Winter Snow

Winters come and winters go,

But here we rarely see the snow

That blankets all the towns up north,

So people have to sally forth

Dressed fro proper winters when

Each year they see the snow again.

Start of a New Year

Celebrations round the world

As a new year is unfurled

With midnight’s coming to each land,

Moving through each time-zone band.

Fireworks mark the moment when

Another year begins again,

And many people stay up late,

So that they can celebrate.

In many places, far and near,

The start of yet another year.

Plans for 2017

A new year is starting, and what can I do

To make sure that all of my dreams will come true

Relating to what I have planned to achieve

In the coming twelve months, as I carefully weave

A list of the tasks which I’ll keep as my goal,

Which I will complete through the year as a whole,

Being realistic, not aiming too high,

For there’s no point in thinking I’ll reach for the sky

When aware I can’t do it; but also I know

I must be quite wary of aiming too low,

Or I won’t have to work with the purpose in view,

That I will succeed in some things that are new.

Changes to Socialising

People need to socialise, by mixing with others more,

Meeting them all face to face, as people did before

The coming of computers and their side-kick, mobile phones,

So that many live their lives within “no contact” zones.

Most socialising’s done today through things like Instagram,

Twitter, Facebook and Linked-In, where friendship’s just a sham,

Instead of talking face-to-face, or on the telephone,

Speaking to an actual friend, just them and them alone.

End of Year Sales

Massive sales are on again, with most big stores partaking,

And for the next few weeks they’ll be their normal rates forsaking,

Offering throughout their shops, huge discounts to attract

The many bargain hunters who are lured in by the fact

The discounts are stupendous, making items very cheap,

And so through all those many doors, the eager shoppers leap.

But though the shops are filled with goods, and prices are reduced,

And most of them are hoping that their sales will give a boost

To general profits for the year, it really should be said,

That there is often little there worth spending money on,

For items that were popular have mainly already gone,

And all that’s left is things that no-one wanted much before,

But promises of discounts bring crowds surging through the door.

End of 2016

A new year we will shortly see,

With this consigned to history.

What have I achieved to date?

I really wouldn’t like to state;

Suffice to say, I now well know

That what I planned a year ago,

I haven’t managed to complete,

And sadly must admit defeat,

For in the few days left this year,

It couldn’t ever be more clear

There’s no way now I can succeed

In finishing each single deed

I’d planned back when this year began,

But maybe for next year I can.

The Black Sea Plane Crash

Another plane has crashed, and it would seem that all are dead,

Gone from happy take-off to an unplanned watery bed;

We do not know the reason why the flight came to an end,

Two minutes after leaving, and a great deal will depend,

On if it was an accident, and no-one was at fault,

Something that no man on board had any chance to halt;

Or if it turns out that the crash is found entirely due

To some untimely error, emanating from the crew;

Or if investigators of the cause have need to face

That terrorists could be involved, which still could be the case.

Whatever in the coming weeks the experts may decide,

It cannot change the awful fact that ninety-two have died.