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On New Year's Eve

As the old year grows cold and grey, I stand on an ocean of time, holding my dreams like bright balloons. Based on visual #1 Written 12/31/14 by Andrea Dietrich For the 3 by 8 Image Contest of nette onclaud

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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A New Moon

A chalky moon rises, from still air, drawn on smooth, blue-black paper sky. A New Year's eve like this, seems too calm to be real, to feel nothing but peace; snow covers tree branches like fleece, yet I am warmed by a fire inside, wrapped tight in the starry glow of tomorrow's promise. As this year's memories glide across my heart, all the love flows through me like oxygen, beginning with the purest breath of youthful innocence, me and you, under a diamond-cut crescent moon. Many picturesque nights have come and gone since then - the me and you now we - a family. Somewhere a clock chimes twelve times, when your first kiss of the new year wakes me from my nostalgic dreams, my joy returns to the moment, a new year, new memories, a love more real, more true, than the chalky moon.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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The Hourglass of Time

As I contemplate life
Through thick lenses glasses of the whiskey bottle
Is there life?
What is life, what is the lie, or even the truth?
Or is there only the journey to darkness
If so, why not buy a first class ticket
To the black hole of the universe
There in death, I can sit
In peace
Dreaming of the rebirth of atoms and molecules

Then, I ponder some more
I remember years ago
Holding a soda pop bottle
I just couldn’t discard
Somehow I was happy
He was my invisible friend
We sure had adventures
Nighttime I was safe
He would guard the window
Be would both gaze at the stars
I would talk and he sure knew how to listen
These memories bring me smiles even now

Is the universe that strange?
Are we all related so, objects, minds and souls?
All I know, is maybe I better stick around
Have a soda
Savoring my youthful days
When all my friends came around to play
Yelling Ricky, come on out, it’s a beautiful day!
Baseball was always fun back then
I always had my soda pop bottle in my bag
Surrounded by friends and so so content

As I contemplate life
I am somewhat amazed
That the ghost from the Christmas past
Is no illusions after all
Chains be dammed, I am set free
I awake with a new vigor
To a new year

Notes: First I recommend to read Orange Crush The adventures of Soda Pop by Richard Lamoureux, all of them are a series. So, I added my dark side, and a wee bit of Charles Dickens at the end, as he like Richard used to write stores in series like this. I thought it unique to combine these 3 ideas in one!

I took the character of Ricky, aged him, and had him look back in time!

Copyright © arthur vaso

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Long Goodbyes

Voices choral, chimes of clay ring out
oh so merrily to a wintry sky
And earthen sounds once silent, still, now shout
in harmony and majesty, they cry. 

A brightness sheers the air as metal sounds,
long cylinders of brass clink in the breeze
like childish laughter each fresh note abounds
a thankful note the past year to appease.

In churches, mosques and temples they sing
as clappers sound the tone around their rims
forged of metal, or blown in glass, they ring
resounding as the hours of this year dim.
Rejoice, rejoice a New Year has begun
Goodbye they toll and sing here comes the sun.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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The Non-Resolver

I’ve been watching my weight since 14, but with all of the diets I’ve seen, they’ve become a big no-no. This here dieting yo-yo has stopped trying to be super lean! Other problems I’ll change as I go. I don’t need a New Year to say so! Said a wise sailor man: I yam what I yam! Why improve on a good thing - ya know? So the cause of the most bellyaching at this time of the year I’m forsaking. When you know yourself well. . . why then go through such hell! Resolutions I’ll never be making. For the the New Year's Resolution Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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New Years Resolution

Love more, when it is hardest to love.
Show compassion, always.
Be kind when deserved or not.
Be patient, when you are at the end of your rope.
Smile, when you are saddest.
Pray when you are at your lowest.
Thank God when you are at your highest.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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Raindrop Butterflies

The snow slowly morphs into rain, a thousand cold cocoons that release raindrop butterflies into the frosty air. They glisten in the morning light, clinging to soft leather like tiny diamonds as he drapes his jacket across my shoulders.

