Long December 31 Poems
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Perfect angels, created before man walked the earth,
eons of time before Lord Jesus Christ was given birth.
Protectors of lowly ones, those who need tender care,
can trust in angels, for they are near us everywhere.
They are adorned in immaculate robes of purest white,
wings of ethereal beauty hover around us in the night.
By day they keep a vigilant watch on righteous mankind
watching, ever guarding against demons who seek to blind.
Guard us from temptations that lead us to do wrong.
When we pray for help, we're rewarded with their song.
Their melodious voices are ones we cannot hear, and yet,
I'm sure the sound of their chanting we would never forget.
Seraphs, cherubs, and all the messengers who serve God,
those myriads upon myriads who await his approving nod.
I pray for the protection of angels as they watch over me.
Beneath their wings I will be safe, now and for all eternity.
~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~ ~o~
December 31st, 2015
Angels Contest ~ Sponsored by Nayda I. Negron
Artist wannabe
I’d love to look the part
Feel and act the pro
Feel it deep within
Imbued with inspiration
Exploding with creativity
Living the life of a hermit
Ploughing through it
Or dancing through it
Not bound by rules or confines
One day I know
I’ll shed this heavy cloak
And live the way I’ve dreamt
Abandon all possessions
Become the butterfly
I was always meant to be
Freed from shackles
Just create create create
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on December 31, 2018 for contest MY LOUDEST FEELINGS sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 2ND
thick hair, no hair, wow
young man, then older man now ...
it snuck up on us
3/18/2023
Poetry form: Senryu
Photo credits: Billion Photos via Canva Pro
At times like this, I'm drawn to the lyrics of "A Hazy Shade of Winter," written by Paul Simon and recorded and released by Simon & Garfunkel in 1966:
"...Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter ..."
Also, in reply to you grammarians out there who feel you know the definitive answer to the modern English mystery of sneaked vs snuck, please consider the following Mirriam Webster "Words at Play" article entitled "'Sneaked' or 'Snuck': Which is correct?" It reads in part: "Over the past 120-odd years "snuck" has become by some estimations the more common past tense form in the US. Some people object to the sneaky upstart - especially speakers of British English - but it appears regularly and without commentary in respected publications on both sides of the pond." There's more information in the article, especially how "snuck" sneaked into the language. It's pretty sneaky. ;) merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/snuck-or-sneaked-which-is-correct
I also have a poetic license, which expires on Friday, December 31, 9999, that allows me to use whatever word suits me at any given moment. It really comes in handy during moments like this. You really ought to consider obtaining such if you don't already have one. ;)
Tempus Fugit - Cheers!
December 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 22
Key Verse– Revelation 22:1 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WATER OF LIFE
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so pure and clear as crystal
Thank You for enabling me to yield fruits surely immortal
I come to Your throne, my prayer-portal
With my healed soul, rescued from hell that’s verily fatal.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so powerful in healing me from curse of sinfulness
Thank You for letting me see Your face by faith’s pureness
I submit to Your altar midst servanthood meekness
With my humble heart, acknowledging Your highness.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so bright with Your light
Thank You for allowing me to worship You by Your wisdom’s insight
I stay in Your faithfulness, truthfully right
With my blissful state, upheld by Your blessedness’ might.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so convicting along Your book’s prophecy
Thank You for commending me of my work’s diligent persistency
I possess Your seal, confirming Your salvation mercy
With my justified condition imputed by Your pardon’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so omnipotent in Your Alpha and Omega reign
Thank You for inviting me to enter into Your gates of divine terrain
I cling to Your power devoid of any selfish gain
With my willing obedience, never vain.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so loving with Your forgiving
Thank You for revealing to me Your Word for jubilant reviving
I testify about Your goodness and blessings I am receiving
With my cheerful heart, inspired by spiritual thriving.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so holy in Your virtue-bestowment
Thank You for changing me toward character-development
I wait for Your coming while victorious in my ministry involvement
With my vibrant disposition for Your prosperous New Year-endowment.
December 31, 2023
*VIDEO of San Francisco by Scott McKenzie, Cheers to Tony Bennett.
