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Long poem by Olive Eloisa Fraser | Details |


EIGHT DAYS HAVE PASSED "Give thanks to the Lord our God and King His love endures forever For He is good, He is above all things His love endures forever" ---------------------------------------------------- Eight days have passed since year 2016 began Father God, I welcomed this year with beaming smile and hope for a better, happier year to accept Your revelations and heartily with arms wide open set forth to live. Last year has been a big surprise Father God but wow, You always overwhelm me when You answer my prayer. Trials, disappointments and failures thud! thud! thud! They came too, battling with me, weakening my nerves that there are times, I am again asking why... I am again asking when is the ending because I'm all tired. Despite such times, I know, I believe and I continued to never ever forget to say thank You. I may have lost some opportunities but I thank You, You gave me this time to be with my family. Seeing my parents laughing and crying while they hold the first baby of our family, priceless. I admit, I miss these times for in my memory there's not such pictures or moments I recall. Thank You because after long long time, I celebrated my birthday with my love ones complete. I thank You that You gave me those times to finally speak out those buried heartaches that openned the door for better relation... It has not been easy because I even leave home just for things to cool down and let them all realize. Over that period, I thought I will be alone but no... You Father God sent a gift to me, since July 2014, what we have has grown to more and more. You know Father God how I yearn to have somebody by my side, someone stronger, wittier, funnier, better than I am and my being is overjoyed that You gave me a person far greater than I even wished, even dreamt and prayed for. I thank You Father God that You are making it happen for me, I do believe that there is so much more You have stored for me, I am relieved to let go of 2015 with a determined heart and receive the New year with positivity... With Your strength and wisdom that empowers me, I know anything that may come I can stand through and be victorious as You are with me, seeing me through since I was born. I hold on to Your promises Oh Father God and the fulfillment of the everything You have started in me. Faithful, merciful and loving that is You, I say with all I am that I love you and I thank You. Forever, I will declare and spread Your goodness in my life. Forever, I will utter my gratitude that You blessed me then and now. Forever to You is the highest praise, glory and honor. F-o-r-e-v-e-r! ____________________________________________________________________ *** Quoted lyrics is from the song Forever by Chris Tomlin ***Inspired by Biblical Verse: 1 Chronicles 16: 34 8:36 pm, January 09, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by cherl dunn | Details |


Bang those pots and pans, Rattle those noise makers as loud as you can,
For its New Year’s Eve my friends a chance to start fresh again, let’s start
That sacred count down just before the appointed mid-night hour,
Release the confetti, exploded those multicolored balloons, 
After all it’s time to party!
Kissing fools be ready, for it’s a holiday tradition to grab your
Lovers, family and friends, and pucker up and smooch, only light
Heartedly of course, raise those glasses running full to celebrate,
Smiling at each other at the fortunes fancy dreaming, of what this
Magical year may hold for one and all!
Singing Auld Lang Sine at the top of our lungs, toasting one another
Each brother, mother and son, feasting at the table of blessings
Promise, as generations embrace in the loving spirit known as
Kindred ship!
Let us celebrate to the fullest shaking that old rock of ages
To its almighty inner core, for this brand sparkling New Year
 Is finally upon us, and it’s up to each one of us to make a fresh
Old Saint Nicholas snow dust of Christmas has gone now it’s pasted
Us by, although the tree still lies trimmed in its sacred corner of
Every living room, we’ve made it through another happy holiday
Of decorating, shopping, last minutes’ details, now it’s the adults
Turn to kick it back and holler, hurry!
Scream, shout let it all hang out, for once party until you drop,
The kids are with their sitters, we can act like over grown upstarts,
The world is our Oster anything goes, except arrestable offences  
Of course, please excuse me as this party hostess, but know shinning
Lights outside my residence aloud, except for strung up Christmas bulbs
Not yet taken down, Thank you very much, lol!
Drunken revelry is acceptable, because I’ve gathered all the keys
At the beginning of this rumpus gone wild, after all momma didn’t
Raise this old country gal to be no old fool you’ll know, so let’s rock
And roll until all those old tunes sound all the same again!
Let’s share old memories of long ages seasons past, wipe away our tears,
Fears, and laugher’s jeers, for we can begin again fresh and new,
After all we are all a part of this family called humanity, forgiveness
Is one of our enduring qualities isn’t!
I’ll brake out the good brandy, and am willing to share an extra
Round of holiday cheer amongst mine own kindred brethren!
We’ll toast to the treasured memories of those for whom we’ve lost,
For those whom are in distant lands at war, or unable to be present,
We celebrate thee on this momentous night with raised glasses
Held high, and prayers of loving devotions written in our hearts!
I’ve got one last message for one and all here in the cyber world,
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all, and to all have a great night!


