*Magnify*
    May     ►
SMTWTFS
   
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
Archive RSS
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/books/item_id/1806446-Itchys-B-Day-Bash-Blog
Rated: E · Book · Other · #1806446
A special blog for the WDC B-Day Bash Blog Relay.
** Image ID #1806785 Unavailable **





** Image ID #1805238 Unavailable **
September 10, 2011 at 10:10pm
September 10, 2011 at 10:10pm
#733797
Ribbons, balloons, and candles
The atmosphere glows and sparkles
Laughter rings, and people chatter
As new and old friends come together

My birthday is filled with wonderful surprises
Lots of gifts and games with neat prizes
Cards filled with lovely expressions
Words of care and even silly puns

I can’t help but feel special today
And feel loved, like I am on display

All my indulgences are excused
Today, my diet will be abused
All my favorite foods to delight
I savor each and every single bite

The best part of my birthday
is not the delicious never ending buffet
nor is it the luscious cake and cookies
but the best parts are the lasting memories

14 Lines








September 7, 2011 at 11:50pm
September 7, 2011 at 11:50pm
#733550
Expectations have never been higher
Excitement grows day by day
They both know what is to occur
For the angels did say

She will bring forth a son
And they will call his name Jesus
No longer is the virgin barren
But given a child, still blameless

Back to his homeland,
They travel for the censor
Finding comfort upon farmland
Within a stable, they anchor

Up above the sky so high
From the east, a shining star so bright
Calling three wise men, unable to defy
The prophecy of this guiding light

The virgin begins to feel the pains
He prepares the manger and makes a garment
The world has no idea what it’s about to gain
The time has come; she delivers God’s infant

They look at each other in awe, holding the Son of God
They were chosen to be here at this special moment
With baby swaddled in the manger, to God they laud
Thanking Him for giving mankind this heavenly infant

Three men soon appear with great fervor
They bowed and worshiped him giving over
gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh
“Blessed be the King of the Jews” they clamor

A birthday that changed eternity
Could never have been done differently
For this day has been planned from day one
To give mankind a way into the gates of Zion


28 lines





September 4, 2011 at 8:20pm
September 4, 2011 at 8:20pm
#733265

My friends want to celebrate my birthday;
they’re always up for some type of horseplay.
Despite their persuasions I choose to decline;
I'd rather relax and enjoy my “me” time.

Spending the night alone in my apartment,
despite my friends plea for excitement;
I find a forgotten gift from a distant cousin,
wipe the dust off the box, overlooking the faded caution.

I lay the cracked, rotting board next to my liquor,
then the marred mouse on top. Did I just see it slither?
No, I couldn’t have. Why do I sense something is here?
I feel a chill in my bones, the air fills with fear.

I lay my fingers lightly on the mouse,
close my eyes and suddenly, I shout.
It moved! I don’t know how this happened!
I am filled with curiosity, yet so frightened.

I look down; the cursor points to the letter “Y”.
I feel I must continue, a need to comply.

My hands attached, my eyes closed,
mysteriously, it moves to the letter “o”.
I’m scared to quit and, yet, scared to continue,
but something within me continues to pursue.

Letters creep to life in front of my eyes,
with the last, the mouse halts with a rustling sigh.
I read the words, something snaps within me and ignites;
a sense of horror; “You will have visitors tonight”

Immediately, I put the game back in its box.
And suddenly, I hear three knocks.
I run to my door, shaking with fear.
No one is there. Could this game be that severe?

I grab the game to throw away;
but as I turn around, from the hallway,
I see all my kitchen cabinets violently swing open
and the cross on my wall, now broken.

Another knock, three bangs at my door,
I drop the box, shaken to my very core.

I turn around and on my table
lays a polished antique pistol.
Frightened to tears, I get my friend on the line,
“Let me come to the party, I think I have the time.”


40 Lines
346 Words

** Image ID #1806785 Unavailable **












© Copyright 2011 Itchy Water~fictionandverse (UN: deannarich at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Itchy Water~fictionandverse has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/books/item_id/1806446-Itchys-B-Day-Bash-Blog