I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday.
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think,
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head,
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end.
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts.
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.
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.
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
Recently, I had a dream;
I was in this world trying to leave.
Tired of finding everything,
Trying to make love without a ring.
In this hotel, in the dark of night,
I knew what I was doing wasn't right.
No one pulled me aside;
Neither friends, nor family did try.
©2014 Honestly JT
Never be it said that new beginnings can’t be obtained
The endless quest for happiness and futures ordained
Surely worn us all down – books scoured for inspiration
Folk Lore/Yarns embraced for our life’s path preparation
Memory, an eager companion to chastise us and torment
Time we’ve been allotted, wasted on slights to ferment
Looking to bring some relief to others in their dire need
This is what brings joy to souls rich in the art of forgiving
Looking in the mirror, inwardly: What do we see and striving
To portray to an outside world? In ignorance, we aim to please
Others are equally busy with their lives; sense of a new lease
On Life. Each calendar marking public festive holidays to celebrate
Thus, in effect wishing our time away, wasted on endless freight
Of regrets; only to be put aside briefly during this Holy Season
SUMMERY: A message within a message (two unrhymed lines), therefore My New Year's Wishes:
1. Looking to bring some relief to others in their dire need
2. Of regrets; only to be put aside briefly during this Holy Season
BTW: Ethiopia, Russia, Ukraine, Serbia, the Republic of Macedonia, and the Republic of Moldova celebrate Christmas on what in the Gregorian calendar is January 7
Please see the About section regarding this form of an Acrostic poem.
A New Year
Seems like just yesterday
We welcomed in last year
The days and months that followed
With others I did share.
Small steps and better days
I found throughout that time
Found what really mattered
When all was not sublime.
We took ‘one day at a time.’
With effort made a go
And yet time did go quickly
If you really want to know.
So here it is
Start of a new year
With new days
And challenges to bear.
Thankful for my health
And for my state of being
Grateful for my friends
Look forward to just seeing.
It seems as each year passes
We note things we missed before
Life has twists, turns and endings
Of that, I’m really sure.
So pop the cork!
Drink to the New Year!
Good things I wish
For all that you hold dear.
I do not know?
The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells
Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,
take hold of my waking moments,
and fling my thoughts back to a distant time,
where folk-songs were heartily sung,
joyful, yet hopelessly out of rhyme.
I barely saw her, a construction labourer perhaps,
hauling bricks, cement, anything, on a scorching Delhi day,
while in the semi-shade of a Gulmohar tree, her infant silently lay.
A cacophony of thoughts such as these swirl around,
yanking me away from the now, to my cow-dung littered childhood playground.
Now, a lifetime of displacement has hushed the jangling chorus of the past,
to a faint trickle of sounds, as distant as an ocean heard inside tiny sea-shells,
I know, that the orchestral nostalgic crescendo, rises, dips, and swells,
as tantalisingly near, yet a world of time away, as were the tinkling of her ankle-bells.
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.
I think about this past year... It “came and went…”
I wonder that kind of life have I really spent?
It almost seems like yesterday
that I was a young man…
“I had the world in the palm of my hand.”
I had many goals, ambitions and dreams.
I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things.
Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by.
I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky.
As I get older and think about another “resolution.”
I find myself with another problem with no “solution.”
I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility!
He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility!
I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st.
No matter if things get better… Or things get worse…
I’m going to give my life and family to God above.
And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love.
I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know.
And seek his blessings wherever I may go!
I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment.
It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment!
There’s an important fact, I shall always remember…
God is with me from January thru December!
He will be there to guide each step that is taken!
With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken!
By Jim Pemberton