Boastfully, I regret no deeds,
my sins are minor, lame, and weak.
These children, though born dead, are strong,
like a necromancer, I make them dance.
Machineries, and wretched whores,
all linger midst my core's hollow depths.
So violent, I reproach their names,
like demons, they return the favour.
Silence now, no not a sound,
save for my gears, grinding gold.
A littany, these vicious lines,
meant to be enjoyed in Death.
So let me sleep, wake me not,
the Grave is my truest home.
Quietly, I shall decay,
and I will become my art.
Burn this body, this sinful cage,
bound to Earth's pleading ways.
My soul is chained within,
the keys just out of reach.
Pleasantries, I crave emotion,
intoxicated, I find them here.
Cells may rot, the better then,
so that the soul may roam.
Spread the ashes near and far,
somewhere left unseen.
Not valiant, not brave,
I am the Coward's King.
So still my heart of violence,
let the impurities flow.
Diminish all your foolish laws,
this soul belongs to me.
Copyright © Saint Alphonse | Year Posted 2009
I rise from my sleep
looking outside my window
a tree stands leafless
Holding tight to life
each day's breath is heavier
each has a season
Edward J Ebbs - 05/13/14
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2014
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 :)
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013
I’m like the ground dirt
The soil that holds life within
Deep inside the heart of me
Seeds lie quite dormant
The seeds of plants, grass, and trees
Waiting for warm times to come
Entrant into Nette Onclaud's "Personification of January" contest
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2011
A new day, a new dawn
Last year is gone
A new hope, a new cheer
This year is here
The beginning of a new year
A time for new starts
The beginning of a new year
The hope of many hearts
When the clock strikes midnight
The whole world goes alight
When the clock strikes midnight
Our spirits take flight
With the hope of a new day , a new dawn
Because Last year is gone
But isn’t it a little strange
That we think this way
Because today is
just the same
As any another day
Every day has a midnight
Every day has new light
Every day has a dawn
And every yesterday is gone
Every day can be a new start
And every day we can have hope in our hearts
So this year live every day with a resolution
To make your life a glowing contribution
To your family, your friends and to your world
So that when the hope of new years is gone
Every day will be a new day
Every day will have a new dawn
And every yesterday will be gone
Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013
Life over the moon at last has waned,
A drab and dull scene from great merriment and fun
Nothing now remains but ashes of yester-dreams
Strewn over the moribund ambience of jollities
Hard dry wind has taken sway over the plane
And making blitz over bare faces worn with zest.
The morning grey with chill air piercing deep
Into lonely quivering bodies once more abandoned.
Garbage brimful of remnants of yesterday’s abundance;
As stores and coffers now in state of dearth
As the road ahead narrows shrouded by mist
And fraught expectations on white emaciating faces.
Upon every heart and stem a somber skeleton
That has shed their outer brimful layers.
The sphere again begins new cyclic processes;
All hands again go to plough, upon dead branches a bud.
Copyright © ITSOGHOLE O SOLOMON | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2013
Retook a relationship,
With an old friend, chip.
Bought lots of new clothes,
There weren’t any woes.
Became a vegetarian,
Not an authoritarian.
Got back to YouTube,
More of the mind cube.
Wrote evolution essay,
Not creationism heavy.
Wrote about my brother,
Who was often my other.
Contacted a technology OT,
I’m not special blatantly.
Downloaded a course,
Won’t become hoarse.
Wrote lots of poetry,
Not ashamed, openly.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016
Pass me another red...
Copyright © lisa fazio | Year Posted 2014
My love for you will never fade
You locked the door; my bed I’ve made
A face in the crowd reminds me: so you
The smile at tilt; the voice that lilt
The auburn hair; the skin so fair
My tender heart skips a beat: Hallelujah
Your eyes held mine, a magic spell
The pain I felt was a pleasing hell
No one could e'ver compare to you
You touched my face with your hand
The time all round came to a stand
From my soul I moaned: Hallelujah
Love’s tender touch now in the past
Around I’d see: Nothing e'er last
The things I did could’ve blew’ you
The cars I drove at such high speed
The fast life our friends would lead
We did not understand the Hallelujah
I tempted you with a bit of *snow
You didn’t at first want to know
If y' didn’t know how I’d show you
The surreal dream showed on your face
Everything moved at a faster pace
You shouted my name: Hallelujah!
