February 23, 2021
by Jem Croucher

It was murky on the Dyke today
and you could not see far
which really was a pity as
the view’s spectacular
You’ll have to take my word for that
because the picture shows you nowt
of what Sussex has to offer
and what the Weald is all about
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February 17, 2021
by Jem Croucher

On a February day
thirty-four years ago
I remember quite well
the remains of the snow
as on a bright morning
I walked by the sea
so proud of the fact
of no longer ‘to be’
But actually now
a father at last
all those long months of waiting
now finally past
For there on that day
to Sally and me
the gift of a daughter
with our Emily
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November 3, 2020
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out
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June 18, 2020
by Jem Croucher

Past sixty-one summers
I was born to the sun
a new Thursday’s child
to the world then had come
At the end of the fifties
the Rock n Roll years
a little boy blue
as the sixties they neared
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June 22, 2019
by Jem Croucher
The day has arrived
the one after Solstice
so the light will be with us til late
And here in midsummer
down on the beach
the atmosphere will be great
We’ve friends who are coming
from miles away
we have not seen for some time
So you can be sure
that we’ll celebrate
and that everything will be fine
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June 19, 2019
by Jem Croucher
At the beach hut on my birthday
(I was sixty yesterday)
And whilst not exactly sunny
It was perfect anyway
The sea was like a diamond
Flat calm, a lovely sight
Mirror-like, reflecting
the sky above so bright
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June 18, 2019
by Jem Croucher
I’ve seen sixty summers
and have loved every one
For back in the fifties
I was born to the sun
A child of a Thursday
I had far to go
And I’m still on the journey
and still in the flow
I’ve memories a plenty
and a lot more to come
for this child of the summer
who was born to the sun
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May 19, 2019
by Jem Croucher

A day out in Lewes
with the girls in the sun
Browsing antique shops
and all having fun
Here for Sal’s sixtieth
Celebrations start here
Two months for us all
in this special year
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December 1, 2018
by Jem Croucher
No.4 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

December comes and tradition
sees the tree go up tonight
Decorations hanging all around
‘most everywhere in sight
For us it sees a birthday
Holly’s twenty-five this year
and sharing it with Christmas
always brings us all good cheer
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November 21, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out
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October 31, 2018
by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm
My Birthday Wish Is Simple
It’s The Same One Every Year
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October 30, 2018
by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm
A Birthday’s Just A Number
That’s What I Hear Them Say
You’re Only As Old As You Think You Are
So I Think I’ll Be Younger Today
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February 26, 2018
by Jem Croucher
3 of 5 in the Jemverse ’31’ series

It’s becoming a tradition
as this is the second year
February seventeen
and a walk to have a beer
We’re spoilt for choice in Sussex
with the hills to take us there
So here’s to many more years still
this special day to share
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February 24, 2018
by Jem Croucher
1 of 5 in the Jemverse ’31’ series

Heading down Fulking Escarpment
with a piper to herald the way
The entourage headed down to the pub
on this lovely February day
The view of the Weald was breathtaking
as it always is in the sun
The company laughing and happy
and having plenty of fun
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December 8, 2017
by Jem Croucher

Celebrating nature over
seven vibrant days
Her hand of wonder covered
in seven different ways
Day five, eighth of December
and in nineteen ninety-three
Our youngest daughter born to us
and named (of course) Holly
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June 18, 2017
by Jem Croucher

I’ve seen fifty-eight summers
and have loved every one
For back in the fifties
I was born to the sun
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April 13, 2017
by scatterednotebooks

Photo by Linda Rose
It’s been a full year, since you first joined our clan
and hid yourself there inside my bag.
You didn’t quite know what to make of us,
all coo-ey, and huggy, and making a fuss.
Our kitchen floor had you splayed on all fours
’til we brought you upstairs to the carpeted floor.
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April 11, 2017
by Colly

Hello Grandma,
I know it seems hard
when you’re wanting to say
“I love you”
with a visit or stay.
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January 8, 2017
by HemmingPlay

“Pillars of Creation”: Hubble photo of interstellar gas and dust in the Eagle Nebula, some 6,500-7,000 light years from Earth where stars are born
I asked for the superpower of “Folding” for my birthday.
It cuts out the middle man:
Gimme a calendar with tricky bits, I said.
I’d fold weeks, months, years, centuries together,
jump to any time, past or future.
The first would be hanging with
the first human band to walk out of Africa .
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October 16, 2016
by dokurtybitz
Fifty third anniversary
Of my first suicide attempt,
Cord around my neck
Locked in the breech,
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June 18, 2016
by Jem Croucher

One would think that for my birthday
something yellow would appear
Yet though that’s my favourite colour
Something else gives better cheer
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February 17, 2016
by Jem Croucher

We have a birthday in our house today
it makes us feel quite old
For nine and twenty years ago
when it was pretty cold
a daughter was our first born child
in Brighton in the snow
Back in the last century
It seems so long ago
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June 1, 2015
by Jem Croucher

The month of summer solstice
Midsummer’s day and Thursday’s child
Is here at last, I’m pleased to say
So on this day I smiled
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May 10, 2015
by Jem Croucher
For fourteen years in thirty-nine
You gave me life and more
But God had other plans in mind
When you left in seventy-four
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June 4, 2014
by Pamela Beckford
I wrote this a year ago, but today is my grandson’s 5th birthday so it seemed appropriate to post it today.

A Grandma’s First Love
Fat little fingers
Ten perfect toes
Hair like down
And a cute little nose
A tiny blessing in blue
Today a mom was born
Oh, what a special day
It was the birth of Soren
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October 25, 2013
by graypoet

I’ve never met Mary Frances
But picture her as she dances
See her I do as a true Irish lass
Where daughters get their sass.
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July 16, 2013
by Darshan Gajara
Between the tensed, nervous & confused First Year faces,
There stood a Girl one amongst the special cases.
Not worried about the new environment,
Proud & confident of her solid temperament.
Kidding, jerking, fun loving was her nature,
Isolated from the dull alike faces, I found this creature.
People said she’s a Social Guru,
Jaha mauka milta wahi pe ho jati shuru.
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June 25, 2013
by Apurva
There’s nothing like a birthday to remind yourself
how old you really are….
As a ONE year old,
You stare wide-eyed in wonder- slightly bemused, a little irritable,
with a thumb in your mouth, somewhere in a corner,
Wondering what the commotion’s all about…..
as your parents go out of their way
to make your birthday memorable,
One that you can now barely remember!
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