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Getting ready for a New Years chin dig
I purchased a new fancy schmancy wig
and bubbly for chilling;
I'm ready and willing
to pare, next year I'll be lank as a twig
Santa needs a break from the Holiday
the left overs echo in the fridge, oh Hey!
the turkey is wasted
his eye balls are basted
Merry Eggnog to all now get out of my way
Pop goes the bottle and in goes the booze
its time to party don't snooze or you lose
fetch me a drink
fast as a blink
bubble me up, please don't sing me the blues
Jopple Jim slim feeling kind of perplexed
he wasn't invited and now he is vexed
crack open a bottle
go to full throttle
send him his invite by crook or by text
Dec. 27, 2018
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Should old acquaintances
be forgot
Fear not dear fellowship
of extended family and
still but close estranged friends
Since alas last we met as we
do on Old New Year's Eve again
Sigh not as surely rotten circumstances will surely draw
us back together
Under the guise of one this
fragile life's most
cruelest of intentions
When we are forced to gather
each and every one of us
adorned dressed in sullen
black
To so called feign celebrate
the untimely death and passing
of a certain someone
We cared enough so much
about throughout our life
We felt duty bound to appear
amongst the many mourners
here today
Because you yourself quite
well know that if death was
on the other foot
And it was you not their
remains being lowered
into a shallow grave
They would be doing exactly
the same are you are now
Stood teary eyed with hands
firmly pressed behind said
back head tilted downward
to six below ground zero abyss
Gladly wishing and willing
to take your place instead
The topic toast and boast
of old acquaintance
Gone but not to be forgotten
Come strike the countdown
clock
Of next years
Old new years eve
Oh what a predicament as we sped through the night,
A whole train stretched behind us without a single light,
And through the thin walls we could plainly hear
The threats being shouted from both front and rear.
The long blonde squaddie, whose name I can’t recall
Nervously panicked because he’d caused it all.
An urgent call of nature on a compartmented train
Solved by opening a window to pass water in the rain;
But he removed a fitted bulb, modesty being his plan
And fused the whole lot behind with a very loud bang
Leading to this very tense and worrying situation
As the train drew ever nearer to Victoria Station.
One hell of a fizzer for damaging a train,
Maybe another for peeing in the rain,
The trouble only worsening after release
From the railway to the military police.
And maybe, on top, some demotion
For having caused such commotion.
When it arrived thank the lord much confusion arose
As we hit the platform running and away on our toes
As from behind we heard a very loudly voice say
That’s where they went as he pointed the wrong way;
So we mingled with the crowd having slowed to a walk
And joining in freely with all the discontented talk.
The gods must have smiled on us to allow us to go
To celebrate in Trafalgar Square and later on in Soho.
We all joined hands there in the crowded square
To sing Auld Lang Syne with those gathered there.
A night to remember, New Years Eve 1964
All much too old now for such excitement any more.
An unexpected winfall did come our way,on festive season
able to spoil family and friends,which gave us much pleasure.
A freezing England was not to be had,Egypt bound for the New Year.
Arriving in Sharm New Years Eve,brand new to Egyptian culture
falling to some of the wolves that prey on the vulnerable.
Three days of hell in our first hotel,until were transfered
to what seemed paradise, the restart of our holiday.
The meeting of Kylie,an English business woman,proved our angel
bonded immediately,her third time in Egypt and put on right track.
Inseperable throughout the duration,adventurous,wide knowledged.
Although narrowly avoiding drowning,whilst snorkling ;)
Be it lazing on the beach,or quad biking in the desert
everyday be a pleasure to wake,rising sun,eclipsing the mountains.
Just a touch cold at times,my Skinbob had thermals at hand ;)
A fort night of relaxing, pleasureable heat,woke up in England, 2 feet of snow.
We have found a true friend in Kylie Harry,sheesha and sambukka`s soon. xx
*Image of Cherokee Piper, Four-seater single engine by Wilkie.
Lifetime Get-A-Way, A Survivors Tale
It is nineteen-eighty new years eve in less than two days,
that said--this turned a fourteener syllabic lined poem,
fourteener set of rhyming-lined poems--to paraphrase,
I had worked with his wife long before I got to know him.
Now Ruby carried on but stayed in the same line of work.
We kept in touch ever since I purchased her dad's cabin.
She said her ardent pilot spouse needed an hourly perk.
As he already owned the plane we just need some gas in.
Fundamentally, Alan purchased, Cherokee Piper,
Four-seater single engine without a pilot license,
Probable in California, but naught a car ... harder,
He's flying days only, that induces a lot of sense?
Our itinerary is, Livermore, California,
to Barstow, California--a hole, fill-up only then,
The Grand Canyon to Ruby's hotel chain, euphoria,
Cliffside cabin, wine & dine and film at Rangers station.
