I feel a blockage has occurred...
It must have been all that stuffing and Turkey bird...
The gurgles, the rumbling, the passing of gas...
It’s beyond my control ,Oh dear, please let this pass...
We have guests you see...
So I don’t have the privilege to just get up and flee...
No one should ever be in this state...
And I should never have put so much on my plate...
Cause now I’m paying and to my demise ...
The rite of passage has been denied...
I feel like I may blow up and explode...
It’s times like this when you miss the commode...
Copyright © kj force
The queen of my heart lies here in state today, and my heart throbs,
Breaking like the darkness of any day, when she rose from her bed
And through rain and cold found her way in peasant haste and garbs
To scrub the pots, the clothes, the floor so her castle was fed.
I cannot regret her life, nor the hard gales of familiar poverty
It was her choice. My mother, Esther Jackson, in her simple life
The mold that makes great women virtuous, and wore the purple silk
Only few could see. She taught us them, nay, made us hard for strife:
This merchant ship that brought home bread, drank tea without milk
That we could form the fool in school; her hands were not afraid
To work and we learnt the royal value of industry, and took pride
Like her in doing simple things well. Against our selfishness she laid
The whipping of her tongue, and kept the best things she had inside
For strangers she expect to come. She wasted no oil, and used liberally
The rod of correction, pleading in our ears the cause of the poor
So that even a Balias, unwashed, unloved, found favor at her door.
When she told us to blow out that "Home Sweet Home" lamp, surely
You know she was saving oil, that she may have something to give away
And we may learn a person is never too poor to give, for bounty
Is not from the hands, it is from the heart. I loved this woman, the way
She prayed, calling each name and action to God, praising him happily,
And full of thanksgiving for each pound of flour and codfish she
Was able to cook at dead of night. You cannot measure her industry,
Tilling the soil, or raising hens and children, you do know her here
Whose fingers fumbled through arthritis to sew her children clothes
Who stood like a man, machete in hand, to fight the one who would dare
Disrespect her gate or threatened violence, the thorn upon the rose
Command respect, and her beauty a fragrance we can still smell today.
Our lamp never went out, our clothes had no holes if we cared
Copyright © L'nass Shango
I had cancer a while back
and at last year's Thanksgiving I threw a football and I
could barely send it a couple of feet
After a tasty Thanksgiving feast
this year I picked up a mini football
and played catch for about 45 minutes
And man, did that feel good!
Copyright © Matthew Anish
It’s that time of year again...
When family and friends gather together..
To share and give thanks for all that they treasure..
The young and the old, the tall and the small..
The Vegans and the Carnivores, come one come all...
There are dishes of tradition, like Turkey and stuffing..
Mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry muffins..
Green Bean casserole, and corn soufflé...
Are just some of the dishes of the day....
And of course a relish tray to take off the edge...
With that awesome Spinach dip in Pumpernickel bread...
So many desserts at this time of year...
But the favorite of all , synonymous of the Fall..
Is that Jack’O ‘Lantern, orange Gourd.....
known as Pumpkin Pie...
As the children play a game of touch football...
Something that is 24-7 on this day in Fall..
As Grandpa sits in the afternoon sun...
Remembering back ..when he was young...
Then the words of “ Let’s eat “ fills the air...
And everyone sits down in their chair..
Who wants the first slice ? Dark meat or White ?
Grandpa asks...then proceeds to take the first bite..
Everyone fills their plate, till it can’t hold no more...
Yet some go back, for more and more....
Finally everyone is full...can’t eat another bite..
Till the smell of fresh coffee brings on a plight...
Aahh dessert ..and the best part of all....
“ PUMPKIN PIE “ !!!! ....It appears was a "Majority Call"...
This is “ my “ favorite time of the year....
When you mention "MY" name, everyone gives a cheer !!!
So without further adieu ...Grandpa picks up the knife...
As I am the “ MAJORITY CALL “ and receive the first slice....
Copyright © kj force
When I think of all the things that we should be grateful for
I am uneasy, because we take most things for granted
And sometimes even forget to say thank you.
We sometimes overlook the little things that often
make our day.
