Long New year Poems
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On December 7, 2013 a bomb blast killed former Lebanese Minister, Mohammad Chatah and several others. Less than an hour ago, another bomb blast took place in the Dahieh area in Beirut. My husband is away....my daughter is out at a friend's house, and I'm sick to my stomach of not knowing......where is safe, where can we go? This is the latest Post on FB by a student of mine showing a picture of the explosion. "New Year....New Bomb."
I'm tired of this. I'm tired of the rest of the world turning a blind eye. I'm tired of feeling guilty because I'm in my nice warm house and there are Syrian refugees living in tents. There are little children dying of the cold. I'm tired of hearing of the blood of martyrs being spilled. I'm tired of hoping and wishing for peace for this country and knowing....it will NEVER be. I'm tired.
I'm tired of reliving fear. Tired of worrying about the safety of my brother who lives in the downtown area where all the political figures have their mansions. I'm tired of hearing him talking about some embedded glass shard working its way out of the skin of his face...even now. He and his wife were injured in the bomb blast that killed Prime Minister Rafic Hariri years ago, scarring their faces for life.
I'M TIRED OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM TIRED...
Eileen M Ghali
I have but this one wish for the next year,
to improve my poetic writing skill;
finding the best of words to bring a tear,
pray my pen will find the right words to spill.
To improve my poetic writing skill,
so important for my journey forward;
finding the best of words to bring a tear,
I will pen of nature, flowers, or bird.
So important for my journey forward,
I have a dream but I need a good team;
I will pen of nature, flowers, or bird,
my team- poets old and poets who dream.
I have a dream but I need a good team,
will study writings and style of the old;
my team- poets old and poets who dream,
asking poets for inspiration gold.
Will study writings and style of the old,
finding the best of words to bring a tear;
asking poets for inspiration gold,
I have but this one wish for the next year.
What’s going on these days~
Is the world flip flopping on its side?
It’s the fashion of the day
To declare how we’re offended
No matter what was said
Or what we imagine was intended
We’ll put a twist on things
With much drama and sensation
Now it’s offensive to say happy holidays
Purists put up a stink
Get their nose out of joint
Their panties twisted in a knot
Offensive or not I fully intend
To continue spewing tidings and warm wishes
I’ll say happy holidays to everyone I meet
From early December on through the month
It comes from a place of love
A feeling of brotherly kindness
And sharing a mood of happiness
A hope for living in the moment
To appreciate all that’s wondrous
Happy Holidays means go be joyous
Enjoy every single moment
Of this lovely season
May your heart be filled
With cheerfulness and bliss
Like that of a child’s
Singing exuberantly
Putting up the Christmas tree
Setting up the nativity scene
Baking pies and cookies
Reaching out to family
Getting together with friends
Stirring happy memories
Happy holidays to you!
Happy happy happy holidays to all!
What’s all the buildup about?
A MERRY CHRISTMAS
To one and all
And a very HAPPY NEW YEAR
To everyone !
AP: 1st place 2020
January welcomes a new year,
still dressed in bright suits.
Shy January brings new expectations but also fear.
We dream about a new life,
we try to find out about new routes.
Freezing mornings cut our skin with a sharp knife.
We keep driving on a fast road, we should stop and change our suits, ready to play and enjoy in the snow.
A blank diary is waiting for us to write on. Write slow, contemplate the beauty of the grey dark days when they are born.
Write the words the wind blows to your ears, don't mourn about the lost scenes you missed out, don't fall appart in tears,
January writes a new page in your diary with no doubt
2018 - nothing new here
He sits
slumped in his corner
weary, battered, bruised,
but not beaten.
He has survived,
studied this craft,
this art of living,
these cycles of change.
He has tasted the acrid,
bitter sting of defeat,
soft warmth
of victory’s vanity,
both fleeting plateaus.
He sees
through puffy eyes
another adversary
youthful, inexperienced,
unblemished by struggle.
He taps gloves,
nods to this new opponent,
knows that the object
is not to defeat him,
but to teach him,
that victory is a feeble friend,
defeat a melancholy mistress.
The bell will ring,
the ball will fall
the crowd will roar
the dance begin anew.
John G. Lawless
©12/29/2017
This is now my unofficial Poetry Soup Blog.
I know you're only supposed to post poetry here,
but as far as I can tell,
I can blog here as well
as long as my blog rhymes poetically to the reader's ear.
So check back here now and then occasionally.
I may have announcements to share for all of you to read,
but I'll post these blog announcements poetically.
That should justify my posting a Soup Blog
in a space that is most strictly reserved to log
all kinds of styles of all kinds of poetry.
