Happy New Year to My Proser Friends
Strutting a while tucked inside my soul
soul riding on ticket to new beginning
beginning month lines up with eleven siblings
siblings eager to plow through maze of days
days resound with vitality of New Year
year of reborn spirit in winds of change
change sprinting through cold cocoons
cocoons of intertwining fingers of time
time circling like merry go round
round and round – no beginning, no end
end of year holds time like playing cards
cards foretell hazy days of lusty singing
singing here come sun through clouds at last
last of tailgating feet across throes of yesterday
yesterday’s burdens hefting heavy sack
sack of sorrows thrown on burdened shoulders
shoulders casting off troubles on innocent New Year
Year past rants from portals as old sun departs
departure leaves room for new year to unfold
unfolding New Year sashays through door strutting.
Year’s confession
Fishing the whole sea to catch a dish,
Dishing Christmas jewelry to end the year,
Year swing's by to feel my scent,
Scenting vanilla on the last days drowns my fear,
Fear for death keeps me praying,
Praying my strength out make's me living,
Living in sin stains my life dirty,
Dirty heart games keeps me a loser,
Loser's pill sucks, finally making a new year resolution,
Resolution's grant make the new day a bliss,
Blissful memories still beautifies my dreams even when fishing.