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Turkey so dry that I can’t speak Brussel sprouts boiled for a week Roast potatoes burnt to a crisp Lumpy gravy I feel Sick Jan Allison 26th October Inspired by Andrea’s contest but not written for it!

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Poet's Heart of Gold

Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets


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The Mirror Of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.

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I think back

When I think back...
 I see your eyes on me across the room,
 The way your lips slowly curve into a happy smile,
 Your strong arms holding a child,
 And I think back...
 Do you remember being the "Big Man" on campus back then?
 Or the easy ways of the women you've held?
 The loving hearts that you've shuttered and broke?
 And I think back...
 Do you remember those secret games we once played?
 Or the silent pleas to the Lord that you've made? 
 The loving family you've had and destroyed?
 And I think back...
 And I think back to the way things are and smile,
 And I think back to the way you were and I know,
 And I think back to the man you've become and I love you,
 And I thank back...then I thank God.

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Just For You

I’ll get those stars and offer you with love. Your stellar writes are our joys You’re the greatest poet -best mentor of all. I’ll pin near your heart token of gratitude your comments, contests and poems -great inspirations
May 26, 2013 1pm Note: This is especially for my dearest poetry sis & my greatest poet. First Place Contest: Free Verse Judged: 5/31/2013 Sponsor: My greatest poet & sis Linda A Second Place Contest: a Poem In Honour of PD Sponsor: Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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I don't know of later

That I am alive today
Is His grace I should exalt.
That I conceives thoughts
And am able to interprete them
Into words for minds to receive
Is another reason I think
He deserves my praise.

This new episode of my life
Is like a dream.
A dream that
Perhaps I know 
Where its starts
But I don't know 
Where and when
It will end.

A nation of pieces may not contain
My words,
My feelings,
My emotion,
My desires...
For now.
I don't know of later.

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Dragon Holiday

            Dragon Holiday
      (Be careful what you eat)

Dad and I went hunting on giant’s mountain
They sleep for hours at a time so we climb kinda sneaky
Crawl real slow over their big arms and limbs
And noses that snore louder than the wind
Our hunger grew as we entered dragon valley
We had our sights set on a baby one
They are easy to catch and put in a bundle bag
We charm them with a cookie and a smile
I had dragon burgers on my mind
They say the tail is tender and delicious 
We love it with cranberries on the table with side dishes
A young blue dragon galloped up to us and spoke
He said his name was Teddy
I said, my name is Dave.  This is my dad
And what a coincidence!  I have a bear at home called Teddy
Would you like to join us for Thanksgiving Dinner?
Another coincidence popped up
They too have a holiday the same as us
And call it, The Celebration of Breathing Fire
His mom and dad said yes to dinner
But we couldn't put him in a bundle bag
As dragons don’t like to suffocate
We were so happy to find our talking friend called Teddy
That we could no longer think of serving him as food
Next to the turkey or even as a side dish
Because he was so polite and oh so civil
We simply had him as our guest for dinner
The moral to my story is
Eat your dinner but don’t eat your friends
The end

Created on 10/18/14 for- Fable to the Rescue – Poetry Contest

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Communion with Dawn

In the stillness of the early morn 
When nature shakes off the remnants of slumber 
Leaves stretching, flowers opening 
I sit quietly with my cup of tea in reflection.

Gazing at the first visages of dawn 
As the sun lazily climbs into the heavens 
Gradually dressing the day in a kaleidoscope of hues 
Huddling a bit deeper into the quilt I have wrapped about me.

Oh quiet morn what blessing will you bestow today? 
A gentle shower, a warm caress? 
Or will passion shatter us from our doldrums, 
Enveloping fury of an unleashed tempest.

Communion with nature, I tune into earths heartbeat 
Thundering through my blood, rejuvenating my soul 
I rise and salute you in prayer and thanksgiving 
Calmer from the spiritual union of birthing a new day.

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I don't know how to abandon 
This maniacal world 
Where electric words stalk my nights, 
Devouring my mind. 

Volcanic images appear 
As uninvited guests, 
Wrestling atrophied concepts 
Into structured rhythm. 

Metaphors tease unrelenting 
As sounds tickle my heart, 
Disowning my need for respite 
From red saturation. 

Yet I feast upon each moment 
Of inspired reverie, 
Count each hour of sanity 
An insulated gift. 

I fall into meek thanksgiving 
For voice of expression 
Even as I hear the approach 
Of mystified ideas. 

For what would I be without art 
Conveyed in written form 
But an aching, unfulfilled soul; 
Derelict and deprived?

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A Prayer For Strength To Be Yourself

It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,

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When it comes to prayer
I feel inadequate to the task
Unsure what to ask for
Selfishly requesting the things I want
even though I know You are not a genie
confined to a bottle

Please help me to see beyond the me
my child like needs
Freedom can't be found in the temporary
Help me to lift others on my words
to Your loving hands
Coat my tongue with Your praises
Let thankfulness rise from my page
Infuse me with Your compassion
for all that I have and am belongs to You

Let me be Your instrument
allow Your music to flow through my veins
Help me to hold nothing back
with my hands please hold the poor
Use my broken for Your cause
My selfish prevents me from seeing with Your eyes
I realise I need to let it go
For You are my King,
brother, sister, wife, friend and mother
Every ounce of special in my life
The cup of Love that overflows
Seeds of happy that you have sewn
Let them grow until every branch 
reaches towards Your generous and Holy Heart

For Regina's Prayer contest

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My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

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Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013

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In God's Hands

  I am malleable in God’s hands, 
No one can shape me like He can, 
He never gives me anything that I can’t handle, 
He always knows what He is doing, 
No one can compare to Him, 
He is the father I never had, 
I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, 
Because He made me, 
He loves me, 
And I love Him, 
I will never be able to put my heart into someone else’s hands with such trust!
Because He is love! 
And I am His. 
- Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 

                                                  Jeremiah 18:6 NIV
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. 
“Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.

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A Winter's Tear

A Winters Tear

Latent waves of shimmering vibrations disturb the world,
tossing leaves and forcing grass and trees to weep a lament.
My winters breath is snatched away decimated and lost.
The hidden sun glides the horizon silhouetting the mountains,
grey bubbling clouds smother the raised land with their weight.
Man and beast march head bowed in slow laboured steps,
As if to pass unnoticed like pall-bearers, to the seasons gone.
Passing familiar places they ignore my shuffling gait.
I walk this path of memories each and every day,
sometimes sitting beneath the lonely bridge of dreams.
A winter’s tear blurs my vision, as memories stir my soul,
Visions like scattered diamonds spread out to relive. 
Only to trudge on to journeys end and there to rest for awhile,
Where the warmth of my family will shelter and heat my bones.

Seosamh de Burca 21/11/13

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Before a rainbow appears there must be a little rain

Before a rainbow appears
there must be a little rain
Before we find true love
we must have a little pain
you might run away from your problems
but your problems still remain
you have to leave the past behind
before you can make a change.

To travel through life successfully
you have to accept life is no bed of roses
and you have to ride the storms
see problems as a challenge
you can learn from
take the bull by the horns.

You can't rely on others
to give you a helping hand
and get on
you may have won a battle
but there maybe a war to overcome.

Life is for living
and serving God up above
to thank him for all he has done
and his love.

Don't put off until tomorrow
what you can do today
or one morning you may wake up
to find it's too late
your old and grey.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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By Our Side

By my side:
The tallest mountain,
The calmest pond,
The purest stream;
My hope and strength,
Faith and love;
The Lord,
Our God,
Always by our side

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Jesus, Please Take Over Me

You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?

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by Patrick Cornwall on Friday, January 20, 2012 at 10:08am

He was the last of his kind and it was known.

Some dated him one hundred years and he had style.

Christmas was his time and the rest of the year he felt nothing.

But Thanksgiving came and some cared and tried to help.

They came in their vans with  Almighty Church of Thanksgiving and Christmas  painted on its sides.

But after the New Year he was alone again except for his friend the rat.

He slept in the subway, where it wasn't too bad.

His clothes were in tatters  and the rat brought him food.

His  blanket was newspapers which he  read and then slept underneath.

Sometimes the rat read to him while he snoozed.

The niners went casually around him and his newspapers but some listened to the rat reading.

The rat was nice and sometimes the Old Man would read to him too.

The rat loved the funnies and would roll over holding his stomach laughing.

The Old Man grabbed his Thunderbird and gave some to the rat.

The rat drank when in the mood and most times he was.

The rat wasn't supposed to drink because of his high blood pressure.

The old man loved the rat but he often disappeared and it made him sad.

He took a pull and wondered where the rat had gone and braced against the cold.

He saw the rat  sitting in the  booth where the tokens went and rat waved him through.

He was hungry and searching found a perfectly good hamburger in the pickup window.

People watched as he dug in the trash can and the train  lighting the tunnel.

He washed the burger down with the last of his Thurnderbird and decided to get on the train before it came.

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

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I thank THEE Oh, LORD
All the treasures, THOU HAST
So generously upon me
My life
My sight
My Hearing
My touch
My scent 
My taste 
My arms
My legs
My brain and every other
Treasures of worth untold
Money couldn’t ever buy 

Forgive my, LORD,
My egoism
My ingratitude
My greediness 
My complaining
My insatiability
My forgetfulness,  

If only THY charity was I able  
To remember
The multitude of the unfortunate ones
That are not as blessed as I,
Every second should I THEE, for life,
Thanksgiving offer 
Only once a year!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   27 NOVEMBER 2013

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My Gift

Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs

Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word 
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel  
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus 

I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels 
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all

I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

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Pastoral poetry

When you wake up well 
from bed
Stand up and praise your 
'Cause He worth it.

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My Thanksgiving

This time of year
If I was a turkey I'd fly away
It's just fair
That such lies be told about thanksgiving day
But I shall give thanks anyhow
For a country limping away from its past
For liberty like a statue
From mix iron cast
Calling me to huddle with its fold.

