Say 'Happy Birthday' with a Customized Poem!

Is your Mom about to celebrate an important birthday? Don't let the day go by with just an ordinary card, rather, do it in style, with a customized verse!

She'll think you're so clever and your poem will be remembered with love for years.

Here's Pam's story. Her Mom was turning 80 years old and she wanted to celebrate the special day with something unique. I suggested a customized poem!

She said, Hi Amy, Thank you so much !! The poem is perfect! I am sure there won't be a dry eye at the surprise party when I read it!!

This poem worked so well because of the wonderful details she included such as fun times shared with her Mom. From these details, I created the poem.

Here it is:

Dear Mom,

In a world so fraught with drear,
And issues often weighty,
I'm thrilled to celebrate
Mom's big birthday - the big eighty!

My mom, Fran, is special,
Raised two kids on her own.
I think of all the love and joy,
This wondrous gal has sown.

A real estate success tale,
Her career put her in lights.
Mom's done so well in all respects,
A winner by all rights.

Still working for the Patt-White Company,
Her energy is always high.
Bringing sellers close together
With those who want to buy.

She loves to party, has great fun,
It's always half full, her glass.
Still beautiful and charming,
My mom has so much class.

She's positive and caring,
Bright as each day's sun.
Mom works hard and plays hard, too,
She always has her fun.

She lunches every day,
The Village Inn is great.
And Wentz's is her favorite place,
She seldom arrives there late.

Loves her frequent trips,
Down to Atlantic City.
The gambling scene's electric,
It's her nitty gritty.

I love her trips to Florida, We take our frequent tours.
Love to shop together,
For clothes and pedicures.

Dining on Las Olas,
Timpano's is her place.
Great mussels and great Blue Eyes,
Stone crabs if that's the case.

Plays cards with her friends often,
Pinochle, yes, and bridge.
Has a nice drink now and then,
A tasty little smidge.

Loves her young granddaughter,
Lauren is the one.
They're just so great together,
Always have such fun!

Mom, you're just so special,
Deserve the best in life.
Good times, peace and love,
And minus any strife.

You've always been the greatest mom,
Always there for us.
Giving all your love,
Never with a fuss.

That love is returned in spades,
With gratitude that goes for miles,
We wish you only health and joy
And many more years of smiles.

Love,

Pam

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Author:: Amy Gumley
Keywords:: happy birthday poems, birthday greetings, birthday wishes, Birthdays
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Learn About Love From Poet Rumi

In this modern age of technology, busy lifestyles, and obsession with consumerism have taken a lot of the Romance and Love out of our lives. The Internet has become a medium to connect with people as everyone is finding it a lot harder to meet one another in the 'real' world. It has undeniably also become a place of voyeuristic fantasy in the realms of sexuality on pornographic sites. What ever happened to true Love? Are our priorities so messed up that Romance has been forgotten, only to be experienced vicariously through television and movies? The answer is no. Romance will never die; we just have to feed it with our energy.

Around 800 years ago a famous Arabic poet, philosopher and sage named Rumi wrote beautiful Love Poetry beyond all comparison. I don't know if there have been many other people in Earth's history that have thought about Love as much as this master. His poems have not been forgotten, and one place you can simply find and read them is on the Inter net. E.g. www.khamush.com/Lovepoems.html

The Beauty of the Heart
The Beauty of the Heart
is the lasting Beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning. (Rumi)

Of course you can also buy books by Rumi on the Net as well, but the mai n point here is that the Internet doesn't just give us access to our present time and place; it gives us a means to connect with past realities often assumed to be lost in time. It is quite ironic and paradoxical that we can use this modern space age tool to connect with our cultural, spiritual and social heritages. We as a society have come a long way in terms of our technological development, but it is well known throughout the world that our ancestors were much more evolved in these important areas where our growth has become stunted due to a lack of awareness and narrow perspectives on life.

Love, Romance, spirituality, none of these things need be forgotten. The answers aren't locked away in tombs and pyramids; they are still here lingering in the back of our consciousness. All we need to do is to get the desire to fulfil our lives by these means and we will search and find the ways. Human beings are incredibly resourceful creatures. When we put our minds to somet hing we can make just about anything happen. I don't want to imply that the answers to our problems are easy, or that the Internet is our sole saviour. I am just amazed at how all things in life are connected, and that we just have to open our eyes to see the all too obvious!

Jesse S. Somer
http://www.m6.net
Jesse S. Somer is a writer searching for Cupid's arrows anywhere possible. He has found that the modern Internet to be a possible source of Ancient knowledge and wisdom.

