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?
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.
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?
Goodbye cloud that
Once held grip,
Out of your arms
I have the plan
You cannot take
I thought I needed
I don't, so bye.
My new friend
My wings are spread.
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 new year begins
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
A-L Andresen :)
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
Contest Name:Hello January
Deadline:2/1/2014 12:00:00 AM
A-L Andresen :)
We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
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?!
My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still
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.
Kanpur India 29th January 2010
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.
Hello January Contest
by nette onclaud
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.
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.
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?
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
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.
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.
Form: Free verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Hello, January by Vicky Tsulima
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
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
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
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!
as the nights morning within
its coldest grasp woke us
as her sleep interrupted
thoughts of the warmer blast
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.
I now perform the annual alchemy,
my purpose :
to capture Spanish sunshine in a jar.
white fragrant flower to bitter orange sphere.
sugar, water, shredded peel to liquid gold.
and carefully stir the boiling cauldron,
witch-like, the transmutation is complete.
Her courtiers cry “Ma’am est malade”, forsooth,
cured with orange confiture, a royal preserve.
The early morning sun aslant the glass,
through shredded peel makes goldfish in the swim.
The bitter-sweet tang melds with buttered toast.
flavour. What better way to start the day ?
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
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.
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?
*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."
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.
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
Bloodstains on streets
Littered with banners
Like the departing souls
Of the martyrs of the revolution
Riot gear uniforms
Beat down protesters;
They've sworn to arrest
Anyone protesting today-
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.
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.
Limpid and clear, a beautiful world sparkling
Wintery with wind blowing strong
The transparency was translucent.
The air was fresh.
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
This is Crystalline.
An ecosphere set free
from human and animal
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.