Hello, January, what a zinger
of a storm you brought with you this year, Friend!
Why can’t you just let December linger?
You know I hate vacation time to end!
I know you think you’re such a special guy,
with people counting down the seconds till
you have arrived and shooting up the sky
with fireworks, but from there, it’s all downhill!!
All those people making resolutions!
You’ve wiped the slate? All things will be like new?
To me, it seems you offer mere illusions,
and yet I keep believing in you too!
I’m begging you, don’t let this year go wrong,
and please get ALL the months to play along!!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to them a fluted glass
as they gaze, muted, at their host.
Though in his eye may sting a tear,
he knows theirs will stay dry, en masse,
as they ring in the coming year.
That he alone bears witness to
this cheerless savoir-fair, is clear
but he's forgot (or never knew)
such camaraderie, at most,
is retrospect to spirits here,
where every guest is but a ghost...
At midnight, he'll propose a toast
that he alone bears witness to...
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
Cold, cold winter, you wield misery like a knife! No magic wand to be waved
To make you finally fade into oblivion. You leave me suddenly hankering
For the halcyon days of Summer. There isn't an ounce of warmth saved
Chilled to the bone, chilled frozen. Oh, this incessant shivering!
Nowadays I quiver in my slumber, and another Summer seems so far away
Day by day you keep hovering in the air like a flickering hummingbird
My feet are ice cold, freezing on this snow that covers my doorway
I've mercifully granted you second chances, frigid Winter; I decline your third
Break this curse of yours; the gust of wind you bring is terrible
I wish for heavy rain to rid you, snow, your white hue is blinding
I'm beginning to wonder if this misery you've unleashed is curable
The rays of afternoon sun will soon come shining down, I'm hoping
Meanwhile I yearn for Spring, in all its glory. It will arrive much sooner, I pray
Cold, cold winter, please, please, please...finally be on your way
Date written: 01/27/2016
Date posted: 03/26/2016
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2016
My hopes are like the snowflakes that do fall,
Onto the ground, so real, at times my woe,
With disabilities that on others call,
To assist me over ice and rough paths:
Sometimes I cannot get around the snow,
And my New Year’s resolutions me baths;
They’re just the same as snow, that I am sure,
Because you’re challenged each day to have them;
Neatly in your mind to recall, procure,
Anytime you want, with ardour or flip,
And you can whenever you like so hem,
Your dreams and ambitions and if you tip
Others, indifference will occur tall,
Because it’s yourself that you truly owe.
Form: Cornish sonnet
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
January's cousin Fall left in a fit
For January brought her friend, Wind howling long
Denuded the trees of all their gowns knit
Now her great Aunt Spring feels no way strong
Great Aunt Spring has gone underground safely
Hidden from January's cold icy tricks
Underground or faraway supersafely
Waiting for Spring's return with corner tricks
Spring has a way to drive cold January
Far away up to Canada's great north
Where January cold winter wind that's airy
Really belongs, yeah Spring come forth
Birds and animals with heavy coats sing
With January but rejoice when enters spring
(Had started this one for a contest)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
I awaken to a sky- of slate blue
The drizzle falls down, in a stone grey hue
Another dreary, January day
Must make my getaway, without delay
I fly the skies, on a plane called Jet Blue
With indigo shades, and an azure view
To a southern land, with hot Aztec sand
With nothing planned, and a drink in my hand
Next day I arise, to new sapphire skies
Can't believe my eyes, I'm in paradise!
Look! There's a peacock, and, a Macaw too!
So much to see, and nothing else to do
A local band sings Margaritaville
I've gotta go now, I can't stand still!
John Derek Hamilton
For Blue contest received N/A
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
Begin, start again, you must build the illusion,
Can't you change if you think that you can?
Repeat your attempts in your helpless delusion,
And watch as you subvert your plan.
Reason, purpose, meaning, life,
Yet you never fight for higher things.
Despair and sorrow, toil and strife,
Yet you turn to some bird as it sings.
It's so tempting to crawl down into your shell,
forgetting the problems that need you.
Letting your fellow-man go on through hell,
Because help is a chore and it bleeds through.
You wonder sometimes why the world never cares,
but can't smell contradiction, when you put on your airs.
29 January 2017
Copyright © James Fross | Year Posted 2017