Robert Burns birthday. January 25, 1759.

The Banks of Doon

Robert Frost

Ye banks and braes o’ bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care!
Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed never to return …

 

Read here for the full poem and the versions.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Banks_O%27_Doon

It’s the Great Scot’s birthday. Robert Burns born January 25, 1759. A poor farmer’s son with little formal education, fell in love, was an idiot when his girlfriend got pregnant but married her later on his own accord. He published his first collection of poems in 1783. Some of you know his work but don’t realize it. At the strike of midnight on the last night of the year you sing or at may hear “For Auld Lang Syne”.

Robert Burns

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Party Days.

Party Days

Eighteen years ago one month from today, the party started.

Cheeseburgers in Paradise and blew out a flip flop in the air.

Now at work, almost grown up, on the way to independence day.

This is my entry for this weeks Sijo Poetry Challenge with theme/inspiration of PARTY.

There are details in the prompt on how to write a Sijo, a syllable based poetry form similar to a haiku but originating in Korea.

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life’s cycle – a haiku poem

samhradh’s sweet first day,

is time of birth and searching,

yields to cloak and death

 

 


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3/4 of a Century

Everyone please visit Meredith’s post today and wish her a Happy Birthday! Yes, one of our Poetic Angels was born on this day. Show her love and appreciation.
Much Respect and Even GREATER Love to you, Meredith.
Ronovan

Meredith's Reveries

cakeLast night Mark, my son, asked me if I didn’t think I’d like to be 100, if only to say that I look old. Truthfully I have no expectations or goals; neither do I have any fears.

 “Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” Matthew 6:34 MSG

The day began like any other day until I pressed the switch on the computer. Then the shower began. First Gogglebirthday12-thp opened up with an array of cakes to spell their appellation, and as I passed the mouse over it, a personal greeting. I felt so special. Then my phone began chirping it’s signal for texts and posts. I’m blessed by family and friends who remember and celebrate with me.

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One More Year Old Feels Like Ten

One More Year Old Feels Like Ten

by: Ronovan

 One Candle

One more year older

This last one felt like ten

I wonder why I go through it

Was it punishment for a sin

 

Yeah, I know, don’t worry

I’m just talking out loud

I know the good Lord don’t do that

He done took him up in a cloud

 

But still I don’t mind asking

Why, why did all of this happen

A year of my life has done gone

And a steady tap on the brain keeps tappin’

 

You would think I would get used to it

Waking without a solitary clue

But how do you grow accustom

To something that every day is new to you

 

Hmm . . . Yeah, I know it’s all good

I got my health and home and something

Haha, the health is the something

That I’m certain must be the crunching

 

One more year older

The next will feel like ten

I know it was the Enemy

That tries to drag me into the den

 

I must have been on the right track

Cause the Enemy don’t worry with those

That are already with him

He worries about those who are his foes

 

And to that I say Amen

 

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