Go No More A-Roving

So we’ll go no more, no more
So we’ll go no more, no more

So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath
And the soul outwears the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself have rest

Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
By the light of the moon

For the sword outwears its sheath
And the soul outwears the breast
And love itself have rest
Love have rest

Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon

We’ll go no more a-roving
We’ll go no more a-roving
We’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon

So we’ll go no more, no more

(Leonard Cohen, 2004 : https://youtu.be/uX9EVnbYjhI)

Winter (Zemestan)

Your greetings they’ll ignore.
With their heads resting on their chests,
They seek warmth from their breasts,
None affords to lift a head to greet the guests.

Vision is limited,
The road’s dark and slick.
Your extended friendly hand is refused,
Not because they are confused;
They rather keep their hands where they are warmed.
It is frightfully cold. Do not be alarmed.

Observe your breath,
Leaving the warmth of your breast;
Turns into a dark cloud
Before it rests
On the wall before your chest.

If your breath is this unkind,
What is amiss; if
Distant and near friends,
Were to keep you out of mind?

My manly Messiah,
Uncompromising man of faith!
Winter is cowardly and cold,
You keep the words warm,
Sustain that stance bold.

Accept my greetings.
Let me in.
Your nightly guest:
The pedestrian rock,
The curse of creation,
The uneven melody.

Allow this pest, a moment of rest.
I am not from Rome or Africa.
Allow the Africans the south,
North, the Romans.
Colorblind I am,
Enough for both.

Let me in!
Let my sorrow in!
Be a good host,
To your ever-present guest,
Who shivers behind your door.
Have mercy on the poor.

There is no hail.
You may have heard a tale,
There exists no death,
Only chattering teeth and a short breath.

Tonight I intend to pay back
The account for which I lack
It is not too late
It is not midnight
There is no morning
Don’t be fooled by the dawn’s false trap.

My frozen red ears
Bespeak winter’s harsh slap.
And your universal sun
At the mercy of each breath,
Rather than your coffin
Brightens the hidden cave of death.

Dear friend, with wine,
Illumine the sight;
Night is day
Day is night.

They’ll ignore your greeting
Amid this depressing weather
Doors are shut
Heads on chests
Hands hidden,
Hopes are cruelly cut.

Trees are but
Crystalline skeletons,
The sky’s moved closer;
The land is devoid of life,
Dimmed are the sun and the moon
Winter is rife.

(Mehdi Akhavan Saless, 1928-1990)
(Translated from Persian by Iraj Bashiri )

To a Mistake Filled New Year

I hope that in this year to come,
you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes,
then you are making new things,
trying new things,
learning, living,
pushing yourself,
changing yourself,
changing your world.

You’re doing things
you’ve never done before,
and more importantly,
you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you,
and all of us,
and my wish for myself.

Make New Mistakes.
Make glorious, amazing mistakes.
Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before.

Don’t freeze, don’t stop,
don’t worry that it isn’t good enough,
or it isn’t perfect,
whatever it is: art, or love,
or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing,
Do it.

Make your mistakes,
next year and forever.

(Neil Gaiman, 1960 – )

January Hymn

On a winter’s Sunday I go
To clear away the snow
And green the ground below

April all an ocean away
Is this a better way to spend the day?
Keeping the winter at bay

What were the words I meant to say
Before you left
When I could see your breath lead
Where you were going to

Maybe I should just let it be
And maybe it will all come back to me
Seeing, oh, January, oh

How I lived a childhood in the snow
And all my teens in tow
Stuffed in strata of clothes

Hail the winter days after dark
Wandering the gray memorial park
A fleeting beating of hearts

What were the words I meant to say
Before she left
When I could see her breath lead
Where she was going to

Maybe I should just let it be
And maybe it will all come back to me
Seeing, oh, Janu…
Oh, January, oh

(The Decemberists, 2010:
https://youtu.be/XqDlTKqxu2w)

Hopes for a New Year

Let the sky celebrate!
Let it pour some rain
to wash away the past years’ grief.

Let the fireworks speak
announcing a New Year to break,
displaying seasons of different flavours.

Oh New Year, can you restore
our hopes and spill our fears?

I wonder.. What will you bring?
Happiness, confusion, or sadness?
Let the other years witness..
your joy, your pity, your cruelty,
and your niceness.

So New Year, I have too many hopes in you.
My wishes are infinite, what are you going to do?
Don’t disappoint me, I suppose you already know.
The hope fountain knows no chains,
Don’t tell me it’s all in vain..
Tell me how I can refrain myself
from dreaming in my dale.

If only there was a chance
or even an opportunity in disguise,
I wouldn’t cease proving
and proving my worth all the time,
I would use my ship to sail,
And you will witness my success..
This is what I promise,
And here comes the test..
Let me declare it in that feast..

