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I was nursing a Metamusel Cocktail to keep me on the go,
When I fell asleep in my Lazy-Boy 'round nine o'clock or so.
'Round midnight my clock chimes 'wakened me with a start,
And stumbling over the cat in the dark, to the bathroom I did dart!
(Like all of us old guys, 'twas essential that I take a leak!)
**Then I scurried to a window to watch the fireworks atop Pikes Peak.
Then to bed where Jeff the cat snuggled up snoring in my ear.
Now ain't that a wonderful way to begin another year!
**Way back in 1922, five guys calling themselves the "Frozen Five"
considered most New Years Eve celebrations to be boring and decided
to scale 14000 foot Pikes Peak to have a little fun. (I suspect that two
old and faithful friends, Jack Daniels and Jim Beam accompanied them
to provide solace and comfort!). Along the way up the Barr Trail they
picked up a few railroad flares on the Pikes Peak Cogway and when they
reached the top of America's Mountain on New Years Eve they lit those and
made a fire out of old railroad ties. This created alarm among the citizens
of Colorado Springs! This evolved into a tradition to this day by what is now
called The Ad-A-Man Club. Each year the club ads a new member to the group and they ascend Pikes Peak and set off a beautiful display of fireworks at midnight much to the delight of folks in the city of Colorado Springs and surrounding counties.
I have always been grateful for all the blessings I’ve received…
One is having a birthday that falls on New Year’s Eve.
When I was young I was astonished to think everyone on Earth
came together with friends and family just to celebrate my birth.
How perfect strangers would on this night meet in places like Time’s Square
to watch a ball drop, kiss each other…then throw confetti in the air.
Of course I now know that kind of thinking was a bit naive…
because all that laughter and partying comes at the end of New Year’s Eve.
Yes, all those people who gather…all those strangers…all my friends.
are not happy it’s my birthday….they are happy when it ends.
Still when it comes to my birthday …when about a gift Deborah inquires.
My answer is the same each year…I have everything I desire.
I have a wife whom I love and who will love me till the end…
I was blessed to have been lucky to marry by best friend.
I have children and grandchildren who now that I’m old and grayed
have grown into beautiful people…despite the mistakes I’ve made.
This year I have a great-granddaughter…added to our family mix
A whole new audience waiting…for all my dad jokes and magic tricks.
Yes, even though I have friends and family in every color the rainbow can beget…
I was blessed this year…to add another shade of Violet.
I have been very lucky…truly blessed indeed
for life has set before me…everything I’ll ever need.
That’s why when Deborah asks…I can be so nonchalant.
What can I possibly need when I have everything I want?
My birthday serves as a new beginning…a time each year to realize
that everything I will ever need is right before my eyes.
I imagine there are many people who already know this…at least that’s what I believe
Perhaps that’s why everyone celebrates my birthday…which falls on New Years Eve.
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
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
Contest Name: Lets have fun
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
When I was young, my hair was blond
and my Mom even kept some locks
saved from a buzzcut when Dad came
home from overseas. They are long gone
now but I still have a pair of bronzed baby
shoes, which were popular at the time,
especially for firstborn males.
My hair stayed light, through childhood
and adolescence but darkened in my
twenties and I was often called upon
to First Foot the residence of that
year’s New Years Eve celebrations
and well into my cups, I would
pontificate on the potential
evolutionary significance of
being cute and blond when young
but dark and fierce as an adult
at least for males.
These days my hair is going grey
I think they call it salt and pepper
but I still have hair and I’m still here
Oh shooting star so far above,
I'm wishing you to bring me love
If you choose to not grant this wish,
I'll settle for a strangers kiss
The Holidays approaching near,
My heart grows fonder, every year.
It's New Years Eve, I'm all alone,
in a club, wearing cheap cologne.
Someday I'll know these dreams come true,
it is my love, when I find you.
It's you I've waited for all my life.
Never once loosing hope inspite,
this lonely heart I pray survives.
Oh shooting star, please make things right.
I know you're out there, hear these words.
We'll dance real close and afterwards,
I'll thank the stars that brought me you,
and fix this lonely heart, I knew.
Oh shooting star so far above.
I'm wishing you to bring me love.
Now that you granted my one wish,
I'll settle for my new Loves Kiss.
Oh shooting star from far above,
I thank you, for bringing me love...
Credits: Please Come Home
For Christmas. Written by
Charles Brown in 1960. Sung
by Don Henley of the Eagles.
The song is about being alone
and lonely during Christmas
and Holidays.
Bells will be ringing this sad sad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone I have no friends
To wish me greetings once again
Choir's will be singing "Silent Night"
Christmas Carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas
Please come home for Christmas
if not for Christmas by New Years
night.
Friends and relations send salutations
Sure as the stars shine above
But this is Christmas yes Christmas my Dear
Some time of the year to be with the one you love.
So won't you tell me you'll never more roam?
Christmas and New Years will find you home.
There be no more sorrow grief and pain
And I'll be happy, happy once again
Ooh there'll be no more sorrow, grief or pain
And I'll be happy Christmas once again
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.
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
The world descends into darkness
with each turning wheel of the sun.
Our hearts grow heavy with starkness,
an emptiness we can’t outrun.
In the black pit of midnight,
we do not fall asleep.
We welcome the year with solemn might,
yet by break of day, our vows don’t keep.
We grasp at frivolous dreams,
believing they might save us still.
The world unravels at the seams
as power, looks, and lust shape will.
We toast to new ambitions—
the promotion, the figure, the balance.
All self-focused missions
to build our private palace.
But the grain must die,
or it withers alone.
Self-focus is a subtle lie
that beneath the world’s weight groans.
Yet with each crisp ring,
the old bells still call—
atop the steeple, they sing,
arms spread wide to break our fall.
How long will we wander
in this murky midnight hour,
promised better dreams yonder,
only to turn our souls sour?
All the while, He waits
and counts down time.
As we count up, clocking fate,
He counts down to the final line.
Midnight bells—
they ring,
they sing.
Oh, those midnight bells,
a truth
we cannot mute.
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.