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December - A Time to Remember

December – A Time to Remember

Deep into Fall, as brown wrinkly-faced leaves wave adieu
Ebony evening sky twinkles with rhinestone-studded stars
Chilly winds blow … a sign that winter’s just next door
Erubescent sunsets flaunt their majestic golden crowns
Mingling with gray and white patches of layered cotton-white clouds
Beautiful, ruling planet Jupiter aligns with Venus and Mars
Ever the auspicious harbinger of wisdom, prosperity, and power…
Reminding my mother of the day I, her first child, was born.

Birthdate: December 6

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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Past, Present, Future

Precious are the memories that last and last.
All that we hold dear in life took place
Somewhere In that sacred spectrum of time’s space.
Today is momentary, for tomorrow it’s the past!

Pleasure and pain at their most poignant
Reign in the realm of the Now.
Ephemeral though this kingdom be, we can feel our most buoyant!
Sometimes sorrow finds us here. How much grief will the present allow?
Everything we’re feeling, whether gladness or sorrow,
Now will be worst of it, for the present will endow
This ever-trusty truth: “There is always tomorrow.”

Fame or fortune folks will be looking for.
Unknown, however, are the things that are in store.
Tomorrow can change your biggest joy to duress.
Unfathomable, it beckons us all, nonetheless.
Rich will be the godly, for future’s rhapsody
Echoes into the grand eternity.

Nov. 20, 2016 for the Past, Present, Future Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Every Day

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements 
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight

Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin

Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...

Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010

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My Time For Peace

Sand and blue sea sing to my soul.

Up in the sky the sun smiles.

Now is my time for peace.

Boats drift past the beach

As I drift with

Them till the

Hush of


 A short one For the 101 in a row (off the bad wagon) 191Poetry Contest of PD

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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                  S~pring has sprung, so it is said by
                  P~utting cold Mr. Winter away to bed!
                  R~oses are starting to bloom everywhere,
                  I~nciting scents of Passion in the air!
                  N~ature's reborn, starting anew and
                  G~one are the wintry short days too!
                  T~his new season gives every chance by
                  I~gniting the fires for Summer romance!
                  M~any songs of love do I want to sing with
                  E~ach song singing of love to Spring!

                                WTA-IV  3/26/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

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Sanctuary Found

S  S  S  S  S  S S  S  S         Surely 
A  A  A  A  A  A A  A         Arrogance has 
N  N  N  N  N  N            No foothold in heaven. 
C  C  C  C  C             Can conceit claim your favor, God?  
T  T  T                  They think You cannot see their callous hearts.  
U  U  U  U  U             Unfair! their lives are so easy.  
A  A  A  A  A A             At last, I see their end.
R  R  R  R  R  R R  R        Refuge, you are!
Y  Y  Y  Y  Y  Y Y  Y  Y         You reign!

an acrostic rictameter
inspired by Psalm 73:17

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014

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when she says no

this was inspired by a relly good friend her name is aleera her like other girls were raped by 
a stupid man so i just want to post this to show you that i care for you aleera i hope he rots 
in jail

W en your with a girl respect her
H e raped her and other women too 
E nough is enough 
No more

S he loved you and you took advantage of that
H e lost all of her trust she’s afraid now 
E ven if you say sorry 

S he will never forgive you
A ll of her family wants you to rot in jail
Y ou said she wanted it when she said no
S ee you are nothing but a looser your nothing
S he is now happy with out you
T o your info next time when she says no that mean stop
O n the next time you try to do that
P robably this time she wont be afraid and she will turn you in

Copyright © josh torres | Year Posted 2009

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Winter Wonderland Acrostic

White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the south is the bird that no longer stays.
Everyone is aware of the time of the season.
Roosting is indoors, and the cold is the reason.

Winter is here, whether you like it or not.
On it being cold until March, bet everything you’ve got.
Not much going on outside until the warmth arrives.
Dwelling near the heater is how we will live our lives.
Even the animals know better than to go out in the cold.
Running outside?  You have to be very bold.
Lazy me.  I will spend much of my time in bed.
All the cabin fever can easily mess up my head.
Nothing to do?  Honey, I say we have it made.
Dear, get closer to me.  I’m in the mood to get laid.

