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Hello, January, We Need To Talk

I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
Hello, January,
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
(sigh)
Snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?


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Hello to January

Goodbye cloud that
Once held grip,
Out of your arms
Forever.
I have the plan
You cannot take
Away.
I thought I needed
you.
I don't, so bye.
And Hello!
My new friend
Hope.
Tomorrow. 
My wings are spread.


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January Rain -SF-

~Blooming Tale~ 


In limbo, we crawl on walls
Stare into a world behind curtains
Puzzled by the ends of -October dreams
A fight to scream, no one remembers
Once December is gone

Dark illuminating stars 
Will carve magic notes on trees
January comes to life!
Ones the old resolutions end

Mortal mountains ready To Bloom 
Taking from the clouds of yesterday
Surrender to the ascending view 
Never to gloom again........ 
The winds of a thousand words form a new scent 
A Flower-
-A new year begins 


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Thick And Heavy


                       The fog lies like a thick blanket over my city
                         It is gray, damp and heavy to breathe in
                         Grey and wet ..... gives me a headache
                     Morning turns to night, without any difference
                         I have to get the light and the sun back
                                 Neither cat or dog will go out
                                  I've heard about rain dance
                           Now I would like to take a sun dance
                              Will you join with me in my dance





09.01.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


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A Twelve Months Pregnancy

     Hello January
     A whole year is over 
     A pregnancy of twelve months 
     with all the symptoms 
     Time is running like a marathon 
     The birth is started 
     The new year is here 
     again with new hope 
     expectations- joy and tears 
     Burning colorful stars 
     flashes in our eyes 
     Fireworks in the sky 
     like the sunlight
     gives a warm pleasure 
     Just a few seconds 
     All the church bells ringing 
     Smile ... kisses and hugs 
     We are ready - we are waiting  
     Please welcome the newborn year 




Sponsor:Vicky Tsiluma
Contest Name:Hello January 
Deadline:2/1/2014 12:00:00 AM



18.01.2014
A-L  Andresen :)





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An Ode To A Friend

We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
Years later,

She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.


"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...

She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.

The title was "I Love To Dance!"

How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"


Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..." 

I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"

I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"

Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.

Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".

My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for me. We stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!

Cynthia
My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still


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A poem to Love

A Poem to love 

To day I am placing here a great Hindi poem of a renowned poet
Translated by me as a poem which I hope would touch your mind 
And heart intensely.
From the day I read this poem in between a play its wordings
Have touched me very deeply.

Since the poem is a beautiful piece of poetry by a great Indian
Hindi writer, poet, dramatist and story writer I am trying to
Bring its translation as much I could make from my mind without
Claiming that this is the best.

Brief background story for poetry soup lovers to judge the poem 
In light in the light of its real beauty:

The heroine who was in the age of sweet sixteen was in love
With someone very intensely, but his actual lover ask her to
Show her love for someone else for obtaining a greater result
For the sake of his motherland and the heroine tries to love
Some one else, who asked a price for the same and gave only
Pains and agonies to her. But, when she sees her actual love 
Her hearts is willing to welcome him and how- you will see 
In this beautiful poem:
Translation of the poem of Jai Shanker Prasad a great Hindi poet.
Jaishankar Prasad (January 30, 1889 – January 14, 1937), 
one of the most famous figures in modern Hindi literature

“Intoxicated by the wine of youth, in the age of sixteen
She cared only to love 
And to whom she should give her heart, 
She had no desire to know
And the one to whom she sold her precious heart,
Was asking a price for the same
The greedy even took away
The only treasure of pains and memories from her

She felt dusty storms were rising in her heart
And her love was coming totally unaware,
She thought to sprinkle water running from her eyes to  
Make the path slippery 
So that her love may walk slowly 
And she may behold her love, a little more
The longing of her life may get fulfilled
And her hopes may get a base to stay a little more

She knew all the steams of the world would be running from her eyes
Making it more difficult to recognize her face  
As the deep sea in her eyes would be splashing water on her face”

Only translation is made by me and the poem in Hindi belongs to
Late Jai Shanker Prasad.

