Best 100Th Poems

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Aged eighty Joyce started to write
Her poems my senses ignite
Imagery so divine
I just wish it was mine
Great poetry brings such delight

Making Fudge

Joyce really loves making fresh fudge
I wonder if I give Joyce a nudge
She will send to me
Her fudge recipe
From my kitchen I would not...

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I do not know you well, Joyce
     But I know your poetry
          And your character and kindness
               Are...

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Well, what can I say to help you celebrate such a momentous day!
I would like to speak about the things I know best about you Joyce,
That would be your gracious gift of splendorous poetry you share.
I ordered your poetry book 'Lifetime Memories in Verse' a...

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Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins?  We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source....

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One angel placed upon the Spruce Christmas tree, 
“she is only a heart stop away”… that innocent girl Joycie. 
Dear lady Joyce started writing at the age of eighty, 
and so many wars and the Great Depression she did see.
Growing up on the family farm...

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Happy Birthday Darling !
Cheers to your first one hundred years.
You're loved, honored and respected
by all your poetry peers.

Hope this day is special,
just like you are to us
and if this greeting makes you smile.
for me, that would be a plus.

You are a joy and a wonder,
someone...

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Her older hand devoured the seeds 

They crawled in the folds of her skin waiting to be free

As she sprayed them unto the loose wet soil

Her laughter of insanity filled the airs toil



For she has a plan to run the world

Her seeds of Darkness will...

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A birthday is a special marker 
   inside your volume, "Book of Life." 
      Between the markers lay the pages 
of each year's happiness and strife.

And, like a story, life progresses 
   unfolding gently page by...

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Philosopher Carl Yung
had a theory...

Every hundredth monkey
would come up with a 
new idea which all the
other monkeys adapted
for the development of

the group's collective...
productivity....

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I wake as usual today and had my herbal tea when I remember today is  my birthday.  Oh my goodness, am I really 100?  How did this happen?

I awake
to a dawn 
older than I 

Since turning 90, I pinch myself every morning to be sure I am still here....

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Who is this man who rose to sudden fame?
Captain Tom Moore is his official name.
A Yorkshireman who called a spade a spade,
Young Tom became an engineer by trade.
But turning twenty, life was put on hold
As World War 2 had started to unfold.
He joined the Duke...

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100 days to that day
The stars clapped
When the cap with your lip print
Landed in my hand, so perfectly and clear,
The print of your lips I could almost trace
So I cut to the chase, while my heart race
To the denial that I’ve got feelings for the...

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My 100th Poem on Poetry Soup!
I joined this wonderful community 
with only a handful of poems to offer to this amazing group,
and just look at me now. 100 poems on Poetry Soup.
It most probably wouldn't have never ever happened
without the constant support and inspiration from...

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On my 100th birthday I will glad to see
A blow torch of candles so very hot it will be
And I can tout in such a sincerest way
I have no enemies on this special day

For they have all passed from this mortal coil
As the years go...

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My 100th Poem
by Rick Rucker

This is my 100th poem, 
Enough to fill a (little) tome!

Yes, I know there is no such thing,
But writing these, to my Heart, does bring

A way to tell of all my Dreams,
Filling paper by the reams!

I've enjoyed them, every one,
Simply can't...

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