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Premium Member New Year's Delight

New Year's Delight

Fireworks explode into a luminous display,
Lighting up the night sky with a spectacular heralding,
“Come my dear, let us ring in the New Year!”
And welcome the event in embracing joyous union,
Toasting prosperity for days following.

And sing with glee, grateful for each other’s company,
Gazing upwards at the lit sky of New Year’s delight.
This captured nocturne to cherish a lifetime lest we remiss
And harbor painful reminiscence without forgiveness;
Though past reflections are prerequisite to the future’s bequest.
                                       ***

Note:
Nocturne: in art – a picture of a night scene.
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Such Souls As These

Christmas is over; everyone's partying, ushering in a new year,
except for the unfortunate few who have no home.
For them, there are no church bells of celebration;
to ring in the New Year.
They sleep atop steam vents to stay warm.
I can't imagine being them; it's hard to fathom
the nightmares that haunt their meager existence. 
Invisible in plain sight,
the cold seeps into their bones and crushes their spirits.

Homeless, they're the dregs of modern cities,
and facing scorn, they preserve their dignity in alcohol,
trying to numb reality.
Hope is a luxury they can't afford.
Winter is hell for the mentally ill living on the streets,
for they've lost everything, even who they are as a person:
demeaning and cruel; what was their crime?

Humanity harbors such souls as these at its fringes. 
Yet, when I look into their eyes, I don't see a hopeless cause,
I see the same dreams and fears I see in myself.
And it makes me want to cry! 
Why are we indifferent to their hurt and humiliation?
Is our lack of pity because we're immune to their pain,
or is it because, like Cain, we are not our brother's keeper?
Or perhaps, it's a little of both!

A Delightful Nonviolent Wake Up Call

there is a gun somewhere
that will make me happy
a permanent vacation is needed
to erase all memories
living is for the strongest
with the most passionate of wills
with one pull of the trigger
much lighter my heart will be
i omit all volume to all those who 
disagree
bravery is a rusty chain with a 
pungent fluidity
i think i will do it around christmas
for i am heading to hell anyway
then all can ring in the new year
a little less worry free all because
of me
then again, little renee gives me a kiss 
on the cheek
she seems to always read my mind, which
is in this case is necessary
she says good morning by saying
'living is the ultimate trip'
i wake up renewed with confidence
and renee a gratitude hug
i go and fix her some eggos with the butter 
flavored syrup that she craves
she tells me to not forget the orange juice
because it helps her to concentrate
i laugh at my sweet savior, smile, and shake 
my head with delight
for renee is my reason for living and exactly
why breathing is easier in this life
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tree

As I wait for death amid the calm.
I see through the window all of you.
No one can see me and the hearing is dying.
Ring in the New Year and my limbs reach for the warm.
Help me make one last stand.
I love the rain and your food for thought.
I wait patient , youthful and my sap stretched.
I long for your cool breeze and like a dog I bark in warning.
And as the axe falls I shudder and am diminished.
That door slammed angrily and while I wait the rain washes me.
No longer do I feel my age, I see your reflection and your sadness.
And as I slowly die I am placed on the stretcher and  I drink my last drop.
But as I lay quivering.
You bathe and place me at the door.
I am no longer naked as you dress me.
A light blinks on and the glitter and charm works.
The clothing is your finest saved by generations and my  balls are hung.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Jubilant Joy

Jump up and down to celebrate the New Year
Unleash hugs and kisses on those you hold dear
Bring in the New Year with a glass of champagne
I’ll let go of the past, in the past it should remain
Life’s all too short, now is the time to have fun
And so I'll plan quick trip to see my precious son 
New opportunities will soon be coming our way
Take every chance; we must all live for today

Joy and laughter are needed for a happy life
Overcome obstacles which can bring us strife
You can make a difference just with a smile! 

N/A in Jubilant Joy Contest judged on 1/13/19
Sponsored by  Chantelle Anne Cooke

1/6/19
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member My New Year Dreams Grew Up

When I was a kid I could not wait for New Years Eve to come each year.             I could stay up watching the television and eating snacks until the wee hours.     I dreamed of the day, I would be twenty-one.                                               The night I could get all dressed up.                                                            
New dress, new hair do and nails all done.                                                   That special guy to be on my arm.                                                                   A night to remember filled with joy.                                                                 It would not matter if the weather was cold for my heart would be warm.      Many New Year Dreams have come and gone.                                                   I still stay up watching the television and eating snacks until the wee hours. Now, I am all bundled up under my blanket.                                                    
Staying warm and safe at home brings me joy as I ring in the New Year.    
Where did all of my many New Year Dreams go?                                             My New Year Dreams Grew Up and I grew old.