Yesterday, my mother went 
Shopping in the Bronx
Took a bus and rode in the front
A white gentleman got up so she could sit
I thank him very much
No, not Abe Lincoln and the Abolitionists alone
Bobby K got up all on his own
And there was an Iroquois
Sucking on a turkey bone
And there was my father
Staggering down the street alone
And icicles hang from the trees like ropes
And melted to the ground

I have much to give thanks for
This time of year
But the troops shall not see me cry
Because they are over there

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High maintenance babe

you look
like a peanut 
in a bad neighborhood...

Back in time
you dreamed to date
Brad Pitt
but he was taken
from Angelina Jolie
a true man eater
then you hooked-up
with a hairy biker
a body builder
who is about to explode
like a thanksgiving turkey
feed in steroids and cocaine
like a pig in an all you can eat
garbage joint
who goes crazy
and beats the crap out of you
at night
and early in the morning...

it's white snow
but dogs poop 
on it...

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Holy mother earth, 
So much,
You have offered all of us, the  
Whole summer,
Time has come, for you, to
Slow down!

A soft bed,
You should prepare for yoursef, made
From autumn’s golden leaves 
The winter in complete relaxation to pass,
Slowly to recuperate

Mother earth,


The reviving call of spring, wakes 
You up


Another miraculous circle of life to


© Demetrios Trifiatis
 20 SEPTEMBER 2014

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Lying helplessly in that hospital bed
is a fellow panting for air
though he pays dearly for an artificial one
He deeply yearns for intensive care

toiling behind bars is an innocent fellow
Convicted of a crime he never committed
restricted from the sunlight and freedom
living his days in waste and boredom

roaming the streets is that lonely child
in search of a friend and place to call home
hoping that life on her would be a bit more mild
and give her Love and Shelter with a dome

living in that admirable castle
is an extremely wealthy fellow
wanting for more than just a nestle
he craves for peace as he looks out his window

in a casket six feet beneath
lifelessly lies a fellow rid off breadth
once pregnant with fascinating dreams
but now terminated before birth

exclusively sited in this auditorium
are Royalties and dignitaries
descending from David's Throne
otherwise called the Root of Jesse

a generation saved with Amazing grace
and called into a rewarding race
approved to approach the throne of Grace
whenever in need to seek God's face

Let's now chant thankfully extravagant praise
that he may lengthen our days
and give us a wholesome raise
that we may in our generation set the pace.

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Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!

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It all started with the Pilgrims and the American Indians. 
They broke bread to resolve their differences and work towards a better life..together. 
This Thanksgiving let us remember that we are all good as individuals..but we are better together. 

So as we celebrate this the company of those we choose to share this Holiday with..let us remember..that being together as friends family doesn't have to be a spend time together. 

Time is a precious gift..given straight to us from Our Father. 
It's the time we spend together..the little tiny moments..that give 
us a reason for going on. Her smile in a crowded room. His eyes from across the table. His cackling laughter from the next room..that makes you laugh...Your eyes, when you get it.. Screams of Victory! our team is winning. The touch of her hand to let you's going to be alright..that's why we celebrate. For times like that. Soft moments..and hilarious laughter. It's hard to have those times with anyone one else except your Family and FRIENDS. 

So Pray with your friends & Pray with your family as you break bread..Pray that you will always have each other on Thanksgiving.
It is TIME to be thankful and grateful..for those warm moments..and memories. 

I beg you this Holiday..let Uncle know-it-all's comments roll off your back..and LET your Mom's nagging put a smile on your face. Let your Sister slide..when she says something stupid ...and have empathy for long stories by Grandma. Please..please Enjoy your FAMILY and Friends. Be your heart..and LOVE all despite their faults. I say this as a FRIEND, as a Wife,,as a daughter and as a Sister. If you hear anything I've said hear this one little thing: SPEND TIME ...soon their will be less at your table. 
Food for Thought.
Let's say it together...Amen.

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Once Again With Words Unspoken

Looking up through the trees
Above the canopy of stars
I see you, with my heart’s eye
Beautifully dressed in heavenly refinement
Perched delicately on a soft, fluffy cloud
I hear you, with my heart’s ear
Singing and rejoicing with psalms of joy
Surrounded by a glorious chorus of angels

Looking down through the stars
You see me, looking up at you
You smile a knowing smile
Sending a gentle wind to caress my face
Drying the tears streaming down unnoticed
You reach out a knowing hand
Mending the heart that feels lost and broken
Filling the empty spaces with peace once again

Looking up through the trees
Above the canopy of stars
I speak to you, with my heart’s voice
Thanking you once again for always knowing
For always seeing the need without a word spoken
I sing to you, with my heart’s voice
Songs of praise and thanksgiving for all that you done
Faithfully knowing, this and more, you will continue to do

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To the Lifegiver

You’ve given me another year
365 blank pages
To fill up
I know that your ultimate desire
Is for me to fill them in ways
That are according to your will
And that bring you joy
And that make your divine face
Break out into a smile
Of approval and love
That lights up the universe!

I know that I’ve lost the plot
This last year
I haven’t followed the plan
And I’ve wounded you
With things I’ve said
Things I’ve done
Things you wanted me to do
That I’ve left undone
The things I’ve thought
And yes, Lord
The things I’ve written
My unruly and rebellious heart
Grieving your heart of infinite love

You’ve given me life
All the days I live
Are written in your book
Before one of them came to be
You also know
When I will breathe my last
And rest in your arms

And yet….you grant me life
And you keep this heart beating
And this soul breathing
Giving me chances to get it right
Not the call to obedience
Though that is important
But the giving of my heart
And all that I am
Without reservations
That’s what you want
For me to get right because….
Once that is in place
All the rest follows

I know, Lord
I know…
I am grateful
For this gift you’ve granted me
This birthday I’ve celebrated
I’m grateful that you wink
And turn a blind eye
To many of the things I do
For you remember my frame
And know that I am dust
You know…as high as the heavens are above the earth
Your thoughts are than mine
And so…you are patient
And loving
And devoted to me

You wait
And you long
And you reach out to me
Granting me more days
So that you can recreate me
The way I’m meant to be
More years
To get it right
Because in the end
This life that I live
Is just a breath
I’m a flower
Blooming today
Withering tomorrow
But you want me to be
A forever flower
Resplendid in glory
Blooming for eternity
And that’s why
That’s why
You’ve granted me 
Another year
Another chance
To love you!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

*I've used several Bible texts in this poem. I haven't given references, nor have I used quotation marks because I've paraphrased, but I do want to give due credit to His Word...which is a revelation of who He is! :)

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Melancholy Mood, Last Less

Those pitiless days ’re enough to puzzle the compassionate mind.
A phenomenal gesture, soon sued to have downplayed the legit,
That even the impartial impact was bandit with words.
Not so funny ’re those days
That devils 're clad in bigotry .
And soon ready enough 
To poison soups 
Meant for the entourage.
Pitiful quill perhaps has taken over this weakening wit.
Now struggles continue.
Exclusive parcels to all the greenery gestures.
Your compassionate touch is well noted
And well felt.
Thank you so much for the deliverance.

Penned by:
Abdulhafeez Oyewole


Previous contested poem title: 5 Minutes Challenge

For: Russell Sivey's "Complete Your Poem" Contest.

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I'm Thankful

Thanksgiving is a day
To be thankful for all
That we have in life
With those that we love.

I'm thankful for my family
For being there for me
Always there to help
Supportive and loving.

I'm thankful for my friends
Whom I'm happy to have met
That brought joy and light
To my life as I did for them.

I'm thankful for music
That cheers me up when blue
Inspires and moves me
To help my creativity flow.

I'm thankful for life
Although there are storm clouds
The sun shines through them
To bring light to the world.

Those are the things
I'm quite thankful for
On this glorious Thanksgiving
Especially the delicious turkey.

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Mans best friend cowers in the corner
with her family by her side... desperation...
smoke and flames had invaded their peaceful home...
when all looked hopeless,
off the hinges the door crashed down
with smoke swirling uncontrolled...
through the black darkness,
a hero emerged...

A beautiful picture of humanity was born 
another chance at life had come...
a loving vision of her family running through an open field, young and free,
in gratitude...
she turned to the burly Firefighter,
and with a lick to his face
her thanksgiving was shown...

A family thrives.....



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A Woman Like You

   Always I have dreamed of loving a woman like you ,
So kind and understanding in all of the things you do.
   Everyday you are always the same so full of life,
Making me so proud the day you become my wife.
    Never do I worry when things do not go my way,
Only words of encouragement you would have to say.
    To hear  you laugh or to see  your beautiful smile ,
Stays with me in my thoghts for such a long while.
    I am forever thinking of the happiness you bring me,
Confirming our lives together  was always meant to be .
   Every night I Thank my Lord for how special you've been,
I find myself a very Blessed man for what he did.
   A person could ask for no more when it comes to love ,
Especially when there's no doubt it was made from above.

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On my knees, humbly, Thee I implore,
My Lord,
To forgive me, your foolish servant  
Complaining for having not  
The things I desired:   
The color of eyes I wished for,
The gorgeous ears, 
The lovely nose
The fine-looking hands
The straight legs,
The stunning body,
Instead of 
Thanking Thee for what Thou to 
Me have given:
Eyes that your creation 
Can see,
Ears that Thy melodies enable 
Me enjoy,
A nose that nature’s aromas 
let me scent,
Hands that allow me to touch and 
To caress,
Legs that permit me to move about 
Finally, a body swift and strong to 
Keep me healthy for such a very 
Long time.

Show Thy mercy, my Lord, I Thee beseech 
I have failed the worth of all Thy divine gifts, 
Sooner to realize!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   28 AUGUST 2014 

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Pizza Again

Pizza again 
The turkey was placed on the table.
Pies in the oven baking. 
The football game on tv.
Grandma yells"dinner on"
Went all of a sudden the turkey is gone. Can't be found nowhere.
The back door was open, but no one was there.
When grandpa yells pizza again!
There was no Thanksgiving dinner this night.
For the dogs on the corner had a joy. 
While we sat and gave blessing for the pizza boy 
It's pizza thanksgiving not turkey this year.