Ravindra
Kanpur   India  29th January 2010  





 


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BACK AT ONE



While granules from past season’s flakes thaw the impatience of my own caprice amidst the restlessness of mid-winter, clay gathers new fragrance of tangy moss. Back at one, infant stars bequeath light upon clouds resting on a drape of reverie, the music of firstborn days stirring the wake of garnet’s ardour with time’s new dial--- a little fiery perhaps---as opposed to the acrid taste of a cycle’s old debris. My January, you cuddle the balm of my fortitude in your arms streaked with breathing hope, to nurse the fertile seeds of renewal with ovules so despicably beautiful that moonlit fireworks glaze steadily on night’s eyes, grounding my balance with acceptance that trials and love come from same flame: how this moment must be relished in praise of fresh dowry… Call me home instead and warm my skin as I roam with you, my January, fulfilling my quest’s return to a patient self... the kind which blesses fire and ice.
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Hello January Contest by nette onclaud


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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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Dawn of A New Year

When she was the first to step across the threshold
I knew things were off to a good start.
Outside, dark and lowering clouds pressed in,
But inside, her beaming face made me warm all over.
I wondered if we should still go for a walk,
But she insisted, hinting that I was afraid of the stormy skies.
In no time, I shrugged on my leather jacket and we set off.
The cold winds whipped at our clothing all the way to the park,
A little raindrop spattering here and there.
It soon intensified to a downpour.
The freezing drops soaked right through her coat
And her dark braids had raindrops sliding down them,
So we ran to a pine tree, and I placed my coat on her shoulders.
My shirt was instantly drenched,
Chilling me where it touched my skin.
But I did not care.
Because I was huddling under a tree with my favourite girl
And all it took was a look at her beaming face to make my heart warm.


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Cold Fingers

I look out my window
No longer white and fluffy 
The snow has turned a sickly gray
Much like my mood towards this season of death
Tired of dark clouds and cold winds
The birds are wise to abandon this desolate place
I dream of sunshine and blue sky
Running barefoot across green grass
Smelling the fresh scent of spring breezes
Lazy days of summer accompanied by young lovers
For now I am a prisoner in a cold land
Wrapped in my blanket staring out at the gray
Nothing seems to warm the coldness that has invaded my soul
Old man winter has stolen another day 
I wait and I wait
Time seems to move in reverse
Is there any escape?
Yes
I go to my computer
Warm weather awaits me
Just a click a way
Visions of spring dance in my head
I can cheat on winter
Escape cold fingers
I can fly away to some exotic warm land
Run through Sun drenched waves
Drink umbrella drinks
I can follow those clever birds
I long for this escape
Just four hours away
I arrive at the airport bags in hand
Feeling oppromistic
Then comes a storm
Old man winter refuses to release his icy grip
I look out the airport window
The snow covered runway is pure white
All flights cancelled
A block of ice where my heart used to be
How I long for spring

Winter Be Gone Contest
Poem written January 27th for your contest.


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Hello, January

Hello, January Yea, the Roman God Janus The ruler of new beginnings, The first hour of the day The first day of the month The first month of the year. You are blessed with two heads One head to look forward And the other for retrospective view I take inspirations from your two heads For new objectives and new commitments And to renew the old commitments. To cast the old and welcome the new. The shortest day has passed The days are getting longer Soon I can stay out in a twilight. Though January named after you, Two seasonal diversions are around To ease the bites of winter. Though there’s quietness all around But secret activities are in full swing The soil absorbs the pure rains And micro organisms converting Fodder into usable nutrients For the next crop of plants. The hungry earthworms force a way Impregnating the soil to welcome The seeds and bare roots to come.
++++++++++++++++++++++++ Date 8-1-14 Form: Free verse Dr. Ram Mehta Second Place win Contest: Hello, January by Vicky Tsulima


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The Songs We Sing

People connect, people want to connect, if stranger-you, stranger as you find yourself, as I see you, wish to speak to me, The Poet once asked, then why shouldn’t you?

We loose touch with it, we try to tease it out in poetry and song, and wrong it comes
In the wrong form and shape it shows, we are embarrassed to try to: I am embarrassed to know. 

There are things on YouTube that make us cry. Homelessness on YouTube that make us cry
But why? 

I lived in Brooklyn for twenty-five, twenty five years of me in Brooklyn and I saw them everywhere. 

With no place to go, the phantoms of the train.