You pulled away then from me
I was begging for you please to see
What this was doing to us; to you
All that mattered was the crave
Your life given over to a rave
You’ve shut me out in this Hallelujah
Your beauty faded before my eyes
The pain you caused with all your lies
I couldn’t bear to see what we did to you
Your dreams had fallen and paranoid
The reality, now null and void
A syringe, your only Hallelujah
On our true love I will always dine
To’ve turned back to another time
To happy times I loved and knew you
For bringing you into this ruin
Sorry! This was all my doin’
For me there will be no more Hallelujah.
NO MORE HALLELUJAH, © 17 January 2013 Suzette Crous
*snow: slang for cocaine
Inspired by the song HALLELUJAH copyright © Leonard Cohen
"You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah"
>b>Sung by ALEXANDRA BURKE (If this does not move you, check your pulse...): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSgsW9GLerA (X Factor winner) and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQpod0tKOfE (at the Royal Albert Hall, London)
For those who can play guitar: "Hallelujah chords best version":- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jN6qD45gtA
For Frank H's Contest: Hallelujah
17 January 2012
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013
She wakes from a dream, dripping with tears of sweat pouring down her face. Her long blonde hair is pasted to her forehead as she sits up in her bed. The clock reads 3:03am. Her heart is pounding rhythmically to the ticking of her wrist watch. Her long legs that are wrapped in her white down comforter are extremely cold, and she realizes that a harsh draft is seeping through the window sill beside her bed. As she pulls back the curtains to check the window for cracks in the ledge, her eyes grow wide with amazement. The street lights reveal swirls of frosted confetti which overwhelm the pitch blackness of the night. It has not snowed this hard since she was a little girl and suddenly the terror of her dream dissipates. She jumps out of bed, slips on her purple fuzzy slippers, along with her matching robe and runs down the stairs.
The stars glisten
Icicles hang still
Her front door swings open from the harsh embrace of the wind and she manages to drift on to her porch. Her foot prints smear the freshly painted deck but they are quickly filled up again by the urgency of heavens winter release. Her eyes begin to spill like water falls and her rosy face along with the rest of her body goes numb. However, the arctic chill was worth it to her. The last time she had seen her father was on a night like this. He loved the snow and every part of its splendor reminded her of him. The howling in the air, the cold that cut through her pajama pants like a knife, the snowflakes the size of marshmallows and the cars that look like giant igloos. Even the smell of the wood burning across the street in her neighbor’s fireplace all made her feel like her father was near. It was like heaven had stopped by to visit her this night.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
From my porch
Wrap up with extreme-cold weather clothing
The January sun bathes weakly through the early morning grounds
I seek alone by such astonished far-fat mountain-side
When some dared rabbits at burrow doorway gazing
Like a thief at the overheated clouds!
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
My name is Kalie Jo-Ann Stevenson & I'm grateful to be alive. As I sit on this cold piece
of metal, they call a bed, I cry so many tears for I'm torn, hurt, betrayed & losing my
only mind I've ever had. This feeling of hurt is so strong. Overwhelming. I look behind
me & see a window only 3 inches wide. You can't see out of it. I look around me & all I
see is these 4 walls closing in on me. Suffocating. A sink with no handles, a toilet to be
shared by your cell mate. No privacy. Only Insanity. How does one survive this? How do
you keep from going insane? All you can do it think or sleep. Even then, you can't sleep
because your mind is racing a million miles an hour. I want to escape. I've been
wrongfully incarcerated. I'm the Victim. I don't belong in a cage like this..I feel like a
caged animal with no future of being free of this, free from the hurts inside, free to be
my own person, free to just be ME. I feel like I have no control over my life. As if
someone is using me as a puppet; pulling & ripping my strings left & right.. I hear
screaming & try to block it out. People have lost their minds. The screams & cries are so
piercing to your ears that it seems as though, all the screams & tears are from yourself,
but they're not. You'd like to do the same but if you do, you shall be punished for it. Life
is not Free. Life is not your own. People, government; they control your life, without
even the slightest chance to let you speak on your behalf. What happen to freedom of
speech? I miss my man & my daughter.. I'm crying uncontrollably.. Why me? My entire
life, I've struggled to stay alive & for what? To be kicked to the curb every time I finally
let someone in? To continue my Life being mistreated, used & thrown away as if I have
no feelings? Am I ever going to catch a break? I want all this to be over but it shall
continue, at least another week or so..Then I shall be sentenced..