Author:: Jesse Somer
Keywords:: Internet,Web,Online,Poetry,Love,Writing,Rumi,Arabic,Ancient,Romance,Heart,Beauty
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"Who Are You?" (A Poem About Birth)

Who are you? (A Birth)

Part One Giving Birth

Hello, I said as the birth came out of the womb

Like a ghost, he seemed to appear, Out of nowhere, dropped out of his mother.

Who are you? I suppose the birth cried, Eyes now opening; a bloody birth it was; the

Birth-room unknown to him: everything strange.

With the heart beating, no longer in the darkroom,

(the womb) the birth cried again, Who are you? I suppose: in its own language

(now flesh and bone, on the clock of time)!

Part Two Shore Bore them

She bore him and his twin, like a bonfire, raging

In the wind; raging with pain from limb to limb Crying in vainshe bore them both with love and

And a kiss, with pain!

Part Three Back to Back

She was spinning like the moon, around the earth,

Trying to give birth, in the hospital! Drenched in blood and sweat back to back laid

The twins, finding one another, ready to Come out, join the wor ld; they both discovered

Being born was workleaving the warm sea From within the floating fleshly womb was not

Easythey had sensed each other inside, now They were among the living, they too were alive.

#1285 3/23/2006; written at El Parquetito, in Miraflores, Lima, Peru (dedicated to Cody S.), I guess I feel at times our children do not know, realize or take the time to think about the burden, the pain, the time a mother must spend, consume, to give a child its birth here on earth. I am not trying to win any women support on this issue, I am just grateful to my mother for giving me my life, and likewise, feel every person who is breathing, should never forget the great gift their mother has given them: life. Dennis

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Poeta Laureado de San Jeronimo-Huancayo, Peru

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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The Power of Eating Disorders

I want to get close

I am afraid.

Afraid of what you might see.

My eyes.

My thoughts.

My dreams.

My heart.

My soul.

Everything that makes me who I am.

My feelings.

My emotions.

The truth of my own reality.

The reality that I am scared.

Every second.

Every minute.

Every hour.

Every day.

Scared of not being perfect.

Scared of looking stupid.

Scared of being in the way.

Scared of getting comfortable.

Getting comfortable means stability,

Stability means forever.

I dread forever.

So, I am ready,

to move on,

to continue my journey,

To continue my life....

I AM READY!

Mary Pat uses her gift of poetry in hopes to help others find their own special gifts. http://www.reflectingrace.com

Author:: Mary Pat Nally
Keywords:: The Power of Eating Disorders, Anorexia Nervosa, Bulimia, Compulsive Overeating
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"No Invasion Into My Head"

4/1/2004
Wake up and crawl out of my warm Bed.
Eyes dont want to open,
Brain dont want no Invasion into my Head.
You used to Laugh at me, you found it so Funny,
When I just felt my way around my House -
And you would say, Come on, just open your Eyes Honey!
The smell of Coffee necessary to start my day,
Turn on the TV, sip my Brew,
And try to get Connected in my own way.
Being close to you was almost as warm and good,
As staying in my cozy Bed,
And being next to you felt good, just the way it should.
But that was long ago and those days are long gone.
You know that now I wake up all alone.
Its not the same. Sometimes I wonder how I hang on.
But I make it just fine, through every single day,
I get past the aches I know so well -
And think about how you never meant to stay.
Its okay, and like I said, Ill always love you.
I have the memories to hold onto -
And I learned a lot about survival because of you.
So, I wake up every day, and crawl out of my warm Bed.
My Eyes still dont want to open,
Cuz my Brain dont want no Invasion into my Head

Deborah Coss, has been writting since 8 years old, getting published off and on since 15, and finally realized her child hood dream, of carrying press credentials, working for womanmotorist.com. A diverse writer, publishing several business type sites, she now publishes her own site, 1kindthing.com, creates some fine arts, and loves photography, commenting she is a social portraiture photographer and prefers the medium of black and white. In art, she has a very constructionist attitude, and enjoys making masks, and other 3 dimensional objects. On a personal side, she survived an extremly violent childhood, some serious trauma , including being crushed by a car at age 3 and half. Thus, her site 1kindthing.com, tells of overcoming hardships, in her many styles of writing. She is a baby boomer, raised in Southern California, bi-lingual in Spanish, descened from French, German, English and American Indian bloodlines. Coss finds words fun, and communication an art.

