Today's poet

New Years hopes.

The new year lies before me open like a sore,
It's Bastard sister left me battered and bruised,
Kicked me and abused me until i take no more,
Father time won't keep me down his will to be refused.

Now if i can climb up despite my aching heart,
An orchid open to the world erect standing tall in the gloom,
I know that this new year my dreams will start,
My health,my mind,my creativity and my joy will start to bloom.

By Matt Harmston

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

New Years hopes.

The new year lies before me open like a sore,
It's Bastard sister left me battered and bruised,
Kicked me and abused me until i take no more,
Father time won't keep me down his will to be refused.

Now if i can climb up despite my aching heart,
An orchid open to the world erect standing tall in the gloom,
I know that this new year my dreams will start,
My health,my mind,my creativity and my joy will start to bloom.

By Matt Harmston

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You're bloomin' marvellous. Keep up the good work. 2010 will be a good one for you I can see.

cheers

Harry

Thanks Harry.Same to you.

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Originally Posted by XRunner

It was only set up because the facility to create it was there and because I wanted to try something new for next year.

Not sure if there are any advantages in having a Social Group on an open forum.

Here is a poem for 2009:

The Old Year

The Old Year's gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he'd a neighbour's face,
In this he's known by none.

All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they're here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall--
A guest to every heart's desire,
And now he's nought at all.

Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But time once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year's Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.

(by John Clare)

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This is so lovely and very appropriate thank you for posting.......:)

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

I'm with HHH and Groucho Marx on this one.

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Which one were you meaning?

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I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

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Women should be obscene and not heard.

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The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

New Years hopes.

The new year lies before me open like a sore,
It's Bastard sister left me battered and bruised,
Kicked me and abused me until i take no more,
Father time won't keep me down his will to be refused.

Now if i can climb up despite my aching heart,
An orchid open to the world erect standing tall in the gloom,
I know that this new year my dreams will start,
My health,my mind,my creativity and my joy will start to bloom.

By Matt Harmston

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In the past few days I have found your poetry to be really quite uplifting Tri ....thank you so much...the volume and quality of your work on this thread has been quite astounding and in your darkest moments should you need lifting I think you should take a glance at all of the wonderful work you have posted on this thread and the pleasure it has given to many.....

Thank you. Night,Night everyone unless i can't sleep again.

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Originally Posted by freckle

In the past few days I have found your poetry to be really quite uplifting Tri ....thank you so much...the volume and quality of your work on this thread has been quite astounding and in your darkest moments should you need lifting I think you should take a glance at all of the wonderful work you have posted on this thread and the pleasure it has given to many.....

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Here here.

The Dying Year

by: Florence Peacock


There are no summer flowers
To deck the Old Year's bier,
Of all he gave so lavishly,
Not one remaineth here.

There are no leaves above us,
To serve for funeral pall,
Not one is left to cover him,
They long ago did fall.

There are no gentle breezes,
To waft his latest sighs.
Alone, by all forgotten,
'Tis thus the Old Year dies.

Ah! no, by some remembered;
Sadly his latest hours
Are watched by those who love him;
There is no need for flowers,

To show him unforgotten;
While sadly fall our tears,
As, with the peal of midnight,
He joins the vanished years.

The New Year
by: Ardelia Cotton Barton

With joy we greet the bright "New Year"--
Shed tears for year now gone.
Shed tears for all its dire mistakes--
Are glad o'er victories won.

A lesson all the past should teach,
That we must watch alway
Our little sins, lest great they grow,
And fill us with dismay,

And break all laws till they become
The master, we the slave
To evil passions, selfish greed,
Till not but ill we crave.

New resolutions we may make;
But if we keep them not,
But little good will they e'er do,
But little good be wrought.

Oh, welcome we the coming months!
Will give them hearty cheer.
We'll bury all our past mistakes,
In coffin of "Old Year."

So now you've all been told, watch put for those little sins and no law breaking - or else!:D