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

A Rose

Thoughts rush through my mind
As I stare intently at the rose
Such quiet beauty contained
With thorns waiting so close.

Clipping the bud to hold it
Careful of the delicate shape
Knowing that once picked
It’s life begins to escape.

Slowly I peel back petals
Their scent fills my nose
Laying them out flat to dry
A smile starts and grows.

I place an array of color
Arranged on your pillow
Hopeful when I find you
My love will also show.

Charles Townsend 

A New Broom

 

Two brooms where wed
And when “I do’s” were said
The lady broom disclosed
The reason for her clothes
Of generous flatter
And the fact of the matter.
A little broom was on its way
Oh what a happy day
But he was not so happy
With expecting a little chappie
This just wasn’t fair
As he hadn’t swept with her

Paul Curtis

Rainbow Treasure

Rainbow Treasure
I have found the treasure
That lies at the Rainbow’s end;
Wealth beyond computing
Is mine to give or lend. 

Opals of an April dawn, 
Gold of a shimmering noon, 
Amethysts of the sunset, 
Pearls with the glow of the moon. 

Would you like to share it? 
There’s more than enough for all
In my Iris Garden 
Against a grey stone wall.

By

-AGNES HAYES POST

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

hEARTS AND fLOWERS – Promote Yourself

It was never hearts and flowers.
We didn’t work that way
Our time was stolen
And half promises
Were made to each other.
I cannot speak for her
But I think we loved
Lust
Certainly played a part
I wanted us
To be real
I think it could have been
If she allowed
Herself
To let go
Ever so slightly.
Moments of beauty
Were accompanied
By soundtracks of her choosing
Those strings are now
Played for her
Whenever her scent returns from memory

Gabriel Denver

THE OSPREY

A welcomed seasonal traveler which arrives here late for spring,
While some birds pause to whistle or others stop to sing,
You preen your wings of black and white then shriek a high-pitched ring.
*
Sailing with the thermals, flying with ennui,
You spot a bluefish skimming the surface of the sea.
Plunging downwards fearlessly, your talons raised and ready,
You grasp your prey beneath the bay, a raptor poised and heady.
*
When you meet your partner and bind a sturdy nest,
You raise your chicks to pick up sticks with little time to rest.
And once your tenure ends as summer days are done,
You ascend again into the sky to seek a warmer sun.

Copyright 2013 Wendy Shreve

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DINNER

There is a man sitting
In a table
Just him.
Around him are couples
And friends
Enjoying
And eating dinner
Typical restaurant
On any given night.
This man
I watch him as he sits there
Expensive shoes
Fancy named shirt
Always on his phone
Speaking to different people
I can’t quite hear what they are
Talking about
Sounds like business rather
Than friends
He’s showing everyone
How important he is
Always chatting
Can’t even put it down when the girl
Brings him his food.
Yes he is so busy
And so important
He dines alone.
So I switch my gaze
I see a man outside
Glasses like
Eric Clapton from his unplugged album
In fact the whole outfit looks like
That
Very 1992
I liked his style until
I see
The gold chain worn on the
Outside of the t shirt
That kind of ruined it for me a bit
He decides not to come in anyway
And the business man has finished
And paid his bill.
Maybe I judged him
Harshly
He might enjoy eating by himself
But I think I would have a book
To read if it was me.
Anyway
No more interesting people to
Watch
Where is the girl with my meal?

GABRIEL DENVER

SENT IN BY willmeneke

a seaman’s true ship
is the sea
he sails upon
an untamed power
of mystery
of moods
of a beauty
that will wash away
the sins
of the sailor
and lay him to rest
in its depths

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS By W B Yeats Your favourite poem

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun

by: W.B. Yeats