So New Year, I have too many hopes in you.
I hope you lead me safely to the shore.
I hope you can be nice to me,
just nice and nothing more.
I hope you vanquish this tornado of sores.

I don’t ask the sun to be always shining.
I don’t ask the day to be much longer.
I don’t ask the guiding stars to be brighter.
I don’t ask for more flowers or more powers.
I don’t ask the sky to be clear from clouds,
so no rain of misery and frustration to be found.

All I ask for is some peace around.
All I ask for is some peace of mind.

So New Year, I have too many hopes in you.
My wishes are infinite, what are you going to do?
Don’t disappoint me, I suppose… you already know!

(Noha Alaa El-Din, Norina Luciano, 2017 )

New Years Eve

When the bells all ring and the horns all blow
And the couples we know are fondly kissing
Will I be with you or will I be among the missing?

Maybe it’s much too early in the game
Ah, but I thought I’d ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year, New Year’s Eve?

Maybe I’m crazy to suppose
I’d ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations you received

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?
Oh, what are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?

(Frank Loesser, 1947)
Ella Fitzgerald: https://youtu.be/FIcuK7wW8bU

Learn to Fly

You were born with potential.
You were born with goodness and trust.
You were born with ideals and dreams.
You were born with greatness.
You were born with wings.
You are not meant for crawling, so don’t.
You have wings.
Learn to use them and fly.

(Rumi, 1207-1273)

Joyous Kwanzaa

Founded by Dr Maulana Karenga in 1966, Kwanzaa runs from December 26 to January 1. It is inspired by the First Fruits Festivals celebrated by the Nguni peoples of KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa and Swaziland; as well as Juneteenth (June 19, Freedom Day) celebrating the abolition of slavery in Texas in 1865.

Kwanzaa (Swahili for first fruits) celebrates the 7 principles of African heritage (Nguzo Saba) : Umoja Unity, Kujichagulia Self-determination, Ujima Collective Work and Responsibility, Ujamaa Cooperative Economics, Nia Purpose, Kuumba Creativity, Imani Faith.

During the week-long celebration of Kwanzaa, seven candles are placed in the kinara (Swahili for candle holder) – 3 red on the left, 3 green on the right, and a single black candle in the center. The black candle is lit first, then each day it alternates between red and green, each candle representing the principle of the day.

Special symbols and decorations are used, certain clothing is worn, there is drumming, music is played, readings related to the day’s principle are discussed, and Kwanzaa foods and drinks are shared. After 53 years, Kwanzaa is now celebrated not only in the United States, but also in Canada, parts of Europe, Jamaica and Brazil.

To those who celebrate, I wish you a Joyous Kwanzaa!

To learn more please visit: https://www.deviantart.com/falsedelic/art/Kinara-model-575065635, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kwanzaa, http://www.officialkwanzaawebsite.org/index.shtml

12 Days of Christmas

The 12 days of Christmas runs from December 25 to January 5. January 6 is Epiphany, celebrating the coming of Magi (3 Kings Day). Epiphany Eve, January 5 is also known as Twelfth Night.

The 12 days of Christmas was originally a chant, with French origins. In 1780, it was published for the first time in England, in Mirth without Mischief. As part of game played on Twelfth Night, the poem was to be recited and if you made a mistake you had to pay a forfeit – give a treat, trinket or kiss.

On the first day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
2 turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree

On the third day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
3 French hens......

On the fourth day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
4 calling birds...

On the fifth day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
5 gold rings...

On the sixth day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
6 geese a-laying ...

On the seventh day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
7 swans a-swimming

On the eighth day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
8 maids a-milking ...

On the ninth day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
9 ladies dancing ...

On the tenth day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
10 lords a-leaping ...

On the eleventh day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
11 pipers piping ...

On the twelfth day of Christmas my dear love gave to me
12 drummers drumming ...

(Frederic Austin, 1909. arranged to traditional folk melody)

Learn more about the tune at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Twelve_Days_of_Christmas_(song)

Learn more about the 12 days of Christmas celebration : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twelve_Days_of_Christmas

Christmas Waltz

Originally released as the B-side to the famous White Christmas, this fabulous Christmas tune was written on a hot, dry California summer day, at the request of Frank Sinatra.

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
May your New Year dreams come true

Frosted window panes
Candles gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree
Santa’s on his way
He’s filled his sleigh with things
Things for you and for me

It’s that time of year
When the world falls in love
Every song you hear seems to say
Merry Christmas
May your New Year dreams come true
And this song of mine
In three-quarter time
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too

(Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne, 1954)
Frank Sinatra : https://youtu.be/OfmcEok4mkE



	
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