Those who tried asked for dollars and cents and some didn’t. And a lot of them smoked crack, many of them brimming high, capsuling, in clouds of mist of drink, most of them had to. 

& there are nights of coldness collected in the steel, and there is blue-coldness that hardens the steel

& to them, we look as blue as it, unable to peel the ring in their voices, silence, not flesh-like like they feel when the blue-coldness touches their skin,

& to them some of these holidays make no sense, for out of misfortune or kin they have not a thing to attend  

In subway carts I see some leaning, bending with the weight of O’-that-feeling
O’ that hit of steel that makes them want to

Religious, black women prayed for them and sang to them I remember. Y algunas, las viejitas, afraid to look their way, said an ave-maria in their heads. 

Some white folks prayed, others gave change and some played in their minds other moments that made this one naught. 

But that was all of us.

We made the train ring with our laughter and pain
	O’-that-feeling is why I can’t quit
	And homeless they are and have been and then haves-beens 
	& we give change and expect none in return

These subway doors open: 
“O’ I hope he gets off” 
			“He’s making me sick”

The songs that we sing
	

People want to connect even when they don’t want to stranger, you
& through train sliding doors, a glimpse of this,  and we try, we try not to loose sight of it 

locked eyes looking and no fear
	human recognizing human & no fear
		pain recognized by pain & no fear
			& no fear, and fear not fear


& they will slide 
And you will move - and you may remember and may not
But humans feel because humans we know because they feel and humans they know



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Hello January

Its been a long time
Since I've seen you last
Beginning the new year off
Is what makes you even more special
Along with the cold weather
You bring in reminds me
Even more of your existence
Unlike the other January's

This year you've been extra wonderful
By giving me the strength
To leave the old behind
And embrace the new
I've also discovered
"A brand new me"
Leaving behind past 
Hurts, insecurities, and doubts
All have been a delight
As you have approached

A new love interest,
Financial blessings, and
A new outlook on life
Although it's just the beginning
The first of the year
Is always the best
Simply because my expectations
Of you never seem to amaze me


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Happy New Year

Ladies and Gents, 

I come bearing full my compense, 

For all of my misgivings causing reader repents, 

Upon further review, 

the message I was trying to construe, 

at times crossed over boundaries that originate in the pew, 

Fortwith presently I swear, 

forswearing manner seen debonair, 

I shalt tone down the rhetoric whilst maintaining it's flair, 

To those in the know, 

whispers abound my style has begun to plateau, 

this has filled me with anguish and tempestuous woe, 

from my hedonistic head to my calloused big toe, 

My blessed constitution moves forward yet forcefully with no fear, 

For my resolutions, with some substitutions, I shalt devoutly adhere, 

As we embark on this journey to the 2013 frontier, 

I endeavor to wish All of you Good Tidings and a Happy New Year!


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Warmer blast

Closer,
closer;

as the nights morning within
its coldest grasp woke us

Enter, 
enter;

as her sleep interrupted
gave her,
and I,
thoughts of the warmer blast


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Hello January

I'm looking forward to the
cessation of wars in the world. I no
 I can't hope for the end of all war
completely, but just some cutting 
down the number and difficulties
of war. January you're my prayer. 
Help us to end poverty and crime. 
We are all leaving behind suffering
and making new friends, new jobs
and hopefully better health. January
give us peace.


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January, my friend

January, my friend,

I don't want to remember yester
year in hallow of hurt and pain;
it erodes my joy.

Resolutions that I had done before,
have passed unfulfilled
and un-nurtured.

January, my friend,

I want to see optimism glow
once again in me; rekindling a new
fire to change my self for the better.

January, my friend,

Please guide me to happiness
with your invisible crystal ball.


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Marvellous Marmalade

January.
I now perform the annual alchemy,
my purpose :
to capture Spanish sunshine in a jar.

Seville :
white fragrant flower to bitter orange sphere.
Childrey :
sugar, water, shredded peel to liquid gold.

Now attend
and carefully stir the boiling cauldron,
Shakespearian
witch-like, the transmutation is complete.

Scottish myth.
Her courtiers cry “Ma’am est malade”, forsooth,
Mair’s headache
cured with orange confiture, a royal preserve.

