Long New year Poems
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As far as years go , it wasn't the best
and I , for one, am glad to lay it to rest.
Too many we loved, we lost somehow,
so time to say farewell to the old year now.
Oh please be kind, New Year, we all pray.
Don't take any more of our loved ones away.
A year off from sadness would be welcome here
but it will probably be more of the same we fear.
Too many lost, too much grief to bear.
We pray in this new year, that better we'll fare.
No death , no sadness, a little reprieve.
No new souls lost for which we must grieve.
We say goodbye to the year and we hope
that there'll be less sadness with which we must cope.
Off you go now old year, your time here is done
as the clock strikes twelve and the new has begun.
Any plans for the coming year?
Being a lonely child at heart
Can take me back from the start
Dear Lord, let me make things clear.
Enough is enough. No more sorrows
Fear, fights, foes. They are so shallow
Grant me one wish. That’s all I need
Happy New Year by the way.
I wish for brighter days
Joy, Love, my career, bliss. Indeed
Kindness is all I wish for
Luck, logic, laughter and much more…
Mastering my memories is a gift
Not presents, sweets or something I can buy
Ok, you really want to know why?
Presents last quickly. Memories do not
Qualitative research is more like it
Regarding how to spend time with your mates
Some blokes simply scream for useless stuff
Therefore, their wish would not be granted,
Ugly witches would have their thoughts haunted,
Vicious masterminds would always bluff
When they call their own bluff on Christmas.
Should xylophones be played during Mass?
Yes or no? Seems to be a good question.
Zoning out now. I’m going to sleep
You may not be able to get blood out of a stone,
But if you can remember back to your childhood,
Chances are you will know to get joy out of one.
Remember the different sound different stones brought,
As you listened expectantly for the plop,
While trying to keep just far enough away,
To avoid getting wet,
And getting on the wrong side of Mum,
Yet still managing a giggle if you or your playmate get surprised by a stone Making a bigger splash and an even bigger wet patch,
On a new suit clothes.
Remember too trying to count the ripples from the plonk of the stone,
To see if your stone got more ripples
Than your playmate got.
Or you may remember when you found a good patch of flat stones,
And skipped them across the water,
Which was more of a challenge,
Than just plonking or bombing,
With the most skips giving better bragging rights,
And something you could whisper to Dad about,
When Mum was out of the room,
You have even enticed Mum to join in when camping by the river,
If the rest of the family were all skimming stones together
If you have not forgotten the simple joys from simple toys,
Chances are your credit card will be free of blood,
And reading the balance owing in the new year,
Should not ruffle any feathers,
Or disturb the sounds of joy that is abundant within the household.
Oh how I wish I didn't suffer from temporary amnesia,
But thank god it is only temporary,
And I have not lost my common sense.
Fingertips and spider webs
Walking neath the canopy
Dusk collects the view
Underforest tapestries
Shelter me and you
Shadows long and framed in red
Crimson wishes flow
Beams of light this filtered scene
Nature comes to show
Dancing open in the trees
Invisible to touch
Lost again, yet ever real
Felt within so much
Beckon, sun of setting dreams
Contours fade the haze
Promises in violet cast
Spoken twilight gaze
Fingertips and spider webs
Darkness sings the skies
Footprints come a weary path
Midnight whispered sighs
Affections rustle sleeping leaves
Breaths of calming wind
Till the dawn returns the day
And we begin again
Good night Soupers
See you again next Tuesday
Happy New Year to everyone!
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Christmas was sadly over, then New Years Eve started calling,
parties at papa Joe's, singing and dancing, the snow was falling
Party hats, confetti and balloons, such a dream come true,
me sipping on cheap grape juice with my cousin Betty Sue.
Running around in circles to old songs from nineteen sixty five,
my favorite memory is when my favorite Auntie Ivy would arrive!
She'd cut my favorite chocolate cake with gramma's heirloom knife
not knowing as an adult that Eve would the worst day of my life.
The day started out fine, but I had a feeling that would change,
my sister had been depressed and her mood was very strange.
I dropped her off at the mall near by trusting she would come home,
but since that night my life has changed, I would forever be alone.
Calling her...Calling her...I kept calling her...over and over again,
at exactly three o'clock, I knew I would never see my best friend.
Days flew..weeks...months...oh how much did I cry and grieve,
As a child I'd never guessed how much I'd dislike New Years Eve.
Date Written: February 26, 2016
Here is a new beginning,
at the red mouth of the river,
overlooking the ripple of dark waters
that floats the recent past
beneath the mottled stone bridge
and into the ocean of ancient seas
On this, the first day of the great year,
from the arc of the bridge,
I saw all seasons disappear.
And the reasons for happiness,
come reckoning with good fortune.
While releasing the old ways,
as if they were leaves, drifting downstream
I have seen my own reflection,
and the acceptance of the light,
slicing through the dreaming water,
resolving my old misfortunes,
until they are dissolved into the rust of the silt
So, here I am, once again,
under the tilt of the moon,
on this 15th day of light,
The candles flickering, with gentle flames,
calling my name.
Each an exquisite reminder,
that we can start again.
Beckoning me to start anew...
so that I will part with old pages
that drift away with old years,
beneath the bridge I have walked across...
lit by parchment lanterns,
and the arc of light from the moon's infinite heart
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1/30/15 Inspired by Chinese Lanterns
For Deb's "Chinese New Year" Contest
Hope to stay awake
until midnight this New Years Eve
Not to watch the fireworks
but ignite a spark of inspiration
The first blank chapter of the year
with fresh New Year's resolutions
for the future of tomorrow
My list is not a long one:
I'm not asking for an easier life
but patience and strength
Don't eat chocolate
when I can't sleep at night
- and ask who ate it up
the following day
I will close each day positively,
before I kiss you goodnight
Fade to the back
Dreaded memories
Ascend to no man’s land
Where no one knows you
Where no one recognize the past
That imprisoned them
It is a new year
Time to look beyond the faults
Of yesteryear
No one lives there anymore
The blanket of comfort has lost its shine
Don’t be fooled by your thoughts and feelings
Try something new-fangled
Just to change your frame of mind
An innovative outcome deserves a diverse approach
Don’t be stuck in that space where comfort becomes your prison
‘Cause it is all you’ve ever known
Things will remain the same
Those memories will remain your prison
Be the change - start today
©220120141455
December a month in the year end
A fine season of festivals and gifts
Dreaming about what Santa sends?
All days towards new year move swiftly.
One more December in the form of a flower
We all call it December flower
Only it grows in December ever
We through out the year hover
Lovely, thin, bulb like flower
In colours of lavender, yellow, pink, orange &white
Light as feather, adds a touch of beauty to the beholder
In the evenings with cool breeze they swing in their own might
This December flower is the star flower of the month
Adds a dose of zing to the happy Jingles
The mood of joy and English rose is to the power of tenth
A cute colourful flower makes all dance along with the jingles.
Not epic nor disastrous, a life mediocre
A trait that followed me down to the crypt
Expressions neutral, a good face for poker
Like everything about me, nondescript
I'm sure I could be out committing crimes
Who could describe my median brand
But after years gone by and passing times
I just wade in the plain and the bland
To people I've met before, I say hello
They seem confused, they don't remember
Now they don't have to pretend they know
I say nothing, and wait for December
One more unremarkable year gone by
Will a new year bring excitement or change
Is there something new I should say, or try
Odd how being ordinary feels so strange
So while people look at me and draw a blank
They can get up over the words they tripped
I smile politely, wave them on, heart sank
And be on my humdrum way, nondescript
March 21, 2023
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