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Adventing New ReSolutions

"The Path of Evolutionary Enlightenment,
like all enlightenment teachings,
is a path of ego [Past/Future Tense]-transcendence.
In Evolutionary Enlightenment,
transcending ego [investment in anything other than the Present]
is not an end in itself--
it's a means to a higher [Presence Present] end.
The reason that we want to have the liberating experience
of transcending our personal [anthro] fears and desires
and our culturally conditioned [nature-health] values
is first and foremost
to open up some [more Right-mindbody] space
with the [Left-ego]self--
space for evolution to occur."
[in this timelessly eternal present
RightPresent--Left/Past-Future dialectic
dipolar moment.]
Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment"
excellent Advent and YearEnd ReSolution reading

As we conclude each day
and year
and life,
conclude that life with death
refers only to Left-brain ego's Past toward Future
ionic-ironic language,
too often angry about life
and therefore fear-filled about an untimely
and clearly inappropriate
not to mention unfair,

Earth's Time memory 
is stored in natural-systemic DNA/RNA regenerative folding
and unfolding egoclocks,
rhythmic function,
a recycling journey of time traveling identities,
memory strings transcending generations
by transposing across the eisegetical language
of any one ego-identified entity,
learning to harmonize in
a too strident humanizing nature,
trying to bring humane kindness and justice,
to gift nature with humane nature
as a blessing for Earth,
from Earth,
with Earth,
for Earth's Advent,
inclusive of all species
and all natural economies,
and all RNA cellular cultures
of universal co-arising intelligence.

When love and kindness say
"I have time for you"
fear and anger are also saying
"I regret not having enough time
for my own anthrocentric agenda
right now,
between past's anger
and future-fear depression
repression of this present moment."

EcoLove and Ego's Kindness
only speak with present-tense consciousness,
which is all remaining functional information
when neither future nor past tensions are dominant,
the tension and intension of ego's fear and anger,
anger about past leads fear about repeating
ego's pathological abuse and neglect in the future.

To dissipate fear,
we evolve Adventure to embrace Anger's information
about not repeating a negative, 
too Left-brain dominant toxic past
with a personal gestalt
playing a Win-Lose political game
toward anthro-centric economic
dis-Right-brain eco-pathological
pilgrimage to AdventTransition Away
Lose-Lose cosmological evolutionary conclusions.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Willy Munyoki | Details |

The Birth of A New Year

Humble and keen my brain and body I kept, and watched the  clock tick, 
Meditating the last twelve and the next same, and on my chin felt my palm some prick; 
And it drew near the end of a year, and a be and begin of another, 
And I thought it would be fair of success flare, for such I felt to author: 
I waited along and shunned the scare of a queer, eagerly night of thirty and one, 
The question obscure and a thought impure- will I another that's full and happy, earn? 

So solemn I sat and chest did pat, and I felt it beat than it had been, stranger, 
And I bled some sweat and bowed my head, as if I was giving in to an invincible danger, 
Then I heard the alarm strike gong and hard, and so I began to thank the Eye, 
That saw little me from shore to shore oar, across tides, low and high.

For deeds Him I thanked and prayed for needs, and verve enough to do. 
And again I did for my kith and kin that I didn't see within, to have a happy of blessings
(For they were at home on hill, and I, had gone to roam and rove  down the trail and rail): 
I had received something from them, that I well perceived to wish me Good Year, and that
thing was just a mail. 

Now, I was just done when fireworks began, and methinks those things unfit for children; 
They burst and blasted, and I first thought they cursed the air, but no! don't think as
bad my dear brethren.
When I watched as right and got the light, it was like a piece of paper and a brush of
Though they bombed the ear that you could hardly hear, the eyes couldn't say no to a sky
of flowers.

Then round I gazed and was just amazed, by the beauty and bright of the city, 
And did enjoy I and did thank why, I came to rove and rotate in it; 
From side to side and far and wide came out the roar of youth and young, 
And I thought a bit and quietly I said, '' I ought to sing the joy, some earlier unsung.''

