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The face of love

Trying prayer, realising

 it doesn't stop right there.

 You say a prayer and hope

 that its enough, that your

 words of love have reached

 Heaven above. Just stop and

 think how we have asked? Was

 it behind a mask of sorrow and

 shame.Thinking we are not good

 enough to receive a blessed gain.

 We have it all wrong as its what

 Jesus has already done. None are

 worthy its Gods free gift of grace.

 So raise your head, truly open your

 eyes. Look up and realise love does

 have a face, thank you Jesus


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Ode To The Butterball Turkey

( ODE TO THE BUTTERBALL TURKEY )

It's a Thursday in November, 
on a day Americans give thanks.
For one day, the Butterball 
turkey joins our culinary ranks.

Early in the morning, before
the kitchen gets cluttered,
the plump turkey is rinsed,
seasoned, stuffed and buttered.

Into the empty, heated oven 
goes this monster of a bird.
"Turkey with all the trimmings"
are everyone's favorite words.

On the television, the ballooned 
parade is now in full swing.
The youngest ones cry dibs 
for stuffing, legs and wings.

When the turkey's finally cooked,
they'll get Daddy to carve.
They've waited quite a while,
but no one will say they'll starve.

The guests have arrived
All the food's to the table.
They try to eat all they can,
that is, those who are able.

Written by Gregory Paul


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Ode to the Turkey

Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise – you are not
For you wobble when you walk
And gobble – gobble - while you talk

Oh thee!  Of stubby legs
Neck hanging in a bag
Of skin that sags and sags
How can you face another day?

Oh thee! With girth rotund
With wings of nearly none
Your flight is but a funny run
Some chase you just for fun

Oh thee! Of feathered frock
Bird of paradise - you are not
As you lie on chopping block
Ending up in cooking pot.

But come Thanksgiving Day-
Everyone will gladly say
You are by far - the finest bird 
That God has ever made.

Inspired by: Donna Golden’s contest:  Tribute to the turkey
2nd Place


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Ode to Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day has been a family tradition for years. The holiday's been around since
the 1600s when the Mayflower landed in a Pennsylvania town called Plymouth. Thanksgiving
Day is also about giving thanks for having good friends, spending quality time with
families, and a lot of football, especially when they're watching the Dallas Cowboys play
against another NFL football team. What's the favorite part when it comes to Thanksgiving
Day is when a lot of families and friends gather around for dinner and stuff. What's also
our favorite part of Thanksgiving most of all is the food, especially the turkey and the
stuffing. And let's not forget the cranberry sauce and the casseroles. Talking about
Thanksgiving food makes a person. But the important thing about Thanksgiving Day is when
everybody's gathered around for the reading of the Holy Bible: the King James version. And
if it weren't for Thanksgiving Day and had the Pilgrims not found Plymouth, Pennsylvania,
there wouldn't be a Thanksgiving Day and traditional football games. Let's hope we don't
consume too much food.


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I came upon a THANKSGIVING night





                                                 I came upon a Thanksgiving night
                                               With a GOBBLE of presents in my hand
                                                Even though it is not yet SANTA
                                               November 23 is fine to celebrate both at one time
                                               The gift of Sharing is indeed mine to hand nice
                                               Before we say grace and have Turkey & rice
                                               Mother is here,cooking up the sauce
                                               Father,nearly ready..to cut that delicious Meat
                                               The World upon a Thanksgiving Meal
                                                Wandering but Wondering..When will the
                                               homeless receive their fair share,a deal
                                               They are strangers yet are part of our family
                                              To cherish as honest and bright
                                               Come into our home on this Thanksgiving delight


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BAIANO

In the lovely Campanian countryside, amid
verdant hills and mountains...where Virgil
stopped to rest,while jeourneying to visit Cybele's temple, 
lie a fertile valley where chestnut and walnut trees
abound...there is hidden the bustling town of my birth!
Narrow streets overlooked by bell towers,
and whenever the sturdy bronze bells ring 
in the fragrant air of early spring:
young and old from windows and balconies, 
in the twelfth hour, engage
in the sweet thanksgiving prayer...
while the tricolor flags sway in the warmest breeze!   

The town's friendly people will welcome you with song,
untill you feel wonderful and touched by all;  
this town has seen invasion, pestilences and a dire year... 
an almost fatal hurricane that prevented a fierce battle
from being fought during World War II;
was Divine Intervention a factor to be acknowledged?
It spared this town being bombarded by air,
and it saved my mother's life to tell this truth!

God blessed this unknown place,
and sent Mary with the infant  Jesus,
four days after He was born,
on a long jeourney through that valley
filled with peace and beauty:
to find a revered and holy mountain...
much closer to Heaven!
And She shed many tears
to give all the dull flowers
a brilliance of their own!

Deep in the hills there was a very special place I choose,
where I would rever the magnificence of the valley...
revealing a superb panorama with the Vesuvius in sight,
was there another creation as magnificent as that ?
And that owesome view perked up my inspiration inside,
teaching my  tiny fingers to write with a human heart!
O Baiano, don't strip this name from your walls and stones:
I am a forgotten native who will return before he'll die!