Syne Poems - Poems about Syne

You'll live inside my memory book Sometimes I'll go back and look Your image there won't fade away A thousand years sharp as today At one-o-five (105) if I'm still here I'll open up that book so dear And write through hands that then will shake One last poem for old time's sake...

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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...

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On a narrow street of Singalong spreads and banners hang along Wreaths of subjects and icon flourish within the alleys of lexicon. As acid waters plunge, dirt and dust lounge. Tin roofs clang, rants and rats run. Not all streets boom with a bang Only in the street of auld lang syne....

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Looking out my window at the snow falling softly I am reminded of the passing of time the new year can bring new beginnings the new year always made me a bit melancholy leaving the ones I loved and lost even further away at least that’s how I feel every year when I hear auld lang...

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Christmas tree twinkles ornaments shine we're missing some tears glisten when I remember 12/31/2021...

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I thought about you today as I so often do. I felt the sad familiar feelings that will not go away. You came to mind in a flash of memory While I was doing something else. I never seek these thoughts. They seem a painful waste of time. How can a memory of broken trust comfort a wounded mind? Wise counsel claims that...

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Another year has passed by me and so much different then the last ever since this Covid March I have been living out my house arrest no outward smiles to show my love, no hugs no squeezes for my kids like a Citizen of good I understood but yes, I almost flipped my...

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“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song Courtesy Robert Burns circa (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet. Two hundred sixty one orbitz elapsed since brief existence of aforementioned Scottish poet and lyricist graced Earth, yet his legacy unwittingly still enshrined, regaled, warbled... upon cusp of New Year's Eve, when revelers sing familiar...

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Auld Lange Syne by Robert Burns modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Should old acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, And days for which we pine? For times we shared, my darling, Days passed, once yours and mine, We'll raise a cup of kindness yet, To those fond-remembered times! Have you ever wondered just exactly what you're singing?...

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Do you see the two about to kiss or vase in the void...

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Tonight, let’s toast to life’s revelries When fullness of time drips fine wine, Play on the year’s red-berried stories Sipping the kindness of Auld Lang Syne! As this year is now forever gone, That through all journeys we entwine Newer the resolve, to right the wrong To sing of praises, good Auld Lang Syne! Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to...

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The horns are squeezed the bells ring out Auld Lang Syne is sung, no one about All gone to their homes, arm in arm they walk A few bevies inside them, so they talk the talk. Of how it will be this coming year Money no object, no fighting or fear Till they get home, something seems to snap The dog...

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I must forget so as to replace the face on the streets, without contempt. Start the new fresh and already accomplished....

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christmas tree on curb spruce needles, dry, brown here, there, ornament broken, on branch tinsel strands flitter in cold New Years wind soon, city truck department of sanitation come and carry, take away...

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I will change. I will focus new. I will be The new creation that Christ has made me. I His infinite wisdom I know that only He Knows my life’s plan which I’ve yet to see. I am not capable of change on my own, in myself. Obviously, I cannot. I have not. I could not. Or else Clearly, I would...

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