Syne Poems

Christmas 2019, 
a celebration of goodwill,
Silent night along with the first Noel,
Thirty-first December,
Hogmanay
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
Happy New year we all Cheered
Best of health for two thousand and twenty,
Never...Read More

Cheers For The New Year

We cheer the New Year at twelve a.m.
Twirling noise makers and blowing ticklers     
And make resolutions we plan to engram.

And party away wearing silly tams
Singing Auld Lang Syne with our sweethearts
And cheer...Read More

After Christmas time
festivness lingers.
A new year comes as
this year’s final eve
sparkles with fireworks.

Sing Auld Lang Syne
Toast the New Year.
Give somebody
a midnight kiss!

But what if
magic drifts
down to you?

The month’s
swan song. . .

SNOW

Dec. 26, 2019 
for Edward Ibeh's Pick A Title, Vol...Read More

Commencement writing this poem
began December 24th: 08:04:03 PM
ended December 24th: 09:23:17 PM.

Soon Auld Lang Syne
sung bidding goodbye
adieu two thousand nineteen
uttered from every gal and guy
transfixing living mortals
with good cheer well nigh,
while awesome pyrotechnics
light up night sky.

All across world wide web
hope...Read More

Christmas comes and goes.
We’ll take down the tree,
store decorations,
dine on leftovers,
and swear to diet.

On that last day,
will we make some
resolutions?
Sing “Auld Lang Syne?

Hold hands? Pray?
Reminisce?
Laugh and cry?

Propose
a toast?

Cheers!


Date: December 18, 2019
Contest Title: Pick a Title, Vol 12, December's Swan Song,...Read More

The ancient Romans named the first month in their Julian calendar January, in honor of Janus, their God of doors and gates, his month was thought to be the door to the new year. And for over two thousand years...Read More

~ The night's alive and a-shiver ~


  The moon's a sliver
  a hammock without strings
  a pale banana with wings
  The night's alive and a-shiver 

  Just you and me on a musical spree
 ...Read More

Just like in days of auld lang syne,
He is filled with benevolent wishes!
He is as poignant as the bottom line,
And much dearer than summer's riches!

A blessed love, unlike any other;
His are the diamond dewdrop blooms!
A holy birth, to a sainted...Read More

A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch
 
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June
and my love is like the melody
that's sweetly played in tune.

And you're so fair, my lovely...Read More

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...Read More

THE NIGHT THAT RABBIE VISITED ME
One night in spring  I couldn't sleep      I heard knocking on  the door
I got out of bed, walked to the window to have  a peep ..what I...Read More

Whenever I look-see,
And catch sight of the rain,
In me I start to see,
A begun romantic bane.

Love can start out vague,
It hits you in unknowing,
In lang syne 'twas blue,
Now hindsight 'twas grey.

It can come unexpected,
It can thrive unintended,
It can seed as...Read More

I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.

Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by historical lyricist whose unbelieve
hub bull...Read More

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...Read More

Mimi and Mary T.
By

M P Walsh


It was 25 December,
And a snug-warm Christmas day.
The temp was over 50,
The weather: bright, not gray.

But a sadness on this Sunday fair
Perplexed me...what was wrong?
As I left the cape with Judy,
Our intention?...visit mom.

It took two...Read More

Of Real Or "FAKE" Memories

Earlier today...upon
     setting feet out a side door,
     a refreshingly cool rain
washed away present woes,
     and ushered auld lang syne,
    ...Read More

I. e., this unfortunate
     mere erred reflection,
     aye re: zine
     (pronounced Syne),
     cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an old curmudgeon,
   ...Read More

Net soos Noag, David & Abraham
word dissiepels van die ware lam.
Net soos Johannes, Lukas of Filamon
leer die word en vertrou net op Hom.
Leef soos Titus, Markus & Daniël
wys vir almal dat God maak ‘n verskil,
of
wees dan net soos getroue Job,
die...Read More

Above the clouds and disappearing skyline
I was jetsetting on an international airline
That’s when I met a handsome Mr. Einstein
No kin to Albert, nose most perfectly aquiline

Said he was looking for a concubine
The whole thing to be utmost clandestine
I accused him...Read More

I come to visit again, silent bane,
to steal away your life with no remorse.
In stealth, I stalk to take away your gain,
perception of eternal youth now pales.
This yearly visit but to mark life’s course,
with every passing year, I tip the...Read More

She freezes on a cracked plastic patio chair.
Morse code sleet sings “Auld Lang Syne.”
Coffee steam travels
north with piercing gusts
toward Times Square.
A teaspoon, overly used and rarely polished,
sleeps frostbitten on the table outside.
Planet earth rotates toward a new year
as she whispers...Read More

I sense the stillness of the hour,
A weighted silence over-powers,
I hear the ticker tock, 
Mistook, 
This heavy void of empty space
As a true embrace,
There was a comfort in this isolation
Now there is invasion

I hear bombast cheers and chinks as glasses...Read More

 ~ I - I Arrive in Glasgow ~

When I arrived in Glasgow town
I knew nary a soul
So tired I's nearly fallin' down
Yet I'd no place to go 

I wandered up Buchanan street 
In hopes to find a bed
Or e'en...Read More

Lyrics to Auld Lang Syne
Jim Scott, inspired
Gerald Dillenbeck, deranged

May all who venture forth today
be welcome 'ere we go,
And those who risk a gesture kind
reap all that we would sow.

For love will reach across this time
disarming anger here.
Let all misunderstanding rest
these...Read More

The carcasses of rockets litter grass
dark hours advanced since midnight bells have chimed
and revellers stood watching seconds pass
to cheer and kiss to strains of 'Auld Lang Syne'.
Outside, from morbid black to pleasing blue
the day pulls off the sheets, the low...Read More