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Thanks God it is Friday by Alhemaidy, Abdullah
Thanks Mom by johnson, curtis
With Love and Thanks, Mom by Lane, Lin
A PERSONAL TESTIMONY OF THANKS by Strand, Brian
A Brother'S Thanks by Bankson, Jai
Thanks for asking by Pea, Kay
Thanks, I'm Fine by Kingston , Wayne

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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.


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Questions to Ponder

What flowers do we most cherish?

Ones with such aroma they consume our senses,
as sweet purfumed, honeysuckle clad fences,
or those of brilliant hues springing boldly from the ground,
holding our eyes captive, as do pictures in clouds?


Which clouds do we most welcome?

Dreamy, soft ones of contrasting white,
sauntering seductively across baby blue skies,
or those billowing dark, mocking tidal waves at sea,
pouring life sustaining liquid to desert Joshua trees?

What trees are we most thankful for?

Bearers of fruit, so succulent and sweet;
releasing bundles of manna right at our feet,
or those with strong arms stretched over the dust,
lending cool somber shade; a resting haven for us?

Whish of us is the most beautiful?

Ones with perfect features to gaze upon,
as earthly angels dancing round kings thrones,
or those who cherish friends, and have learned life's lessons;
welcomed opportunities to give, and been thankful for blessings?







Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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MADE IN CHINA

"Made In China"

They can have my money
If it saves me money

The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read 
"MADE IN CHINA"

The cheap material on my back, the shoes I wore. 
How easily they faded and tore
However, I enjoyed their hands
The Tags on my rags;
"MADE IN CHINA"

The car I own saves money on gas
A tiny Honda Civic, takes me everywhere
I love my sweet silver car
"Manufactured in China"

The never been used--Made in the USA--cookware I own,
Says, I don't work hard at all:)
Yummy to Chinese all you can eat take Outs  
Thank you China for being part of this world
Better Yet!
Thank you China, for making this world a part of yours.

MADE IN CHINA 
Shipped easily in a box

~SKAT~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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New Years Resolution

Love more, when it is hardest to love.
Show compassion, always.
Be kind when deserved or not.
Be patient, when you are at the end of your rope.
Smile, when you are saddest.
Pray when you are at your lowest.
Thank God when you are at your highest.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
12.18.2014



Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Angel

just a glass angel lit with many colored hues she is much like you spreading joy to friends in need a guardian for your tree I could not resist when first I saw her sweet face angels fill my life this is a token of thanks for friendship and loyalty
*December 2, 2014


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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MY SOUPER GIRLFRIENDS

I met them once I landed in a place, 
they called it haven, a soiree place. 
Where people are nice,kind and cool. 
Some are young, some are....never mind. 
They're awesome people!

I first met this blonde lady,thought she's only twenty.
She did refused, said she's almost a mother to me. 
I beg to disagree,'cos she's more than just a mom. 
She's a bestfriend, she's wonderwoman. 
She lives in Norway,Anne Lise Andresen was her name. 

There goes a new avatar,who came to visit on my land. 
She's wearring sunglasses,but can't hide the beauty from behind.
Then I found out lately, she doesn't just own a pretty face.
She is the sexiest and hottest momsie,rockin' up poetry.
She's a real poet master,SkAT A.,that's her name! 

One day I sat down and read some poetries, 
So delightful,inspiring, and awesome pieces. 
I got struck to what I've found. 
A Filipina who's writing with charms, 
Her poems are incredibly great, 
She's Nette Onclaud, the goddess poet! 

I came to land another page, thought at first that's a cage. 
Of a tigress with full of angst and strength. 
I must admit, though I was afraid, I admire all the pieces she had made. 
She left the table and threw the soup,and think tha'ts the last time I'll see her poem. 
But with revenge she went back home, and send me greetings that I treasured. 
With friendly comment I came to know, this tigress is tame and a sweet person. 
Who is she?...the everbody's love and favorite, Poet Destroyer!

As time goes by, and my journey went long.
I had to passed in different stations.
I came to know so many beautiful people,
So kind and thoughtful, their arts are treasures.

There came to visit my poem one day, 
Though full of greiving,they cheered me so well.
They are Mary Jo ,Eileen, F.J. ,Vie and Shadow.
The women who are pride of this site.
The pretty ladies who always been there to lift you high.

Above all these awesome experience,
Is to know the people from my own motherland.
My country fellas, so sweet,cool and nice.
They are the crystal flowers glisten brightly like a star.
They are Leonora, Maria Paz, Nikko and Carole...

My day became brighter, you light the path I walk.
Everytime your greetings knock on my door.
Allow me to do the honor to thank you guys.
And let you all know how thankful I am.
My dream has came true, because of this site.










Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

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Queen Eileen Remembers

On day full of doom and gloom
With no strength to leave my room
With no hope to look towards light
With darkness closing in at night
I remember…..

When my heart floods with despair
Burdened by my load of care
When the rose has but a thorn
Wishing I were never born
I remember….

When no effort is worthwhile
On my face no trace of smile
When my heart does naught but weep
For a love I cannot keep
I remember….

I remember, 
A kingdom in which I reign
Where I banish grief and pain
A kingdom where all is light
With rolling hills, verdant, bright 
I tremble….

I smile, for I am a Queen
Only beauty can be seen
Fairies flutter to and fro
Peace and joy is all I know
I tremble….

Yes, 
I tremble with sheer delight
My crown glows with heaven’s light
I am loved, and I am free
For a QUEEN resides in me
I remember!!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

A poem dedicated to my friend, FLO Thomas, for her poem, The Kingdom of Ghali. I’m hiding away in my room, but the visit to this poem again, to this magical kingdom, brought a ray of light shining in. Love you, Flo! OXOXOXOXO I tease my family and friends that...I'm really a princess. I tell them, "Haven't you gotten that memo?" They all just laugh at me. Now...I have a wonderful comeback. "You won't even see the PRINCESS in me...on Poetry SOUP...I'm a QUEEN!!!!" Oh...the joy of virtual dreams!
Kindness goes a LONG LONG WAY!!!


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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A Thing of Beauty

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A thing of beauty on her wrist
is confiscated by a nurse
who looks for items soldiers missed
in places (and by means) much worse.

They brand her when she enters camp,
a thing of beauty on her wrist
replaced by Hitler's horrid stamp,
a stinging band below her fist.

They marched her mother through the mist
on to the bath that was her last,
a thing of beauty on HER wrist
gone too, she saw as Mama passed.

Now, she who bears the mark of war
lives free and wears her scar not with
remorse... it's more, at eighty-four,
a thing of beauty on her wrist...

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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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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

:)


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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A PSALM OF PRAISE AND WORSHIP

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child of God.
As I grew older, I lifted my head up to clouds.
Somehow, my path swayed.

If the Lord does not anoint me, why do I sing?
If I am not blessed via his blood, why do I live?

Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is enshrined because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I worship and praise.

If the Lord does not guide me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not supply my needs, why am I here?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child.
As I grew older, I hoisted my head up to sky
Somehow, my path swayed but now, my life is saved.

If I am not a crusader for the Lord, why am I here?
If I am not on the battlefield for the Lord, why am I here?

Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is transmogrified because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I give the Lord God the highest praise.

To My Redeemer...

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
|____________________________________________|
 Form: Anaphora
 Penned on December 13, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.

11.14.14


Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014

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Her Sense of Humor

A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.

Hell.  It was just a joke.

One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love…it’s true.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”

“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.  
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

Then, she whined and whined about her butt.
I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass?
It may sound strange, but I heard it works….
Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.”

Hell. It was just a joke.


The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer.
They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know.
So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?”
She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder.  That’s Miracle Gro.”

Hell.  It was just a joke....I guess.

So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature?
Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt.
Always a smile where angst or anger might have been,
A smile I never want to be without.




Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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BESTOWING KINDNESS



Simple treasures enshrine the heart bestowing a glee pure with delight; goodies wrapped in foil thrill carolers on a breezy night, sweet lyrics glow… Merry the friendship when long talks bind enchanting hours of sweet reveries, as cheers are shared with honeyed tea while neighbors join to say hello… We flock ‘round Grandma’s homemade pies Then offer tidings for everyone; beneath a pine’s star glazed by joy with gift of thanks for blessings’ grace… Along the blue of bluest night prayers spill for world unity when gratitude finds the loving, the yearning of tender spirits a promise where kindness resides. Small Gifts - Contributing to Other's Happiness Contest


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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A TRIBUTE - JENNY BREWER

Poem written based on the ABBA Song Thank you for the Music
I got the idea for writing it this way after reading Darren Watson’s Poem ‘And then I Kissed Her’ My poem was written to say a very special thank you for the person who introduced me to Poetry Soup  – can’t think of a more appropriate way to say this:-

I’m no one special; I think I’ve said this before
When I post a poem, you wont have read it before
But I’ve discovered a talent, a wonderful thing
My poems are posted, and my praises you sing
I’m so grateful and proud
All I want is to shout it out loud

So I say
Thank you for the comments, my praises you are singing
Thanks for all the joy they are bringing
I can’t live without them, I say in all honestly
What would this site be
Without a comment from you and from me
So I say thank you for the feedback
For giving it to me