Author:: Deborah Coss
Keywords:: Deborah Coss, Invasion, Head, Bed, Eyes, Brain, Laugh, Funny, House, Honey, Coffee, Brew, Connected,
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As the River Flows and The Goats of War (Poetry and Notes on War)

1) The Goats of War

We are all of us, dirty
None innocent
All alikewar has
Rolled over us like a train
In High gear:
Blood, boots, bombs
And sharp metal:
A crude lifestyle
We never seem to get
Tired of
The emphatically brave
Come home to the
Bitterly saved
Trying to figure out
What the purpose was
With pitiful eyes;
And then they bite
Their lips, ready
To fight again
Who can ever understand?
The gut of a man!

#861 9/20/05

Note by the Author: I fought in Vietnam, and like many soldiers believed in what I was fighting for, or was supposed to be fighting for. I went because of the adventure also. There are options besides going to war, for the soldier for the one sending them. It was sad in the sense, us young boy back then believed more in what we were doing than the ones that sent us there. I do hope we send our boys back home from Iraq. I don't know if it is all worth it or not, I'm just an old worn out sergeant now. But it seems to me, the guts are still in our men, like they were in me (we have the bravest of all the soldiers in the world); but the folks doing the sending have lost insight for hindsight (perception after the fact), and that is a damn shame.

2) As the River Flows

Life is like a river
It flows and it flows,
Never to return
The same drop of water T
o the same spot;

And so

like the drop of water
I must move onand
off! Off this platform;
Let life flow, flowoo
Like the river

to
Whoever knows where.
According to the plan!
For we are simply
Part of the flow
And that will have to do!

#456 [1/19/05/reviesed 11/2005

Inspired after meeting the poet, Donald Hall for his wife had died, and he grieved dearly; and in memory of the author's mother, Elsie T. Siluk, for he had grieved dearly at the time also, and so there seemed to b e a connection when he wrote this poem; for Dennis' mothers way of thinking was as the poem reads: let life flow. Rosa

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com. You can also order the books directly by/on: http://www.amazon.com or http://www.bn.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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Publishing Poetry in Newspapers: Where to Submit

According to Dana Gioia, Chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, Daily Newspapers no longer review Poetry. There is, in fact, little coverage of Poetry or poets in the general press. (Can Poetry Matter, Dana Gioia, 1991).

John Timpane, Philadelphia Inquirer Commentary page editor, adds: Today, in my opinion, most newspaper people are afraid of Poetry. They're afraid readers won't understand it, especially Poetry they (these newspaper people) find hard or experimental. It amounts to a fear of the verbal. (Kelly Writers House, 1999).

One could argue Gioia and Timpane's claims today, as print media seemingly loses ground, with technological advancements in communications, and as the art of Poetry and its society becomes increasingly associated with academia, thereby making it less user-friendly to the general public.

However, there is, even today, life in the press. This article addresses the Newspapers that currently accept Poetry from the people; listed below are the following Newspapers in the United States, (compiled by Melanie Simms) that presently accept Poetry Submissions.

(If anyone has information on additional listings, please e-mail them to Melanie Simms at moonspinner@pa.net or contact her at her website at www.poetmelaniesimms.net).

Current List of Newspapers that Publish Poetry:

Philadelphia Inquirer: Contact: John Timpane at jt@phillynews.com

The York Daily Record: Contact: Bill Diskin: bill@billdiskin.com

The Oregonian: Ask for the Poetry Editor or call: 503-221-8100

The Santa Cruz Sentinel: Contact: 831-423-4242 and ask for the Poetry Editor

The Pittsburgh Post Gazette: Contact: 412-263-1100 and ask for the Poetry Editor

The Christian Science Monitor: Contact: 617-450-2000 and ask for the Poetry Editor

Clearly this current list is small (albeit still in development) which only forwards the concerns of the American public that Poetry in the Newspaper s is a dying breed, but thanks to the die-hard efforts of these remaining voices in today's Newspapers, America still has hope to see the art rekindled.

Every poet and citizen who appreciates the art has an opportunity and obligation as well to assist. The Newspapers depend upon its readers. Share your voices of concern so that the press realizes that Dana Gioia, John Timpane and your humble author are not alone in their desire to see Poetry in the news again. You can do so by contacting your local Poetry editor and requesting a Poetry article be developed, or, if you're creatively (and financially inclined) start a Poetry column of your own from your own small newspaper press.

Let the voice of the people be heard in the art of Poetry and thrive once again in the Newspapers!

Poet Melanie Simms has been published in over 100 Newspapers, ezines and literary journals including The Pittsburgh Post Gazette, The Santa Cruz Sentinel and The York Times. Learn more about Melanie Simms or contact her for information on Newspapers that publish Poetry at http://www.poetmelaniesimms.net or moonspinner@pa.net

Author:: Melanie Simms
Keywords:: Poetry, Newspapers, Submission, Publication, poet laureate, melanie simms, perry county
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