Worrying about other things, which has gone on
We sometimes neglect those, who love us most
To be bothered by those who do not care
Be grateful for the little things in your life,
That could eventually grow into greater things
There is so much to give and so much to receive
But remember to be unappreciative can alter your thrill
All things has its season and there is a reason for the
things that has come your way
But in all things give thanks, knowing you are master of
For God has put this power in your hand.
Don’t let the negative things in this world ruin your faith
For God has given you the positive things in life to make
Be grateful for this place, for the simple things in life
And for all those who have impacted your life, by showing
you a better way.
Copyright © Pauline White
Back in the year 1621...
Began a tradition, for everyone...
It started with fleeing from religious persecution...
As a group from England sought a solution...
They landed in Holland, but to their demise...
Which after a while brought quite a surprise...
Found their children attached to the ways of the Dutch...
And by their standards, considered frivolous and such...
Threating education and morality...
Which was the original reason why they did flee...
They set sail again, all one-hundred and ten...
Young and the old, women and men...
Where they were going, no one knew...
Not even the Captain nor his crew...
On a large wooden ship , they sailed out to sea...
And for sixty-five days, not all did agree...
So after landing, a meeting was held...
The name “Pilgrim “ was chosen, and no one quelled...
Winter was devastating, so many died...
And of the one-hundred and ten , only fifty survived...
On March of 1621...two Indians appeared...
They both spoke English, so no one feared...
Samoset and Squanto taught them trapping, hunting and planting of corn...
So the next years’ winter, they would all be well fed and warm...
On the fourth Thursday of November, before the snow fell...
The Pilgrims and Indians, or so I hear tell...
Sat down to a feast fit for a king...
On this the first of a “ Thanksgiving “...
Copyright © kj force
MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the
apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the
night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is
also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this
a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the
food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the
packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let
Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he
saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This
Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel
so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not
the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded
into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat
much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For
CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November
twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday
the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright
red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love.
Copyright © charles hice
The Snow Camelia hedge row is in full bloom. Lovely white as newly fallen snow against waxy dark emerald green. The sun broke the horizon in a pastel pink but very swiftly turned to a clear horizon. The area where the sun ball rises is a golden glow. Thank you God for a chance to live another day and another Thanksgiving. Now surrounded by sounds_crows, roosters, and a bird sound that is just chir-rup really mimics a cricket but not. The cold is penetrating saying go inside escape the cold go to a warm place. Once again God thanks for a warm place to go and its comfort. The ambrosia needs to be made, getting breakfast, and four people need to get ready. The sun is touching the top of the trees and duty calls come..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick
Back on this kick again,
shuffle-stepping and skipping along sidewalks
to avoid crushing ants and worms.
I feel like a genocidal dictator
when I pull vegetables from the ground or off the stalk,
muffling their cries of agony (and my conscience)
with the rumblings of my belly.
I don't know where the spiders come from—
there are so many of them.
When I clean my bedroom,
while making sure not to accidentally murder
any of God's eight-legged creations,
I search for secret passageways
leading into my bedroom,
because spiders seem to magically appear there.
Using containers, I catch and release the poisonous ones.
As for the rest, they are welcome to stay.
At night, the spiders crawl beneath the covers of my bed
in search of warmth.
They must be telepathic,
as they seem to know when to move.
I have yet to find a single crushed spider in my bed,
which is amazing when considering
how often I fly in my dreams—
flying requires a lot of body movement.
My friend claims that the spiders
aren't being crushed in my bed
because they are in fact, crawling up my bungholio.
I began checking my stool for any such evidence.
My stool looks absolutely divine now,
thanks to my recent dietary accomplishments.
Did you know that your stool
can show everything about you?
It can even show if you have cancer,
or if you might get cancer in the future.
It's ironic how in our supposedly refined sophistication,
we defecate into life-sustaining water,
then wipe ourselves with paper
produced from oxygen-providing trees.
It's quite twisted.
When I talk about this,
people tell me to not be so serious,
to lighten up, take a toke,
turn on the television,
turn off my mind.