The jacket smells like him: fresh soap and spicy aftershave--and that spearmint gum he always keeps on hand. It's way too big on me, but he zips it up anyway, pulling the hood over my head to shield me from the rain.

dripping icicles bleed beads of liquid light-- fingers intertwine
He's soaked, but he doesn't seem to care as water slides down his rosy cheeks, dripping from his frozen nose. He brings my hand to his lips and whispers, "Happy New Year." Even his lips are cold, but I lend him my warmth. As we stand there together in the soft tranquility of winter rain, I realize I'm happy. I want to stay here forever, in this life-sized snow globe of frigid weather and smooth, warm leather. For Giorgio's "Leather Jacket" contest

Copyright © Heather Ober

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My new year's resolution is I’m going to get thinner So I purchased a 'Weightwatchers’ meal as a TV dinner When I looked at the ingredients I discovered it’s a racket There is more nutritional value if had I eaten the blinking packet! 25th December 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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Dragging his feet with exhaustion, 
On the unending path of time,
The wise old year, the gates of 
Oblivion approaches,
His face glowing
His heart pounding for joy
His soul in rapture
In a few moments, able will he be,
The heavy load of humanity’s predicaments 
The eager shoulders, of the ignorant New Year,
To, finally, lay!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   29 DECEMBER 2014

HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone! 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis

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Ekphrasis 12 Line Max

New Year’s Eve

I need to feel the trade winds blow
To know they have my heart in tow,

Here in the twilight of this hour
I feel the grandeur of God’s power.

The Sun, a ball of golden fire
Rises with my heart’s desire

That this New Year will offer love
As Sol begins to rise above.

How wonderful, the winter sky—
With mist filled clouds that float on by.

Sweet birds of beauty on the wing,
Portends the gifts New Year will bring.

© Connie Marcum Wong

My Muse is the New Year
Contest: Ekphrasis 12 Line Max
Sponsored by Rick Parise

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong

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New Year Drinks Beer Gets drunk Heads clunk Drink over Hangover Feels sick Loo Quick! Is ill Needs Pill To bed Sore head Morning Dawning Feels sad Looks bad Want drink… Rethink! 1st January 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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This Year

There is no way that anyone can know how each new year will be: how our jobs or our relationships might go. What great new things might we live to see? Might we have to endure some tragedy? I can only hope the good will far outweigh the bad and that our every tear might be cried for joy instead of something sad. May peace abide with those whom we hold dear as all of us press onward through this year! For the "This Year in English Quintain" - Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Happy New Year

     At midnight, surrounded by those who are dear,
     Countdown is over; champagne has been chilled 
     The bells are now ringing...a Happy New Year!
     Bottles are popping, the glasses are filled
     We’re singing together with hugs and a tear.  

     Contest: A Quintain Christmas
     Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Paul Callus

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My New Years Resolution

My New Years resolution is not to make any more New Years resolutions!
I've made 'em in the past but they died on the craggy shoals of the Aleutians!
I'd swear to ease up on the vittles but I caught those scales lyin' to me.
I tried to curb my cussin' by usin' terms like gosh, darn and golly gee!

I resolved to be more courteous to other drivers and not flex my middle digit,
And be more patient with my kids when they wanted to squirm and fidget!
I vowed to take my dentist's advice and floss my choppers each and every day.
I flossed religiously but lost my religion leavin' my teeth prone to decay!

I promised myself that I'd exercise regularly in order to keep fit and trim,
But preferred lollin' in my LazyBoy with a beer sans goin' to the gym!
'Tis obvious when it comes to keepin' resolutions I ain't got much fortitude,
So I reckon I'll take my chances and not lock-in on any inane platitude!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw

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This Year

Eve of the New Year, eyes strain to see pale depths of yonder anticipating a fresh sky to gleam golden this year. With said goodbyes, I awaken, reborn in wonder of innocence held in sunlit smiles of those I hold dear and hope to value lessons learned ‘neath gracious skies swept clear. Happiness renews in a freckle faced sky of twinkling stars as I slow my pace to laze below her beauty and gaze in awe of infinity, searching for miracles beyond my many scars, and I shall live free to dance and sing, honoring God’s law, humbly glorifying Him, seeing His reflection through each flaw. Standing tall in this new year, I resolve to be more grateful, finding joy in each day and confidence to breathe life genuine. The sky will change above, the earth will spin below, and faithful, I’ll take my place amid with these ideals circling within. This year, I’ll reach for sky that never falls and dream of heaven. Written for Francine Robert's This Year in English Quintain Contest, 1/6/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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This Year

