Tonight, let's toast to life's revelries
When sparkle of moments pops fine wine,
Play on the year's red-berried stories
Relishing the grace of Auld Lang Syne!
This vear like bubbles...forever gone,
Yet through all journeys we'll entwine
Firm the resolve, to choose not what's wrong
To sing of kinship, good Auld Lang Syne!
It doesn’t happen everyday
Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh
Reflecting in the Winter sun
Are its legs, in gunmetal grey
Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning
Falling behind red-silk and cotton
Among the frost
One’s mind is lost
And all else is forgotten
The children play with what was brought
Without as much as a second thought
From where these marvellous gifts came
Or in the manner how they were wrought
To gratitude, they must adhere
In the closing of the year
Unaware that these times are austere
And each of their new toys, hold near
While countless harsh weeks lie ahead
A return to school, many will dread
And memories, so bittersweet
Will be recalled instead
They say that what goes up, must come down
Such includes the crib and tree
The wrapping and its debris
Whilst wearing a cap and gown
This cold new year evokes a frown
Seven beautiful lines contest,
Sponsor Constance La France
Posted 21/3/25
Through the auld Kirk gate in the churchyard wall
The rough green field where my ancestors lie
Woodbine and ivy around the graves sprawl
With Rosemary and rue growing nearby
Where wild rabbits mutter when screech owls cry
Safe in the shadow of granite tombstones
A jewel I loved, my grandmother’s bones
You'll live inside my memory book
Sometimes I'll go back and look
Your image there won't fade away
A thousand years sharp as today
At one-o-five (105) if I'm still here
I'll open up that book so dear
And write through hands that then will shake
One last poem for old time's sake
An Auld Lang Syne Happy New Year!
Let me tell you ‘bout my body parts
While in sobriety
They’re as old as an old farts
Oh, auld lanxiety
(chorus)
For auld lanxiety my dear
For auld lanxiety
We’ll try not to think ‘bout it
For auld lanxiety
And surely walking now’s a chore
And surely society
Will push me down on the floor
I have auld lanxiety
I no longer run about the docks
With naïve gaiety
Because my legs are just like blocks
Since auld lanxiety
(chorus)
For auld lanxiety my dear
For auld lanxiety
We’ll try not to think ‘bout it
For auld lanxiety
We use to partake in many sports
We loved variety
But my parts are now the rusted sort
Oh, auld lanxiety
But I still can lend a trusty hand
With propriety
And we can drink just like we planned
For auld lanxiety
(chorus)
For auld lanxiety my dear
For auld lanxiety
We’ll try not to think ‘bout it
For auld lanxiety
(fictional body parts)
On a narrow street of Singalong
spreads and banners hang along
Wreaths of subjects and icon
flourish within the alleys of lexicon.
As acid waters plunge,
dirt and dust lounge.
Tin roofs clang, rants and rats run.
Not all streets boom with a bang
Only in the street of auld lang syne.
Sing tae me the auld sangs that ah learnt when a bairn,
Sitting at ma mithers knee hearin the lilting tunes,
Carrying me far awa in ma mind
Wurds o the land whaur ah live
An love aw the deys o ma life.
The auld sangs o Caledonia uv heroes ,fermers an unco ithers,
Auld yins wi tales tae tell o plooghmen wi ther hoarses
Running trecks in the fields
Ready fur seed hoping tae grow,
Berley,oats and wheat an aw.
O shepherds an ther dugs so clever an quick,
Chasing the yowes ower hill an glen,
Hardy people wummin an men,
Oot in a wethers hail,rain ur sna,
Lookin fur the yin that’s lost.
Auld sangs bring memories back pintin the wey tae gaw,
Daw we daur tae learn from them wisdom an aw,
Wi a sigh an a tear in oor een,
At the end o the year wi sentiment seen
Auld sangs agin lustily sung.
Andrew mcintyre 18 lanuary 2021.
Looking out my window at the snow falling softly
I am reminded of the passing of time
the new year can bring new beginnings
the new year always made me a bit melancholy
leaving the ones I loved and lost even further away
at least that’s how I feel every year when I hear
auld lang syne at midnight
I know life goes on
I know life is good
that moment of sadness and sweet memories
visits me during that song
I will not say goodbye to them
my heart swells for the missed moments
as I take a deep breath and wonder
what will this new year bring
locking those memories in my heart
Christmas tree twinkles
ornaments shine
we're missing some
tears glisten
when I remember
12/31/2021
Another year has passed by me and so much different then the last
ever since this Covid March I have been living out my house arrest
no outward smiles to show my love, no hugs no squeezes for my kids
like a Citizen of good I understood but yes, I almost flipped my lid
with every day that passes by I dream of yesterday's good chide
though nature walks and social talks are good, I have been tried
heart and soul I miss my family and friends, this is my prayer
that the New Year will arrive, and be our dragon slayer ...
Another year another Auld Lang Syne, I'm longing for the wine
an open sign that says yes come in, restaurants where I can dine
a shopping mall, a dancing hall, filled up buses with a kiss n' ride
maskless faces in a world of wander, with happy people at my side
Another year has passed me by, and I'm waiting, by and by...
There is an auld laddie near Fife
who sought for himself a good wife.
As no one would have 'im
he retired to a cabin
and drinks Scotch every day of his life.
Sea serpents are very articulate in a vehicle. They can wind great needles displaying exemplorary skill and agility. Yet a wise whipping weed can weave a wave from thin air. Displays of a iridescent knowledge. In true form. And exact. Yet a painted bud can never be said to be natural. Simple falsification of the tins. To disguise truth and spray a rain of falsity's across a sky, a sea, an island. Mainly a motion. Caressed with walking wailing walls. In cities worldwide. How corrosive. How correctable. Haven is as happy as a newly born bean. Ink. Innermost. In. Inns. Interesting. But buttons are unwelcoming. Pallor place pigs. X
The horns are squeezed the bells ring out
Auld Lang Syne is sung, no one about
All gone to their homes, arm in arm they walk
A few bevies inside them, so they talk the talk.
Of how it will be this coming year
Money no object, no fighting or fear
Till they get home, something seems to snap
The dog is kicked, the wife gets a slap
The bevies have taken over, control is nought
Peace ever after, what a grand thought
No use trying to coax or chivvy when like this
Definitely stand away, don't get close for a kiss
He will blame it on a bad pint, same as last year
Makes you want to forget new year with all its fear
He needs to be locked up with a few likewise men
Bet he would never, beat his wife up again.
So all you men and women that drinks too much
this poem I hope your conscience will touch
Get a grip of yourself be a man keep off the beer
Give your family a break next new year
For all the abused women and children that fear holiday times
Penned 01/01/2015 by Seren Roberts
Contest : poems that received H.M. previously
I must forget
so as to replace
the face
on the streets,
without contempt.
Start the new
fresh and already accomplished.
christmas tree on curb
spruce needles, dry, brown
here, there, ornament
broken, on branch
tinsel strands flitter
in cold New Years wind
soon, city truck
department of sanitation
come and carry, take away
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