Birthday poetry

M.H.Benders - The Birthday Poetry Collection

On 23-07-2002 M.H.Benders had his birthday. Poets from all over the world celebrated this event by
posting their congratiolations in the form of poetry to the internet! M.H.Benders would like to sincerely
thank all these people for the continuous support they provide him and his work!

They grow pale and bitter,
the endives of Brabant.
Tubed in cardboard,
they suck up the dark
musts of earthen floors.
Light cannot touch them.

Sweeten them
with gouts of cheesesauce.
Smoke them out
with fattened bacon.
Soften them a little
in an oven set to stun.

Then let them grin upwards
from the delftware,
their sharper teeth filed flat
beneath a bubbled wig.

Jim Sheard

Dog Days

The unemployed moon could get
a decent job if she wanted.
Kennel-maid to the stars, perhaps; walking
them across the moleskin waistcoat
of the night to cock their legs at trees
whose roots enamel sideways. She could
deliver letters, unwritten
in bold ink, to half-dismantled villages.
But it would probably rain.
So, instead, she loiters, thinking
her insignificant morning thoughts
and reading poems
from the title upwards.

Gwyneth Box

___________________

I Am A Toy Snowflake
___________________

I am a toy snowflake
(not the most popular)
I do little but fall
Through a toy sky
(not the most popular}
when a key is wound

you can build a toy evening
(not the most popular)
against which I can fall
to melt in the toy sun
(the most popular)

Dale Houstman

Today, Yesterday's Clown celebrates.
3 years since he brushed his hair
and at least 5
since he wrote a decent line.
To the cake leftwards he marches
Praying that from its creamy center
His only fan,
Sophie,
Will emerge.
But
As usual
He has faq'd it up
And he blubbs in
Isolated indignation
At a world
That defiantly refuses
To
Recognize
His genius.
"Damn", he cries
it's no different from
every other day.

Michael Wolkind

Farty Marty had a party,
all the farts were there.
Tutti Frutti laid a beauty
and they all ran out for air.

Rosa Rugosa

A fender bender

Over Hill, over Dale
He has hit a well-worn trail
And the benders goes marching along

Of your rhyme he calls a crime
Then will swear all his are fine
As the benders goes marching along

In his cap a feather sat
For an FAQ dripping gruel
Our benders goes marching along

I'm out of time and crappy rhyme
Happy B-Day an once more I say:
And that benders goes marching along

Michael Cook

Mighty Martijn;
He's tha man,
He needs some lovin;
And YES I can. ;)

Happy Birthday Mr resident;
Newsgroup bitch from hell.
Shove your "little" FAQ
Get per--son--ality, pal....

Happy birthday bitch ;)
Darren

Little People

We creep and skulk about our dirty
holes, but now and then our little heads protrude
to catch a glimpse of our emperor, nude
but clothed in righteousness. Martijn, thirty

years old today, may amaze us with his
poetry amorphicising the stars,
the moon, but not the sun, for ours
is Martijn and this is his birthday wish.

Regards
-Horatio

One day at least, put swords away
and raise a glass,smile and say
We are not friends, but that's O.K.
We aren't at odds, At least today.

Happy Birthday Matijn,

Thomas Dillion

Rhyme and Ressentiment
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The word went out from Mr M H Benders
that all the world should write a birthday verse.

The first discoursed of neon combs and slatbacks,
another praised his skill in making FAQs.

A third wrote screeds about his mighty mousearm,
a dozen eulogised his hirsute charm.

A few broke Godwin's Law and called him "Fascist",
but I brought nothing better than this list.

PJR :-)
Hartelijk gefeliciteerd, Martijn.

Ik heb vandaag zinloos gebeld.
Koste me handenvol geld.
Maar ik heb je niet te pakken kunnen krijgen.
Heb je ook niet terug kunnen hijgen.

Het is ook moeilijk dat nummers gokken.
Afhankelijk van het weer en vuile sokken.
Maar als ik vandaag nog in het casino speel.
Laat ik van de bank niets heel.

Ik weet dat 31 gaat vallen.
Dat is de magie van de getallen.
En van de winst ga ik lekker stappen.
Misschien komen we elkaar nog tegen tijdens het happen.

Grote, Léon

al 31 is de lul
wanneer stopt hij met zijn kul?

Thomas Weijers

Mijn allerbeste jarige,
hoe is het met je man?
Ik doe het met een mailtje,
omdat ik niet komen kan.

Anders was ik zeker
voor je neus gaan staan
En waren wij misschien
aan het knuffelen gegaan.

We waren dan gezamenlijk,
vol vreugde en heel blij.
En na een slok of vijftien,
dan danste wij erbij

Seipie www.seipie.nl slappe rijmen pagina

In een dans in een dans
danst Benders naar de maan
In een trance in een trance
daar laten wij hem gaan

31 jaar
toch een beetje raar
waar zullen wij nou heen gaan
wanneer wij zullen heen gaan

Naar de maan naar de maan
Daar schuiven wij voor aan
In de maan in de maan
Daar staan wij graag voor aan

http://www.hdcutreg.nl/nederlands/deMaan.html

cAp

Hiep hiep hoera,
M. H. Benders is ja.

Samuel Vriezen

een jongen is i - maar een aardige jongen
geen wonder dus dat ik mijn stem verhef
kom, doe als ik, zuig vol die longen
en roep: hiep hiep hoera voor Oraqref!

Peer Mankpoot

De man hat feest om in nei jier
mar libbet tusken waan en wier
faaks kin er noch better wurde
mar hy hat him al aerdich ferhurde
Ik winskje him betterskip
en op 'e tiid in sûne ...

Miranda Mei