Phoenix, Alan's cop friend drove us to Scottsdale to my Suite
Hilton, north to a western town, rode a stagecoach, ad-lib
gunfighter, now west side Phoenix restaurant, Pinnacle's meet
New Year's Eve, no fireworks, just booze and b.b.q. rib bib
Sedona, Hopi purchased--slight loop, Meteor Crater,
Skirted unique Monument Valley, Vegas as nightfalls,
Hotel gratis tix-Music Man w/Dick Van Dyke, and dinner,
Livermore, seven p.m., sun greets us ... S.F. bay crawls.
The drive to my San Francisco home, bout a hundred miles,
The plane gas bill arrived little under nine hundred bucks,
Never stepped on a wing to board a plane--at me, Dick smiles,
Grand, Sedona, Monument, Vegas, Phoenix, again, *shucks!
2022 January 29
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MY FAVORITE VACATION IN RHYME
~~L MILTON HANKINS: Judged 2022 February 04
*Held hopes but it never happened again as we all moved on in life.
The pursuit is not as much to attain
The full ripeness of self-confidence,
But to rather pass through it,
To observe its gears from the mind's
Eternal shore, its brass and bravado.
I saw three orange lights on New Years Eve
In the dark and smoky distance
Of my parent's neighborhood.
Then above the street three clouds converged,
one swallowing the other, the third
Swallowing both.
Does the mere fact that we are loved
By God give us all the certainty we will
Ever need? In our movements, thoughts,
And actions?
I shifted in my patio chair,
and suddenly noticed not three lights,
But four. These I stapled to my heart.
Calling In Favors
Written: by Miracle Man
New Years Eve 2021
Do you recall the first person in life
who gave you a chance?
After you had jumped through hoops,
for a song and dance.
At eighteen I searched for a job,
two years experience everyone wanted.
Question was, which comes first,
I was made to feel daunted.
I was 18 and in a new place (San Diego California)
and a new acquaintance ask if I’d found a job, and where I’d looked.
He told me to go to Rohr Aircraft and I told him I’d already been there and they required 2 yrs recent experience. Being young, I wondered how do I get this experience without first having a job. He wrote a note on a piece of paper and sent me back to see this person. I did, and was immediately hired. This man’s name on a piece of paper was all it took. I worked there for 5 years (was a great employee) before returning to my roots. Though this man is gone now, I often think of him and his giving me my first chance. I’ve always wondered what the note said and if he was
“calling in favors.”
Tom
Roger Ebert was a consumate wrter and movie critic.
Internationally and in Chicago, where we met after
the Chicago Riots.
Each New years Eve, all his friends and to his famed,
New Years Eve Party….
He went out of his way to see we all were treated
more than well in I learned from Roger, that people’s
hearts came first.
What a terrific listener! I never thought he’d die!!
He worked until his last day on earth.
Roger was a Master at limericks, too.
A better friend, I never had.!
Missing you,
Pangie
Tribute to Roger Ebert
It is on this joyous New Year’s Eve,
When I feel your soft essence is gone.
Hunble of spirit, kind, you, the famed
Pulitzer Prize, oh, how you duly won!
The smiling, winter, icy stars, reflect
On your name with joy and pride!
Your name, right here, in California,
On the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Oh, few will never hear of your great
Generosity and bountiful tenderness.
Or the grievances we have the Chicago,
That we fought with the city to redress!
I shan’t forget our close friends, too.
Gathering then to celebrate this midnight.
Roger, my soul recalls how you so
Bravely fought for your precious life.
I know you cannot hear me any longer.
The poignancy of all I learned from you,
Etched on my soul,left me forever, stronger!
Sweat fripping from her brow
he rolled her over
wiped her face with
a towel
Happy New Year
sweet friend
we gonna be
together till the endCosabella you my freind
Love you more
andd more
you been there through thick and thin
Dame scented from her perfume
he loves her I assume
whoompa whoompa whoop
it's nine months later
Baby's born
Smiling faces
Baby's adorn
all seems happy
waiting for the new
born child
grinning faces
see his smile
the ah and oohs
than a quiet room
a frowning face
He hands over the child
her looks concerned
he turns away
waiting for what the people say
he can't paly along
he's concerned
all he said was I though we at least
freinds
Since he's not who is it then
this is a full room
we can't play this off
all these people
are now involved
Baby cry's The woman
try's to calm him down
The fella takes the Child
he begans to smile
he said to the kid
with a breaking heart
I can't be her man
with a broken heart
hands the child back
to his Mom
Whoop:whoomp;Whoomp!
(He over hears one of family memebers saying)
Now it the first of September
See I rememeber
New years Eve
at the at the
Gala Show
she and he
hugged and cuddled
they wouldn't let each other go
she was pregant then
I should have known
when she said she
was gonna decive this one
he think he cute
He done meet the one
I'm gonna smile and smeark
this will be fun
Lord!
Lord!
Lord!
these people today
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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