At breakfast.
The early morning sun aslant the glass,
light shining
through shredded peel makes goldfish in the swim.

Marmalade.
The bitter-sweet tang melds with buttered toast.
Marvellous
flavour.  What better way to start the day ?


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Forgotten Promises


Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
I am looking through the window
Watching people under the snow

Some are with family, cooking and eating
Some are in the street, walking and shopping
Some are at home cleaning and decorating
Some are with friends packing and traveling

Everything seems fine
but when I look again …

Some are hungry, looking for food
Some are homeless, shivering in the cold
Some are lonely, sitting with sadness
Some are in pain, mourning for a loss

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
I am thinking to myself
Is this the world we promised to build?

What happened to our world?
What happened to us?
What is going on?
Did we forget our promises?

We promised to NOTICE
We promised to ADJUST
We promised to PROTECT
Then why so much RAVAGE?

We promised to CARE
We promised to CARESS
We promised to FEED
Then why so much HUNGER?

We promised to RECEIVE
We promised to RELIEVE
We promised to FORGIVE
Then why so much REVENGE?

We promised to RESPECT
We promised to APPRECIATE
We promised to LOVE
Then why so much HATRED?

We promised to COMMUNICATE
We promised to COMPREHEND
We promised to CONNECT
Then why so much DISUNITY?

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
How is it going to end?
What to promise again?


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I'm Home, Habebty: Egpytian Revolution

*habebty: arabic for my love
*context: this year (2014) is the third anniversary since the egyptian revolution

Friday, he told me,
"Tomorrow will be a sad day."
"Why?" I asked.
"The anniversary of the revolution."
Of course. 
When I had google searched "january news egpyt" 
the day before to see if any new protests had occured to 
block the streets and make him come home late, 
the results still showed the carnage of three years ago.
There would be protests tomorrow.
I asked him if he was going to work. 
"Yes."


Saturday, 
I worried.
I wouldn't tell him
Not to go to the protest-
I knew I would have gone too-
Shouldn't I support what he believes?
But then I think 

Red
Bloodstains on streets 
Littered with banners
Left abandoned

White
Tear gas 
Like the departing souls
Of the martyrs of the revolution

Black
Riot gear uniforms
Beat down protesters;
They've sworn to arrest
Anyone protesting today-

I pray.

I ask him where he is. 
"I'm home, habebty."
He's decided not to go
Since he thinks it's wrong
To celebrate on a day
So many have died.

I breathe again.

Nearly 50 died that weekend.
I got to hear,
I'm home, habebty.


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35

White flakes float from 
the white sky

and dogs are rough
housing with the kids.

I remember when Dad
confronted the neighbors

after their son had
bloodied my iced nose.

He was white with anger
and I was cold.

As I walk down the 
street to the store

the neighborhood kids 
are at it again,

living in the snow, 
building snow houses.

I remember how the cold
didn't affect my young bones,

but now I'm old, and I
am making dinner tonight.


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CRYSTALLINE

Limpid and clear, a beautiful world sparkling
Wintery with wind blowing strong
We walked.

The transparency was translucent.
The air was fresh.
We sniffed.

The mountains bared minerals.
The jet stream flowed.
We gasp at the beauty our eyes behold.

We peaked this world many times.
Tree branches are glistened.
The crystalline is misted
crystals aglow.

This is Crystalline.
An ecosphere set free
from human and animal 
majestically.
___________________________________/
Motif: Crystal-like


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Such A Life

Watch the darkness
And understand what it means
Is it there to scare you? 
Or just part of the dream.
I dare you walk closer into the darkness
Try and get to know it
It is part of you and me
The darkness shouldn't scare you
there are parts of us there that are scary
Better left in a closet to be opened by the kids when we're dead
Tsk, Tsk, what fun would that be
Let the demons show themselves now 
For what have we to lose?
You know what i am saying. 
That shadow that won't let you be
It follows you everywhere and disappears on a rainy day
Yet it is there in life and death.
You just need to know it before it leaves you 
In the ground you cast no shadow
And purgatory surely will come
And what then my friend.
Smoking at the Pearly Gates waiting on a decision
Did you love enough? Did you hate too much?
Were you nice to the innocents? 
Did you give more than you received?
All these questions for such a life.
Such a life
Such a life.