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Weekly Poems from Poems for Free: A New Year's Poem and More

HINTS OF HEAVEN, HINTS OF HELL

Hints of Heaven, hints of Hell,

As the year turns again.

Perhaps with you all is well,

Perhaps you are in constant pain.

Years come and go, millennia--

Nothing changes in the heart.

Each revolution's trivia;

We play new clad the same old part.

Years come and go, each as bad,

Each as good as those before,

As full of joy, as cruel, as sad,

Returning as we hope once more.

FAREWELL, MY FRIEND AND CONFIDANTE

Farewell, my friend and confidante!

As you go, so must I

Return upon the well-worn path

Each soul must travel by.

Wend where you will, my wanderer,

Even as you stay

Long-treasured in my lonely heart,

Loved well, though far away.

PERHAPS IT'S FAR TOO EARLY TO REVEAL

Perhaps it's far too early to reveal

A feeling not yet ready to be love.

The light of dawn, though hesitant, is real;

Real as well the hopes that time will prove.

I dance across the meadows of my heart

Carrying doubts that mingle joy and fear.

I know I'm half myself when we're apart;

All I want is with me when you're near.

CHEATING IS A CRIME AGAINST ONESELF

Cheating is a crime against oneself,

Hardening the insufficient heart.

Each finds in lies an easy path to pleasure,

Abandoning the way that leads to joy.

The choice is ever open, but the gulf

Increases as the actor plays his part.

No one who cheats can cherish long his treasure,

Given what of hope lies can destroy.

ANGELS ARE QUITE CONFIDENT

Angels are quite confident,

Now they are on high.

Given whom they represent,

Each appearing Heaven sent,

Let them serve God innocent

As we live and die.

HAPPY SECOND ANNIVERSARY

Happy second anniversary!

A time when marriage seems to settle in,

Perhaps no more remarkable than sunlight,

Perhaps no longer noticed more than trees.

Years lie ahead like roads that go cross country.

Songs of love now nestle safe within.

Even dreams are fast asleep by midnight,

Cradled in the heart like unshelled peas.

On such sweet silence let there now shine moonlight,

Neither shuttered out nor breaking in,

Descending like familiar ecstasy.

HOW BEAUTIFUL THE TURNING OF THE YEAR

How beautiful the turning of the year!

A moment artificial yet profound:

Point upon an arbitrary chart

Passing like a breath upon the heart,

Yearning with anticipation wound,

New hope new harbored in old-fashioned cheer.

Even when the boundary line is clear,

We recognize the oneness of the ground.

Years, like circles, do not end or start

Except we lay across their truth our art,

Adjusting dates as they go round and round

Revolving to a tune long sung and dear.

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