I feel cut off
from the world I wish
to reside in.
No walks
in the park with my sister
discussing literature
and men. No romanticism
from my mother.
The books my father read
were standard American
true crime.
I say not
Hogmanay, but when
I'm here, I imagine
walking like the others
with their fathers
or their brothers.
Does warmth
measured out
by greater transience
collect and spill?
Will my sister
understand?
I'll see her
at Christmas, a month
of my every year
for this crime
of existence.
Will love
grow warmer
as I'm missing him?
I think so.
I'm resilient.
I'll adjust.
I'm giving in.
Categories:
hogmanay, i miss you, international,
Form: Free verse
We went to romantic Scotland for our honeymoon on Hogmanay
Had no idea it was a rather special brunette-only-welcome kind of day
My husband tried to go into the lobby of the bed and breakfast twice.
He is Dane, and blonde, so they barred the door not twice, but thrice.
What is going on? I asked him, when he came back to bed, all mad.
No idea, he said, but they would not let me in. He acted kind of sad.
They kept yelling Hogmanay, and I have no idea what that means.
I ran down to find out, I was met with shrieks, whistles and screams.
Retrieved guidebook and looked up Hogmanay to see what I could see.
Superstition says day after December 31st your next visitor should be
A male with brunette hair, if you want to have any kind of luck.
We had chosen Scotland during Hogmanay. I had to say “Oh, Fruck!”
Categories:
hogmanay, travel,
Form: Rhyme
The swirl of the pipes
Playing in Hogmanay
In the cold crisp air
On this New Year’s Day
Out with 2020 what a year
We’ve had enough of it now
Bushfires and COVID 19
We can cry foul
In the years that follow
They will be sweet
2021 is here now
Let’s make life complete.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
hogmanay, new year,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Old Lang Syne meaningfully with gusto
Hogmanay celebrations in full swing
Revellers savour whiskeys afterglow
Watching square dancers doing highland fling
Laden snow clouds have accumulated
Inky heavens to sheer mountain ski top
As frozen misty hailstones enshrouded
onwards from midnight chimes, it did not stop
Mechanisation had ground to standstill
So stranded most where, no alarm to raise
Prompted mountaineers try to ski downhill
Technology cut off they did appraise
Happily acknowledging extra days
Revellers exclaimed jubilant hoorays
Oct 29 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
hogmanay, celebration, winter,
Form: Sonnet
Democracy!
A name which has suffered ignominy
A sound which has become ignoble
A song which can only be hummed.
Its hotchpotch has gone through hypothesis
And its effective cause of hostilities.
Democracy!
Turned to a hopscotch
Its teaching now in heresy with people's ideas
Its flaws becoming hobby-horse in hogmanay
Higgledy-piggledy it becomes in the city,
'Cos its heyday is gone.
Democrazy it is in the hands of exponents
Like a shy with its helmsmen.
Democracy!
A noble man with no esteem
Principle with no privileges for all
Exciting story with a sad denouement
A deodorant full of irritation
Beauty, but ephemeral.
Categories:
hogmanay, confusion, corruption, crazy,
Form: Free verse
It's Hogmanay the 31st
Only alchahol to quench the thirst
Its time again for the new year plan
Let's start the calendar with a bang
Resolutions, solutions and promises
Each with their own their always is
But the secret, the key to achieve
Is to think and choose realistically
Epiphanies and life style choices
Are often mistaken to easily anew
Only the true, genuine and determined
Are the successors who make it through
What I'm trying to say is don't set the bar too high
Without real commitment your limits are not the sky
Don't fill yourself up with false hopes and lies
Such as desires far to hard to try
Categories:
hogmanay, celebration, deep, desire, meaningful,
Form: Acrostic
Always used to confuse
Pedestrians with presbyterians
Understandable I suppose
Given my limited vocabulary
Watch out presbyterian crossing
ahead
Certainly some caution justified
Wouldnt want to run one over
There'd be bagpipes at the funeral
And one less at the Hogmanay
Categories:
hogmanay, satire
Form: Free verse
Ice
Cold
Water
Frozen pond
Winter shrubs and trees
Red berries against snow white boughs
Village folk from all around bring their skates and laughter
Celtic music fills the air, as soon the green becomes a fair, and welcomes New Year in
Categories:
hogmanay, nature, people, seasons, new
Form: Fibonacci