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The old year leaves us pushed aside
as the clock strikes midnight hour
leaving behind the hopes and aspirations
of us mere mortal souls
Look back not with regret
for it is done and dusted
The New Year arrives with a bang
all eyes watching the count down
as the minutes tick down
a collective holding of breath
Now we pit our hopes and dreams
on the days and months ahead
make promises and grand plans
funny how we never learn
The same each year soon forgotten
as life catches up with us
caught up in the now, promises forgot
Look back not with regret
for it is done and dusted
Happy New Year everyone may your wishes come to fruition xox
The first drink is to calm the shakes
The second one to help erase
This retched life that I can't face
All because of my drinking days
The third one to take off the edge
The forth is more to help forget
All I said and all I did
When I downed that one drink left
The fifth makes me foolishly think I can
The sixth helps slur what words are left
Where all of this will end up at
Word to the wise, don't place your bets
The seventh turns into a cry for help
While the eighth one helps itself
On the ship that has set sail
Upon this demon liquids constant swell
After nine I can't remember why
Ten to see I'm legally blind
After all of this you would think I'd find
A better way to spend my time
IT SUCKS
Social distancing the horrific curse.
Covid two thousand ninety-nine
bringing off and on quarantine.
Desolation - isolation entwined
It sucks.
Social bond turning adverse.
Strict restriction on lock down
In vain hope for hasty count down
Humans turning selfish or clown.
It sucks.
Home confinement to embarrass.
Socio -economy surreal
Enthusiasm, on burial.
Life practical, actions virtual
It sucks.
Global progress gets worse.
Innocent public on isolation
No permanent solution
Sinking in abyss of depression
It sucks.
When covid patient suffers
If hostile be neighbors
Hospitals do not favor
Patient not cared! To die! Whatever
It sucks.
08/13/20
'It Sucks' Contest by Kai Michael Neumann
The ancient Romans named the first month in their Julian calendar January, in honor of Janus, their God of doors and gates, his month was thought to be the door to the new year. And for over two thousand years hence, the world has celebrated each birth of a new year upon the first day of January. It's a time of joyous anticipation, hoping for better times ahead contemplating a brand-new fresh start. And so, on its eve, people party to forget the past year and make short-lived resolutions for the new year coming, vowing to improve their lives in little ways. In the northern hemisphere January comes draped in a soft shall of fluffy white snow, while in the southern hemisphere, She dons a leafy gown of emerald green. Her arrival is counted down to the second, with grandiose pageantry and unrestrained revelry. And mothers compete to have their babies born upon the stroke of midnight as crowds all around the world count down, for it is considered an honor to be born precisely at the start of the new year. All babies born in the month of January share birthstones of fiery garnets, and birth-flowers of sweet carnations, symbolizing both constancy and beauty. January bids December adieu with a song of Auld Lang Syne.
December counts down
January approaches
birth of a new year
(Haibun)
12/06/2019
December or January Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
An old year is slowly winding down
Where every minute and second count
Don’t hold our breath, just count down
Gently and slowly. A new year, a new bout
Is coming down the aisle, while an old year
Is disappearing or evaporating in the air
An old year is gone, an old year is out
A brand new day is in, please let’s not shout
Be happy, be jolly, and be ecstatic for now
Please let’s not be as loud as a hungry cow
We must move on, we must go forward
Let’s not look back and let’s not step backward
A new year is present in the atmosphere
Life is not fair, life is sometimes unfair
Let’s be positive and let’s hope for the best
Let’s be fair and let’s start caring for the rest
Life is not easy. Life is not static.
Life can be wonderful and dynamic
An old year is being chased, that’s natural
And a new year is approaching like a jackal
That’s a phenomenon. A new decade is here too
This is the beginning of something special and anew
An old year is gone. It’s now history. It’s now the past
Time is never slow. Time always runs fast, very fast
Like the last poem of the old decade
And the new poem which will enjoy the new shade.
Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
As I fly through the air hanging on for dear life,
I can’t help but see my life flash before my eyes.
I see scenes from childhood, long before I met my wife,
And I can’t help but wonder, “Have I always had big thighs?”
Anyway, let’s get back to the story at hand,
Which involves a wonderful lesson about giving.
