It’s raining all night, and I’m sleepless
Each random thought carries me through
This habit to think is ridiculous
Except when I’m thinking of you
Hope you would approve my idea
I’ve no desire to celebrate
The date of upcoming New Year
The symbol of time that can’t wait
Champagne and that fabulous salad
We can go without easily
The spruce with the shimmering garland
Oh dear, it’s too much for me
I paid off a many New Years
Each one was no better than old
I’ve watched the sunrise over hills
I’ve lived up a tale no one told
So why not remain in the past
To drown in your eyes with the sun
That jumped like a ball between us
When we were alive, having fun.
The unique bleat of the ram’s horn (shofar) draws the crowds
like the wailing at the Temple’s western wall, its symbolism plays loud
Yet it is not the essence of the Jewish New Year
which is belonging –
to his own people, one must first connect
And if he will not, God too he will come to reject
~ It would have been better had man never been created
Now that he is here, let him examine his deeds. ~
Talmud Arachin 15a
Is man a sparkling diamond, the crown of Creation
worthy of the angels’ anticipation
In his first hours of existence, Adam disobeyed God's one rule
Our legacy today -- an abundance of fools
The snake tests every succeeding generation
master at disguising evil as dazzling innovation...
When we look in the mirror, what do we see
One who serves friends and family ~ or ‘selfish me’
LEAP YEAR
It only comes every four years
even though frogs can leap any time
this for some is a inconvenience
especially when the pear trees are dormant
But it’s welcome every time it comes
regardless of drum playing bums who
never even try to hum favorite tunes
out where writes in runic wearing wet tunics
Leap Year is supposed to be unusual
because it’s more rare than grilled snakes
this for a true survivalist might actually be
steaks grilled over a rake
A perfect suit and a well-trimmed beard,
All decent he was, but only with no shoes.
All I could think about was, why’s he so weird?
A few streets away,
A rugged man walked with a pair he didn’t choose.
In an elegant and sophisticated restaurant
Was a clumsy man with more than a word to fail,
Oh! He shouldn’t be let in when he’s so arrogant,
What can he do, when he spent the last 25 years in jail.
A dusky evening and in a very dusty street,
Begging for food, was a young boy with a scar.
Uhh! Education would have made him decent and neat,
Little did they know that he was a remnant of the War.
So many Lives,
So many Stories,
So many People,
So many Judgments...
Don’t cast the first Stone, don’t look out for flaws.
Try to be that Rolling Stone, that gathers no Moss.
JD, A Stone now, but trying to Roll...
Africa is home
A new love under the stars
Caramel Sunday
My, my, tomorrow’s July
Half of 2026 behind us
Half still ahead
Where did the time go
Were we all half-dead
Thankful
Kevin Davis 2024
I am thankful for the many gifts this life brings—
For happiness and love as we welcome a new year,
For a life lived earnestly, with all its joys and trials,
And for the good people who have blessed my days.
I am thankful for each day lived to its fullness,
For the sky above and the vastness of the earth,
For the beauty in each flower, petal, and leaf,
And for the hope that humankind may find relief.
With the new year approaching, I am grateful.
I look to our country—free, abundant, resilient.
Yet this year feels different, shadowed by uncertainty;
Still, I am grateful for any path that leads to peace.
Most of all, I am thankful for those I love,
And for the mighty spirit watching over us.
May you find all that your heart holds dear,
And may gratitude guide you through the coming year.
With flying colors,
dancers whirl on New Year's Eve!
Hued sun sinks in black magic,
and a year grows too old.
Fireworks warp a world that's turning.
New Year Change
Kevin Davis, 2025)
Each year we promise to overhaul life,
Become better humans, improved and refined.
We’ll drop a few pounds, quit smoking—or try—
Join a gym we’ll attend while the mood’s still high.
We buy shiny planners we’ll never complete,
Sneakers engineered to remind us of guilt.
We meal-prep salads, determined and brave—
Then reward our commitment with fries on a plate.
By mid-January (give or take a day),
Our willpower fades and the couch has its say:
“You’re perfect already—why struggle or strive?
Sit down. Relax. Let’s binge Season Five.”
So this new year, when drafting resolutions,
Remember: real change ignores quick solutions.
To alter your habits, begin with your mind—
And stop trusting fitness apps… especially mine.
New Year Change
Kevin Davis 2025
Each year we swear we’ll revise our lives,
Become better humans in all the right ways.
We’ll lose some weight, quit smoking… or shave,
Join a gym we’ll attend for at least three days.
We buy brand-new planners we will never fill,
Sneakers designed to increase our guilt.
We meal-prep salads, heroic and brave—
Then celebrate the effort with pizza and cake.
By mid-January (give or take a week),
Our willpower’s gone, but the couch starts to speak:
“You’re perfect already—why struggle or strive?
Sit down. Relax. Let’s watch Season Five.”
So, this new year, when making resolutions,
Remember that change has no quick solutions.
To change how you live, you must change how you think—
And stop trusting fitness apps… especially me.
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A blinking cursor laughs at my delay~
a white page, vast as January’s air.
No resolutions scrawled in bold or with flair,
no grand design, just silence on display.
I’ve known this pause before—when fingers hover
above the keys, when time forgets to pass.
The weight of what might be is brittle glass;
yet, something hums beneath, half-dreamt, half-lover.
The new year, like verse, refuses to be planned.
It stumbles, then it surges, then it bends.
A comma where you swore you’d place an end,
a metaphor that ripens uncommanded.
So let it come unwritten, raw, unspooled~
this year, this poem, neither tamed nor schooled.
this poem was written in December 2025 as I reflected upon the upcoming year
When the Fire Horse rises, it climbs the empty ridge;
clouds step aside, mountains dare not breathe, seasons lose their order,
shadow runs ahead of time, men dare not speak—
the omen enters the record, and Heaven sounds the bell.
The Horse walks between, yet all paths begin
where the endless river flows eastward
toward the Mountain where Heaven begins again.
(Sunrise at City of Rocks, Idaho, Spring of 2017)
As the New Year’s
Fire Horse rides on in
Blazing its karma burning trail,
Ring out the old
Ring in the new
A cosmic wind whispers
In both ears.
Time for changes
Not so much to make way
For something new
As simply to remove
What is old and stale,
And instead of that being me
I’d rather it be what I was.
I know what I have been
With a life focused on what I want,
But now what I need
Is simply something different,
And the symbol for that
Is the Fire Horse, wild and free
Burning up all that was only me.
(2/18/26)
Inspired by the Chinese New Year.
Year of the Fire Horse.
It's on fire, it's on fire
By Michelle Morris
17/02/2026
It's on fire, it's on fire
The Chinese New Year is here
It's a wild ride, freedom reigns
The Fire Horse runs victoriously
It's on fire, it's on fire
The Snake has shed its skin
Death of that which did not serve us
The Fire Horse heralds new beginnings
It's on fire, it's on fire
Humanity embraces the new
We are empowered and unleashed
We can orchestrate the Good
It's on fire, it's on fire
Heaven blesses each and every Soul
Shine your Light and brighten up the World
Our connection is forever known
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
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