This Year A brand new year began today…a new page, First sheet of twelve to see upon the wall… It pristinely hangs, no scribbles, signs of age, Fresh new start…a slate wiped clean of scrawl… Time to breathe, set new plans both big and small. One whole year, so many days to get things done, Lots of time, do not rush, haste does make waste… Surely, days will pass unused and one by one, The pages fly right off the wall replaced By some regrets no challenges were faced. Yet, I will see Earth’s seasons come and go And feel the surge of Spring’s rebirthing rite, The Summer sun and flowers, the Autumn glow, Then Winter wonderland of snow so white… This year will be another gift of life’s delight. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place~ Contest: This Year in English Quintain Sponsor: Francine Roberts Judged: 02/16/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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To New Year's Gate I Come

To New Year's gate I come with this old pain
I need to lay it down my peace to gain
I'm unresolved in issues of the heart
and soon I hope this sadness will depart

The year that passed has witnessed death of love
and brought to grave the dreams that soared above
It taught my heart the lesson of regret
and yet those sweetened lies my joy beset

And so I stand here at this blessed brink
I want the wine of love once more to drink
My mind is searching for that blessed place
where heart can bury pain and leave no trace

The New Year comes and with it hope springs new
That hungry eyes will savor words from you 

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Pass Over the Nian

Gung Hay Fat Choy, black and white it seems Oh, it is nothing but Happy New year in Chinese Call it Lantern festival, pleasant spring festival Celebrations of 15 days, each one ritualized. Celebrate, the freedom from that beast Nian Who swallowed humans in a single bite, Scare him away with crackers and red color On this day of GuNian, “ Pass over the Nian” Offer prayers, to the ancestors and all Gods Feed the Dogs well as it is dogs’ birthday Visit friends and relatives to pay respects Prepare drinks from vegetables, eat noodles Fish for long life and success in life. Hang colorful lanterns, eat glutinous rice balls Enjoy with family welcoming the New Year.
+++ January 18, 2015 Form: Free Verse

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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Don't Hug And Drive

On this eve before New Years I resolved to be cheerful
But while driving my car, another car bumped me
The driver got out, and he gave me an ear full!
It took but a moment, and I knew he was beer filled!
Disgusted and angry, I found myself grumpy
I called the police, and they came to the crash
So I cheered up, and resolved, and expressed my relief
So happy, I hugged them and offered a kiss 
Well they thought ME imbibed!!!
So they took me inside
And into a jail cell...I was thrown like a flash
My mood isn't good...I'm as mad as a hen!!
My great resolution has faded again!
How can this girl be happy,
When justice kidnaps me?
I'm spending my New Year's locked up in the pen!!


For Regina's  New Year Resolutions contest :)
Just Kidding, of course !!!!

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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This Year

Many splendored visions dancing through my head.
Wishes caught up in the stars and moon struck sky.
Roads to travel near and far where I am led.
Past regrets are vanquished-I'll no longer cry.
Dive into life's canyons and I won't be shy.

Give this heart another chance to grow and love.
Paint my words on canvas for the world to see.
Seek my wisest answers from the heavens above.
Bathe in scented waters flowing wild and free.
Find forgiveness in my soul and let it be.

Rock the children in my arms both young and old.
Find my voice and sing so loud the birds will cheer.
Give somebody warmth and shelter from the cold.
Live my life with passion and I'll show no fear.
Let my hopes and dreams just sparkle bright this year!

for contest "This Year" sponsored by Francine Roberts

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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snow is melted
the ruin that is winter
overwhelms my eye
beneath the sun trees stand
like crowds of ragged beggars

the once beautiful
is denied all memory
of where it has gone
the icy house top drippings
ping the head    stark reminder

those cold months ahead
but i’ll wait out the next snow
the white blanket fall
marvel the icy branches
wish happy new year to all

Copyright © daver austin

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My New Year's Resolution

My New Year’s Resolution

The New Year, soon upon us now…
A time to think about just how
I plan to see my year renew...
Perhaps improve on things I do
That are much better, and I pray,
They're not an act of whim or play.

For instance, should I plan to eat
The healthy foods and not the treat
That tastes too good to now let go?
The seems so hard to know. 
Or should I plan more exercise,
Run every day…or is that wise?

There are so many choices to
Consider as I think it through…
What is best for my solution
Of a New Year’s resolution?
For based on other years before,
They’re good, but easy to ignore.