If I have any new news that needs to be released
I'll leave this web address posted on my last posted poetry piece.
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12/03/ 2009 -
I have deleted the following pieces from my postings.
Thank You Bird Of Prey & A Pale Male Tale.
I also have revised a couple of postings.
Pale Male's First Love & In Loving Memory Of Pale Male.
With both of those pieces I've eliminated the entire text
and substituted all of the text with a single web address.
Feel free to give them both a quick look see.
Do you think this is a good idea?
Your opinion matters to me.
In Loving Memory Of Pale Male> Site Under Construction
Pale Male's First Love> Site Under Construction
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12/12/2009 -
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown) Parts 1 & 2
will be deleted at the beginning of the New Year
so you might want to give it one last view.
It's a special Holiday poem that you may want to read.
I posted it with the hope that a fellow Souper might know the author's identity.
I know the author's name now, thanks to one Mr A. W. Nutter, aka Anthony.
The author's name is Michael Marks. I'll leave his web page address before I leave
so that fellow Soupers who join in the new year can also give him a read.
Michael Mark's "A Soldier's Christmas"
http://www.michaelmarks.com/asoldierschristm.html
Here's the web address also for Mr Nutter's Poetry, aka Anthony's Poetry.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=14459
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown)
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=185645
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To Continue Go To:
My Poetry Soup Blog, Part 2
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=192344
You told me once that you loved me
and that you would always be true
Just like a fool I believed you,
I changed my life to suit you.
Then just before Christmas you left me,
left me right here on my own
I'm moving on now you're nothing to me
I'm going to make it alone.
You're out of my life now forever
You're part of my past and I'm glad.
I don't think you ever loved me at all
now it's your turn to be sad
So I'm spending Christmas without you
I don't care where you might be
I'm making plans and they don't include you
Christmas means nothing to me.
I'll find someone who adores me
Someone who'll always be true.
It won't be easy I know for a fact
I'm still addicted to you
But I'm moving on now without you
somehow I'm going to be strong
I hope you're miserable out there alone
Coz that is just where you belong.
All I am wanting for Christmas
is for you to be nowhere around
Family and friends will be welcome to call
to share in the freedom I've found
But I hope that you keep your distance
I don't want to see you round here
Happily I will be waving good-bye
Merry Christmas and a Happy New year.
(I have a melody for this and it doubles up as a song - problem is that I can't sing and don't know what to do with it!!)
Form:
Journey Journal Page
NEW YEAR’S EVE 2023
For Ann
Here on the verge
The old year droops
With weary sighs
As distant highs
Fade in odd scoop
Can joy emerge?
Here on the verge
Last jigsaw piece
Old strains now fade
In a rough trade
A new life lease
Can cheer emerge?
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Bold thoughts emerge
With timely take
With anxious feel
With strange appea
With unsure stake
Here on the verge
Bold cheer emerge
A certain change
A new day brings
A new year springs
A cast most strange
Here on the verge
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On New Year’s Eve
Resolutions
Can spark new rhymes
Can slot in time
Can frame action
New flair, new gifts
On New Year’s Eve
Resolve to be
A better man
A time to plan
Just be happy
New flair, new gifts
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My dear darling
Hand-in-hand we
Walk our journey
Be most happy
As we can be
As good thoughts spring
My dear darling
Our life story
Unfolds lovely
Our chemistry
Simply, aptly
As kind thoughts bring
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Sing to the dawn
Happy New Year
A blank page here
To start good cheer
That now draws near
A lovely morn
Sing to the dawn
Let faith purge fear
Most crystal clear
As gracious cheer
Succeeds right here
A timely dawn
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2023
Singapore
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Dec. 12, 2018 for Eve Roper's Shape Poem Poetry Contest
Now for Line Gauthier's Shape of my Art poetry contest
I will be the Cricket World Cup Champion in 2024.
Though I know nothing, even of a simple score...
I'll do Sirsasana (yoga on the head pose).
At my collapse, I will touch the ground with my nose...
What if I wear my undergarments upside down?
Yeah, my torn touser might make the moralists frown...
My dealings with people may be like those of cats.
I don't know yet; they'd be scared of me like house rats...
Crying Competitions I will conduct with friends.
Less sadness there will be, but, surely, more nonsense...
'Fight for fun' will occupy a part of each day.
Friends will be free to fight with bray or bubble spray.
All Fools Day will adorn each morning like fresh dew.
though, as the day goes by, it will stay out of view.
Fun and frolic will be components of the year.
Each and every moment must be a bomb of cheer.