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PILLAR OF A MAN | | ........ in life can not be taught,they must be observed. happy birthday dad you have taught me alot,and i love you for what i have learned. |
Senior Birthday | | ....... try and make the best of it you've got a few more years. your birthday's here to celebrate bring on the fun and cheer, forget .......... | | 1| 2| | | Birthday Poems: 11-12 of 12 |
Birthdays have been celebrated for centuries. One can see from Roman times where there were many holidays celebrating the emperor’s birthdays and the birthdays of the gods and goddesses to present day Christmas where Christians across the world celebrate the birth of the Christ. Birthdays give someone that special moment in the year that is totally dedicated to them. The “Happy Birthday to You.” song, typically sung on people’s birthday in most English speaking countries, was a ballad poem composed by two sisters, Mildred and Patty Hill, in 1893. Birthday cards many times will have various forms of greetings from funny poetry to romantic poetry, all sharing the commonality of happy birthday poetry to honor one’s special day of the year. Many happy birthday poems share stories and memories of people special to the composer and many other happy birthday poems underlining keep the memory of a person alive to someone who has passed on.
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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