2017 brings us a new start hope for the future - we begin anew let go of the things that tore us apart open our eyes to a shiny new year.
The pain and sorrow of last year is gone it's time for us to stand and move on time to celebrate and not shed a tear as we welcome in a brand new year.
I love it! you two certainly did bring in the new year with pizzazz! I'm happy you two still carry on our parents traditions for welcoming the new year. Fun write that made me feel as if I was there with you :-)
The years have come and gone Time and again leaving me alone In the sea of sands and dunes of hope I have climbed cold walls to seek and cope The future that holds my dreams, my dreads Weaving tales of a wiser me In the skin of a man lost in a teen's brooded cape Addled with desires to attain and escape
Many have left and many shall leave This Cinderella's land of lust and grief Where a wife shall fight her desires for numerous gold And her man shall drink and succumb to cold Of a Summer once craved full of love and breeze A year shall be born from the ashes to freeze
The warmth of my heart wanted love and nothing more Yet those desires will be lost in the lust of a soundless shore.
This year let us seek compassion, love and a bit more And let us all cherish life's little gifts and amours. Merrily scripting words that we failed to score To the ones we had loved under the mists of mistletoe's.
I have to agree with Linda on this one. I have read and reread your poem and I still don't get it. It's too rambling and jumps from one thought to another with no connection. It is very flowery and pretty but I don't understand what it means. perhaps it is just over my head.
True, I too felt it while writing. But then it reflects my incompetence to apprehend whats coming up next this year. This poem is a mirror to the confused state of mind that I am dwelling in for over a decade now. I don't know whether to be glad or be a skeptic as always. :)
Yes, your imagery was, as always, wonderful. Like Tad, I particularly liked "teen's brooded cape." I am just curious, do you speak more than one language? The formality of some of your language seems to be like someone who studies language.
No No. I am a Chemist but yes I do am inclined into Linguistics and have also written a few poems which are a bit of the track. And recently I wrote a medieval poem set in 17th century France on the war of Religion. :)
If you guys wish to read it please tell me I will share :)
Very beautiful poem...however, I find it difficult to comprehend. I think your reference to the New Year is "A year shall be born from the ashes to freeze". But, I don't understand what it means. I hate to rip your beautiful poem to shreds so I will just say two things. Your writing is very obscure and you would do good to do a syllable count as your poem does not read well out loud.
Well, it's definitely the tale of the turmoil that I am enduring for quite a while personally and professionally. Its very detaching at points and very attached at many more. The words and the verses are a ramification of a pessimistic's thoughts overlapping with an optimistic's hope, in the plane of reality (this moment) where our heart is constant ceasing (and craving) to exist :)
I see the turmoil in the poem, Andy. You sound a little bi-polar. Being pessimistic and optimistic at the same time. Is there anything I can do to help?
I want to say thanks for our angst, it's honest. This is what I would call a process poem, more about feelins and less about writing, which is fine, and a way of sharing. Thanks and best wishes for you process.
New Year, no fear, present moment to appear step up, show up, drink a cup and live it up, turn left, turn right, land just so where there is light sing a song, move along, learn to tell what's right from wrong.
New Years, no tears, Only happiness appears, step right, look bright, Keep the happiness in sight. Turn up, turn down, dance your way around and round, write a verse, long or terse, put a dollar in your purse.
Dance here, dance there, every one can come and share New Year is here, we can show the world we care.
This is intended as a kind of dance in words, if you read it aloud you can sense the rhythm the words tap out. Sadly the formatting didn't translate. I had indented each second line which made it even more of a dance. If you can imagine it, that might help.
New Years Resolutions
ReplyDeleteLove Pat, stay healthy, and ignore
That awful carrot-toupeed bore.
Absolutely! However, doesn't the "-" imply his toupee is carrot colored, not the man himself?
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ReplyDelete2017 (a Rispetto)
Delete2017 brings us a new start
hope for the future - we begin anew
let go of the things that tore us apart
open our eyes to a shiny new year.
The pain and sorrow of last year is gone
it's time for us to stand and move on
time to celebrate and not shed a tear
as we welcome in a brand new year.
Very nice tribute to the new year....I really enjoyed reading it. It read well out loud also. :-)
DeleteNice thought. I hope your optimism works!
DeleteNew Year's Eve was pleasant
ReplyDeletewe stayed at home this year
stars were shining brightly
the air so very clear
We made resolutions
we both want to lose weight
the home to be cleaned up
rid the house of things we hate
We opened the doors
letting the old year out
we welcomed in the new
and gave a big ol' shout
"Happy New Year's", what we said
two thousand seventeen
sounds like science fiction
we'll start the slate off clean
don't eat chicken, next day
you'll scratch for a living
all the next year long
live life more forgiving
New Year's Day we saw the kids
advice around and love
kisses and hugs given
good feelings from above
Beauty of another year
with this time we are blessed
a new chance at world peace
and love at it's very best
Sort out your good and bad
cover your self in gold
cherish life as you should
and the year won't grow old.