Copyright © Kalie Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Branches sway in the dark cold breeze
Moving like they were in a freeze
Colorful they once were
Their beauty puts me on my knees
Never did they want to displease
Dormant they are for sure
Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "Your favorite tail rhyme, past or present" contest
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
Born January 31, 1953 – Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson – Died January 30, 2048
HeRe, tell the truth,
liEs The Right Reverend Hudson
reBorn almost a century ago –
thE time was winter,
suCh long, long hours
baCk in cold, cold days
SaFety was unim-
poRtant for women
whO were married –
noNe spoke of
By God! This woman
refUsed to let that
get In the way of
her Living –
she Excelled at life
she Understood her birth
diD not define or restrict
her Self, her choices, her
lOve, her presence, or her death – she
kNew, with certainty: only truth is true!
Nota Bene – January 30, 2048 is the 100th anniversary of Gandhi’s assassination
We Thank All That Is Good She Was Here!
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007
Her eyes amused me, slices of January that held April tightly....
she could rain in snow, drop from upside-down skies, and we held tightly to the tears that
only appeared on the opposite side of closet doors as we marked our claim on unusual with
hand prints that never saw the sun.
Two days could have passed underneath us before we blinked, my windows whispered glorious
promises but we kept them closed for safety, for the opposition of who we could be, and
she knew the secret of every season, she knew how to laugh when bedroom doors...
I drew her behind the mirror and we created October across December stars, we became
disobedient underneath the glorious names we sang that night for lips speak magic when
they pretend to lie and dishonesty was but a kiss away from sunrise.
Time stung me come August, come March, come the age of thirty-two, her eyes had been shut
for years now and she sunk beneath flowers I am positive would be beautiful enough to
photograph had I the courage to glance, but my feet have never crossed the grass that
blankets her and roots her promises...
tangled beneath tomorrow with a tight grasp on yesterday, and I wonder if the days have
yet to fade the color of her hair.
It rained in January when I existed miles away, teardrops of memories that fell as softly
as the whispers of her name, I closed the bedroom door tightly and listened intensely for
the echoes of dishonesty, for she remained there, somewhere, behind mirrors that painted
her and the lies that bit my tongue, that reassured me...
our hand prints would hide from summer...
covered in ice-cream secrets that screamed her pain from a smile, from a foolish wish that
spoke us inseparable.
Her eyes, blue as October, slapped me, that day, as they painted themselves the secrets
girls are never supposed to witness, as they refused to allow April to fall but declared
with the beauty that she
could never see.
Copyright © JeanMarie Marchese | Year Posted 2007
Look and review. Look and review.
The New Year is coming. Review’s what we do.
What have I believed in? What lies have been told?
What truth has ascendance? For truth is my gold.
What lies have invaded and reworked the Truth?
Where have I departed, diminished forsooth?
Where have I veered off from true Liberty’s path,
Compromised integrity, brought on God’s wrath.
The New Year is coming. A new slate is here.
History’s drawing new pictures of fear.
Will it be fear of what people might say,
Or fear of the Good Lord who loves us today.
Shall I pay attention to cultural lies?
Or shall I look Heavenwards, one of God’s spies
Who constantly roam around Heavenly places
To bring back its perfumes in kindness and graces.
The spies of our Father have wisdom to go
From a closet of prayer to the big world below
With the gifts of the Spirit, of wisdom in kind,
Knowledge un-natural, miracle mind.
So how may I check that my pathway lies true?
