Writes..."Birthday Poems"

for taba...1-27-14

"on today, this special day, the day of your birth;
i've chosen words to convey my thoughts on your worth,
on your value; i'll use a verb or adjective
"loving" is an action, yet it also describes,
you better than any word from the best of scribes,
who penned lines 'cause penned lines were their reason to live
but through "loving" you i have a reason to say,
the word's ne'er meant more to me than it does today"

for michel'ley...12-8-13

"i've known you a short while, not a very long time,
but know when i look at you i see you as mine;
know i couldn't have asked for a better daughter,
in you, i've been given the word truly defined
you're better, the best; god made you a special kind
happy birthday michelley!!! from a proud father"

for e...8-14-13

"every year i think to offer something to say
that i'm thinking about you on your special day
but flowers wither and cards can be thrown away,
and candy rarely lasts for longer than a day
so i need something to give more destined to stay;
more destined to linger when gifted on this day
i require something that'll perfectly say,
"you're loved beyond what any of those things would say"
so every year i offer my words, and then i pray,
they show the sentiment that i want to display
again it's me expressing in a humble way,
i wish you a very joyous happy birthday!!!"

for tia...5-27-13

"roses are red, violets a reddish blue:
two things i'm sure you already knew
so i'll write on things i want you to know
pen just a few words in order to show
on your birthday i was thinking of you,
and thoughts last longer than flowers or dough
happy birthday! may today be full of,
joy; in the company of those you love
in celebration of another year,
may the laughter shared reduce you to tears
most of all, i wish on the stars above:
this day you know you are someone held dear"

for e...8-14-11

"i'll start this with: "roses are red, a deep crimson hue..."
roses are lovely and they smell fragrant too
they inspire jealousy from the unfortunate few
who wish they were you, and getting roses too

my words aren't flowers whose colors are red
or long-stemmed or thorny, so i'll send feelings instead
can't put them in a vase; or spread them out on a bed
penned by my hand; connected to my heart and head

happy birthday e! be blessed just by knowing
that because of you roses are continually growing
that my words are continually glowing; joy's overflowing
thus, a tribute to you through prose must be hallowing"

for jazz...8-1-10

"another year gone by, another candle for the cake, another chance to tell you how much you mean to me. more than using a generic template for a poem..."roses are red; a deep crimson hue...blah blah." more than a comical greeting card..."thirty's over the hill, you're old...blah blah." we're beyond both so i won't do either. all i'll say is i'm truly blessed to be able to call you my friend and i'll always value your being in my life. never forget that. happy birthday jazz and many more to come! and that's from the heart...my own words and my own effort."

Writes..."Wilson: First Love Pt. 2"

"and sometimes the heart does allow a man to rhyme,
even if it's in twelve syllable lines at times...
penning in perfect or near-perfect lines...
the feelings for another in his heart's confines...

i wonder if she remembers "us" from the start...
well, not the eighth grade "us" sharing a class of art...
with the school picture where shots did part;
her "bryant gumbel" parting shot 'cause i was smart,

wore glasses, or maybe 'cause i looked like the man...
but anyways...i'm off-subject; that's not the plan...
i'm referring to "operation: racket man";
elton john just said he's suing; fuck him, he can...

yeah, i had his song playing when i wrote that line,
but my play on his words mean now his words are mine...
besides, if ruled on how "infringement" is defined,
a judge, at most, would issue punishment in a fine...

but i'm off-topic again; back to the story...
my remembrance of our past stored in memory...
our history; not just "honors world history";
"us" in tenth grade; "us" with only tenth grade worries...

i often wonder if she can even recall,
exactly why she gave me a number to call...
yeah, i carried 'round a tennis racket and balls,
but i never figured that would "net" her at all...

she was standing by an exit one warm spring day,
waiting for a ride so she could be on her way...
that encounter between us is when she did say,
"brian, i'm interested in learning how to play;

perhaps you could offer me a lesson or two?"
to which i replied, "i can show you what to do;
i can teach you anytime you have the time to;
what's your number so i can get in touch with you?"

then she placed seven digits on my palm in pen,
marker; can't think of what writing tool was chosen...
i just know that our relationship started when,
i had to be off the phone with her before ten..."