I love it! you two certainly did bring in the new year with pizzazz! I'm happy you two still carry on our parents traditions for welcoming the new year. Fun write that made me feel as if I was there with you :-)
DeleteThis is very sweet. I enjoyed it.
DeleteI forgot to open the doors this year and we even had most of the family here!! I enjoyed this!
DeleteThis Year
ReplyDeleteThe years have come and gone
Time and again leaving me alone
In the sea of sands and dunes of hope
I have climbed cold walls to seek and cope
The future that holds my dreams, my dreads
Weaving tales of a wiser me
In the skin of a man lost in a teen's brooded cape
Addled with desires to attain and escape
Many have left and many shall leave
This Cinderella's land of lust and grief
Where a wife shall fight her desires for numerous gold
And her man shall drink and succumb to cold
Of a Summer once craved full of love and breeze
A year shall be born from the ashes to freeze
The warmth of my heart wanted love and nothing more
Yet those desires will be lost in the lust of a soundless shore.
This year let us seek compassion, love and a bit more
And let us all cherish life's little gifts and amours.
Merrily scripting words that we failed to score
To the ones we had loved under the mists of mistletoe's.
I have to agree with Linda on this one. I have read and reread your poem and I still don't get it. It's too rambling and jumps from one thought to another with no connection. It is very flowery and pretty but I don't understand what it means. perhaps it is just over my head.
DeleteTrue, I too felt it while writing. But then it reflects my incompetence to apprehend whats coming up next this year. This poem is a mirror to the confused state of mind that I am dwelling in for over a decade now. I don't know whether to be glad or be a skeptic as always. :)
DeleteIt has some very good images. I liked "teen's brooded cape."
Deletethank you...now it makes sense and I see where you were going with this poem. sometmes i just miss the obvious.
DeleteYes, your imagery was, as always, wonderful. Like Tad, I particularly liked "teen's brooded cape." I am just curious, do you speak more than one language? The formality of some of your language seems to be like someone who studies language.
DeleteNo No. I am a Chemist but yes I do am inclined into Linguistics and have also written a few poems which are a bit of the track. And recently I wrote a medieval poem set in 17th century France on the war of Religion. :)
DeleteIf you guys wish to read it please tell me I will share :)
Very beautiful poem...however, I find it difficult to comprehend. I think your reference to the New Year is "A year shall be born from the ashes to freeze". But, I don't understand what it means. I hate to rip your beautiful poem to shreds so I will just say two things. Your writing is very obscure and you would do good to do a syllable count as your poem does not read well out loud.
ReplyDeleteWell, it's definitely the tale of the turmoil that I am enduring for quite a while personally and professionally. Its very detaching at points and very attached at many more. The words and the verses are a ramification of a pessimistic's thoughts overlapping with an optimistic's hope, in the plane of reality (this moment) where our heart is constant ceasing (and craving) to exist :)
DeleteI see the turmoil in the poem, Andy. You sound a little bi-polar. Being pessimistic and optimistic at the same time. Is there anything I can do to help?
DeleteLinda Thank you for your concern. I try to combat with my life and don't worry I will survive :D
DeleteI want to say thanks for our angst, it's honest. This is what I would call a process poem, more about feelins and less about writing, which is fine, and a way of sharing. Thanks and best wishes for you process.
DeleteI really like the last stanza a whole lot. It says what I feel.
DeleteNew Year, no fear,
ReplyDeletepresent moment to appear
step up, show up,
drink a cup and live it up,
turn left, turn right,
land just so where there is light
sing a song, move along,
learn to tell what's right from wrong.
New Years, no tears,
Only happiness appears,
step right, look bright,
Keep the happiness in sight.
Turn up, turn down,
dance your way around and round,
write a verse, long or terse,
put a dollar in your purse.
Dance here, dance there,
every one can come and share
New Year is here,
we can show the world we care.
I really like this one. It needs to be read aloud!! A bit longer and it would be a great slam piece!
DeleteThis is intended as a kind of dance in words, if you read it aloud you can sense the rhythm the words tap out. Sadly the formatting didn't translate. I had indented each second line which made it even more of a dance. If you can imagine it, that might help.
ReplyDeleteThe Happy New Year
ReplyDeleteanticipation of change
lock on and arrive
Yup. I feel the same way. It's going to be a strange ride this year.
DeleteRoller coaster ride
ReplyDeletepeople stood in line to vote
for starts. Buckle up.