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Another day has passed
Another year has passed
And, woe, others shall pass anon
Who amongst us needs such a curse
As that which forever to us will elude
As that which forever to us will delude
Yea, instead, choose to seek thine peace
In that which shan't ne'er forsake
For 'tis thy present


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My 2015 was truly wonderful in part - in all, perhaps - because of the company I keep. Thank you to all of you, my friends, for keeping me company.

And especially thank you to Andy Smerdon, Pleasant Street, and Priyanki for helping us to send out the year in poetic style. Tomorrow, in an effort to spread our poetic newsletter love, I will choose one poem from each of our poets to include in my first post of 2016. Who's the lucky guy? You guessed it - yours truly.


 
Poetry by Andy Smerdon
andysmerdon.wordpress.com


Stop, listen, what's that sound
It's another heart
Along side yours
Beating time
A drum
Peace
Love
You know
We all know
It's ours to share
Not just with our kin
Not controlled by the skin
We believe we have that right
To pick and choose who gets our light
Yet demand this gift of all we see
When love is something, to be shared and free.

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Bombs fall on children
In Bethlehem at Christmas.
No star to guide them.

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Cash registers ring.
Christmas sales are here at last!
Fill our socks with greed.


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Hot sand on bare feet,
Christmas lunch is prawns and fruit.
The Saviour smiles down.
Poetry by Pleasant Street (formerly Rose Red)
geletilari.wordpress.com


When I was queen
 
snow in my hair
ice in the wind, biting
these are the days
that wake me up
remind me that
I am alive-
skin tingling
your voice still in my head
above the street lamps pop on
the snow turning to sleet
and I turn on the wipers
-I felt like a Queen then-
but I turn off your voice
listening to the windshield wipers
and the snow hitting the car

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Snow angel
 
In the dog days of Winter dreaming of green
I get weary shoveling, and 
struggling to remain upright
scraping those windows yet one more time
coffee spilling into the snow
leaving an ugly brown stain
a fog rising above the crater-
Shit, I really needed that.
I turn my head toward the apple tree
but it does not answer
 
I remember how July damn near killed me
melting into my clothing
certain that they would find them
in a pile, my body nearly gone
just a grimace where my head used to be.
I think of this memory heading into the wind
and I know that I've never felt
so alive in the dead of winter
never felt so sure that I no longer
want to toss it all in
 
I want this feeling of life
dichotomy of sunlight and frigid air
both bathing
both massaging
both surrounding me
with their life-giving forces
hot and cold-dark and light
and I drop the ice scraper 
for one moment of pleasure
like some idiot thinking she is 8 years old
 
-forgetting the sadness in the house-
to make a snow angel
squinting from the sunshine in my eyes
Poetry by Priyanki
jollyprivi.wordpress.com


Keep flipping the pages

Lost in the books only to be found
The best place to be profound
Unfolding, unwinding so many mysteries.
There is so much to seek
so much to explore
All I feel is to be engrossed in more.
Sometimes I'm short of time
Finishing daily chores of my life's book
That is also prime to me
As it gives me a sense of my being.
As I move & flip each page
It gives me a feeling of success,
Success of moving on
For not sitting on a page for too long
But I'm also a human being, at times get stuck in life's routine.
Wherein I just sit & ponder, about all the life's wonder
All that I got so far.
Did I ask for, or was it an unexpected  rain shower...
Then I think , oh! I should have been prepared,
Carrying an umbrella would have taken care.
It would have saved me from all the mess
Oh! look at me? I'm drench all wet,
What shall I do now? Sit & cry
Or dance in the rain & enjoy
Jump in those puddles & let it all go
Or standstill & heighten my sores.
Oh! Let me ask my soul before I go
What does it wish,
What does it say...
Shh!, Let me hear to that voice, it's coming from deep inside
You know I need to focus more, the outside noises are making me deaf
Then my brain gets lazy, stops working hard to listen to what lies deep within...
& tries to find that easy way,
 Of sitting on that page of life's book & not taking the pain to flip or move
& see what's coming next,
May be a rainbow or the warmth of sun
But for that it needs to make that turn.
What did you say?
It happens with you too! Oh really!
Is that true?
Don't you worry
U & I will this time
Silence those noises, disturbing our mind.
All those noises that cause chaos.
& make the turn, that sounds so hard
take the turn of flipping that page
Those pages of our life's book
Which needs to be closed,
For better outlook
To see what life is holding next
A new beginning is waiting ahead
No matter if the page is interesting, still you need to keep moving,
keep exploring to learn more & you may find that pot of gold
Crossing the life's rainbow
I don't want to say at the end.
Life surprises me every now & then
And if the page was mundane then all the more you need to change.
Life's book is a mix of all
You name the genre
It has it all.
Each of yours life is gifted with it
Fiction, comedy, mystery or thrill
Suspense or action we all go through.
We all are readers of life's book...
Good or bad, slow or fast
Read it in your stride...
But just remember one little thing,
Keep turning & keep flipping 
To keep finding new meanings,
Waiting for you on the next page.
Yes! You can
Now that you think
All you need to
Is keep reading!


Happy New Year, my friends.

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