High Yule tide at nine

Many think it's over
But it just started yesterday
And as I missed the first night
Then tonight it's what I'll play

Hope has bruised knuckles at nine

Light another candle
Make the world a little brighter
Pull your loved ones near
Hold them a little tighter
It's dark and we need fire
So bring matches or lighter
Despair if far too easy
Together, we can fight her

Bundle up at nine

Look at that; it's getting cold
That is to be expected
So there is snow and all of that
And everyone's affected

A tribute to something at nine

Has it really been two decades? 
I don't feel all that old
But I've found myself again
That does things, truth be told
Maybe youth is overrated
Years not things to detest
It means that I am still alive
In the end, the only test

A really big Dealy at eight

The man waved at the crowded street
Many of them all waved back
People seemed pleased to be there
And yet, looking back
Somebody had other plans
For the nation to see
When those shots rang out that day
We were stained with history

Lots of affirmations at eight

A double-negative, in English, 
Is a positive they say
A double-positive, in French,
Is what we call Yé-yé 

It's warming up down there at eight

 An arctic front due this weekend
Things will be getting colder
I thought I'd warm it up a bit
With Brazilian bossa-nova

Get this party going at eight

Yes, I've been a way a bit
How long has it been?
Either way, I'm back again
Plus, it's Halloween 

Thank you all

I was here when it started
This was the home I chose
I watched while founders parted
The drama comes and goes

But throughout the many years
I've sent my little rhymes
And for all the laughter and tears
You have to say we had good times

When it all at last implodes
Hopefully, we'll stay friends
Even if we pick different roads
You'll have to tell me how ends

So blow a kiss, a great big mwah
It's not adeiu, just au revoir

Too many candles at eight

Has it really been that long?
The fifty-plus have found me
The gray and the extra weight
And a meteorologist knee

Feeling refreshed at eight

This weekend brings us a new moon
Plant those seeds and make those plans!
Give the house a nice, deep clean
Or skip all that and join the dance

Nailed it! at eight

Tonight we celebrate a death
The pharaoh's army or just one man
But, anyway you slice it
It means we'll eat some lamb

Hitting the archives at eight

We made it to Friday!
We're all still alive
And what else has survived?
These old 45s.

Getting crafty at eight

Every tour for every band
Has its own peculiar quirks
I missed it, so covers
Will have to do. That works.

Rearranging things at eight

Things got kinda wonky
When they took our cubes apart
The layout of an office
Is a long-forgotten art

Hitting everyone's allergies at eight

Flowers come in many forms
A prom corsage, a bride's bouquet
So, what better could bloom
On a nice, early spring day?

Enjoying a nice salad at eight

Another week has passed us by
And nothing too stupendous
But tomorrow's the day for knives
Cry, "Sic semper tyrannis!"

Finding a calm center at eight

The news is coming too quickly
We're all unsure and unsteady
Two weeks ago, it was snowing
How can it be March already? 

Uncomplicated at eight

I kind of miss my teen-aged years
The awkwardness and pimples
Or, maybe, I only miss
When things were much more simple

Living to extremes at eight

Negative numbers
Are not meant for temperatures
Final insult? Snow

And why? you may ask
Having such a cold Wednesday
After such warm days

Starting an hour early at SEVEN

Saint Valentine died in 269 AD
Patron saint of love and matrimony
But also beekeepers and epilepsy
For why that is, don't look at me

Taking a step back at SEVEN

We've only started February
And I don't know if it's just me
But the last month
Was more than enough
Things have been way to far busy

Wiggle into the new year at eight

The new moon on Wednesday
Starts the year of wooden snake
Fresh for brand new triumphs,
And room for new mistakes

Teach the next batch at eight

Normally, we we would go protest
We'd march in the streets and we'd sing
But we're all getting old
And it's terribly cold
So for now, we'll just do this thing

Cherish the good at eight

The sun is so much brighter
When we finally leave the cave
The shadows were nothing but dreams
We're going to miss you, Dave

De-icing at eight

We worked from home two days this week
To keep us safe from harm
And, while that is great and all,
I just wish it was warm

Back at it at eight

Two weeks were interrupted
By a couple holidays
They didn't feel special
They were just Wednesdays
And with all that's said and done
At least a Friday night has come