Date 12/31/2019

New Year Musings

New Year musings
===============

As time flies,
days pass by ,
 We bade adieu to the old  year 
A new dawn awakes .

The wheel of time never stops,
 Nothing lasts but sweet memories  
That  reverbate  in our  hearts.
 
Let us erase   heartaches ,and sufferings 
and learn  from  past lessons ,
With celebrations galore    everywhere ,
The  revellers   bubble    with  excitements ,
Smiling  and squealing  in delight till midnight ,
thronging to  streets to ring in  the new year.
 
We make  a list of promises  scribbling  on the clipboard,
Seeking God's grace on us .
Let the New Year  usher   in  great   hopes and possibilities .
 

 Copy right @Tej Patnaik

Premium Member My Telephone Version 2

Winter nights, the darkness comes quick
Key in door, to an empty house
Jacket falls fast right on the floor
I stare at the stand, at the telephone for sure

There she sits, alone, unmoving
No blinking light
No message at all
From a lovers voice or even a call from the mall

The ritual is the same, night after night
I pick up the phone, yes dial tone is there
I check the wires, all attached with great care
Its not broken, same as this morning

I confess, yes I stare at the phone over there

The phone is a functioning, I am assured
I call the weather line, yes a test but I was bored
They tell me is all sunny up over yonder
So no one calls me, of this I must ponder

I confess yes I stare, at the dark phone sitting there

Maybe the answering system parts are malfunctioning
Maybe she really did some exotic oh calling
Oh what I am saying, she’s out to the ball
While I look at telephone, alone in the hall

I confess yes I stare, I stare and stare

So another night, outside shines the bright city lights
I open the door to the darkness in fright
For oh my god, I see a blinking light
My heart beats in excitement, this is surely the night

I stare at a ringing telephone

Oh my what a delight!!!!!!!!

Click
Wrong number

Now I am distressed, depressed, redressed
I am at my wits end I must confess
Another evening I sit here alone
Just me and my silent old black phone

I stare a that contraption then the abscess of the night

Like all of the nights in 2014
I will sleep in a bed, with no hug or ice-cream
The pleasures of life, belong not to me
Me and my phone will never be set free

So now it’s New Years Eve, party hat and good cheer
I sit alone with my phone, to ring in the New Year
Oh the irony yes I did see
For the phone is as silent as the heart inside me

I stare at the past; I stare at the wall

Where I contemplate tossing the phone, cord and all
Then it rings, and shocks me out of my trance
2015 has arrived with a telephone call!!!!! so happy I dance!!!!
Cause this time she called, god bless romance

Happy New Year

Premium Member A Better Tomorrow

No fighting crowds 
No grabbing for food and drinks
No concerts no parties
Maybe an intimate evening with the dearest
Or the family 
Surely deep inside my heart still hoping for 
A big crowd in the street midnight
An overwhelming joy and a rejoicing countdown
And incredible fireworks
That can be seen from far
To ring in the new year 2022
Surely a great planning for 2022
A looking forward to a better tomorrow
After you live through 2021 
Everyting becomes precious and invaluable 
Deserve our love and respect
And we will live more cheerfully 
Loving people, loving God, loving ourselves
Besides fighting the virus 
To win to live to love to share

Premium Member Happy New Year

Happy New Year

Be not pugnacious accomplices unwilling
To ring in the New Year with festive greetings?
Open hearts freely, and air out old grievances.
Welcome spontaneity with forgiveness.

And seek solace with jovial acquaintances,
Reaffirming reliance in alliances.
Time is a human condition of realism,
Involving biological magnetism.

Were this enlivened fest to last forever,
How bright the outlook for future endeavours?
How flat the path to higher expectations
With friendship extended in merry convention?

There, in the midst, with an imparting party cheer,
A kiss on my love’s lips, and “Happy New Year!”
Form: Sonnet

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