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My Prayer

Dear kind and loving Heavenly Father. Humbly I bow my head before you and thank you for all the love and mercies you have shown me. Thank you for giving me a roof over my head and groceries in my cupboards. Thank you for those you have given me. All my family and friends and also those who take care of my soul by feeding it every Sunday and pray for me every day, especially when I am week and sick. I feel your love through them and the powers of their prayers. I know I am not always worthy of your grace but because your son gave his life I rejoice that I have the chance to try and be a better person. Over and over you have forgiven me and I pray you help make me worthy. Help those who are week and lost, let them know and feel your love for nothing can give us more strength and peace then when we are under your wings. Hear the cries from those who are suffering. Please be gracious to them and end their suffering. Father I can never thank you enough for you answering my prayers in the last while. The doctors are amazed how well I have bounced back and I know it's from so many prayers from so many. I will never doubt again the power of prayer and thank you for letting me experience such joy. I pray all this in Jesus name Amen.

Brenda Meier-Hans 

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This is the day the Lord gave

I did not know then what gods there were
And was never concerned or thought about
But I do know for certain now
He can come to us to any form.

I had been attacked by the dragon “cancer”
Threatening to take away *my talent to speak.
I heard his voice, “Come unto me and rest”
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down thy
Head upon my lap, don’t be sad or downcast”.

I did not see him positively in any of his form
But I did feel him in a divine way never felt before.
He came to me as a doctor diagnosing earlier
Giving many years to live and roam the world over
To see and to play with my grand children 
As if that’s not all, shortly with great grand children.

That was the day He gave me the perfect health
And relief from suffering, turmoil and labor.

*•	Cancer of the Vocal Chords ( in 1994)


January 30, 2015
Second Place win
Contest: This is the day the Lord gave

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Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!

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To The Man Who Almost Killed Me

Don’t involve me in your suicide!
Did you see me coming,
On that lonely alpine bend?

Nowhere to turn,
Cliff wall to the right,
River to the left.

I hit the brakes,
But you kept coming.
Just stay in your lane!

The A.M. shift would miss me this morning.
Instead, they would pry me from my smoking car.
Pain breaking across me with every gasp.

Thanks! I spent Thanksgiving in the I.C.U.      
They carefully knitted my bones with titanium.
I  have a metal souvenir in my knee.

The scars have mostly faded now.
A plastic surgeon reattached my nose.
Still as good looking as ever.   

You could have carried more car insurance.
I spent it well.
But I have questions.

What were you drinking that night?
Why did you try to drive?
Why did you choose me?

Guess it doesn’t matter now!
It was you last drink.
The front end of my car was your last vision.

It is eerie to be apart of a stranger’s death.
Even just as a misfortunate target.
Our opposing forces snuffed your life.

You did not suffer like I did.
I still remember their coded description.
D.O.A. (Better known as dead on arrival.)

If somehow I could say three words,
To your drunken face,
It would sound like this,

                                                  “I forgive you.”  

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The Harvest

Once a year we come together as Americans and celebrate Thanksgiving.
The Indians greeted the Pilgrims, "How", one said.
Perhaps this meant hello, or maybe, just maybe by the grace of God it really did mean how....?
How will we come together and fix a feast? How will we communicate? It is still this way in America today.
A day to Thank God for what we have and the people in our lives.
As we set the table in remembrance please do not forget the harvest. 
Life is understanding, faith, hope, giving and giving thanks in this nation; One Nation, Under God, Indivisible... With Liberty and Justice for All.

This year's harvest laid upon the table top.
There's turkey and dressing, potatoes and noodles, with a bit of an implemented side dish of green bean casserole to suit, cranberry sauce of course! My friend may I have some corn before the pumpkin pie?
China or casual, or just a plain paper plate one may wonder. This is some of the abundance we ponder.
The women in the kitchen bring it all together and the men make small talk as the children learn a tradition that they too, will carry on.
There's nothing left in the fields. It's time to share.
It's the harvest!
Winter's soon to appear.

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It Is Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is here. To a family, or friend's home, you have been invited. You get all dressed up for the ocation. You get there and everyone is happy to see you. You greet everyone, than you just sit around talking and catching up on old news from family and friends. Dinner is almost ready. They are just putting on the last touches. Soon the Hostess calls, that dinner is ready. But first grace must be said to give thanks to God. A person has been chosen to do that honor. Everybody had agreed, before you got there that it would be you to do that honor. The question is - are you ready, are you you prepared to recieve this honor? Always be prepared, always be ready. We should always give thanks to God everyday of our lives. Give thanks for the blessings we get everyday - not only on Thanksgiving Day, or special ocations...
11/20/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Poet's View: Things to think about. hope you enjoyed the read. Happy Thanksgiving

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"Give thanks for unknown blessings already on 
their way" - Native American Saying.

Give thanks for the rain that showers on you,
and makes crops to grow.

Give thanks for the Sun that warms your face,
and makes you to embrace each day.

Give thanks for night,
because we are able to gaze at the starry sky with awe.

Give thanks for the birds,
as they make you to crave to soar.

Give thanks for the rivers and lakes that provide
us with fish and water to drink.

Give thanks for the flowers and butterflies,
that decorate our lives with beauty.

Give thanks for the trees that give us a shade and shelter.

Give thanks for our ancestors, who left us guides on how
to return to the Chief Spirit, and live in harmony with two-legged,
four-legged, crawling and swimming animals; we too are able to be united.

Give thanks for other good things that you haven't yet seen.....

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  -Dharga Nagar Safa

All plants also tree,

Unfolding their hands like a V,

Praying for going green-

What a beautiful seen?

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Thank You God

You are so great God
How can I ever thank you
For all that you have given?
You have given me so much God
So much 
More than I have asked for
Or think of
You did not have to do it
But you gave
And I will never forget that God
You are so kind
So very kind
I could never thank You enough
You have made my world a one of a kind
And you have changed me
So much
You are One and only One
Bless you God
Thank You
Love you

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O Turkey My Turkey

O Turkey My Turkey are you about done?
You’ve been in the oven since way before dawn
The people; so excited are waiting and waiting
For every bit of deliciousness that we are plating
Mash potatoes, gravy, cranberry, yams,
Green beans, Mac and cheese, and so much more
All waiting for you and stuffing to come thru the door

O Turkey My Turkey all tender and brown
You are finally ready; for us to gobble down
All of your goodness is gone with such flair
Nothing left but a carcass and so much despair

O Turkey My Turkey what have you done?
We’re almost asleep and the days barely gone
Unable to relish the desserts of today
All because we had heaps of tryptophan this very day
Alas, we shall doze and soon we shall savor
Yummy pies, cookies and cakes with all sorts of flavor

O Turkey My Turkey, you have been so dear
But I’ll fall for another same time next year.

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See him on the field 
Lying... Lying limp.
Bringing rivals together
Waiting... waiting for something
No reaction comes
Stare... Stare at nothing
He's moved his hand
God... God help him
Stretcher comes for him
Listen... Listen for something

Texas v. Texas A&M  Thanksgiving 2009.

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In the oven And a turkey to devour All love ones from all over the world Are dearly remembered in our hearts and minds. One single reason that I would know Is hurdling all the hardships Though what dealt into my hands are short Only God let graced and blessed. You and I must join All together pray, THANK HIM He knows when the foundations Are made from hard bricks and stones. When at first there were annoyance All the stumbling blocks are a nuisance It will never block aspirations To a better, blessed unending tomorrow. Thanksgiving we give it all Yes, the fruits must come into dining And the grandkid’s noise and laughter are music And their embraces are priceless gifts A hundred times this thanksgiving My heart knelt to you dear Lord.

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Sobs, Comments, and Belly laughs

Comments to read, comments to read
Sobs and tears, wailing and heartbreak
Comments to read, comments to write
Long flowing pens and paper by the reams
Belly laughs, smiles and inspiring joy
Friends without faces, galliant men on fiery steads
Heroic women with compassionate hearts
Long flowing gowns and rolling landscapes
Comments to read, poetry to write
Escapism from the heartbreaking sobs
Grace for today, thanksgiving in comments
The elixir of the God a balm to his heart...

Everyone helped me to update this poem, Thank you all!!

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I love to eat; and I always wanted to learn how to cook
But mama said I wasn’t capable yet
She would always let my little sister stay in the kitchen and watch her make Sunday 
I guarantee you if mama let me do that, I’d be the best cook you bet
My sister was seven and I was nine
And for some reason my mother thought females were more efficient in house labor and 
But that doesn’t apply to me because I have a passion for making food and comestibles
And if I don’t become a good chef, I might end up in central bookings

So I called my aunt to see if she can teach me and she was so happy
Every Saturday, she would pick me up, put on my apron and teach me dish from dish
After she taught me everything, one day I snuck and made my way into mama’s kitchen
I decided to cook a six-cheesed lasagna and smothered teriyaki fish

Suddenly, the light flicked on and off
I turned around and saw mama there with her belt
As I trembled, she walked up to the stove and tried a piece of meat
And when she smiled and licked her fingers, I knew how proud she really felt

I felt proud that I was able to stand up for myself
And when mama had me cook on Thanksgiving I felt even better
As I built up my arrogance I went to my sister and said…..
Anything you can cook, I can cook even better

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The Day After Thanksgiving

The day after Thanksgiving
The turkey is gone from the table.
No football on tv. 
The apple pie is gone for good 
The grandkids are gone.
Now I have some words.
Who"s going to clean up this mess?