So in tow I took, and louder I seemed to grow than all who'd began before, 
And unique and okay I sung, and my way many seemed to adore; 
So the soloist I became and waist I twisted, and they followed with a grin and will, 
And us and all and I think by Jesus, our hearts Holy Ghost did fill.

So by so doing they called Solo, and I've taken them to lead, by and by, 
And I've often told them to love to praise the Providence, and not themselves and I, 
And if they will Himself shall fill their lives with a year, and anew and anew, 
And from Jan to May and again to Jan, they'll ever sing and say, 'Happy New Year for me
and for you! '

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by Shivanee Tinkerbelle | Details |


Where are you Tink,When are you coming home?
K missed me more than I  knew,
But I was so caught up in work ,with my new life.
It was almost Christmas and I wanted to go home but the stress of work and 
adjusting to this new place was tough.

I called K sometimes to make sure she was okay but then I realized had not for awhile.
She was always on my mind,she lived a nightmare taken for granted by her spouse ,
Whom to him  she was a burden,
Yet in her fragile state,she had hope,she had love.
A cruel mother who wronged her,without seeing the true colours of the culprit. 
It shattered me to watch her suffer from this blood thirsty annihilation called  Leukaemia everyday. I wasn't there,I was helpless so far away.

She was strong,stronger than any person I knew ,
Her faith made her the most gentle soul,
She lived for her daughter with every ouch of strength left in her,
Sometimes I called  and she was drained to the core
Locked away and kept like a slave.

Holidays came as quick as the breeze but I was so busy I couldn't fly to and see her.
I knew she needed me and missed me ..
I called her on Christmas day and told her I loved her for a moment.

Old Years Morning I woke up a new dawn was near,
I heard the door bell rang, It was my boyfriend all energized,
So early babe to see me ,are you alright?
He took my hand and walked me the table 
Sat me down and said to me "I have something to tell you"
Confusion filled my head ,Was he going to propose ?
I knew he wanted to for awhile ,but like this I thought it wasn't romantic.

Out came the words that pierced through my body like a knife,K's dead babe she 
died this morning,
I said "Is this some kind of joke because it's not funny ?Then he held me then left me to be alone"
I ran upstairs and sat in the study searched for her picture and cried my life out,
I didn't get to see her or tell her I loved her"
She must hate me because she wanted to see me .

At her funeral on my Birthday as I watched her lifeless body,
So pale and sad,
I would not be able to laugh with her , go fishing,walk on the beach like the old days,
She wasn't here any more I had to face that fact,
What ripped me apart everyday was not telling her on her last days 
,How much she meant to me although I am sure she knew, But still
When I wake up sometimes and call her phone I forget she's no longer here and I 
cry myself to sleep.
I try to be strong everyday to live for her and not forget,
Never take anyone for granted or you will live in regret.

Copyright © Shivanee Tinkerbelle | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Cosmic Economic Science

Cosmic Economic Science
presents echo-foundational intent
for ReGenerative EcoTherapy impulse
External Landscape.

ReGenerative EcoTransParency co-gravitated
this entire life-ecosystem,
and when Revolutionary ReGenerativity awakens
in our own bicameral hearts and minds,
we become copassionate with/as/for/of
healthy regenerative economic and political evolution.

In each full-lived, -willed, -intended potential moment
there could be no other cooperatively healthy motive
than to cocreate our regenerative future,
so  addiction to anger about unregenerate memories
of loss and risk,
over-exposure and competitive over-heated dismay
in a Win-Lose PreMillennial EcoGame,
and desires emerging from fear-filled concern
about shortage of ego- and anthro- RealTime
of any DNA/RNA-ecosystemic individual
are always secondary manifestations
of their primal love/synergy appositionally dipolar
decompositional purpose,
as EcoTeachers for Self-Other Care,
ReGenerative Health.

ReGenerative Health and Therapy
becomes our (0)Mega-Pointed CoPassion Story,
awakening in Economic BiCameral MindBody-Systems
polycultural cooperative polypathic aspirations,
and through ecotherapeutic practices
of each Season's Fractally unfolding EcoLogic,
we align ourselves more elationally
co-arising nondually with health-reaching
revolutionary enculturation's TaoZen (0) Centered
Zero-Interest CoInvestment Cooperative Network
Universal+/NonDual Integrative(-,-)
Present/Presence Cooperative Economic Momentum.

