Confetti dreams floating away
An innocence again is crushed
Under the weight of the fall
Countdowns to unconsciousness
Filled in flutes of sorrow
As the masses mimic cheer
Confessions secretly stored
Under wraps of indesgression
Carried out the door
Self inflicted suffrage
Abandons another war
Anxious the path's unearthed
Repentant intemperance subverts
Categories:
countdowns, birth, celebration, death,
Form: Free verse
The beginning of anything,
Or the start of something new.
Tonight is the night,
She will make a grand debut.
There will be glasses filled
With champagne.
And at midnight as she arrives.
All over the world,
A toast will be made.
She brings with her so much
Opportunity for each.
For some it may be love, money or
Success.
And for others, it's a new lesson she will teach.
So as we gather and wait, the crowd cheers and the countdowns
Begun.
A few moments later....... HAPPY NEW YEARS ACROSS THE WORLD TO EVERYONE!
GOD BLESS 2016.
Categories:
countdowns, change, eve, future, new
Form: Rhyme
Yours; I’m yours! Today’s the day;
No more countdowns, No time to delay;
Yours? - Too early to reflect; to doubt –
Doubt! - I have none; of this I am sure;
But Yours? To be owned! No to belong -
To be cherished, be wanted, be loved;
If this is to be yours, then I want to belong,
And yes I long to be cherished,
And more, much more, to be loved;
For if I am yours then you are mine,
Reflected, a mirror, yours, mine, the same;
Black, white, Ying, Yang; coupled –
You and I ‘a couple’; Joined; Yours?
Yours – Yes I become yours today;
There is no doubt, no need to pause;
Look upon me now, for forever, I am yours.
Categories:
countdowns, love
Form: Verse
When may one say a long time has passed?
After a year, five years, ten?
We each count time on foreign-made clocks,
On sunsets and rises, on appointments and schedules.
Skin remolds itself until there are no molds lefts,
Muscles and bones have expiration dates
Heartbeats are not drums for your amusement
They are countdowns.
Or is it possible there is no time at all?
History’s author writes too fast to tell.
Can we ever know each other?
Can we ever know ourselves?
Categories:
countdowns, mystery, philosophy, time, time,
Form: Free verse