The crystal clings with toast of things remembered from the year.
The wine pours red and we nod our head to loved ones we hold dear.
A kiss held softly an embrace held tightly all to say I love you.
That moment of kindness of auld lang syne with feelings of old and new
Brace the old man who now lifts his staff among the stars of time
As we pray to the mystery of luck and fortune let’s sing to old lang syne.
We will remember and not forget and hold all unforgotten with years.
We will laugh among us, and cry for the lost ones all remembered in tears…
© CMM 2014
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As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf…
The labored Mother sighs
as birthing finds relief…
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing…
Humanity realized His birth
of the Resurrection King…
He came among the world
in quiet winter’s rest…
Chickadee without notice
continues to make his nest…
Copyrighted: CMM 2003
Second City
“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”
― Charles Baudelaire
He thought it was anonymous
I dare say it was not.
For history, time, and well intent
His soul long gone, body has rot.
The pages now among the bards
in halls and glass for history.
They have displayed all your answers
for poets like me to read your mysteries.
Harvard and Cambridge so inquired
You trusted and did reply
But the disclaimer at the top
Time has now denied.
© Christine McNeill-Matteson
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