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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

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Hope Lodge

Welcome to the Lodge of Hope
A fine staff awaits your meeting
Courage and faith are introduced
As virtue upholds the greeting

Diagnosis for extended stay
Prep with knowledge of chemical war 
Reflecting on acquaintance familiar
My dear mom lodged here months before

Festive parties invite kind reception
Embrace found in song’s revelry
Catching streamers of social confetti
Entertainment eludes life’s injury

Friendship courts a thanksgiving spirit
Radiating beams that fuse plans for a cure
Wreaths of holly adorn three shiny heads
As best wishes tap dance through the door

Restoration served with affection
When a New Year kneels to the floor
Covered with timeless impressions
Left to foster the guests before

Aid through local perspective
Proves beneficial still
As traumatic events integrate
Preserving courage and goodwill

Carry homeward inspiration
Gently wrap and lace with rope
A memento of reflections
Presented in the Lodge of Hope

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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Thanksgiving Day Prayer

Thanksgiving Day Prayer Today, dear Lord, we gather here In fellowship and love, Mindful of the wondrous gifts That come from thee above. For this feast we thank thee Lord… For health that here abounds… For love that fills and warms our hearts… For children’s happy sounds. For shelter of our cozy homes For freedom of this land For right to live the life we choose For nature’s bounty, grand. These blessings you bestow on us Outshine all want and strife. We thank thee Lord for this day, We thank thee Lord, for life. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved

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Thanksgiving Poem

The Indians and the Pilgrims.
We children do thank.
They've left us with more
than turkey and swank.

They taught us to share
from the Big to the small.
They remind us accept
that there's difference in all.

They taught us to sit
next to strangers we meet.
They taught us our history
depends who we greet.

They've given us fashion.
Put feathers in caps.
We've learned to make buckles
and pants held with straps.

They've surprised us with syrup
they tapped from our trees.
Then added to recipes
of bread just to please.

They've shown us the way
from the fields to the streams.
Made settlements neighbors:
Lands, honeys and creams.

They lived out their life
making each man they meet
look richer by far
just by going up to greet.

Remember to thank them
and ask them for more
because they taught us what giving
and sharing is for...

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Happy Thanksgiving

It's Thanksgiving Day down in the States Here's to all my many Yankee friends Wish all you folks have a wonderful day All my good wishes I do send Florida was mostly my destination of choice The Gulf Coast almost exclusively Siesta Key is just a little south of Sarasota Where the theme is semi-nudity Those vacations are less common nowadays Money's not flowing like it once did However before the big man calls me upstairs Wish to relive my days as a kid Nostalgia I guess is what you would call it Actually been there on your Black Friday No offence but you guys are nutso “Sorry, didn't mean that!” he said slyly! Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving, I'll say it again Enjoy this day with your families There's nothing more loving and rewarding Than to share a day of geniality Here's to all my many Yankee friends! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Turkey Scoot

Run turkey, run!
The farmer's on his way;
Thanksgiving's 'round the corner,
And he ain't here to play!

You can crouch behind the sofa,
Or somewhere in the den;
The faintest little gobble,
Will surely do you in!

There's safety in the outhouse,
But that won't do no good;
The stench will kill you swiftly,
Quicker than a hatchet would!

Go slide beneath a tractor,
Or wiggle below some hay;
You're on the farmer's menu,
And he ain't got all day!

Dive into that mud pit,
Grunt like a dirty hog;
There ain't no sanctuary,
Inside a hollow log!

Try this on for size,
I'll tell you what to do;
Stand and face the farmer,
Then start to holler, "MOO!!"

He might say you're loco,
Your meat could make him sick;
It's the best that I can do,
I'd suggest you do it quick!

If this act fails you,
The dinner bell will ring;
I'll be at the table,
My favorite part's the wing!

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A Thanksgiving Wish

I wish I could sit ‘round the corner,
And take in all of the clamor;
I’d hear laughter and conversations,
I would hear what really matters!

I would hear dear familiar voices,
Distinctive laughs I would know right away.
Dinnerware clanging with silverware,
And the smells of Thanksgiving Day!!!

I would thank my God for family,
Both at home and those miles away.
If I could just sit ‘round the corner,
That would be a spectacular day.

What you have, when gathered together,
Is a gift every heart longs to share.
The gift of just loving each other,
And the prize of each person that’s there.

Though I’m not sitting there ‘round the corner,
My heart is most certainly there.
My love, adoration and thankfulness,
Is in spirit, at everyone’s chair.

I love you dear family, and send my best wishes:
For holiday health, wealth and mirth.
Tis Thanksgiving Day! Thank God for right now!
It’s the best seat to have on the earth. 

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Victory Bells

Journey exhausting, just a handful survive
Last night’s hellish storm by evil contrived
Mothers, children fully dressed on stand by
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!

Hellish storm rolled further out to sea
Captain up the starboard came to see
Surveyed horizon then gave loud cry
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!

Women, children ordered to board first
Ship mates, two to escort, dying of thirst
Battered row boats leaking seemed to nose dive
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!

Hit soft white sands at dawn despite fears
Silver hair Parson led the Thanksgiving prayer
Discovered fresh stream from boulders up high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!

Note:  Entry for "Ring Out Wild Bells To The Wild Sky" Contest
Sponsor:  Dr. Ram Metha

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Thank you dear God
For peace that flows;
Thank you dear Lord
For joy that shows.

Thank you for rhymes,
For words that come;
For muse and chimes,
For form that sums.

Thank you for cheer,
For pulse and feel;
For love right here,
For play that heals.

Thank you for wit,
For laugh and quest;
For lines that fit,
For wit and rest.

Thank you for smiles,
For simple daze;
For thoughts worthwhile,
For this mind maze.