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The Finter Holidays

There is no greater pleasure than the mixture of fall and winter


We start with Halloween

The pumpkins, the sweets, the treats

Black and orange set the tone

The chill is just starting to hit your spine

You can smell it in the air

Feeling on edge

Waiting for the scare

BAM!  It comes, it goes

The temperature drops

The turkeys better run

You better buy your elastic pants

And make room in your house for the whole family


The fire, the gathering, the attire

The smell of pumpkin floods your nostrils

You gain an internal warmth

Let us say a prayer for this meal

Look outside, winter is now here

The transition from fall has been made

Pull out the scarves and hats

And set out your Christmas mats

The fat man is coming to town

Put away your frown

This is a jolly season

Decorate the houses, prepare the tree, sip your cocoa

Mistletoe is in the air

And the sound of wrapping paper is in your ear

We're getting close

You better turn in your list or you're toast

Christmas eve

Sleep early, listen for the jingle bells

Christmas morning, looks like Santa stopped by

Welcome to winter

Say goodbye to Finter

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Hear my prayer oh Lord

Hear my prayer oh Lord and let my cry come unto Thee,
Don't hide yourself away from me in the days of my troubles!
Incline your ear to me, Father in the day that I call,
please answer me quite speedily, Heavenly Father hear my prayer.

All honour and praise to you be glory given;
Almighty Saviour, Lord and King:
All of creation by your mighty hand was made,
Before the foundations of this world you came to save me!

Now worthy I come before your throne of grace,
saved by the precious blood you shed;
You gave your life that I might live with you for evermore,
I praise you, Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

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Thanksgiving is about
Being thankful for what you have,
Now wht you dont have.
So what's all be
Thankful for this Thanksgiving.
And be with family,
For those who have one
or be with a love.
And also Thank god
Your Alive.
Even if you lost everything.
Even if your struggling.
Even if things isnt going your way.
Still Be thankful.

Cause you could be
Going through worest
LIke Most people are.

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Lonely Thanksgiving Holiday

brought upon myself.
My' Grass is greener" mentality
Is the reason why I'm sitting here on
Thanksgiving lonely.
I cook, not your typical meal,
Spaghetti with chunks of Veal.

A lone soldier,
are these feelings real?
these emotions hard to conceal..
Do you feel me?

Over time my heart will heal,
can you hear the lyrics my heart is singing.
My depression, so surreal.
On this lonely Thanksgiving holiday....

Jared Pickett

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Fantasia - America

Light cuts through 
    the crowds
illuminating the park
Mothers with children walk by 
    Stores open 
          and people come on out 
into the streets
    America is open for business
    This country has done 
some terrible things 
Non - withstanding it is our homeland 
   The colonists came here for 
 Persisting - despite the cold and winter snows
   Now, Thanksgiving has come 
       Yes, we should apologize to our red brothers 
    But this Thanksgiving 
is the time to think about 
    all you are thankful for 
In this fantasia - this America

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I Remember.

    The antique paint chipped thermometer would not give up it's cache of mercury from it's 
frosted bulb even in the blinding brightness of the sun on the iced landscape.
    I remember peering  through ice daggers and translucent unicorn crystal horns hanging 
from the eaves outside the picture window of my Vermont country home which commanded 
a view of the valley below. My breath formed a vapor mist on the glass as I strained to look 
down to the blurred pine tree reflections imbedded in the black ice driveway. The long drive 
coarsed an impassable mirrored arc down to the ice covered dirt road at it's end.
    That narrow road dropped rapidly from our drive and snaked into the valley. It was lined 
on one side with numerous trees, but on this day they were transformed into a sunny iced 
extravagansa of porcelain barked Maple trunks supporting heavily drooped crystaline mazes 
of branches and sparkling blown glass twigs.
    I remember walking through my breath and the only sound was the crunching of my 
boots through the frozen crust surface of the polished platinum field. The two houses in the 
valley below were releasing thin straight lines of undisturbed smoke which were calmly 
claimed by the azure skies.
    I remember stopping to watch with bated breath the spectacle of the sunshine crashing 
into thousands of icy tinkling twigs; swirling colors flashing around in an island of tall white 
Birch ice sculptures directly in front of me. The streaked paper bark was frozen into razor 
feathers and rustic belle petals protruding from glassed tiffany trunks.   CRACK!!! The sound 
of an overloaded tree giving way under the weight of it's new load of glitter. Then I 
remember ...consciously breathing again through the frozen vapor ice collected on my 
mustache and beard, thinking a thanksgiving prayer, while I slowly crunched back to my 
home with an arm load of firewood.

inspired by Laura McKenzie's
Winter Adornement contest.

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After Halloween and
Before Christmas is
A feast to be refreshed.

With hands clean
Where everyone
Sits around a happy
Harvest dressed.

You share with your teen
Sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie,
Turkey and the rest.

To Mary our queen 
Of peace who prays 
For us, from whom
God we are blessed.

A time for prayers seen
And thanksgiving of many kinds 
And peace making in our nest.

In fall the sun isn’t sheen
Always, but the
Harvest is full of zest.

On my chair I lean
And dine with my family.
A thanksgiving fest. 

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Thanksgiving is 
Being thankful
Love ones
I'm thanksful
My Baby Girl...
Cirly blond Hair like the sun.
Deep blue eyes like the sea.
Heart warm as can be.

I'm thankful to have you
in my life
And have a beautiful 
Daughter as yourself

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You are beautiful
and nothing stands
near in comparison.
Your ears are always
opened to hear
and your arms
opened to embrace.
You are sincere
and a bearer 
of burden.
You are wisdom
and very tolerant.
You are forgiving
and a ready guide.
All things were
made by you
and without you
nothing was made
that was made.
You reign in glory!

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Cloudy Apparitions

The rain blesses us, cleanses, 
And sends water to the soil.
The plants answer on a sunny day,
Thriving and growing.
Ah to have a garden,
Where potatoes and cauliflower,
Corn and lettuce,
Tomatoes and brussel sprouts,
Florish and grow,
To reap each year. 
Delicious meals at the dinner table,
Prepared carefully.
To bake fresh bread and rolls,
Pies and cakes,
A Thanksgiving blessing. 
Relatives and friends gathered at the dinner table,
Together blessed and well cared for.
Brings sunshine and happiness,
On a rainy day to us all.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach  Schutz

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O November, you are one of the twelve stepping stones in a year, created as an element in 
the cycle of time.

Without you Thanksgiving and a transition to colder days would be absent.

Without you that one day every year on which I age, would never occur.

We are people, speaking to the world of your importance and of the essential role you play 

I ask you to come around at least once a year, and not to be late.

I promise to make your presence quite pleasant and worthwhile, for I will celebrate each day 
of your being here to the fullest extent.      

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The trip to grandma's

The trip to grandma's
The snow has covered the ground.
All the trees are white.
The road to Grandma's house is covered in ice.
Pa gets old tom the horse out of the barn.
To make that trip once more this year.
I set in the sled ready to go as I dream of apple and pumpkin pie.
I can think only of the Turkey and how it must smell cooking in the oven.
It's over the river and down the road the snow blows behind the sled.
I stop my thoughts for just one minute. To give thanks to those that give me this day.
To day is thanksgiving and I give thanks to all!

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The Turkey Surgeon

I get this job every year
I have never been to medical school and I am just a lowly nurse
Yet it seems that every year my family hands me the electric scalpels and puts me to work
I surgically slice and dice ole Turkey Lurkey
Once he comes out of the oven he begins to get that nervous look upon his face

"I wonder how she will approach me this year?
Will it be the prone presentation or supine? 
One year we ordered Cornish hens and it was sublime!
No carving required!"

This year I have a new blade and it is revved up and rearing to go
First I delicately removed his thighs and cut perpendicular through his breast
His gizzards were harvested at the beginning of the surgery all neatly tucked away in a nice little baggy
After Turkey Lurkey’s flesh was neatly arranged on the tray 
I took the remaining juices and basted him one more time
Lean and tender and just on time
He arrived to the table straight from the O.R.
Happy Thanksgiving from my surgical suite to yours!

The Turkey Surgeon,
Gwendolen Rix

This is my official Thanksgiving Day poem!

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Dilemma in Plural

My problem with this one is
I don't know which
dilemma to pick.

Is it the one that goes
if I choose Thanksgiving dinner with in-laws in Texas
will parents in Georgia and Arkansas feel real offended?

Or how 'bout the one
about callin' in sick when you're not but admittin' that
won't give you time off you want and probably need?

My hair looks like a triple cross among
Lady Gaga, Mitt Romney and Mick Jagger but I've only 
forty bucks 'til next Friday and the cats really need to be fed.

Cobwebs in the corners disturb but take
time to remove when I could be

Gonna stop now 'cause
dilemma is tough enough
but quadrilemma is blowing my mind!

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It's From Up Above

This love I have for you is like none I've ever known,
   Something through out all these years I've always shown.
But my heart is full of sadness because of where you are ,
   You would be with me this moment if it wasn't so far.
I strive and I struggle searching just to find a way,
    Never quit and never lose faith is what I always say.
You and I will be together if it's the last thing I do,
   All my dreams and thoughts are all of being with you.
So hold on to me tightly my dear and  don't you ever doubt,
   The feelings we have for each other is what loves all about.
It may seem at times so hopeless and your ready to give up,
   Just remember what we have and why we should stand tough.
Never could I imagine being in this world without your Love,
   For I know this plan of you & I came from the Lord above.

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Where You stand
You beam greenly bright unto the skies

Where You stand
You bow upon withering fields

Where You stand
Shades the scorch and down-pour

Where You stand
Is Hope from beneath and above

Beneath You stand over the fields
Above You stand unto the skies 

Where You stand
Is your gift of Life 

Be Grateful
As a Tree on withering fields

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah

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As an inmate, holidays are very difficult, being away from family and loved ones, and the 
smell of food from the kitchen. This will be my last Thanksgiving and Christmas in this awful 
place.  So eat some turkey and pumpkin pie for me;)
     I want to wish you all a very special blessed Thanksgiving.  I want to name individual 
names for it's more personal.  Some of these names are great friends, a couple I hold dear 
to my heart, some I'm fond of, some are my favorite poets, and some just don't prejudge 
     So have a warm Thanksgiving; Marty Owens, Audrey Carey, Carolyn Devonshire, Ruben 
Ortellao, Jared Pickett, Madison Thomer, Syed Amaan Ahmad, Deb Wilson, Jayne Eggins, 
Constance La France, Linda-Marie, Francine Roberts, Carol Brown,
Dr. Ram Hehta, John Freeman, James Fraser, Celene Crescent, Sarah Hales, Robert L. 
Hinshaw, Scarlett Williams, Catie Lindsey, John Heck, Lynette Chachere, Andrea Dietrich, 
Wilma Neels, Nette onclaud, Princenella Casado, Hitendra Mehta
     Love you guys!  God Bless X  My address to say hello to me Jimmy M. Anderson
#0459587 P.O. Box 2405 Marion NC  28752  Also my email to send me friends request on 

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The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss

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                       A   THANKSGIVING  DAY   MESSAGE

                Today,  there’s only  ONE  WORD/WISH  to LIVEBY:


      G        -       GOD

                 R        -       RULE  o’er  us   and  consecrate   HER

                 A       -       AMERICA (USA), its Citizens and  friends

                 T       -        TOTALLY  and  TOGETHER

                  I       -         INSPIRING    us  this

                  T      -          TWENTY- SEVENTH (27TH)  THURSDAY  of  November 2014

                  U       -         UNIFYING  us

                   D      -        DEFINITELY without  DEFAULT

              E       -         ENJOYING/ENJOINING/EXPRESSING our  LIVES

        forever  and freely  WE  THANK   YOU!!!

