a good move to put the rest of the pome inside. On the other hand, maybe i should have asked for poems about urinals instead.....
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Go, shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday -50 Cent
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Bees must be on holiday or something.
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I drank too much beer at my party And 'though I'm reluctant to spoil it, My friends are attending, But I will be spending My birthday alone in the toilet.
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A Birthday Poem Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone to come with his bucket for the foamy white light, and then a long day in the pasture. I too spend my days grazing, feasting on every green moment till darkness calls, and with the others I walk away into the night, swinging the little tin bell of my name. --Ted Kooser
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I wrote this for my friend Toby's birthday a couple of years ago... On Youth And Age Why leave so soon, O Youth, and in such haste? Does lying with an aging soul thee so offend? Wilt thou not stay? Had we not fun, my friend, When we were young and innocent and chaste? I thought you might stay yet awhile, 'gainst old age braced; I had some faith that you would still be mine Despite the scars and ravages of time – But faith in friends so faithless is misplaced. So raise a toast! and welcome Age, old friend! A friend indeed, whose friendship grows more strong When burned and beaten in the forge of time. Raise up your glass; and leave to other men The grieving for lost childhood words and song And other worthless trinkets. Cheer the chime That marks the passing of each passing year: For Age brings knowledge, wisdom. Shed no tear For youth's young follies. Youth was ne'er sincere. Be glad, my friend, and hold old Age more dear.
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Brava!!!
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))) to mothninja for an excellent and fresh poem!!!
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Thanks Mickey and bees (steadfast and reliable, ye bee in matters of poetree). Moth, that is a work of art, truly.
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Bravissimoth!