More time in the Heavenly places is due,
That the words of my mouth, which are weapons enough,
May achieve on this earth all His miracle stuff!
Copyright © Helen Murray | Year Posted 2011
Jetting out first as many cascades,
Addictive in a calendar of twelve,
New Year’s Day known in charades,
Unknown factions continue to delve.
Again and again it shapes natures tune.
Reveling waterfalls rouse in faded moon.
Yet without, life would have no commune.
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Contest Name PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011
As history was awakened,
on this January Day,
a man of hope,
takes his place.
Speaking to the world,
he told of his plan,
where equality is here,
for every woman, and man.
No more will greed,
be allowed to grow,
eyes will be watching,
this you should know.
We are survivors,
and like others before,
we will defend our great country,
from every shore.
Hard work, and sweat,
and prayers from our lips,
united we shall stand,
on this four year trip.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
The first month of the year is like a thrilling new bond
It’s as if someone has waved a magic wand
Seeking new dreams, desires and goals
January seduces like two yearning souls
Vigilant and eager, while daring to do what hasn’t been done
Just like the early stages in a relationship, this month seems to be all fun
Suddenly you’re inspired, motivated and alive
Throughout each new day you discover your vivacious drive
But just like any fast pace fling
By the end of 31 days most lose their zing
Reality sets in and you become more aware
You question if in the next 334 days you will still be committed and care.
BY: sabina nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011
Spit out hope dear January
The cycle has just begun
For grandiose resolutions:
Saving money, spending less,
Losing weight, eating healthy,
Walking, exercising more,
Sharing more precious time with love ones.
Light the fire dear January
Keep the torch burning
A spot light through a jungle of:
Joys, pains, triumphs, failures
Riddles of life!
Exalt as you open the door dear January
For you are the gateway
To the unknown 2012!
Entered in a contest:
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Dalila Agtani | Year Posted 2012
With thou beautiful eyes,
You make me see crazy flies
With thou strong arms,
So full of charms,
You protect me from any harms
With thou hungry lips,
You forbid me from taking dips
With thou sexy hips,
You keep giving me slips!
Like a handsome lover,
You give me essence
You surprise me with the flower's fragrance
You take me and make me dance
Never to your sad tunes
But to your husky melody
By the lonely dunes,
Only, you, January!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Contest : Personification of January
Contest Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2012
January is the first month,
Eleven is what's left,
So don't let it get away;
Before you ask yourself.
What will I do with this year,
Will I do things worth while,
Or will I waste the whole year,
And not even give a sigh?
Will I do something for God,
Or will I throw my time away.
I hope that I will serve him,
In everything I do and say.
Copyright © shirley hyde | Year Posted 2011
The first step of the journey to the city of twelve stars,
As the previous one left many deep scars,
The dark clouds offer a protective shield,
as green grasses spread their blankets over the field,
Mountains and valleys mingle and dine like friends,
Vacations,merriment and excesses have come to their ends,
The moon moves half way through the sky,
where the site of fruits on the street are so high,
I`ve just finished all in the last festivity,
but this lady of mine is full of activity,
For this excessive spending,I`m now broke,
with this great anxiety;hope I won`t have a stroke.
My heart is pumping very fast for seeing her,I don`t
know what will ...
Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
I sit here in the darkness of my own personal hell,
Unable to chase away the black cloud that consumes me,
Hurting everyone around me who cares about me,
Hurting myself to try to get through the pain and be strong
The darkness controls me as my body struggles to be free as well as my mind,
But my heart controls my body and mind
And my heart is ruled by the black cloud,
My vision is impaired by the darkness surrounding me,
My mind is racing with a million evil thoughts,
And my body has lost all strength to go on,
My mind plots ways to end it all,
My body feels the self-inflicted harm,
But my heart won't let me go,
The black cloud won't let me go,
It wishes to keep me in the darkness of my own personal hell forever!
Copyright © Amity Rodney | Year Posted 2005
Beckoning fresh views and analysis,
Occasional snow, crystal clear and so bright,
Lively with purity, reversing paralysis,
Distinct, crude phenomenon with so much height.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015