Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Welcome To Happy New Year 2018 !

Time to re create the history ! welcome to happy new year 2018 folks. we hope that you are enjoying this weekend. we all are excited for this happy new year 2018 right ? hell yeah ! we are and we should be. and we will help you to celebrate this happy new year with lots of fun. you have to just visit our blog to get happy new year images,quotes,wishes and many more things. we promise you that our content will be original and genuine to your heart and soul. anyway this is our first post and hope you wont be disappointed ! so lets not waste our time and directly get into new year 2018.

new year 2018

Here is a small poem on happy new year 2018.

A Journey To A New Year

First day of the New Year.
It's time to shine for a new day.
Forget your past,
Your sorrow, your pain.
New ideas are waiting ahead.
It's time to recall your all memories,
Beautiful dreams that remain uncovered,
Painful parts of life when your heart gets crushed.
But don't be afraid.
The future is in your hand.
Hold it in your hand.
Start your race,
A new journey
That leads you to success.
You will rise again,
You will shine again.
Happy New Year!

As the world celebratesWith fireworks and cakesI'm standing here aloneFar away from homeWith nothing but a suitcase and memories

As the stars surround me like waterI raise my hands in full surrenderTo God, my RedeemerLord, this year is far from ordinaryI've never seen such extraordinaryPeople, places and thingsAmazing human beingsSearching for purpose, just like me.

Looking around, I wonderSince a year is like clashing thunderBooming suddenlyThen vanishing instantlyWhy waste time uselessly?The old year came and wentI hope your time was wisely spentOn helping others and working hardSo that many people may regardYour lifetime as truly greatAnd not just because of fateSo learn this lesson, but not from me!Try it yourself and you will seeMaking a difference starts with one stepWith one foot, then the next

So walk right now into the lightAnd find yourself shining brightDon't worry what people thinkBecause right now you're on the brinkOf showing others what is trueHappy New Year, from me to you.

Even during the worst of times
When I feel the years go slipping by
Life seems rife with possibilities
When the New Year arrives.

Buoyed by hope at the New Year coming
I feel renewed and want to start living.
This year I'll travel and see the sights,
I'll be bold, I'll be courageous.

I'll reach out and go beyond.
I might even try being flirtatious!
I'll be a new fish in a brand new pond.
This new year I'll be brave and I'll be strong.

Even though time does fly,
I won't let this year be wasted.
I'll look forward to new adventures
And be open to opportunities I am graced with.

I'll learn and laugh and have good times.
I won't dwell on years gone by.
I'll start each new morning a brand new way.
I'll pretend it is New Year's Day!

There are only two things now,
The great black night scooped out
And this fireglow.
This fireglow, the core,
And we the two ripe pips
That are held in store.
Listen, the darkness rings
As it circulates round our fire.
Take off your things.
Your shoulders, your bruised throat!
You breasts, your nakedness!
This fiery coat!
As the darkness flickers and dips,
As the firelight falls and leaps
From your feet to your lips!
– By David Herbert Lawrence

Rejection doesn’t lead me to dejectionBut to inspiration via irritation
Or at least to a bit of naughty new year wit-
Oh Isn’t it a shame my poetry’s not tame
Like Rupert’s or Jay’s – I never could
Get into their STRIDE just to much pride
To lick the arses of the poetry-of-earthers
Or the sad lady who runs KATABASIS from the back
Of a bike, gets shouted at by rude parkies
And writing huffy poems to prove it…
Oh to be acceptable and
Like Lavinia or Jo
With double spreads
And a glossy colour photo
Instead I’m stuck in a bus queue at Morden
London’s meridian point of zero imagination
Actually it’s a bit like ACUMEN with the Oxleys
Boasting about their 150,000 annual submissions-
If what they print’s the best God help the rest…)
At least my Christmas post had – instead of a card
From Jeremy Reed – his ELEGY FOR DAVID GASCOYNE –
The best poem I’ve had by post in forty years
And Jeremy’s best to date in my estimate –
The English APOLLINAIRE – your ZONE, your SONG
OF THE BADLY LOVED – sitting in a cafe in South End Green
I send you this poem, Jeremy, sight unseen,
A new year’s gift to you, pushing through
To star galaxies still unmapped and to you, BW,
Sonneteer of silence, huddled in the fourth month
Of your outdoor vigil, measuring in blood, tears and rain
Your syllable count in hour-glass of pain.
– By Barry Tebb

Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought.”
The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
“The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”
The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all y failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife.”Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old coem true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.

Now winter downs the dying of the year,   
And night is all a settlement of snow; 
From the soft street the rooms of houses show   
A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,   
Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin   
And still allows some stirring down within. 

I’ve known the wind by water banks to shake 
The late leaves down, which frozen where they fell   
And held in ice as dancers in a spell   
Fluttered all winter long into a lake;   
Graved on the dark in gestures of descent,   
They seemed their own most perfect monument. 

There was perfection in the death of ferns   
Which laid their fragile cheeks against the stone   
A million years. Great mammoths overthrown   
Composedly have made their long sojourns,   
Like palaces of patience, in the gray 
And changeless lands of ice. And at Pompeii 

The little dog lay curled and did not rise   
But slept the deeper as the ashes rose 
And found the people incomplete, and froze   
The random hands, the loose unready eyes   
Of men expecting yet another sun 
To do the shapely thing they had not done. New Year 2018

These sudden ends of time must give us pause.   
We fray into the future, rarely wrought 
Save in the tapestries of afterthought. 
More time, more time. Barrages of applause   
Come muffled from a buried radio. 
The New-year bells are wrangling with the snow

This is all folks for today. keep visiting us daily ! best of luck for this new year 2018.