This story is a message about where one may stand
On the Spirit of Christmas and how we are living.
Too many people take for granted this great season.
They think Christmas is only about receiving gifts.
People should give for a completely different reason.
It’s not about the presents, but the spirits they lift.
Take, for example, a little girl in school
Who has always felt as though she never fit in.
All it takes is one compliment from those she thinks are cool
To lift her spirits and warm her heart from within.
Or what about the dying man who has no one
Who volunteers his time every single weekend?
He chooses to spend his life helping others have fun
Rather than count down the days until his untimely end.
I go all the way around the world once a year
Delivering dreams to the good and hope to the bad.
The one thing I see that most people seem to fear
Is living a life that they wish they never had.
Whatever life we live is what was meant to be,
And we must remember that there’s a reason we’re here.
If we think of others first, it’s possible we’ll see
A world in which we never shed another tear.
Better slow down.
Better still, just sit and hush.
On the road to kingdom come
It doesn't pay to rush.
As you race through those canyons
Of concrete and steel,
Don't fall for a fast one
And slip beneath the wheel.
Slow it down.
Slow it down and take your time.
Count down to one from ninety-nine.
Then just count on down,
And count on down,
And count on down again.
What's your hurry?
You must come to realize
Your tour guide is a charlatan,
A celebrity of lies.
With his Hollywood savvy
He offers a deal;
Mere yellow brick gold dust.
Don't slip beneath the wheel.
Lay it down.
Lay it down and dream awhile.
Just let your lover see you smile.
Then go lay it down,
And lay it down,
And lay it down again.
Better slow down.
Better yet, just stop and think
Will your faith in love endure
Your ego’s weakest link?
It’s a hard life that tests us,
A rugged ordeal.
Take care you don't stumble
And slip beneath the wheel.
When the panic attacks first started, I brushed them off.
At first, I would feel shocked and surprised by them.
But surprisingly able to stand after.
And even run out of my car so I’m not late.
It’s only a few minutes.
Maybe a couple times a day.
Or three, or whatever.
Yes, sure, I have time.
When I started blacking out, it felt even shorter.
And I could just count down until I gently went under.
But it’s easy enough to recover.
I won’t let them take over my life.
Even as it gradually gets worse.
It’s funny how I didn’t think of the damage it would do.
Over a few weeks and then months.
Until it became slowly more unbearable.
Maybe I’m not that strong after all.
my world took a nosedive with your words
there is an indefinite pause now
all i hear is air and movement in the blackness
since the catastrophe of your complex sentences,
i constructed a cage made of icy tears
i created keys that can only be used once
i put myself in said cage and placed the keys in the furthest corner
my eyes focus on said keys
it is then that i imagine you walking back through the door painted blue and blood red
i never count down the days
i never count down the nights
i simply treasure the many memories that we etched in infinity
only you can free me from my self made imprisonment
until that time comes, i will continue pray that special, particular ascension
Once I'm gone
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even those who are in history books
the Kings writers and famous cooks
The gorgeous people with talent and looks
They too in the end fade away
Don't get me wrong it's all okay
We might try to hold on but none of us can stay
All have a bit part
on this watery ball of granite and clay
Some are calm others make waves
One smooth skinned another shaves
She loves him while he's attracted to Dave
They both pretend because they have to behave
Each in their own prison living like a slave
The preacher too plays his part
trying to find people to save
Some couples love from the start till death
She breathes in he exhales her breath
Their children thrive Bobby and Beth
While some mothers go it alone
Daddies leave and are never known
Children left to learn life from a smart phone
Some chase riches when other just want to eat
Walking on pretty shoes while poor men have cracked feet
The music plays so clearly yet we fail to hear the beat
So I wonder what's it all for
This wanting more and more
Is that really God knocking at our door
Yes it is I believe it at my core
So why do we leave it closed
Maybe because we fear our sins will be exposed
a life manicured and posed
could be unfroze
Freedom from each prison chose
Instead why not drink from the garden hose
Wear our humanity
discard these labeled clothes
Count down the future with fingers and toes
Within a momentary breath each spirit goes
As minds open each heart then grows
What happens next only God knows!