♫ Happy Birthday Angeline ♫

Yom Huledet Sameach!

(Happy B.D in Hebrew)

"KEN TIZKI LASHANA HABAAH!" - So you shall have the same next year! (Hebrew)

"Ad Meah Ve-Esrim Shana!" - "till 120 years!* -(also in Hebrew)

"La La La - lalalalala" - "La La La - lalalalala" (still in Hebrew)

Make good use of it: write a poem, drink coffee for an hour and a half, take a bath for two, give some money to a homeless, loose yourself in a bookstore, shamelessly watch a junk soap opera, smile to the above and do what you wish...enjoy the day [repeat tomorrow as needed]

kolkore






(*wish I knew how to do the fancy colour and fonts work that the site's elders do... )
 
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Happy Birthday!!

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Happy Birthday Angeline. Just for you a limerick.

New England's most beautiful poet
could make bagles and, wouldn't you know it,
jazz poems to boot.
So deep she has roots.
Draw a birthday bath: roses and Moet!*

(can't figure out how to make an umlaut in here. :confused:)

:rose::rose::rose:

*toasts with Champagne*
 
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You're all so sweet! Thank you!

It is absolutely dismal up here today, just bleak and pouring. E-dub and I were going to drive to the Maine coast today and have lobstah, but we'll wait for a sunny day. In the meantime, I got to sleep in, hang around the house while my sweety braves the squalls on "errands." I'm gonna make bagels and blast some jazz.

Leon, I don't know whether these threads are tribute or torture but you are a darling and I'm glad you're here. And note that, by kolkore's definition, you're also an elder. Heehee (me too).

Bluey, thank you. Thass ma song!

Evie, I'm pretty sure I've been to that amusement pier. I famously puked from being on that ferris wheel when I was a youngin. Yes, my birthday thread has puke in it.

kolkore, a gezunt af dein kop! A shaynem dank. :)

'diva, i love you too. Merci.

Anschul my bro thank you for the music and the friendship. Du zol nicht vissen frum tsores! (Oy, all the Yiddish!)

NJ, merci and kisses to you.

Dore, thank you for the limerick. I will luxuriate as I can today. I'm very impressed that you can lift Champie in a toast. :D

:kiss:'s to you, my poet friends.
 
Happy Birthday Sugah !
I swear, those legs get better with every year....
Next year, the party's at my place, understand ? and don't make me come and get you....:rose::kiss::heart:
 
Kisses to my near twin sister. So how does that work, with us both being Gemini? The twins that are almost twins? Does that make four of us?

Make this birthday the a birth day. Make it special for your new life....


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I thought I'd ressurect this poem for this thread. Ange, who'd have thought you'd find your twin soul in a bull? I suppose that means you're both just stubborn. Happy Birthday lady poet.

Gemini Lost

If I tell you that in our May
we've found our twin,
will hunger cease its gnawing?

My soul,
fill in the hollows,
brighten up my day;
I have been starving.

Out in the stars
They walk hand in hand,
Two so close that life
Is eternal play.

One born alone is asked,
to walk forever
searching for the one
lost out there.

Blessed be!
Hearts' joy will
soar us to the heavens
where a twinning waits.
 
Thank you Chris. :kiss:

Fooly, merci and yes we are multitudes. Acutally there's at least six of us. Manny Ramirez's birthday was yesterday. He's my secret crush. Ok, not so secret. Ok, he's an odd person for me to crush on but I'm nothing if not eccentric.

Champ, thank you and I love that poem. I think T has alot of Libra in his chart because he's incredibily easygoing and optimistic. He can be extremely stubborn though and he certainy knows how to throw some bull.

:kiss:
 
*
a strange box arrives in the mail today.

There is no address, and oddly, the only thing written on the outside is your name. Yet it has managed to find you.

Inside is a small note, written on parchment in odd, archaic handwriting. It says simply: Blessings for your Earthing Day, from the Witch.

You dig down into the gold and purple raffia, and unearth the following things:

A small jar, sealed with wax, containing a strange liquid. The label says "Charm" and the liquid smells strangely floral and wonderful.

A long white feather, bound to a prism with a silver cord tied in three knots

A small red candle carved with the symbol of Mars

A cat's whisker

The sound of a distant train late at night

A small green stone

A braided cord in shades of brown and green

An empty vial labeled "Tears"

A pair of gold bulletproof bracelets

A live branch of swedish ivy

A small bag filled with dirt

A tall glass of saffron-rose lemonade

A Bic lighter with a picture of a cow

A shooting star

The underwear of the leopard god

The scent of lilacs

And a sand dollar.



Namaste. This year brings great happiness.

bj
 
*
a strange box arrives in the mail today.

There is no address, and oddly, the only thing written on the outside is your name. Yet it has managed to find you.

Inside is a small note, written on parchment in odd, archaic handwriting. It says simply: Blessings for your Earthing Day, from the Witch.

You dig down into the gold and purple raffia, and unearth the following things:

A small jar, sealed with wax, containing a strange liquid. The label says "Charm" and the liquid smells strangely floral and wonderful.

A long white feather, bound to a prism with a silver cord tied in three knots

A small red candle carved with the symbol of Mars

A cat's whisker

The sound of a distant train late at night

A small green stone

A braided cord in shades of brown and green

An empty vial labeled "Tears"

A pair of gold bulletproof bracelets

A live branch of swedish ivy

A small bag filled with dirt

A tall glass of saffron-rose lemonade

A Bic lighter with a picture of a cow

A shooting star

The underwear of the leopard god

The scent of lilacs

And a sand dollar.



Namaste. This year brings great happiness.

bj

Thank you beautiful one. I bow to the God in you, too. :kiss:
 
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