City of Hearts and Home by the Bay
Day star's mist yields to its grip of a bridge,
Span steel strands, harp-like, golden tags a smidge,
Light drapes the streetcars, up and down the hills,
Chimes, mass speeches, music, and painted stills,
Juggling pantomimes, street fair atmosphere,
Haight and Ashbury crossing yesteryear,
Fisherman's Wharf nearby Pier 39,
Seafood platters and fine dining with wine,
Downtown Union Square, lunching alfresco,
Market Street, Tiffany's, a Broadway show,
San Franciscans, whenever we're in Rome,
Ideal for some, but we call this home.
2022 December 31
*2nd Place*
Take Me There
~~Margarita Lillico: Judged 2023 January 21
*RZ & HMS.
It is December 31, the last day of the year.
The nighttime sky is dark, but quite clear.
In Times Square, there is a lighted ball.
The New Year arrives when it makes its fall.
Despite the freezing cold, there is a huge crowd.
They count down the final seconds very loud.
Finally, in New York, it is 2008.
Everyone wishes each other tidings great.
While I walked around Times Square earlier in the day,
I was looking up at billboards a little to my dismay.
There was Nissan, Nikon, and Panasonic on display.
Honda and Toyota cars drove by me today.
How many of you were around on VJ Day?
Most of us are too young to remember 1945.
Very few of us who were around are still alive.
Who has seen the picture in Life Magazine,
where a sailor kissed his woman, and made a scene?
This leaves me to ask with interrogative candor:
From all I see today, who really won the war?
A cat sits on a chair
and hovers over me
as I lie in bed.
It’s December 31st
as a soft rain falls.
As I get up
I ask myself
if this is
an ending or beginning.
I’ve been back in town
full-time for five years
but embrace memories
of highways travelled
throughout the Midwest
when I worked
for road construction crews.
Now I’m left with my poems.
Bare limbs in the yard next door
wave and dance in the wind
beneath the cover of grey skies.
The cat brushes against me and mews
and I know it wants to be fed.
I take it downstairs
and fill a dish on the floor.
It eats in the kitchen while I call
my older cousin and we peer
into our younger lives.
When asked I said
if given the chance
I say
I’d live my life again.
Outside the window
rain has turned to snow
and the dormant yard
bears the change of weather.
I love nature in Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring,
and to each flower, leaf, tree, creature my eyes cling;
I adore the bird songs and each fluttering wing,
and find my heart, soul and spirit in . . everything.
Oh . . . the wind in the trees is forever purring,
the insects and butterflies are ever stirring.
Even a bee is so lovely- oh please don't . . sting!
When I am free in nature I just want to sing !
________________________
December 31, 2019
Written for the contest, First Time Here - Monorhyme
sponsor, William Kekaula, First Place
Submitted into the contest, Your Best Monorhyme
sponsor, MILTON HANKINS
In heaven where God dwells is not just my dream destination
For I trust that by faith, there will I surely abide eternally
Located yon the firmament toward worshipful praise
So crystal clear midst holiness’ glow
Devoid of any corruption trace.
Heaven is my dream destination of the Lord’s assurance
Since such is the best place after physical death
Indeed, glorious of magnificent amenities
It is God’s house with many mansions*
On streets of gold and pearly gates.
Illuminated by Providence-light makes my dream destination radiant
Always jubilant, as well as vibrant along triumphant forever
There, warm fellowship delights every immortal heart
As serenity, compassion, mercy and grace abound
Midst perfection, flawlessly bright.
In my dream destination, the King of kings does reign in His majesty
Championing well-being in His peaceful victory against any woe
For evil is conquered by kindness of omnipotent goodness
While saints are gathered, ransomed by His redemption
And there, peace prevails, exuding joyous love.
*John 14:1-2 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
December 31, 2025
The homeless are not unskilled.
The homeless are not unlearned.
The homeless are not indolent.
The homeless are not lackluster.
The homeless are not those unready to embrace the dawn.
The homeless are not hesitant to walk into the daylight.
The homeless are not feeble or sleep-drunk.
They are not oblivious to the voice that speaks in the tranquil night.
The homeless are not afraid to journey into the unknown.
They are not uncalled or undesirous of a new beginning.
They are not frail-gifted.
They are the unprivileged.
They are those who have faced unfortunate circumstances.
They are the voiceless.
They are armed but unshielded.
They are a dim light waiting to shine.
They are those in the depths of the stygian night.
They are those seeking the stars to illuminate their long night.
December 31, 2025.