A stork was high in the sky,
’twas years ago.
It circled, then swooped very low.
In a humble home, it dropped by.
“Aha! It’s a boy, however tiny.”
He stared, he smiled,
The couple, overjoyed, almost cried.
“Thank heavens, finally, our baby!”
Now he turns five,
What a boy he has become.
Ever so active, so full of life.
This poem is for him, from dad and mom.
Happy Birthday Marcus!
I think I shall never see
A sad poem about a parking lot made by Mr. Sy.
A parking lot whose chilly basement is pressed
Against Baguio’s once abundant pine tree crest.
A parking lot that looks at the mall all day;
And waits for cars of shoppers who pay.
A parking lot that covers people in Summer wear;
A nest of evicted bird species in its lair.
Upon its concrete levels Baguio’s cold has lain;
Insensitive of the dead forest’s pain.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only greedy men can uproot hundreds of pine tree.
Credit: Poem derived from ‘Trees’ by Joyce Kilmer.
Photo derived from http://www.freephotosbank.com
Mood: 1/10 Honks! (Monday and WE are home.)
Enhances my identity
Makes me appreciate your presence more
Teaches me to be one.
Encourages me to know compassion.
Just tickles my funny bone.
Makes me stay as one.
Makes me love you more.
Being a late greeter…
Gives me the excuse to write this one bad poem. Happy Birthday!
I love you!
This is a poem for wifey’s 2007 birthday which I hurriedly composed since I’ve been busy at work packing precious processors instead of packing a birthday gift.