Thank you for flings,
For hurl and swirl;
For funny things,
For crazy world.

Thank you for strange,
For quirky glitch;
For wholesome range,
For queasy pitch.

Thank you for urge,
For tides that flood;
For groove and purge,
For surge of blood.

Thank you for poise,
For sweet-sour taste;
For primal voice,
For gall and haste.

Thank you for wit,
For storms that come;
For wondrous bits,
For work that farms.

Thank you for ease,
For cheery calm;
For pleasant lease,
For sensuous balm.

Thank you for charm,
For succinct ways;
For health that sums,
For touching stay.

Thank you for more,
For heart aligned;
For ample stores,
For flavours fine.

Leon Enriquez
02 Apr 2014

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Eyes To See

Life is never perfect
Troubles come our way
Some are here for a while
Others come to stay.

Conflict, setbacks, disappointment
These are all our fare
But in our times of trouble
There are those who care.

Precious family members
Who take us as we are
When our need is greatest
They are never far.

The sound of children’s laughter
A tiny baby’s cry
A kitten, softly purring
A rainbow in the sky.

A peaceful Sabbath morning
Hearing church bells ring
Choir music so sweet
It makes the heart sing.

We fail to see the flowers
Just complain about the weeds
God’s blessings are there
Only for those who see.

His beauty all around us
Warmth, comfort, leisure, play
Flowers, trees, rivers, mountains
Quiet nights and bright new days.

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The Revolution

Douglas D. Winkleton,
Wasn't wrapped too tight;
He escaped from Dizzy Acres,
One cold November night!

He raced to Lansbury Farm,
Opened its massive gates;
Turkeys scattered to and fro,
Flooding the interstate!

He stripped down to his boxers,
Wielding a stick in hand;
Danced around in circles,
Like the leader of a band!

"Go, my feathered friends!!"
Douglas screamed with glee;
"No more turkey casseroles!!"
"Upon this day, you're free!!" 

Traffic stacked for miles,
Invading the peaceful town;
Every, tom, chick, and hen;
Was runnin' 'round and 'round!

When the dust began to settle,
Law enforcement gained control;
And when they captured Douglas,
They took pity on his soul!

Cozy in a padded cell,
His torture met its end;
They gave him an ugly turkey,
For comfort as a friend!

Take a trip to Dizzy Acres,
Have a peek in thirty-three;
A turkey plays chess with a loon?
Now ain't that a sight to see!!

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Thanksgiving Guests

Gathered ‘round the Thanksgiving table, Are the folks who are dearest to me. I know, as they talk to each other, They aren’t seeing the faces I see. Grandpa and Grandma, and uncles and aunts And a few even closer than those, Are indelibly written on a memory page, In a book that I can’t bear to close. I lovingly gaze at these dear ones, Toward faces that aren’t really there. With thanks to our generous Maker, That another has filled up each chair. I cover my sadness with gladness, Amused at their jokes and their quips. Trying not to let on that my thoughts are far gone, To the pictures fond memory flips.. Just the last year, he was with us. The one who’s the most on my mind. I vainly search those at the table. That missing, beloved face to find. My daughters and precious grandchildren, Bow their heads for my Thanksgiving prayer. Praising the Lord for those present, Remembering the ones who aren’t here. This day, too, will soon be a memory, I shall add to my burgeoning book, And when this day is done and I am alone, I’ll turn each page for a comforting look.
By: Joyce 10/24/2000

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I Became a Fish

Texas A and M when I was in school You could only survive, if you were cool Things are so different from when I went there I have some examples I’d like to share An all military college back then Nothing but males were allowed to attend You’re called a “Fish” throughout you’re freshman year Or a “Frog” if at mid-term you appear A “Fish” has only one privilege per man To get away with anything he can If an upper classman treats a Fish wrong “Get-even” time may occur before long A “drown-out” is a favored revenge ploy But it takes two when it’s time to deploy One with the waste basket full of water One to slam /jam the door at the slaughter A “drown out” with plain water’s not so bad There’re other things that can make you so sad Like corn flakes soaked till they get gooey smelly Or slaughter house blood coagulated like jelly Another “get-even” I can recall Affected everyone down that hall Three Thanksgiving turkeys in a dorm room Four days later, a rotten stinky tomb There are so many stories I could tell Some are so bad that they wouldn’t read well Most of the years at college were a ball But my “Fish” year was the best of them all

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A Yonder Recompense

It is in the midst of trials where,
Our steel is ground and pounded.
Tempered by a host of snares
While ‘round us God’s expounded.

We see Him not in fairer days
As in the nights of toil.
We meet Him midst the fire’s blaze
And circumstances roil.

While heavy laden, comes a lift
To meet us in the fray.
The Holy Spirit gives the Gift,
And brightens up our day.

A yonder recompense awaits,
A future cast in gold.
Press on with me ye weary saints,
As Paradise, takes hold.

Our brief and momentary pain,
Will pass like morning dew.
Eternity with Christ, our gain!
And EVERYTHING is new.

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This Time of Year

At this time of year, thoughts of thanks come to mind
Appreciating friends, family and all those who touch us
Though I’ve said this before my friends, many times,
Thanks. My wish is that your Thanksgiving is glorious.

I’m so sorry for repeating myself, as I know I am doing,
But I don’t think I can express enough gratitude and praise.
See, I was like a boat, floating aimlessly on the darkest ocean
Until I found my friends, to lead and brighten my days.

So, my friends, a gift of thanks I wish you all to have.
I too, wish that I could give just so much more.
Know this that thanks goes hand in hand with love
And for that reason, you all are blessed forever more.

Be blessed with good health and happy days.
Be blessed with love and good friends.
Be blessed with the chance for new memories
And thank you all for a friendship that never ends.

Happy Thanksgiving!