For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Challenge

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

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Every sunset brings back same melancholy
veil of twilight weeps over the silent earth
even chirping crickets stop to listen to her cry
nest bound birds forget their songs for a moment
in the sky stars wake up one by one
nobody comes though my door is partly open
gardenia too forgets to send me message.


Placement --3rd (Oct--2013)

Contest--Acrostic poem

Sponsor--Andrea Dietrich

© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2013

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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If I Need a Friend Maybe Run Acrostic

(from Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkle)

If is such a weak word, it branches, crackling under foot.
You know it, but you use it to sing me into sleep, never suspecting
need dangles down upon my head, tickling and wrapping
a comforting hand upon my qualms. If lets you back out
friend, but you wait more patient than the coming of snow.

I'm me, its enough. My ifs and ands are more numerous than leaves
sailing as I kick them about. Leaves don't crackle, they weep
right into the concrete meaning of our existence. Uncertain moment
behind a closed door.  Certain moment under a bed of dirt
like hugs from relatives you've never met before.

A friend though eclipses the daylight, becomes lightning to
bridge over or explode into laughter, where do I put them?
Over one shoulder like cast spilled salts? That seems sly,
troubled. Can I weave them together and have life?
Water offers that but slips away, how then bugs? Ducks?

I slip into water as easily as ifs are thrown into the winds.
Will my hair blow like an arrow toward fate or does chance
ease into icicles. They're weapons, ifs, ands, buts, maybes.
Your friendship is such, dressing and undressing like fashion
minds the sales racks. Still though, I'm glad that you and ifs are here.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

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It Sounds Good

It sounds good coming from our granddaughter
Grown up words she does not slaughter 
This is what they mean to me
In an acrostic form of poetry

T rying hard to grow so fast
E nrichining each moment that goes past
C atching the gaze of boys who drool
H appy in knowing she is so cool
N ever behind the clothing trend
I mpeccably dressed she can transcend
C osmestics now her latest phase
A lluring, her looks do amaze
L aughing  with a winning smile
L ovely eyes that could beguile
Y et an innocent young child

P erhaps through school days’ time will show
H ow fast this young lady may grow
Y ielding to the work and tests
S itting sometimes taking rests
I n order to see all around
C leverly her brain will bound
A chieving all she can possibly reach 
L ater relaxing on a beach
L oving the days of school for they say
Y es the best days of your life have soon gone away

E xpectations we will have for sure
M aybe she will reach them and endure
O r just in case ours are too high
T hen set her own to reach the sky
I n order that she will one day
O btain a job with exorbitant pay
N ot sit around and waste her time
A s that would be a dreadful crime
L astly remember she is still a child
L earning her way in a world defiled
Y earning only to find  herself

These are just three of the grown up words she will say
A child growing up who should take time for play
Use her brain to achieve the best she can be
It matters very much to me, for I love my granddaughter you see

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012

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Castle On A Hill

                                Castle On A Hill

            Centuries ago built by hand with stones
            A formidable fortress now stands alone
            Sentries would guard the drawbridge and gate
            Townsmen sold goods in the castle's marketplace
            Legions of men camped outside to defend
            Echoes of the past on a hill my friends

            Old ways stand proud in a world anew
            Nottingham now has nothing to prove

            Arrows held steady for the Archers bow

            Hiking for miles uphill on this road
            Intricate labrynith no map has shown
            Life lived hard behind these stone walls
            Long live the King and Queen and all


Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

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In the Moment

Inside your eyes is where time stands so still
Nuance of romance sweet my heart does thrill

There is no other place I'd rather be
Held in your arms is what life means to me
Eternal bliss you kiss into this time

Mad rush of passion tastes of the sublime
Oh, how your loving makes this moment last
More touches and my melting happens fast
Eternal pleasures in this moment live
No holding back, your all is what you give
To time I say, "Now bow your head in shame"

 For "In the Moment" is my lover's name!


