Ode Written On The First Of January

Ode Written On The First Of January by Robert Southey
Come melancholy Moralizer—come!
Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath;
With me engarland now
The SEPULCHRE OF TIME!

Come Moralizer to the funeral song!
I pour the dirge of the Departed Days,
For well the funeral song
Befits this solemn hour.

But hark! even now the merry bells ring round
With clamorous joy to welcome in this day,
This consecrated day,
To Mirth and Indolence.

Mortal! whilst Fortune with benignant hand
Fills to the brim thy cup of happiness,
Whilst her unclouded sun
Illumes thy summer day,

Canst thou rejoice—rejoice that Time flies fast?
That Night shall shadow soon thy summer sun?
That swift the stream of Years
Rolls to Eternity?

If thou hast wealth to gratify each wish,
If Power be thine, remember what thou art—
Remember thou art Man,
And Death thine heritage!

Hast thou known Love? does Beauty's better sun
Cheer thy fond heart with no capricious smile,
Her eye all eloquence,
Her voice all harmony?

Oh state of happiness! hark how the gale
Moans deep and hollow o'er the leafless grove!
Winter is dark and cold—
Where now the charms of Spring?

Sayst thou that Fancy paints the future scene
In hues too sombrous? that the dark-stol'd Maid
With stern and frowning front
Appals the shuddering soul?

And would'st thou bid me court her faery form
When, as she sports her in some happier mood,
Her many-colour'd robes
Dance varying to the Sun?

Ah vainly does the Pilgrim, whose long road
Leads o'er the barren mountain's storm-vext height,
With anxious gaze survey
The fruitful far-off vale.

Oh there are those who love the pensive song
To whom all sounds of Mirth are dissonant!
There are who at this hour
Will love to contemplate!

For hopeless Sorrow hails the lapse of Time,
Rejoicing when the fading orb of day
Is sunk again in night,
That one day more is gone.

And he who bears Affliction's heavy load
With patient piety, well pleas'd he knows
The World a pilgrimage,
The Grave the inn of rest.

31st December

31st December Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Last day of the year,
Today,31st December, dear,
I hope you all on this very day,
Stay and enjoy without fear.
Live a life of human being
With compassion, forgive
And forget all for any action.
Live a life with nectar, my dear,
And see, everyone as your
Near and dear and keep all
Together, treat them as
One family members, all love,
All peace be with you
During the whole next new year.

Gajanan Mishra

December 31st by Marina

December 31st by Marina Gipps
Black glove at my neck- the end of the year.
Those lovers were soldiers, bed spies,
bombs of leg losing, the mind dropping in one blow.

Masters of bullets, sacred sabotage, reasons why
I listened to the radio blaring the sweet song
of someone else's bad news.

Voices of valleys in the distance,
sinking at the notice of runaway trains,
the apocalypse-what little we know of it,
the quiet contemplation of last night's champagne.

I search for any light in the flickering distance,
as the sound of the unknown approaches.

MARINA GIPPS

December 31st

December 31st by Richard Hoffman
All my undone actions wander
naked across the calendar,

a band of skinny hunter-gatherers,
blown snow scattered here and there,

stumbling toward a future
folded in the New Year I secure

with a pushpin: January’s picture
a painting from the 17th century,

a still life: Skull and mirror,
spilled coin purse and a flower.
Word of the Day Infantilize

Word of the Day Infantilize

Word of The Day

INFANTILIZE

To infantilize means to treat someone as if they are a child—by underestimating their abilities, denying them autonomy, or speaking to them in a patronising manner—regardless of their actual age or competence.

📘 Definitions

Infantilization is the prolonged treatment of someone as if they are much younger than they really are

treat (someone) as a child or in a way which denies their maturity in age or experience.

to treat someone as if that person were a child, with the result that they start behaving like one:

✍️ Example Sentence

“It’s important not to infantilize adults by making decisions for them without their input.”

“my generation grew up in a time when women were infantilized and treated as property”

Origin and History

The word infantilize comes from the Latin infans (child) and the suffix -ize, meaning “to make into,” essentially meaning “to make childlike” or “to treat as an infant”. First appearing in English in the 1930s, it’s formed from the adjective infantile (dating to the 17th century) and describes making someone immature or dependent, often used in social or psychological contexts. 

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Infantilize is a powerful word because it highlights an often-overlooked behaviour that can affect confidence, dignity, and independence. Understanding this word helps us become more aware of how language and actions can unintentionally diminish others, encouraging more respectful and empowering communication.

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When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me By David Romano
When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me

I wish you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say

I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
Each time that you think of me
I know you will miss me too

When tomorrow starts with out me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand

The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And that I would have to leave behind
All those I dearly love

But when I walked through Heaven’s Gates
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me
From his golden throne

He said this is eternity
And all I promised you
Today for life on earth is done
But here it starts a new

I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
And since each day’s the exact same way
There is no longing for the past

So when tomorrow starts without me
Do not think we’re apart
For every time you think of me
Remember I’m right here in your heart


When Tomorrow Starts Without Me is a heartfelt poem that aims to comfort and console those who will be left behind after their death