                   GOD  BLESS   AMERICA (USA)!      *        GOD BLESS HER CITIZENS & FRIENDS!
(Oh, yeah Can you see!)     

              WILLIAM    S.   LABTIS






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Orpheus My Valentine Not Dead

Last night I believed I saw three Witch Beings 
relent and cast down from winter moon 
Orpheus, free riding.  

Happy all with his magical lyre.
Not in bereavements of old, 
no traps and lures set with crying, 
he called to me.

His sun-gold limbs were elegant intact.
Feet swift where night wind took him.
Blood red were his cheeks and marked,
telling where he’d been.

By fate or by plan that night he came
into my darkened room, my bed.
His whispered song tenderly to hold me.
Orpheus, my valentine, not dead.

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Pastor Allbright

Pastor Allbright 
- a man the community knew as
a pious man
diddled his niece
under the Thanksgiving table
testing her leg with his 
salad fork
and inching his 
bulbous thumb
across her thigh.

Slipped out back 
through the screened porch
out of sight of the family
lit a smoke
and stepped into the 
starry, autumn night.

A sixty pound ball 
of frozen waste
- a blue ball of doom
dislodged from the belly 
of a passing airliner
struck the pastor square
in the center of his baldpate
killing him instantly
his  cigarette still
burning in his mouth
as he lay across the
kid's red wagon,
not to be found
until everyone
had their pie

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Apartment 2B

Memories echo off of empty walls;
Pencil marks in the door jamb record heights at different ages;
Squares of whiter paint give proof family photos once hung there.

The oven has been scrubbed clean of past Thanksgiving turkey messes;
Toothpaste splatter has been wiped from the bathroom sink;
For want of a returned security deposit, all evidence of life within has been cleansed away.

Only four replicated keys lay on the kitchen counter.

The bare and empty rooms weep for the family who loved her for a small portion of their 
And yet, are gloriously hopeful of the new tenants just days away from rejuvenation in a 
new light.

Full apartments on either side and across her well lit hallway,
Are homes to friends of those who left and strangers to those on their way.

The sounds outside of her open windows somehow enter empty rooms so sad;
Those same sounds are received so joyously when furniture and souls abound.

Do not mourn too long, my empty temptress; laughter and love will soon fill your rooms 
once again.
New secrets and new revelations will accompany new pencil marks on freshly painted door 

Apartment 2B will be someone’s home once again.

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**I felt a little inspired by Thanksgiving, hope everyone has a good holiday!**

Turkey, ham, potatoes, yams.
Corn, turnips, green bean casserole.
Cranberry sauce.

Thanksgiving is a time of thanks.
Be with family and friends.
Go around the table full of food.
Say something you are thankful for.

I am thankful for my family.
I am thankful for a roof over my head.
I am thankful for a great feast.
I am thankful for a good job.

Now the table is cleared, and the desserts are set up.
Apple pie, pumpkin pie, cookies, cakes.
Ice cream, ambrosia, cupcakes, chocolate.

When your belly is full, unzip those pants.
Sit around the couch with family and friends.
Just being together is something miraculous.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone!

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Planet Dizzy

"Maybe if I sit between her and her plasma screen she will just
 focus all of her attention on me.  There was just one thing wrong 
with that assumption,  I blend in with the area rug that her sister 
bought for her during Thanksgiving in this place called Texas.
I bark at the hikers as they pass our wall - sometimes they are 
walking their dogs on the trail.  When I get into those what she 
calls 'my barking fits' she says, 'Dizzy don't be rude... unless they 
are crawling over the wall, there is no reason that you should have 
such a loud bark for a little dog.'
Now, she is very careful who she lets pet me that's on account that 
I bit one neighbor who I'll call Bob ' the one who dared' he was trying 
to be nice but he didn't know that I had previous owners thus previous
 issues with men, and he didn't know that I have rather thin skin 
even though my fur is soft.  So as he was hunched down daring 
to pet me, I felt unsure about his display of affection and I bit him 
on the finger.  I guess lucky for my human that no blood was drawn.
She tells me everyday how good I have it.  It goes something like this, 'I
 kiss you, I put lots of blankies on you at night, I give you treats, 
I walk you about four times a day around the block sometimes 
two laps every session.'
As we walk she often says, ' you know a lot of other doggies don't 
walk as much as you - you know I spoil you - you should be happy.'
But she also tells me that I give her much love and happiness in return 
which makes her very rich indeed.
When she takes me out walking around our street and the weather 
is a miss - she says, 'Nothing fancy now just our regular.'  Which translates into either I'm freezing my rear off or it is way too hot.  
Signing off for now,

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Nightmare on Thanksgiving

Gobble gobble I run from you.

Gobble gobble I don't want to be in your next stew.

Gobble gobble when will this end.

Gobble gobble maybe 9 or at 10?

Gobble gobble I have tripped.

Gobble gobble I hear the dogs come like a whip.

Gobble gobble I don't want to die.

Gobble gobble as well. Deep fried.


(Voice of Morgan Freemen: Thus ends the life of a turkey he could of escaped if he just flied away but that's not how nature works.

Maybe he was fed to a family or to an animal we may never know, what we do know is never wish to be a turkey you just may end up as Dead Meat.) 

(This has been a PBS Broadcast Thank you and for consideration by viewers like you.)

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A wicked heart blinds the eyes and steals the soul's redemptive growth
A corrupted mind is never forgiving and hates a tender smile
But because there is an abundance of joy built in strength
I see my fellowmen as humanitarians and as friends

I am the modern-day Bob Marley chanting my redemption song
I am today's preacher giving thanksgiving and praise
I march like Martin Luther for I have a dream
I sing like the angles in a humble refrain

Unity solidifies the heart
Eternal love prides the eyes
A rolling dice have many outcomes
Chose the possibilities of your successes

So I dance like Fred Astaire as I glide through out life
I will box like Mohammed Ali and sting like a bee
I want to be the modern-day sunshine casting my light upon the world
Just a natural woman roaming and visualizing my plan

There are so many things to be thankful for
There are so many good silenced by loud noise
Like Whitney Houston I have nothing without you
At the end of the day I will always love and treasure my miracle.

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The Missing Piece

She has always loved jigsaw puzzles
as far back as he can remember
she gets at least one a year
and leaves it on the kitchen table until it's done
she gets the 1000 piece puzzles now
her latest one is of lighthouses

They talk a lot on the phone
he started college a couple months ago
she loves to hear about his day
anything, everything he does
it doesn't matter what they talk about
because all she really wants to hear

is his voice

"I've been working on this thing since August"
he can tell she's really irritated
"1000 pieces, and I can't find the last damn piece"
he tries not to let her hear him chuckle
she has no idea how funny she is when she gets mad
it's November and after all the time she's put into it
she's sitting there on the other end of the phone
totally pissed because one piece is missing
"And it's right in the center where it's glaringly obvious"

When he walked in the door, he could smell the pumpkin pie
it was great to be home for Thanksgiving
he almost fell over when he came in the door
because she ran through the kitchen
and threw herself at him, laughing
and crying, and he spun her around

She's so happy he's home for a few days
he's going to help her put up the Christmas tree
just like they've been doing for years over the Thanksgiving holiday
she's also hoping she can talk him into steam cleaning the carpet
and replacing the balcony screen door

"Tomorrow I'm getting the turkey in early so we can eat by noon"
Any time was fine with him, as long as he can be here
"I'll make you a sandwich while you put your stuff away"
He walked past the kitchen table towards his room
"And if I'm lucky, maybe he'll find that damn puzzle piece" she mumbled under 
her breath
With his bag slung across his shoulder
He glanced at the jigsaw puzzle
"That's great" he thought to himself as he noticed

The center piece isn't missing anymore

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Thanksgiving Day

Getting up from the table, thanksgiving day,
I realized that I will never be happy.  
There is a stare, a stare if you dare,
For the changing of my body, I don’t care if you stare
Because you don’t know what’s going on inside. 

I am nothing but a thread in the carpet,
A stain on the wall that you forgot to wash.
I am nothing but a crumb on your plate
Left behind for the dishwasher
Or the hunger of a dog, after a game of fetch.
i am a cushion on your chair,
you don’t even realize it’s there.
I am the pixel on your tv, computer, cell phone.
Missing one, doesn’t require replacement or tears
Missing all requires all, and that’s all I got.  

I will not become like them!
I will not abstain!
I will permit the raping of my soul,
I will permit the crushing of my brain
I will undo the good training 
And turn it into fears.
I will not undo the evil stares of all those who pretend to care
I will not end up caring for my incomplete indignity.
I wish I could be MORE mean, but I can’t seem to fight it!
Gentleness, as if it could, somehow, contains a greater power in it than force
And gentleness, unfortunately, comes naturally to me.