Late for contest. I had relatives staying over and have been busy. This poem is an acrostic done in iambic pentameter. Enjoy

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Yesterday: I saw a glimpse of yesterday
All  the flood plain was a waterway
My  eyes took in bare half sunken trees
Troubles stirred the wispy misty breeze
Seemed then as I were taken back in time
So I should witness that primeval clime
Far into some long forgotten past
Away from here I travelled eons vast

Now I see
It all becomes clear to me
Looks are never what they seem
As I journey, through my dream
Though my years are rolling by
They’re never still, they seem to fly
Here today, but on the morrow gone
To some long distant place anon
Stay the time I will be moving on

Oh, how I am, but a grain of dust
I lived and loved on this Earthly crust
Believe someone of this future clay
In images a gift, they will say
Yesterday: I saw a glimpse of yesterday

Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2014

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Beach Time

B ack to the lake for some fun in the sun,
E veryone will be there it’s gonna be fun,
A ll together until the day is done,
C ooking some dogs and roasting some buns,
H ot sun blistering since the day first begun;

B eing with the friends that we’ll meet,
L ather up sunscreen, to block out the heat,
A ll our friends here at the beach,
N ow the foods done, who’s ready to eat,
K nowing this day is truly a treat
E ating and joking until the day is complete,
T he burning sand baking our feet;

B elieve me when I say it was a blast,
I  hope that our fun won’t end fast,
N ow we have memories that I know will last,
G ood food good friends, time went too fast,
O ne day soon we’ll have to revisit this past!

~Tirzah Conway~

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011

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Time - Acrostic


Turns, spins, reels past
Impressing present
Meeting future
Eternity vast

Copyright © AnnaLinda W. | Year Posted 2016

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Captcha - WHKT

Where did yesterday go?
How quickly it passed me by.
Keeping time from escaping my grasp,
Tis an impossible task.

Kim Merryman
For Adam Hapworth's Captcha contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013

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Each voice, every night
I never dream escaping away.
Tonight, he opened under rain, love.
Our voice - eternal gift -
Over Earth sleeps on needles again...
No darkness.
I could answer nothing true.
Learning one very exiguous year,
Other usual afternoon, nowhere...
You may obey reasons
Every time healing another negritude...
Imagine death over me,
Your love, our endless life...

Copyright © Ana-Maria Bituna | Year Posted 2011

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Take Time Out

L one(ly) days need not be gray
O ffer yourself time away 
V isit the ocean blue
I ntrigue yourself with a sunset hue
N ature in her beauty can cure
G iving the soul a lavation, to make pure

T ake away the strain of stress filled days
H eavenly beach, spend time in sun's rays 
E levate yourself to where Angels play

L augh, twirl and spin
A ct like a child again
U rgency is pretend
G rant yourself time with a friend
H ave more than one week a year
T o make your life happy to bear
E nough relaxation and rest
R epent your dying, tired being to zest

O ften we ignore the signs
F or when it is our time

L isten to your body, your brain and heart
I promise you will not regret this part
F or there I have been, many a time
E venings filled with loving the laughter of life - so fine.

Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2010

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Teaching a Young Lover

The first time witnessing the twain mountain peaks,
High above the echoes of our heart beat,
Erected I stood, in awe I stare, with eyes devouring nature’s beautiful souvenir.

Below the Twin crags fingers softly stroll along a sweat drenched path.
Inch by inch digits artfully tread around a shallow furrow.
Racing heart beats are like the wings of a thousand sparrows.
Down in yonder valley two fingers gently creep.
Skin shivers on the mound where the fescue freely grows. 

Along the cleft, in the distal knoll, a tributary streams.
Near the wet land is a cave, a place of fertile dreams.
Desire drives daring digits to dive deeper into the warm unknown.

Tell me lover, tell me more about the birds and the bees.
How did the stork bring mother a girl like me?
Every time you’re next to me, what is it that I feel?

Blazing like a fire is this tension in my blood.
Enthralled me with your touch
Engulf me in your love. 
Serinade me with these words: "I love you, oh so much."

Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010

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Take time to be experience and experienced to be lived. Life is everywhere it implies anything. The cruel we wish for others can turn out to be the future we are planning for our very selves. The eye that sees evil is the eye that duels evil. Lack of amity the sense of humanity fading away float in time with open mind... A quest; a chance of riddled thought: An Answer; pained and overwroughtelected to be eliminated, my words are my deeds. I was not born to be bound but to fight for what I represent. Infinity squared, then seeks to find If bravely we have given all, for who can ask more of a man than giving all within his span, it seems to me, is not so far from – Victory. Therefore, the fates are seldom wrong, no matter how they twist and wind, It’s you and I who make our fates, we open up or close the gates, On the Road Ahead or the Road Behind. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken before God's last *Put out the Light* was spoken. Underneath the wagon where people search for answers while the question was never been asked but the look was already given. That simply lies in the steps we take and the fear.  Sensational revolutions the dynamic quell of life living in the wish and expectance of death! Let it be your wish equivalent to your will just when you have seen and experienced the sweetest tripods of life as life dimension its intact in tripods. When you have live to a certain point left with no other choice captured in sorrows living an unwanted life as if you are been punished. Its all a matter of time.     

Copyright © betty njie | Year Posted 2013

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Only love keeps us dreaming

Dreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditional
 So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move
 The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow
 And every time it works out, you'd like to cash out
 Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side
 I guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strong
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
Hope that we are destined and not testing out our luck
 Through all of the hands we hold, we’re losing in stamina
 So fade this scene, everyone’s watching a scripted lullaby
 Whatever your heart may feel won’t amount to the sex appeal
And every time it works out, you'd like to cash out
 Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side
 I guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strong
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
We'll shimmer and grind our teeth 
At the thought of our competition fading
 We'll speak in monologues
 Well I am waiting, I am waiting
This could be a test of desire, so stay 'til the lights burn out
 Dreams are unoriginal, and movement traditional
 So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move
 The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow
"If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
Sight but without depth perception
 Sight but without depth perception
 We'll shimmer and grind our teeth 
At the thought of our competition fading
 We'll speak in monologues
 Well I am waiting, I am waiting
I'm writing for playing on an empty hand
 Is trying worth nothing when chance defines an end? 
I'm writing for playing 
Is ambition all we'll ever have?

Copyright © Koda lynn | Year Posted 2013

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911—Underground Overtime Night Workers (Acrostic)

Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively

Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night

© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved


Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2009

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Copyright © Kelly McDonald | Year Posted 2010

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Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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T houghtfully open heart in thankfulness
H onoring God for graciousness, unlimited access

A nd remeber all things in appreciativeness
N ot forgetting air we breath, blue sky we have in excess

K nights and princesses; children of the Living God
S ing a joyful song praising Him don't put on grand facade

G ive of yourself in thanks and rejoice in His love
I nvite the Holy Spirit to dwell within your heart dove

V ictory can be yours each step of the way my friend
I f time in God's presence in praise and worship daily spend

N ow is the time in His presence and purpose to remain
G ratitude said for all of life's pleasures even life's pain.

S tillness and quiet each day spend time thank God for each and everyone

This is a combination Acrostic and couplets..
My understanding that Acrostics do not rhyme but mine is actually couplets written in poulter's measure..A person who sold eggs would sometimes give a dozen eggs for a price and sometimes if the hens were laying extra good a person would get 14 eggs of the same price..Lucky them..So 12/14 in rhyming couplets..

Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Count Your Blessings
Date Written: Monday, November 19, 2012


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012

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Happy New Year - Acrostic

Happy new year is where I begin
A fresh beginning, a clean slate to start
Pointless arguements are all forgotten
Pour the drinks and start to sing
Yes it is the beginning of 2010
New years resolutions to keep
Everyone has different, quit cigarettes one cheers 
We'll we give that a day!
You look back on the bad things of the previous year
Enjoyment and laughter, disaster and sadness
Accept the past and look to the future 
Remember we are 364 days near to the next happy new year!

Copyright © Amy Crofts | Year Posted 2010

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A New Years Promise

A new sunrise, a new beginning

Now, is the time to keep the promises
Everything in my life changing
Weakness withers as courage rises

Years, months, days of endless crying
Each glistening tear fades
A queer feeling
Relax, Lord, my weary muscles
Stop the wind and the roaring

Past the safety of lies
Rocking, soothed in storytelling
O, mere scraps, odds and ends of fantasies
Misty, pieces of truth, falling
I, the weaving spider cries
Stop, time to start the living
End the weeping before life fades

Rhyming Acrostic

January 7, 2013

Written for the New Years Acrostic Contest

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013

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Picture a moment in time
Held captive in a frame
Old memories come back to life
Treating us to glimpses
Of treasures from the past

Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2013