Great Transition in process
of reversing Win-Lose eco-political evolutionary myths
in favor of Win-Win cooperative eco-political natural history
and science of endo/ecto-symbiotic Earth-volution.

Currently Win-Win Cooperative Economics
operating at near 100% effectiveness of willpower
but Win-Win Cooperative Political intent 
still less than 50% enculturation.

Most resonant resolution for 2016:
Increase Western LeftMindBody Dominant Ecosystemic
nutritional absorption of lessons learned favoring cooperative economics
for healthy and therapeutic outcomes
also eco-logically inform cooperative political ecosystemics
for optimizing healthy and therapeutic PolyCulturing Earth Tribe's
regenerative health 
as Positive BiCameral Psychology's 
MetaSystemic [=PolyPathicCulturally Exegetical]  EcoNormic CQI Outcomes.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by louise nelson | Details |

trials and triumphs

it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010
and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin
as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year
to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there
there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations
maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations

in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals 
but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control?
over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife
our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life
we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo
but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through
we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid
we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade
we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain
but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane

in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations
and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation
they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith
and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face
as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God
there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart
there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you
who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you
but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack
just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track

as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control
God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role
is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory
so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story
for you can't have a testimony without having being tested
and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested

you came through some fires and you survived some floods
and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood
you triumphed over death and today you're still alive
you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived
you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ
you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by christine a kysely | Details |

New Year's Day Contemplation

Today is the Very First Day
The Very First Day of the Very First Year
The Very First Year of a New
And Very long awaited Decade.

I turn my head toward the Future to say
As if to say to all of the Ended of Days
'The Past Year is now all gone away
The New Year is what now is here to stay.'

And then I take off and begin to fly
Toward what is beyond Yesterday's Clouded Skies
And to look into the Virgin and Childish Eyes
Of a Future that has not as of yet
Been seen or spoken to.

I close my eyes to the Passed and Ended of Days
Of the Year has gone before these Hours
It is ended.
It is done.
It can be changed no more.

No more Days to be started anew
No more Sunrises, no more Skies of Blue
Or Cloudy Greys
Or Nights to be Forgotten
From that Year.

I shall have no worrisome Regrets
For what has been done
That I cannot redo
For what has been said
That I can never undo.
I shall live with no regrets
And I should hope that neither should you.

I shall strive to free myself from that thought
That stone...
That stone that would hang about me as a noose
That dreaded contemplation
Of all that is and what has come before
Of All that has ever been
That I cannot undo
That heartfelt beat of untimely unrest.

We can change it nevermore.

For what's Done is Done
Is Done and Gone
And for tomorrow and today
This very minute 
This very hour
This very second
This very day
Are when I can strive to start Anew.

To move ever toward my own Choosings
Toward skies that are ever clearer and more blue
To hold and grasp life's Golden Goose
To sail toward Uncharted Lands
Toward the Exciting and the New
The Past is in the Past
The Future has nothing more to lose.

To inhale Life as a Breathe of Air
To be as Free and Loose as my locks of hair
To live without a care
To be not afraid to dare
To never live in what has been left behind
In the Cobwebs of our last year's Minds.

To take care not ever to Lose
Any of your Stones that have been left unturned
And to not lose track of any of your Bridges
Any of your Bridges that you have left unburned.

And not to ever leave behind
A Minute or Second of Life's Cherished Time
To hold that thought firmly in your Mind
Along with your Thoughts and Ideals
That so quietly lie
Underneath those Precious Stones
That so often End up at the End of our Lives
So sadly left unturned.

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Details |

I Feared That Soon the Snow would Leave

I feared that soon the snow would leave,
As I watched the melting wreaths give way,
To the hand of time, come now to press,
The passing of my holiday...

Where the ghosts of Christmas just now past,
Their laughter and their footsteps sound,
Up stairways, down hallways, of a heart held fast,
To the cherished and loved once gathered round.

Would they be spirits, or fade as ghosts,
Was left to what I cherished most,
The memory of the moments past,
Or the choice of those to come...

But that those times then, could come again,
In times to come, I was remiss...
So instead I clutched the moment's edge,
And soared out into its’ abyss.