And when I mention that I sleep with spiders,
people laugh at me in disgust
while they consume non-food 'food'
filled with genetically modified corn:
modified corn starch, modified corn syrup and oils,
mechanically separated meat processed from animals
that were fed genetically modified corn.
I don't mind when the Corn People laugh at me,
for I am not them.
This offers immeasurable inner-security
and comfort to me.
Whether wrong or right,
right or left,
I am thankful for not being them.
I think spiders are exquisitely complex.
Just as I am.
I ponder if my dream-waves
interact with the spider webs, and vice-versa.
I ponder about vibrations, ripples and connections.
When I fall asleep,
spiders nestle against my testicles,
adding to my intensely wonderful dreams.
September 20th, 2011
(Re-mixed on October 11th, 2015)
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner
First of all whenever I have to give my personal information, I always feel violated
This is one time I cannot save my little privacy
Since I have to be honest
Since I have to show openness
Since I can't be rude
I have to show that I love being around people
Team work, group power, crowd cheerleader et all
Yet most of the time I just want to be alone, writing
Don't get me wrong because I love other people's company
I love the threads, the ties and the ligaments of human...ity
I also love the inspirations others give me
After the interview I felt so horrible
I called one of my friends and cried my brains out
But she was busy so she couldn't talk much
I begged her to call me back because I was so stressed
Then I went to another friend's house
And there I cried about all my fears and worries
She listened and comforted me
She herself can't even a job, yet she gave me a shoulder to lean on
Thank You God that I didn't get that job
I appreciate my friends even more
My trust has grown stronger
I met a new friend as I was leaving this other friend's house
I now have new play pal, more play dates
I conquered the strong urge to drink because at that time all I wanted was alcohol to put me to sleep, until tomorrow
I also resisted the urge to eat junk
I don't want to say that I don't have weight issues
But I have some work to do, I the stress eater
And most of all, I thank You as was able to go outside, breathed the fresh air, enjoyed the cool weather and played a little bit
And I wrote these words
My healing therapy
I know if it's not today, my dream is still valid
There's always tomorrow
Copyright © njeri hunjeri
I pray to The Lord to thank Him,
for gifts He provides each day.
A prayer of thanksgiving to Jesus,
for the blessings He sends my way.
I thank you Lord for the lesser things,
and not think it so odd,
for I know that even the smallest,
is given by The Grace of God.
Thank you for a stove and a pantry...
for a blanket, pillow, and bed...
for clean sheets, warm covers, and pajamas,
and sending my daily bread.
Thank you for washcloth and towels...
for soap, a tub, and sink...
for tube of toothpaste and toothbrush,
and a faucet of cold water to drink.
I have taken so much for granted,
hardly given it much thought,
but from now on I will pray to thank you Lord,
for these lesser blessings wrought.
I have prayed a prayer of thanksgiving,
for provisions The Lord has given;
may we promise and always remember,
to be grateful thankful children!
Milton L. Delgado
February 19, 2008
Copyright © Milton Lopez Delgado
My fingertips are black now
From the picture in the obituary
It brings me back
To the day before thanksgiving
And I'm sorry that I wasn't there at the end
My cowardice runs deep enough
To hit my bones
This town isn't big enough
To hold all of my ghosts
So lets spend tonight
Singing along to warped 45's
My sins would kill you
If you were still alive
I used to have these secrets
They ate me up inside
Now we're out in the open
A pale fires replaced my bright eyes
And I'm sorry that I wasn't there at the end
It all ends in tears anyway
Copyright © K.M North
We thank thee for the beautiful spread upon thy table top
We thank thee for the family reunion for those that are able to stop
We thank thee for the brilliant sunset and glorious sunrise
We thank thee for the birds, bees and butterflies in the skies
Please remember the ill
And the elderly ones with those incredible pills
Please remember those fighting for our cause
Even the people here needs a memory stick to pause
We care for those even when we do not know how to show it
Everyone needs a hug and kiss every now and then to love one another
and just talk, fellowship and sit
Love makes the world go round
Even when the world feels upside down
We know this is the major key
For we love you, me and thee
We thank thee for the turkey, and prayers for our kin
Copyright © Joan Harrell