I don’t know what it means to be happy,
I’ve never been happy.  Why can’t anyone tell!
Because I am also an unrecruited actress, one whom the theater never caught,
Thankfully, those frauds!  I Act out the play, if it’s ok,
I play with words and social skills, as if I had any.  
I’d play with friends if I had any.  There is a healing for the sick

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A Charge

There is a charge for the naming of the stars
A week long trip to mars, and a cup of creamed coffee
Alongside a crumb-filled plate.  
There is a fare, a fare, if you dare,
Take a swim in the Delaware
Take a swim in mid-winter.
There is a fate to this loneliness
If you care to see it.
There is time, time to write poems if you’ll give yourself the time,
Time to aspire to your demise,
I no longer despise thoughts of suicide,
They’ve grown to comfort me
And these words, written in solace
Beneath the black ink of the pen 
And the wet salt of my face,
Beneath many thoughts and tears that I can’t describe.
Don’t touch my shoulder, 
My shoulder doesn’t exist.  
Don’t look at my face, I am not a pretty girl. 
Look with the look of a thief, you try to steal my soul,
Give my soul back to me!  
I no longer exist!  
I exist as the beat of hummingbird’s wings and I don’t know what to say about that
Every place belongs to it a different feeling, a different charge
A large charge, a very large charge for the hearing of my fate,
Most ears are plugged to it.
They are plugged to the sound of my decline, 
They choose to hear whatever their ear finds devine,
And I fall, into the dark, unto the candlelight
Which gives me more life than a mother,
A brother, a sister, a timeless friend that I knew,
Grew with, another time
There is a time to grow a time to fall a time to decline.
It’s thanksgiving day and the afternoon and I don’t want to be hear.
I don’t mind hearing the voices from afar, its just when I see your expression 
matching with your face and I feel the meaninglessness of this place and I hear 
the uselessness
Of these sounds, they penetrate my body with a sting,
A sting so sharp it kills my social skills
And solitude has been knocking a long time now 
So I may as well heed his calls.  

Suicide has also been knocking, and I’d like to heed his calls.  
I hate the holidays, they make me so sad. 
I like to look at guns, though I hate violence.  
I like thinking about the day I will shoot myself, 
Though no one can see through me, 
No one knows I have these thoughts,
Though dangerous, that is the way that I like it.

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                     The turkey is in the oven and the sink is steaming clean
                    the cat is on the bed while the dog is in just another room 
                    there are two guests in the house with another on the way 
                    and the phone is ringing nearly every fifteen minutes

                       One brother is playing with the dog while the other guest is reading
                     Mother is on the phone and I am sitting at my desk praying quietly
                     The squirrels are running through the wet leaves from tree to tree
                     while the cat is snoozing and the strays are absent for the day

                     The  turkey has over three hours to bake and one pie has been cut
                 The other items are being made one by one while the table is set the     
                 lights are up on the house waiting to be turned on and the only birds 
                 are a clock 
                  It's Thanksgiving and giving is good even when it happens to be 
                  gratitude-  Happy Thanksgiving to all "and to all a good" season!

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I love to read
To hide in the depths of a
 great story
With drama outside my own life
Pretending their existence is much 
worse than mine
I dismiss my own troubles in order
to dive into the turbulent waters
of a grand stage
and an even grander life.

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Saying Grace

On Thanksgiving we praise,
how wild an occasion
we say thanks for our wealth
as well as our health
although it seems there is an underlying
Those healthier,
in terms normally seem to be wealthier
To say our thanks and give grace
One seems almost to need a decent income
to say the least
How sad is that for our healthcare needs 
One needs to pull a card, 
to lessen their worry

So this Thanksgiving, 
I really am glad for insurance,
without it I might be down under in debt,
or possibly in death.
Oh happy Thanksgiving to you
Have a good day and say grace
For those less fortunate than you

(I intended this to be happy and cheerful but hey sometimes for happiness we need to see sadness?)

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The years have rolled by
Hours into days; days into months
Continuous rotation from soft sunrises
To brilliant sunsets on the western horizon
On and on year upon year
Until this tall, slender, white female
Has become an elder, a senior citizen
Or, an old woman; I prefer an elder lady—
With pace slowing from a cheetah to a kitty cat
But, with mental acuity sharp as a razor;
Though the thought processes have changed
From policy and procedure to poetry and prose –
“The purposes is to identify” becomes
‘Love likened to soft velvet”
I’m glad God stopped me from working and said,
“This is what I want you to do now.”
Oh, that my tongue was that of a skilled writer* 
Or, that my hand could express what my heart thinks,
How blessed to look at life retrospectively
And see life’s puzzle gradually coming in place
But, still have the sweet wonderment 
Of what is yet to be while inhaling the present;
An elder lady with lifetime developed refinement
Combined with a sense of contentment
It is better to be settled in later years
Than the flitting from hither to the yon
Of youth scrambling for meaningfulness 
Though that is not true for all youth or all elders;
Searching in crooks and crannies
Wiping away the cobwebs of life
Looking for what may have been or
Ridding the what was and won’t go away
Rainbows, sunrises, sunsets, gentle rains
Add visual flavor and meaning
As the tall and slender becomes bent
And hair turns to silver—
Children rise up to call their mother blessed;**
Sunrise to sunset day upon day
Continually rotating in God’s beauty
From dawn to dusk until eternity
                        -Evelyn Pearl C. Anderson -2015
* Psalm 45:1 
**Proverbs 31:28

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Turkey Duck And Junior

            Turkey Duck And Junior

Some days like Sundays, turkeys are not too smart
They don’t go to church or drive cars or sing opera
One Sunday a turkey mated with a duck
The duck became confused for some odd reason
In its own language and vernacular it stated
Get off of me you simple; something that rhymed with duck
The turkey did not comply
It did continue in its sinful mission without permission
Later on an egg popped out of one of them
Neither one owned up
The shell cracked open suddenly and then
It did not quack.  It did not gobble
After looking in a mirror the thing stated succinctly
Please return me to my shell immediately
I promise not to tell what you idiots have done to me
The turkey spun in circles counter clockwise
The duck swam backwards in the pond
Neither one responded responsibly 
Junior found a shot gun and some shells
It shouted, I don’t know who you bird brains are
But if you are mom and dad you better marry
Or learn how to turkey up or duck   
I know how to use this weaponry
To solve matters of illegitimacy 

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My house (it's a really two-bedroom apartment
On the corner of Moorpark, lineup as if it
Was a firecracker or criminal lot, unshaven, old; 
Overcrowding and unquiet nearby an overcrowded
Avenue filled with prostitutes, hustlers, pimps, etc.)

	In front of my house there were several roses and wild Carmelites,
And sometimes they called it the flowery hamburger-tree building. 
I knew it was rooted by a woman named Martha --
--A white, fat housewife who lived at Apartment 334
Who taught me how to make roses with recycle of Newspapers
And they're very pretty in Thanksgiving parade.

	But Martha knew how they could be so pretty,
And she is dead now, (killed by an overnight bullet
By an unknown gunman who had stolen three dollars
On her night able...The bullet crossed her face,
	And we all missed her.

Across the corridor, unspoken long pathways
Of fairest oldies and bloody virgins
And hanging up against the walls secret codes and God knows what the hell these say. It began to expand with regressive fall, repeating over and over
They were completely no alone.

	Back there, soured smell, noises,
Stolen tires and a shitted pool, and that all ought to be
Passing in same way where the trees were lower,
And the brushes waving high and all happen just like that.

Now, here, inside this Beverly Hill apartment house
In Moorpark, an empty kitchen and some funny pictures: apples & oranges
& a Girl watches a landscape; all were unchangeable against the wall.

Holding the anger still
Seriously as a half-onion, I kept playing any 
That initial bid knowing as Death and Hope which I know it is part of our dream.
My dream, and that one day I'll zoom myself out.
From "The Nursery Dawn"

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Blood for Turkey

I am told to be thankful
A day that reminds me,
             Screaming at me
to thank,
to thank those who discovered
this virgin land

Once lived upon with
honor and gratitude
            Americans marching 
in their footprints
Hunting not game
but humans
So their dream can begin
So their dripping mouths
can stuff turkey and gravy, 
while children starve
scavenging dumpsters

I am told to be Thankful
while this country waves
its heartless flag

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Things not seen do you see

By faith we can kiss the feet that wore the shoes                                                               That the latchets we are unworthy to loose                                                               Leave are burdens with thanksgiving sweetly cry                                                               By faith we can reach up to the nailed scarred hands                                                   That led the blind man out of town in the way                                                            Keep looking up eyes that wipe away all tears nigh                                                      with rod and staff mounted horses they fly                                                                 from wrath our King is awesome bringing to earth saving grace                                     olive tree one the fruitful bow forever blossoms by faith                                                 By faith can lean upon Jesus' bosom listening ears                                                         hear the heart beat of God the still small voice love shall never die                                  By faith receiving his love with and without fears                                                             It is written love him he will led you in the excellent way                                           Living to die dying to live it is by his strength we stand                                                   By faith as Jesus once again heals a blind man his first lovely face see                           The blind man looking around saw every man clearly                                                  Love is of God we must not from their lovely faces hide                                                  By faith the brother we have seen on the street lying stumbling by                      knowledge of his saving grace Love our brothers we have seen dearly                   witnessed in due time all for whom our saviour died                                                       By grace of are Lord Jesus from heaven may by and by                                                  be that pure perfect sinless Bride who is my mother and brethren                            blessed is Jesus who lighteth mankind said we can by faith

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The Killling Of Old Tom

The Killing of old Tom
They all gather in the barn yard.
Penny and poly pig was there with their ribbons of black
Carol the cow and Bucky the bull sang a song of Moo.
Rocky the rooster calls in the alarm with a crow.
As old tom was taken to the chopping block
The Ax was sharp yes indeed. As he raised it and down it came.
Old Billy the goat said off with his head.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and he is dinner.
The stove is ready and the killing of tom will be the end.

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Tom the Turkey he ran away.
I don't know where he is going to stay.
He vanishes one afternoon when pa went to town.
Tom was a big fat bird.
That followed me through the barn yard.
Now it's Thanksgiving day I ask pa if I could say a dinner prayer.
I asked God if he could make Tom return.