The sight of our fathers on chair and couch,
Straining to wake for time to glean,
The moments that pass from this day to that,
With regret for all missed there in between.

My mother, in the kitchen, dutiful making,
Aglow with the love that she was baking,
And the smells of the season, my senses awaking,
Was in the now as real as then.

And I groaned to leap out of my skin,
Go back and bring them here again...

But the hand of time would not repent...
And the moment's choice both came and went.

And as that moment, my clutches slipped,
A still, small voice my conscious nipped,
Through the march of the wall clock’s tick-tocking tick…
With a question, and an answer and a hope…

“If wreaths and voices and laughter gone,
Had stayed to stay that loneliness…
That furls your brow, then tell me now…
How more, their worth, but when they’re missed?”

“And like the bright eyed angels, hurling hands first,
into dreams wrapped up for months concealed,
Will you take hold of the gifts untold
that the coming days reveal?”

My God, I pray to thee I will...
Please fix in us, that hope we will.

So Embrace the fear that the snow will leave,
and when it does you'll fear no more...
And rejoice in the coming day's reprieves ...
and seize their gifts each and every one.

And when your resting day is once more won...
the snow's repose shall once more come...

And the white soft blanket of earth's rebirth,
Shall tuck you into dreams unknown,
And whisper in that silent night,
that all is calm... all is right…

And will whisper to your silent night...
That you are not alone.

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Copyright © Kenneth Kirkpatrick | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by uriel wisdom | Details |

Eminem Protege 2

Eminem Protege 2

Don't care what you think
 I need Ten Shrinks an Ten Pens Full Of Ink
 To Let my Inner Wisdom Tink
 Colder Than Ten Penguins In A Rink
 My Spirit Fitness & Physique at it's Peak 
Adrenaline Obese 
Extinguished to Concrete
 Out the Pyramids Extinct 
Into this Physical Dimension as A Sphinx 
Face of a Beast of a Lynx
 Idiot Beliefs placing limited reach 
on my limitless fatigue 
My Old Image Obsolete
 I stole Potion from Ten Witches An Ten Wishes
 from Ten Genies an Ancient Magicians
 an Buried the lamps in the Ditches
 while I summoned Ten Fighting Spirits
 of Venegance as My Apprentices
 I Opened my Sealed Syllabus
 to Reveal my Ventriloquists 
Just left Hells Kitchen with Skin Itching 
with Skin Blisters open Skin Pigments
 Stealing Lucifers Instruments
 to Use them Against Him 
To appear as Glitches
 against the System
 I cook Hot Meals with Mittens 
an make him taste the Illness 
I'm Inventing
 But only an Sample for Interest
 for His Taste Senses
 cause Hells angels can Sensor the Sizzling
 I'm Fly like Ten Twin Pigeons
 with Eagles Precision
 I'm a Scientist but I ain't writing Science Fiction 
with Knowledge that would leave Einstein Winded
 I been Fighting for Living 
100 percent Percentage
 an no less than a Percent difference
 Still Power in my Engine
 to keep the Ignition Driven
 You can't Compare to these Rare Characteristics
 the Judgements from your Conscious 
is InTolerant to my Unresponsive
 Mental Doctrines 
Im use to Antagonist 
Real Hebrew who's a Zionist
 False Prophets who Diabolic an Jewish
 Judaism Created with Iron Fist
 in A Luciferian Science
 of Enlightenment 
Jewish Hybrids Of Pirates
 Stolen Israels Environment
 I ain't Racist
 Just apart of a Nation
Created Generations to Generations 
Heritage Invaded
 an Culture Undertaken
 by The Synagogue of Satanist 
my fire been Penetrated
 the fire in the eye of the Tiger formulated
 stripes on the tiger Blazing
 I'm Judahs Inspiration
 an Judas Envy Craving
 But I'm not Babylons Patriot
 Bablyonion Doom Waiting
 when the Moon Change
 The Wolf Rage 
Waging Spiritual Shade
 against Ravenous Wolves in Sheeps Wools
 is Game
 Sharpened Tools 
my Sword is Shaped 
Cut open the Wolves
 an Bathe in the Pool 
of Blood til It's Drained 
I'm a Prophet in the Apocalypse

Copyright © uriel wisdom | Year Posted 2016

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