Christmas – 2015
As I sit down to write this poem
My mind it does begin to roam
It’s files I sit and seek to comb
There’s not so much up in the dome
I know that up there much is stowed
Can’t seem to find the password code
I guess to many roads I’ve hoed
Should I dump some of the load?
But as I think there’s lots to say
So many they have lost their way
Their feet so often made of clay
My friends for them we all must pray
Refugees they come from far
Have no money, have no car
Are they running from the czar?
As they seek to heal the scar
In Canada we dumped the man
But does the new one have a plan?
For as across the land I scan
I just see another clan
The left it sings a mournful song
Its weak, its weak, not very strong
And as it muddles all along
It’s them not us who tune the gong
So we must sing another tune
Not wait my dear for a blue moon
For if we do not do it soon
I think that all of us will swoon
So come now people, let’s be brave
Dig us all out from the cave
A new direction we must pave
For this old planet we must save
Now as we look to the New Year
A new road we can help to steer
My friends we all must tune our ear
To a new path, a path that’s clear.
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The New Year
This is a New Year poem made by you and me.
On a 12 month-long canvas, with its significant marks,
the horse year has rolled over:
Floats of the season spread seeds for flowers and fruits;
the great green land breeds rich cultures and thriving lives.
Children sing and dance along their everyday routines;
parents work hard to provide pleasure and prosperity.
From rural area to urban center,
new buildings rise and broad roads extend.
Through community to community,
diversity spreads and dignity is shared.
We paint joy and praise peace.
We respect equity and agree to disagree.
From time to time,
somewhere in the world, the sky is falling;
we extend our hands and spirits for support.
Here and there,
our passages are clogged with chaos;
we work together to create great fortune.
New forces gather and signal changes.
Our city and country are leading with promise.
This is a New Year poem.
It has been made by you and me.
On a 365 daily calendar,
each of us makes a difference
so that we can share love and enjoy peace;
each of us kindly contributes
so that together we all can celebrate.
As 2016 arrives,
another New Year poem will form.
It will be made by us.
Here is our land; here is our opportunity.
Together we will guard this land,
together we will build our great fortune.
Anna Yin/ Mississauga’s Inaugural Poet Laureate
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On Sat, Dec 26, 2015 at 10:46 AM, Chris Faiers <email@example.com> wrote:
Thanks Errol ; )-
Sentiments so many Canadians share. At least the dark clouds of the Harpy decade have been lifted, altho the electorate flocked like sheep from one traditional party to another. At least they flocked. I honestly thought Harper would enforce some national emergency law to stay in power, he's such a neo-fascist. Wait, that was Justin's dad who enacted The War Measures Act. arrgggggh! (but a hopeful arrggh nonetheless).
Anna, would you pls send Errol's poem back inside an email so I can post it on Riffs & Rips? - many thanks
best wishes to all for 2016!
Chris ... & Chase wrffffzzzzzzzzzz
p.s. look what you've started, Pearl ; )-
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That was quick ; )- your poem is very powerful & heartfelt - truly the Canadian vision for the future. I'm going to post it with Errol's poem - hope this is OK?
On 2015-12-26, at 10:51 AM, anna yin wrote:
Here it is and also my new poem to read at our city's Mayor Levee on Jan 3.