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Village of Bad Water

hundreds of my pictures on his wall
take the dog for a walk
change my clothes
flashin my eyes as i come back out

the last child that lived here
locked in a room never allowed to go out
no thanksgiving supper

Set up again
by people pretending to be friends
no false pretenses
hidden agenda of a neighbor
lieing to my face again

insanity in my headphones
the nightmare of the cable box
the charade of sex is just lemonaid
and i now know desperation 

how should i feel?
when you do this to me
the rumors and misunderstandings of such confusion you manipulate
and i learn to translate

kicked out of my deathbed
wake up and be on your way
your last dance finaly taking place
the days of cliches
the protest i dont belong to
so you can say what you want to say
i'd rather die then let you control me for one more day

the world a trap you cant get out of
everybody dies and god is the hero
and this is how you get real paid
selling me the next lie to live
everyday i play this game
listening intently
to find my way out of your corner again
going forward in reverse

Usual suspects
the same faces again
you didn't learn anything
nothing at all
usual suspects
same old crime
easier to do it the second time
after you practice on the life i will be cornered to live
absolute control you seek after
manipulation of fear for laughter
endless chapters
of death with no bedside manner
cowering behind your alibi
cowering behind your alibi
such a twisted face
behind your mask

all the right questions
they never asked
let me tell you about a village
everyone there for their own reasons
two sides of every contradiction
offer you a decision
two choices for one to choose
cornered again
backing out, both roads always a choice of two evils
no path of least resistance
we can do this the hard way
hurting you more than you meant to
cowards acting like little boys
the stage is set for your message
the stage is set for you to see
whose walking behind me
living everything i fix
the shadow of tomorrow
what they do not have to go through anymore
my stalker of this life
always a step behind me
always there to take the blessings ive been denied
in front of me is you
in front of me
i see whats behind me

Hindsighting the hunter
foreshadowing the wolf
hindsight of the hunter
foreshadowing the wolf
as blind as i am
as lost as seem
far behind me is you with the life i leave
jealous of what i lost again
taken away

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war code message

terrorism war code message
open window of oppurtunity
could be them could be you
doesnt matter
stalking choas with these old shoes

soo many words theyve removed
cant say no
this is not allowed
and the peace is gone
and here i am letting it die

wgat did we replace it with
an sos
a do it to yourself
a blank and white conspiracy
a set up to blackmail society
where no opne cares

the television of happy americans
never sees the suffering canadian going to bed hungry
but im the one letting it die
never thinking of you
dancing in the quicksand
dont you know your locked in a place they never find
musings of stalking chaos
old woman of importance
or vip for the moment
not the martyr but ill be the victom again
interrupted again
left shoe untied
traces of laces
what can i say
when you took it all away
what were you trying to say

crime scene of the things you never truly meant
the ways you sold yourself to pay the rent
the things you couldnt say
the way to replace the slide
nevermind anything
theyre just scrambling the war message code
and im the man in the middle
far from humble
ready to tear your face off with this spade
and shovel
shovel shovel
another life lesson from the deck of conspirituality

whisper this
and scream that
see if anyone notices this
be the oxymoron of dont do this but practice that
churches and maffia hand in hand
listen to me as i do it backwards
never mind what i dont understand
its all a blur
are you after satisfaction
i doubt youll get your happy ending
im not surrendering
im dead ending deathwish september
read the lettter
redrum always tasted better
scrambled eggs for supper
forgetfull thanksgiving and the cake ate you yesterday

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I Am From

I’m from the little white house on the street and green leaved trees with branches 
to conquer, block parties and the young ones’ adventures.
I’m from capturing lizards and frogs to approaching my sister’s bags of frozen wasps 
located in the freezer. Playing Duck, Duck, Goose, Hide and Seek, and hooked on my 
I’m from few losses, but many gained. Grandpa’s Hershey kisses which terminated 
after one tragic Christmas; to family drama and broken Thanksgiving celebrations, 
and my puppy’s death from the black road where a vehicle had struck him. 
I’m from Barney and Tinky Winky, Rocketpower, and “Who lives in a pineapple under 
the sea?”
I’m from swings, slides, and the sandbox. Challenging how high I can swing and 
escaping the wasps hidden beneath the excitement. 
I’m from weak fences, exceeding the limits, snakes all around who were no match 
for my dog Buster Brown.
I’m from “Bye, Bye, Bye” NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, and Jesse McCartney performed 
by my entertaining sister and plays like Little Red Riding Hood directed by my 
I’m from making movies on those rainy days; laughs, smiles, and silly plays.
I’m from bunk beds, and the dark night where I had encountered my nightmares as 
I fall into a deep sleep; the most horrid visions that scarred my child imagination 
and nose bleeds that elicited the awakening of me in the silent house.

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The leaves fall.
The crisp air blows against my face.
Autumn is here.
Summer is over.

No more heat waves.
For now its going to be colder days.

The leaves make a crunch sound as 
I walk on the sidewalk.

The wind quietly howling

Its the season for holidays.

Kids running amok dressed like heroes or monsters.
Or freaking out in joy while watching a scary movie.

Later its the women in the kitchen cooking the turkeys
making the mashed potatoes and baking the rolls
The men watching football.
The kids watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Autumn is peaceful
Autumn is quiet.
Autumn makes me feel warm inside.
Even if its cold outside.

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A day pass on and off the bus a coffee from my old hidden five the change 
recieved becomes the needed two for a day not yet arrived the pass needed for 
the eye to then receive the needed letter at the post office General Delivery 
needed to survive seems boring ARE YOU LOSING INTEREST gentle reader you 
should rally see my face my smile as eye am penning this Thanksgiving. 

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Purple bouquet in her arms.
She came to an abrupt stop.
Lurking under a shadow of a dove.
Like a mother lion protecting its cubs.
Daddy, this is me.
I’m fulfilled like you told me, I will.

She heard a soft whisper.
Serenading her whole being.
Like a soft breeze.
Mama, this is me.
You said it will be so.

She exhaled deeply. 
The beginning of an era.
A lifespan of a caterpillar.
Mama, daddy; this is me.
Thank you for making me the woman I am.

She breathed out her heart.
He breathed out his soul.
Two lives, one soul.
A penguin’s pebble.
Mama, daddy, this is me.
I know it is so.

A purple promise embezzled in her destiny. 
Mama, thank you.
I’m strong because of you.
Daddy, thank you
I have blossomed to be a queen.
A princess’s dream.
I’m almost there.

© Herzel Poshiwa 

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A happy and thankful Thanksgiving

      A "happy and thankful" Thanksgiving(By Josner Saintil)
I am thankful for the life I live,
A desolate world,
Filled with sadness and loneliness
With nothing good to give.
Making me wish I were dead.

I am very thankful for my family
Which is a union torn apart
For trivial reasons and rumors,
Aunts and uncles always thinking,
That there is something wrong inside of me.
ONE reason being my "dad's" blasphemy

I am thankful for my church,
A congregation swarming with lies.
A people who preach unity,
Yet fight perpetually with one another.
Yet I thought we were brothers and sisters?

I am thankful for those who hate me,
Those who try to spread rumors about me,
'Cause those who believe them 
Are no better than these liars 
That are before me.

I am thankful for teachers and school
A place where I learn,
Yet there...
I am just a fool,
Or a useless tool.

I lastly am thankful for God almighty
Lord If you're alive I need you
'Cause it seems like I'll never find you
And like you'll never find me...
Never...So "Happy Thanksgiving!"

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Holiday Traveler

Holiday Traveler 

Millicent from Milwaukee Wisconsin was using the library computer trying to 
adjust her schedule to actually catch her flight home her collage is in ROME. 
Tommy Thompson is in Albuquerque trying to get back home to Texas, Nome. 
The notion of travel upsets most people and they swallow too much Dramamine 
in quantities not meant to be consumed they leave the shelter of the dome 
depending way too much on average Joes as such as cab and hack motivators 
in a non controlled zone using money as a buffer as they roam to assure the 
certainty of connecting to the airport dome. Sholom waved shalom at Kiev airport 
and he will wave shalom when he returns as Solomon. Cindy Breckinridge 
cooked a turkey at her home and stayed there with the turkey frozen partly in the 
oven cooked on one side so her husband could have some. Little Johnny apple 
seeded all the trees in TerryTown and walked another mile with that silly iron pot 
upon his top. Charlax rode his bus to kill the time he has his pass his November 
usage paid from GOD. Thanksgiving time come. 
 Holiday Traveler     

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for the holiday suicides

ever hear those obnoxious individuals claim that a lot of
people killing themselves around the 
“holidays” is a myth?
ever see them walk with self-righteousness
as if they shouldn’t be bothered with the very idea that others in this world
might not share their abundant joy
when it comes to the genocide of native-americans or
the “birth” of a fictional character?

isn’t it ironic that what can be claimed as a myth so quickly is
directly a result of worshipping two?

cut to manatee county, fl, 
where only hours ago
a man whose name has yet to been released
killed his girlfriend, 
knocked on the neighbor’s door to tell them what he’d done &
then pulled the trigger on himself---
details will come.

then there’s scott degraff, a nightclub owner in vegas
who owed a guy in NYC $4 million---
he locked himself in somebody else’s garage 
in aspen, co
& let the 
carbon monoxide flow---
dead at 8am, thanksgiving morn.

and was there anyone there for the unnamed woman of 32
who after writing her note & leaving it in her mercury SUV,
ran into the oncoming lane on interstate 80/94 in indiana?
while the first semi missed her, a second one hit her head on---
that was around 1:15 pm---she died a short time later in a 
hospital in munster.

not to mention mr. luther bolen, 55,
an inmate at the arkansas dept. of community correction
who hung himself with a sheet from a shower rod on wednesday &
subsequently died sometime on thanksgiving in a 
texarkana hospital---he was due to be out in

for the holiday suicides, coverage in the press might not always occur---
they may not pop up for days, weeks, months,
but people who claim that “the majority of people” 
don’t do anything rash due to the overwhelming loneliness 
that comes from this time of year for some
need to appreciate that they themselves are not in that place
a much deeper & darker place that cannot be imagined by 
statistics or zombie smiles & jingling purses on 
black friday.