So…now, this year, a different plan…
One which will surely fill the span
Of one whole year, never to end—
Be joyful in the task, attend
A resolution meant to last,
Not end in days just like the past.

One which I will be very proud
To share and talk about out loud.
I will resolve to be just me…
Enjoy my life, forever free,
To help my friends and family too
Just like the way I always do.

To give and take with gracious care,
And spread the joy of life with flair…
To do all things the best I can,
And finish all that I began…
To seek the ways to lend a hand
In gentleness without command.

To always see the glass half-full,
And even when dark days do pull
Me down a bit, to realize
The sun will shine with bright blue skies,
The tears will dry, and then a smile
Will fill my heart to last a while.

To count my blessings, say my prayer
For peace to come and fill the air
All ‘round the earth among all men
And women, children, so again
Sweet peace will rule our precious lands
And God will shield us in His hands.

So now instead of one big thing
For New Year’s resolution fling—
I’ll promise to fill up my days
In all the ordinary ways
I’ve done so many years before,
And never let them seem a chore.

I will resolve to be just me…
Enjoy my life, forever free,
To give and take with gracious care,
And spread the joy of life with flair…
To love my friends and family too
Just like the way I always do.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: New Year’s Resolution
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Judged 01/01/2015

Iambic Tetrameter


Copyright © Sandra Haight

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Vaporous hazy fog,
listless light,
permeated by the sound
of early birds.

Gulls cawing,
delivery trucks thumping,
competing as they 
emit their harsh cries.

Singing the tune 
of way wards movement.

Devoid of green,
this place of concrete and plastic
hums in endless reverberation.

As the feral scrounge
and the contented pray,
life echoes on.

An orchestra
emanating from the edge
of the world.

Dispelling the night,
unfurling with the mist,
awakening this city.

Copyright © Teagan Taylor

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Two-Thousand Fiftteen

Two-Thousand Fifteen!
Wipe the slate clean,
Gonna get down,
If you know what I mean!

Gonna rise up, rise up, fly high,
Pen the paper, musical sky.
Writing to the future
For the fame, I try, I try.

Launching like a rocket ship,
Inspirationally equipped,
Strapped in and tied down,
Raised glass, cheers and tipped.

Two-Thousand Fifteen on Fire.
A sword of my pen never tire.
Ready to never surrender.
Poetry and photography inspire.

This is our year, our time,
I'm gonna give my all to all rhyme.
Light it up, light it up, that's right,
I'll be smiling when I get mine.

Two-Thousand Fifteen let's roll.
One more poet with an ambitious soul!

JANUARY 1, 2015
Ringing in the New Year with a New webpage.
Please come and see me,
Happy New Year Everyone!!!  :)

Copyright © Casarah Nance

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The New Year

What does the new year hold for me?
The days ahead I cannot see.
I may see sickness, grief, or pain;
I may see Jesus come again.
I may place loved ones in a grave,
Or I may see a loved one saved.
I may be moved another place,
Or I may go see Jesus’ face.
I may have poverty untold,
Or I may walk the streets of gold.
I may hear often calls of grace,
Or I might soon the judgment face.
As I look back on years gone by,
Consider how fast they did fly,
And all the years that I did waste,
Brought to my life such sad disgrace,
I wonder as I face this year
Will I determine God to hear?
Or will I listen to the world
And all its offers here unfurled?
Will I apply my lessons learned,
Or will I just snub them and spurn?
Will I another year just waste
And not try more to run the race
That God has set before me here
With faithfulness and holy fear?
The year ahead can be a thrill,
Or can with sinful acts be filled.
The year ahead can bring reward
As I try more to serve the Lord.
Who knows but what this year could be
The last in this old world for me?
Therefore, I must forget the past
And do what for my Lord will last.
If He has put my past behind,
I can trust Him to heal my mind,
My heart, my soul, my life alway,
And live my best for Him today.
Oh, yes, I will not perfect be;
I’ll fail, I’m sure, His will to see.
But if I come in humble prayer,
I know that He’ll forgive me there.
The key is how I handle sin:
Will I just let it dwell within,
Continue and be satisfied,
Or cry out to the One who died
To come, forgive, and cleanse again
And help me overcome that sin?
So as I face the year ahead,
May I determine now instead
Of seeing each day go to waste,
Live in His righteousness and grace.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer