With flowers I bid thee adieu
The year gone by with bittersweet memories,
And the year that touched with crescendo
And the year that let me be
Man of valor and man of no straw,
And man of manliness, and man of heroic conscience,
And the man who the distance saw,
Saw, for example, the magic of science.
With colors and flowers,
With mosaic and pattern,
Comes the year with fervors
To yet in deep ambition sow,
To see through fun and joy the life
And consign to oblivion all the dark
To come and pass off and be rife
With sounds of wren and lark.
To imagine the world yet to unfold,
To create fun, joy and love,
Of silver and of gold
To feel all high and all above.
Come on year, come, gliding down the hill,
Come up year, come, like spring
Let me to the deepest feel
Nothing bad that shrinks
But hold all that is up to the sky
To fly up the sky high.
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Failure and Triumph
If by virtue of time I drag my feet
and so push forward with time,
If by virtue of you I rise to shine,
If by virtue of you I distract out of way,
This is because I’m human.
I’m human so do I suffer— everything.
I’m human so do I move forward— every time.
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Moment
At the behest of Lord
Are the times drifting calmly like a sea-wood;
And, therefore, there is a way out from the God.
The invisible quests after the visible,
The immeasurable seeks for the syllable
Of the hymns chanted by the center of feelings,
From the morn to the darkening evenings.
In this quietude, the night takes forty winks
As the rivulets and brooks to the sea link.
He whispers His words
Through the nightly flying birds
To relinquish what’s bad and embrace God.
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Snowball
Snowballs and snow flakes over the aisle
In the backyard, lawn and dell
Somewhere to make a moment,
To view sometimes, somewhere to foment.
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Fatherland
A never, never land
And a chest of her valor,
The undying spirit of strength
A heroic courage of her soul—
Where is such a country of peace,
Bliss, happiness and elegance;
That is the home divested of dark,
Immune to ruining ecosystems
And evermore kept from being at loss;
That is a beauty of an eye,
Beauty of mind, of soul and of heart,
And that which is not destitute of vision.
But given the faculty of understanding,
In the world where peace is at risk,
Where humanity fades out at the hands
Of the callous, there’s yet a chance
To revive those worlds.
Be the world a peace maker
Be the hands a planter of seeds,
Be the world a lip that chants
slogan of humanity.
NOTE: Never, never land: an imaginary utopian place or situation.
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Go Until All
Errand across all lanes
Even in deep silence
Go across all hurdles
With pure, true souls.
For good alone die
Don’t feel shy
To open many doors
In all errands, all choirs.
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Music
Heaven may sound ugly
For we know not of the otherworldly
But music is all that cures heart
Until this beautiful world we depart.
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Merry Christmas
Days are here for Christmas seasons
that create joy and vision
For all those who have faith.
Christmas is a festival
that comes once in a year to let us cheer
Working together as peers.
It brings joys to the heart of many;
Many feel it a gifted festival
With carols and hymns,
You spend the days seeking of Him.
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Snowflake on Christmas
White flake tufts all over
The aura seems befitting for beer
But I refrained from it a long ago
And no, I can’t with it further go.
Snow days are sweet to behold
Snowballs good game, good to hold,
Keeps one fully fun replete
What a Nature’s bestowal indeed.
See the days dance in white beauty
Clement weather, a cup of green tea
To lead but joyous day on the going
With musicals, sweet and deep listening.
Play with snow and fill days with delight
Days shall then go with beauty at sight
Merry shall the time of Christmas be
Nature’s gift how beautiful, see.
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Snow Game
Kids play snowball
Deep fun and true joy of the soul,
They frolic and make a game
No worries, no rush, no shame.
Leave children play to on snow
They shall then with joys go.
What a game of tender age
A life’s solemn memory lane.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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