Sweet November Eight Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

It comes again sweet November eight!
It is a day a unique soul view the beam of life,
It is a day a new light indeed radiate,
It is a day set aside by every other day.
I am this new day, new ‘Light', and this new soul
That comes on that flawless sweet November eight;
A day that blemishes the union of Venus and Athena.
O thou Phaethon, thou art the son of Helios,
The god of the sun, thou who received permission
To drive the chariot of the sun of the day,
Make thou Eight November my day a bright sunny day
Complimenting the commemoration of my birth.

Come thou O Athena, thou the goddess of wisdom
On this commemoration of my great birth,
With a gift of poetry and adventure;
Then grant unto me my desire of thespian wanderlust.
And upon it kiss me with the kisses of thy lips
For it will usher into me the freshness of life,
And make me immortal in my literary compositions.

Mother Nature feed me with the breast milk of thy breast,
The Great Mother upon me the secrets of life reveal I pray
To live to leave a monolith time cannot destroy;
That these men may bless the day of my birth, sweet November Eight.
And let there be no plebs natus on this day of my birth
But noble men of character; men whose deeds base immortality.