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New Year Resolution

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On this lovely winter’s morn,
I took my daily constitution;
and reflected thereupon,
my New Year’s resolution.

To do away with hurt and strife,
to cause the thoughts of war to cease;
to initiate the joys of love,
to bring about the gift of peace.

To promote forgiveness, and to forget,
to bind the wounds of one another;
to treat all people with respect,
to treat all men, as your brother.

To pray, to laugh, to be content,
to elevate one’s holy soul;
to recognize deficiencies,
get rid of them and make one whole.

To lend a hand when it is needed,
to bend a bit, but not to break;
to share the spirit with each other,
to honor God, for heaven’s sake.

 

– David Lessard

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New Year

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Farewell to the old year forever,
And all its sorrows and care
We’ll bury in our hearts, and endeavor
New troubles and trials to bear.

The old year has gone with its sadness,
In oblivion to dwell evermore;
The new year will come with its gladness,
To welcome the rich and the poor.

Ah, welcome the new year with pleasure,
And welcome home friends, that is dear;
Be happy and joyful together,
And greet each happy new year.

Some people will meet in sadness,
For death has entered their home,
And robbed them of joy and gladness,
And left them forsaken and lone.

Young people not meet it in sorrow,
For their hearts are blithesome and gay,
Trouble will come with to-morrow,
So let them be happy to- day.

Farewell to the old year forever;
Lay its sorrows aside with a tear.
Think of the future; and endeavor
To greet each happy new year.

 

– Julia Ann Moore

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Poem At New Year

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Once, out on the water in the clear, early nineteenth-century twilight,
you asked time to suspend its flight. If wishes could beget more than sobs,
that would be my wish for you, my darling, my angel. But other
principles prevail in this glum haven, don’t they? If that’s what it is.

Then the wind fell of its own accord.
We went out and saw that it had actually happened.
The season stood motionless, alert. How still the dropp was
on the burr I know not. I come all
packaged and serene, yet I keep losing things.

I wonder about Australia. Is it anything about Canada?
Do pigeons flutter? Is there a strangeness there, to complete
the one in me? Or must I relearn my filing system?
Can we trust others to indict us
who see us only in the evening rush hour,
and never stop to think? O, I was so bright about you,
my songbird, once. Now, cattails immolated
in the frozen swamp are about all I have time for.
The days are so polarized. Yet time itself is off center.
At least that’s how it feels to me.

I know it as well as the streets in the map of my imagined
industrial city. But it has its own way of slipping past.
There was never any fullness that was going to be;
you waited in line for things, and the stained light was
impenitent. ‘Spiky’ was one adjective that came to mind,

yet for all its raised or lower levels I approach this canal.
Its time was right in winter. There was pipe smoke
in cafés, and outside the great ashen bird
streamed from lettered display windows, and waited
a little way off. Another chance. It never became a gesture.

 

– John Ashbery

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It’s A New Year With New Beginnings

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Perhaps I say this too quick
For my words are richly thick
But if I were to take a pick
I will look upon love as a new trick
So what!
It’s a new year with new beginnings

A cocktail of winnings
A diet of slimming
Hairstyles with new trimming
Soon my desire will be thinning
while market stores make a killing
So what!
Its a new year with new beginnings

I toast my glass as I am drinking
Cheering out aloud and singing
I know there are so many feelings
I should aspire to be unveiling
For once I will start chilling
So what!
It’s a new year with new beginnings

The New Year resolutions
The New Year illusions
That cause great minds great confusions
Watch! As I move forward with new solutions
So what!
It’s a new year with new beginnings

A time to be bold
And lay out with the cold
While the shadows of my past
Attempt to walk my path so fast
But it’s a new year with new beginnings
Old habits it’s time for deletion
New ideas, this time I will pursue your completion

 

– Sylvia Lovina Chidi

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New – Year’s Eve and New – Year’s Day

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GOOD bye, Old Year!
And with thee take
Thanks for the gifts to every land
Thou broughtest in thy bounteous hand,
And all that thou hast taught to hearts thy lingering steps forsake.

Good bye, Old Year!
The Past awaiteth thee,
Who ruleth in her power alone
The kingdom of Oblivion.
Silent she sits in ebon chair;
Falling mists of dusky hair
Veil her dark eyes’ glorious shine,
Full of wise help, and truth divine.
Silent, unless a fitful sound,
As from some cavern underground,
Steal from her lips; the company
Of ancient Years that round her be,
Then chanting, one by one, give tongue
To old experience in their song.

Good bye, Old Year!
Thou goest forth alone,
As we shall do: thy pages gay,
Seasons and months who round thee play,
Attend thee to Earth’s farthest verge, then back! to greet thy son.

Hail, New-born Year!
Cradled in morning clouds
Golden and white. I cannot see
Thy face–’tis wrapp’d in mystery;
But Spring for thee is painting flowers,
And Summer decks her woven bowers;
Rich Autumn’s sheaves will soon be reap’d,
With store of fruits in sunbeams steep’d,
And one by one with gentle hand folds back thy sunlit shrouds.

Hail, New-born Year!
Shining and beautiful.
Thou wilt step forth in plenitude
Of youth and its rejoicing mood.
Last child of the half-century,
And time of coming victory
Over the spirits of night and sin,
Whose howlings of defeat begin:
Thou bringest hope, and labour bless’d
In visions of successful rest,
Bringest great thoughts, and actions wrought
In fire upon that forge of thought,
And with the soul of earnestness I think thy youths are full.

Hail, New-born Year!
My utterance is too weak
To tell of all I think thou bringest,
To echo back the song thou singest;
But the very winds of Heaven, for those who listen to them, speak.

 

– Bessie Rayner Parkes

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