Old Lang Syne meaningfully with gusto
Hogmanay celebrations in full swing
Revellers savour whiskeys afterglow
Watching square dancers doing highland fling
Laden snow clouds have accumulated
Inky heavens to sheer mountain ski top
As frozen misty hailstones enshrouded
onwards from midnight chimes, it did not stop
Mechanisation had ground to standstill
So stranded most where, no alarm to raise
Prompted mountaineers try to ski downhill
Technology cut off they did appraise
Happily acknowledging extra days
Revellers exclaimed jubilant hoorays
Oct 29 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Sweat pours
from your face and body
Hot days and nights
Sometimes make it unbearable
Sand runs through
your fingers and toes
It feels so nice
Splash!
Cold water from the pool
feels so good!
The salty ocean and the clear blue lake
Brings instant relief to a very warm day
The leaves fall
sweaters come out
pumpkins fill up the neighborhood
First day of school jitters
Replaced by a warm fireplace glow
The chatter of teeth
Seeing your breath in the air
The holidays come and go
Old Lang Syne rings in the New Year
Dark days and night gradually begin to disappear
Snow melts and grass begins to appear
Leaves start to appear on trees
Spring breezes fill the air
Short sleeves replace long
Heavy pants are a thing of the past
As trees become full of color
New Years Eve,
Old Lang Syne
And all that.
And you may hear
An old lady roaming the midnight streets,
Singing at the top of her voice,
And blowing her hron to her hearts content.
One too many snowballs maybe
But don't worry
As it's only the Hooting Nanny.
Hurry handsome guys and pretty gals
Another year cheerfully arrives
Proper attire is a must
Paul's tuxedo is not black
Yolanda seems angry and upset
Harry spilled vodka on her dress
" Old man, stop " the sexy Spanish lady said
Larry's face turned deep red
Irene laughed so did silly Fred
Daniel knew why he was afraid
Annie told him he messed with her head
Year after year " Old Lang Syne " is sung
Sobriety is not allowed in this happy club
Beneath the scratches
spanning this page,
random thoughts
have been paved
I have no substance
in the world at large,
but this beat of life
regroups to charge
From battle songs
to old lang syne,
until death does turn
the page of time
The industrial world
means nothing to me,
its the ones who love
I trust to set sight free
If I cling to a breath
that a burn cant free,
I’ll look to the water
for the release I seek
All through life
in times of need,
no call of help
was ignored by creed
Following your trail
through the paths of hell,
I’ll spit into the depths
of the devils well
Somewhere I read
that the pain we feel,
is the mirror of joy
no love can conceal
On the racetrack of life
I ride in my mind,
flashing past memory
I ache into the devine
Past the horrors and pain
I dont close my eyes,
as the panavision carved
it serratured my spine
In the beauty and rapture
of the purest peace,
all the pain is forgotton
and I find my release
Acceptance of fate
was a bargain I struck
But all bets are off
and I've run out of luck
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