AULD LANG SYNE -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM TRADITIONALLY SUNG ON NEW YEAR’S EVE AT THE START OF THE NEW YEAR

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wandered mony a weary fit
Sin’ auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidled i’ the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin’ auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught

For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

By

The great Scottish poet Robbie  Burns

What are you doing on valentine’s day?

AND SHE SAID YES

Eight YEARS AGO TODAY

 

True Within My Soul

When I am alone
Blue skies, in autumn
I delight in the splendour

I can discard the hate
That swells around me
When people wreak allowances
Ugly
Venom
Coursing through their veins
In a supported fashion of
Real
Driven
Pain

Back here I lay my body on the natural earth
And feel the fabric of my existence
Envelop me with little regard of self worth
Only the Grace of no resistance
Eyes searching the brilliance of a sky
Pleasure in the chaos of human kind
Losing its way; a struggle that will not defy
This languorous journey in my free mind

Walking on the street
I would hear laughter
We realize that man
Builds up an ego to
Seek
Search
Imaginings of a certain love thought alone
Vulnerable
At risk
If only for a moment of hateful spite

Yet this quiet brisk windswept fall whence
I will realize the quest of God’s nature
To allow my soul to rest in the earth with confidence
Knowing I can be so happy and free to be sure

The pattern of life begins with every new sunrise
Knowing only our beauty of love will be the wise

Thom Amundsen
http://thinkingoutloudagain.wordpress.com

Nicky Nacky Noos -Promote yourself

It’s amazing what appeared
When the cupboard was cleared;
There were pants by the score
From behind the old door.
The tank was needed no more
And we saw, left on that floor,
Six pairs of bloomers
(in fact there were rumours
they could be antique
until we did peek
“Hardly La Senza!”).
One pair were men’s – a
Little ancient… (y-fronted)
The suggestion affronted
Him who we said may, back in the day…
No longer,
YES LONGER.
“I wear boxers!” The shame
That he felt when his name
Was linked with these old,
OLD pants that had rolled
Off the tank in the gloom
Where there wasn’t the room
To see them again
Until now!

 

© Helen Jane Merritt 2013