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Thanksgiving from Three Perspectives

A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!

I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this  time her cooking didn't flop!

And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.

I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.


A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.

I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .

Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!

And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.


A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer 

I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.

I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den.  Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.

I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!

Bless Mom and Dad.  The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!

For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
 or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


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Droplets of Heaven

OLD POEM: GRAY SKY FALLS (SIJO)

Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus

NEW POEM:

Thy painter of sky smiled from altitudes
The angels flew, danced amid the wet clouds
Coloring mist, dust of beatitude
Heaven's gate roared, the lightning showed some proud

The veil of universe lurks from behind
The shades crawl slow, camouflaged by the dark
Droplets pervade the odor of sweet mind
Like the smell of a wet land, the yearn park

Breezes whistle through the aisles of droplets
Caressing the skin while sky sheds its tears
Gaze to the stunning gloom in violets
The sparks steal some moments, shines with no fears

Flood recede and leaves caught the rest of rain
As my heart fades from melancholy, drained

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Metamorph
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INTO THANKSGIVING

An inspiration left me,
Gone out of my sight,
Her I hardly ever see,
Be it day or night.

When we talk together,
We seldom ever say
How it is I've met her,
Each and every day.

When we walk together,
Out to the points end,
I know that when I'm with her,
I'll always have a friend.

So as we start into Thanksgiving,
Thanks to "that" which gives us living.


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THE LOVE, OF THE CARING PEOPLE

There’s moments when the dawn of a new day causes us to be
Ungrateful, unkind, and very selfish.  Often times I discover that we (those of us who deem
Ourselves to be sound mentally, physically, and spiritually, and grace with understanding as
We laid claim to having unconditional love) are not those things we think we are.

The evidence to these truths to be without doubt, is visiting with the sweetness and the
Perpetuating joy of The Caring People in Rosenberg, Texas.  Their loving hearts have
been woven from a Heavenly Fabric, which was created by God, Himself.

They love you with a majestic manner.  They know what we so easily forget.  Their
Love teaches us how to love unconditionally.  It’s a privilege to be apart of The Salvation
Army Harbor Light Men’s Choir, in Houston, Texas, and travel to sing the songs of Zion, to these
Royal brothers and sisters.  The Caring People embrace us with such eminent love

That causes the heart to weep with joy and the mind to leap as gazelle's.  To really understand
These precious souls is to know what it is to give God Almighty, His Thanksgiving for giving
Us the honor to go before His wondrous sons and daughters at The Caring People, in
Rosenberg, Texas.


WE LOVE YOU ALL WITH AN AGAPA LOVE.
GOD BLESS EACH OF YOU ABUNDANTLY. FOR THE PRECIOUS LOVE OF THE
CARING PEOPLE.  THANK YOU FOR LOVING EACH OF US SO DEEPLY.



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Count thy Blessings

Count thy Blessings

Count thy blessings, name them one by one
Compose thyself as pythons do on their preys
Ignite thy spirit to the rising sun
Rejoice with thy hands for points of thy being.

Compose thy songs with a theme of pure praise
Shout a Holy name thee deemed worthwhile
Wine and dine in the hollow of thy soul-
A resourceful asset for impulses,

For pints of freedom worth warm worthy toast
And radiant of clustered wings like birds.
If by chance thee spot ways to noble course
Count it to thy pride by abstracting lines.

Behold how cute to have survived the game
Count thy blessings aloud one by one.





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Soonn Un

Emirabitur- Shall Admire

There you are the wind of my lone chamber
When I set to keep all mine from ember
And drop where constructs are most eminent,
Where meditativeness is prominent.
Long lost be me, if not for lunar moon
Descend light that fights random hours of groan.
I will for sure unveil silence abode
Where monstrous would have forsaken off-board. 
Let’s believe I have found and learnt the muse
The muse which unimpaired and un-abuse;
And fetch, outstretch, inform and un-slumber,
That which eyes will see and bless good comment:
Less of déjà vu and more of neo-pan,
That the rooftops will sit and grant accord.

Friday February 28, 2014


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DEAR TEAGAN BECCA

                                               ***
                                 Hi dear Teagan Becca

                         You're a surely a Laureate Bacca

                            Your verses enthral us pucca
  
                             They are just solid stucco

                          Even read by people of Mecca

                           And loved by folks Malacca

                         They're yummy as saltimbocca

                           I hum them climbing yucca

                           And while sailing in felucca
      
                          Praise them smoking hukkah
  
                        Your rhyme is a feast Hanukkah

                          And powerful like  bazooka
 
                   Magnificent as veiled statue of Rebecca

                     Wow  ur real name is..."REBECCA"!!

                             ..................Eureka..!!

                                        *****


                  (*I m sure ur real name isTeagan Rebecca.)


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The living on earth is disaster

The living on earth is disaster,
To understand a matter is understanding,
Knowledge and experience that more demanding,
Hard to count ability if a person is master,
without performance life is slower or faster,
sadness or happiness is a tale of pause,
not much learning; spending is mortal to loss,
our journey is full of pain or a good laughter,
we shall die one day with empty hands,
although religion has good stories of God brands,
i were born on earth to live in peace,
most basics are free but a person charged fees,
oh man;  come to appreciate living, nature seeds pain,
Try to secure human existence we need to use brain.


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THANKSGIVING



Mind and heart know that love fills all;
Yield to your soul in cheer and wit.
Thrill seeds a flow in great and small;
Health makes you whole as joy now fits;
Align true heart with precious gifts;
Note how you feel with gratitude;
Keep mindful art as grace uplifts;
Sense wise goodwill and attitude;
Glimpse wealth profound where grace abides;
Intuit and see that beauty bright;
Voice in sure grounds that sparkling tide;
Immerse truly that lovely sight;
Notice the waves as heart feels light;
Grace surely saves in stillness right.




Leon Enriquez
17 April 2015
Singapore


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Happy Thanksgiving

It's time for Tom to lose his wattled head.
He's designated martyr for the feast.
We pluck him naked and stuff him with bread
Then roast his hapless carcass whole or pieced.
We carve, dismember, separate his flesh
and pile it high upon a festive plate.
Oh, Butterball you juicy thing, so fresh
and tasty, every bite is simply great.
Although we never heard him gobble
without a head he cannot demonstrate.
A turkeys future cannot be squabbled
his life is brief and predetermined fate.
Without a turkey there's no misgiving
there would not be a Happy Thanksgiving.