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The Flusher

The Flusher
The Super man came to the door again what he said was it this time ants said 
eye ants just ants and eye only flushed it once The super man was knocking on 
my door the ants came out and killed the neighborhood said the super man and 
then he knocked upon my door the ants are tiny creatures eye began they got in 
the radiation from the computer store said the super man it is not and never will 
be the fault of eye began to understand this super man the ants is grown and 
feeding to get larger and to roam upon the city Blue and Proper is the suburb of 
the urban dweller there oh super man please help me put them in the krypton 
bottle and please just keep them there the super man looked thoughtful and his 
eyes were sort of Blue and Proper he began to understand the eye and rounded 
up the ants in the city Proper but Blue had been destroyed. The Blue City had 27 
people living there so for twenty seven days you have to flush just only once and 
use it only then and hold it in for all the rest of them times that bathroom time 
comes and do not dispose of ants that way the eye is done with flush as a 
means of my disposal now for twenty seven days. Thanksgiving to the super 
man the flusher is okay.

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God's Poem

All the days and nights that you have protected us and blessed us,
Thankfulness begins and continues.

To encompass a passage complex and diversified,
Blessed with relatives and companions through the years,

The beauty of sunrise and sunset,
Nature always beautiful and mysterious.

Blessing us as an environmental companion of excellence,
The Thanksgiving  table is set with delicious foods.

Relatives gathered together in prayer,
God clothes us with his compassion and understanding.

A blessed Lord we meet at church in a formalized service,
Many blessings too numerous to mention.

Perhaps that is why God created Thanksgiving,
A simple reverence to God and thankfulness.

Author:Gwen Schutz

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my thanksgiving

here I  sit words around 
            thoughts of loved ones I'm putting down
                        a time past of a place a simple sound
                                  laughs, smiles, and faces holiday abound,
here I sit with memories of you
              how early today brought you things to do
                         the smell of pies yams and turkey too
                                   how anticipation of the day grew,
here I sit smiling and remembering when
               how family would gather with loved ones and friends
                           how around your cooking hard fillings would mend
                                   the day went by so fast we hoped it wouldn't end,
here I sit and I wouldn't want it any other way
                thoughts of you looked...what you would say
                             it's the memories that comfort me and makes it OK
                                    here's to thinking of you mom on this thanksgiving day.

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Thanksgiving Challenge

Within the autumnal period there exists a special day.
As in the past it was spent doing special things;
Reflecting on past moments and looking forward 
To future moments with friends and family.
Today, Thanksgiving remains true to form.
We still give thanks and look forward to tomorrow.
However, I challenge you this year to understand.
Take a plate of food to a homeless man or woman,
Or, perhaps, invite him or her in for kindness and a meal.
The thanks that you receive would be immeasurable. 
Thanksgiving isn’t reserved for those who have turkey,
it is reserved for those who share turkey, or their time.
It is important that when giving thanks, you must give.
How better to give, than to give to someone in need?
It’s easy to allow family and friends through your door,
but more so appreciated to hold the door open for others.
Maybe, if time permits, feed others in a soup kitchen;
donate time instead of food, yourself instead of a check.
When you sit down at your table, remember those you helped;
they will be thanking you and you will then be able to thank them.
Happy Thanksgiving!

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So many people live in darkness and superstition the web and internet eye am 
certain add some falter in among them let us see just how bad this thing could 
get. The bible verse is plainly written and taken from the context says and yet a 
myriad bunch of people make the evidence all wet Oh they say Judas went out 
and hanged hisself and then they quickly turn the page again and finger falls to 
open page again it says now GO AND DO THOU LIKEWISE? Oh foolish man has 
killed hisself again. When will people never learn the will of GOD? 
It is the sovereign will of GOD that Jesus Christ has come and taken all our 
penalties upon the TREE of sacrifice the Cross has done the work that each man 
could not bring to bear the fruit of love. To refine clothing in the dark to make the 
linens white it took HIS blood. There is almost nothing measures up please do 
some works and fill your cup with pleasant things and love. Feed someone or 
feed yourselves at least with diligence and concrete things some fish perhaps 
some meat instead of bread. Drinks and cookies iff you are rich 
Lay them end to end on tables laden with the rich fatty food of thanksgiving 
and left over candy from your Halloween the candy corn is fave with me. 
But even iff you lay a can of food in front of only yew be thankful that you eat. 
The LORD paid for all the turkey and the meat. Begin to realize it is no parlor trick 
and reach out in your falter to preponderance. 

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Happy Thanksgiving

 Happy Thanksgiving
Working men, and
Working women,
Who are left behind
Happy Thanksgiving
Street’s poets,
Happy Thanksgiving
Low-wage happy face,
And the running delivery man

Happy Thanksgiving,
And prairies
Of America

Happy Thanksgiving,
Sisters and fathers
In the big churches
Or in their tiniest houses
Happy Thanksgiving
And firefighter.
Happy Thanksgiving
My friends
My street mates
My Café mates,
My bus mates,
Who is watching me
And I did not notice.
Happy Thanksgiving
Who is sleeping,
And who is dreaming,
Who is on the road,
Who is traveling
Or who is orbiting
Around the planet.

Happy Thanksgiving
And the European:
The first who came
And the last who are trying.
Happy Thanksgiving
The lost and found
Happy Thanksgiving given Native America
Happy Thanksgiving to the lost and found
Happy Thanksgiving
And new born babies.

Happy Thanksgiving Eileen.
Happy Thanksgiving

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JESUS Evidence Of Things Not Seen

BY faith we can kiss the feet that wore the shoes                                    
That the latchets we are unworthy to loose                                           
Leave are burdens with thanksgiving sweetly cry                                        
By faith we can reach up to the nailed scarred hands                                 
That led the blind man out of town in the way                                        
Keep looking up to the eyes that wipe away all tears                                   
By faith can lean upon Jesus' bosom                                                  
With listening ears hearing the heart beat of God                                        
Whispering saying that love shall never die                                            
By faith receiving his love with and without fears                                     
It is written love him he will led you in the most excellent way                   
Living to die dying to live it is by his strength we stand                             
By faith as Jesus once again heals the blind man looking at his face                  
The blind man looking around saw every man clearly                                   
Love is of God we must not from their lovely faces hide                                
By faith the brother we have seen on the street lying or stumbling by                
Love our brothers we have seen dearly                                                 
The knowledge of the saving grace for whom our saviour died                             
By faith and grace of our Lord Jesus in morrows by and by                              
Be that pure and perfect bride                                                        
Who is my mother,or brethren?",Jesus said we can by faith

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I Am Grateful

As I sat and ponder about what I want to say,
I have so much be grateful for on this special day.

I’m grateful for life itself and all it has to bring.
I’m grateful for the ups and downs,
                 even the many stings.
I’m grateful for every test and the lessons that they bring.

I’m grateful for the storms of life that has come my way.
I can sing " Through it All ", 
I have certainly learned how to pray.

I’m grateful for the friends I found upon this very site.
They have laughed with me, cried with me, 
and even taught me how to write.

I’m grateful for all the blessings the Lord has sent my way.
I’m grateful-grateful-grateful  on this 
            Thanksgiving Day!

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Ham hog & Cabbage

I’ve nothing 
positive to say today
Just different scenarios 
In a vacant approach
Calling me to come home
I was left wandering 
In the dark alone
The objective 
To ease the hurt
Take away a curse 
For days that we play
Reach for new heights
In a vulnerable scene 
Tip toe on mercy 
To avoid 
the split in my spleen
In love with a phantom
Hidden behind a spotted face 
Out for the souls of grown men
Those who have plotted 
Against a broken race 
Misplaced pigment cells
Only the pig in men sells
Walking on childhood misery
Adolescent years swayed
Mentally weighed
Prohibited the belief 
Of a murdered messiah
Don’t you be so careful
As to let it hypnotize you
He who believes in thee
Can only be a liar
Shall I live
Then death to all rivals
No apologies 
Its just the pledge of survival
The Quran
Your mischievous bible
I hold these latter-day saints
Equally liable
And if it gets no better
Love always
As her emotions led her
An old man as spoken for
Casualties of sympathy
Hoping for a cure
One old woman and ten dollars
Spent thanksgiving day 
Hoping for a ham and a cabbage
But we savages in this ravaged land
Think nothing of her
But you got to love her
Reach out with your cold arms
And hug her 
Rub the hurt 
To keep her above the dirt
“Yes we can”
Do what?
Nothing again
I write for life
I write for birth
I write for you
For what it’s worth
I can’t stretch my intelligence enough
To write for peace on earth

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My Time Of Season


Ain’t it grand this time of

The year..

The leaves of autumn is so


This time of season..

The leaves are,

Burnt red

Orange & yellow

Brown & and a bit of

Fading green..

The leaves are,




All in this time of the


I wish I could capture all

Of nature beauty..

And canned it in a jar..

Turkey and its stuffing &

The trimming...

Pumpkin pie,

Fills the air with the
Thanksgiving aroma..

Grape kool-aid is my favorite



Sitting in the center of my

Dinner table..

I love the season


I love the fiesta colors

And the frost little nip

In the early mornings..

Um um um

Ah, how I love this time

Of season..

So beautiful with grandeur..



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Tis Season

It is the season of giving thanks, of being thoughtful of all those that came before.
The tradtions that are developed and loved.  Food that warms the heart and 
comforts the soul.
Thanksgiving is the time of year for apprecation of what you have.
Of giving thought to those that have sacrificed to give what we have.
Of love cherishing the moments we are given.
There is no better than time than now to stop and reflect on our actions.
Of aiming to be a better sort.
I love this time of year.  The sights of fall leaves, the smell of pumpin spice
 in the air.  The first taste of turkey, the food, the family that gather to celebrate the 
year that we have had.
This is the time to truly look out and see the wonder that is our home.
So A Happy Thanksgiving to all.