Mother says I was so funny before I could talk
She says I could make her laugh before I could walk
February is when my poetry journey did start
I’ve found out my poems can capture a heart
Like a well penned rhyme can
Well, Poetry Soup, I’m a fan

So I say
Thank you for the comments, my praises you are singing
Thanks for all the joy they are bringing
I can’t live without them, I say in all honestly
What would this site be
Without a comment from you and from me
So I say thank you for the comments
For giving them to me


I’ve been so lucky, I am a woman without a care
I want to shout it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance

So I say
Thank you for the comments, my praises you are singing
Thanks for all the joy they are bringing
I can’t live without them, I say in all honestly
What would this site be
Without a comment from friends over the sea
Now I need to say thank Jenny Brewer
For introducing me

So I say 
Thank you Jenny Brewer for her belief in me
And setting my creativity free

31st March 2014

(Original title is Thank you for Believing in me - I would like to change it back once the contest has been judged)

~submitted to tribute poem contest sponsored by Silent one ~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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If Ever


If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...





0202032012

--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)



**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!

again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)


Copyright © binibining P.iNk | Year Posted 2012

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Finding Joy This Season


To find the greatest joy,
give selflessly.
Share your gifts, your time, your love -
be the smile others long to see!

To find your heart’s content,
show gratitude. 
Open your eyes and give thanks for life -
walk with a hopeful attitude! 

To find desired love,
Love others with God’s eyes.
Search beyond the surface seen –
you may be quite surprised!  

To find your Christmas spirit,
return to innocence.
Slow down, have fun, believe again –
remember the Lord’s presence!


for Regina Riddle's Didactic poem contest, 12/7/14 


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014

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I'm Very Thankful

I’m Very Thankful!
 
I’m very thankful for everything the Lord has made...
Everything he’s created…  His beauty is displayed!
 
I’m very thankful for the breath I have to breathe…
Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave.
 
I’m very thankful for the way God has made so evident.
The principles of his word…  Are so relevant!
 
I’m very thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown…
It has brought blessings and healing to my home!
 
I’m very thankful for the many things he’s done for me…
He’s given me his love which flows abundantly!
 
I’m very thankful that each day,..  Is another to live for him…
He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin.
 
I’m very thankful that I can write
 these words from my heart.
I know that he’s with me.  And he’ll never depart!
 
I’m very thankful that you’re reading
 what I’ve been saying…
May this cause you to once again start praying!
 
I pray that this same Jesus I know…
 Who’s merciful and kind…
Will speak words of hope to you
 and give you a peace of mind.
 
I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended.
You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.”
 
Thank you Lord!  For what you’ve
 done and are going to do…
It’s another way that I can say 
 “I LOVE YOU!”
 
Thank you Lord!  For all that I‘ve 
received and so much more…
You’ve made my life complete… 
And are worth living for!
 
By Jim Pemberton   01/25/11


Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014

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A Special Thank You.

Thank You, God.
Thank You for everything
that I know that I wanted and You withheld.
Thank You for everything
that I thought that I did not need and You provided.
Let me be like the one leper
out of ten who returns to give thanks to Your Son.
Thank you for  what you have granted.
Thank You for what you held back.
Thank you. Always. Amen.
P.S. Lord, Thank you for the following incomplete list of talented caring people
who have filled my heart and engaged my head. 
They, too, are one of You gifts to me:
Be good to them always and protect them as Your own. They are:

Carolyn Devonshire;Francine Roberts;Andrea Dietrich;Carrie Richards;Destroyer Poet;Chris
D. Aechter;Harry Horsman;DorisCulverHouse;Audrey Carey John Freeman; Wilma Neels;Dr. Ram
Mehta; Sean Kelly; Deborah Guzzi: Ambassador Carol Brown;Andrew Crisi;Brandlee
Augustus;Joyce( I told you first!) Johnson;Ralph Taylor; Charles Henderson; Joseph Spence;
Karen O'Leary;Connie Marcum Wong;Barbara Gorelick;Iolanda Scripca;Susan Palli; SKAT*;
Katie Lindsay;Michael Jordan; Caryl Muzzey;James Fraser;Rich Parise; Joe Flach;Tim
Ryerson;Mitch White;Nathan Dilts;Daniel Cwiak;Chris Smith; Brian Strand; and The Rambling
Poet. Thank you all and Thanks to all whom I foolishly overlooked. REGARDS! GERARD!


Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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Awesome Blossom

The night's impatience sky
Twists itself around our earth
There, falling stars will fly
While the moon proves what it's worth

I'm standing in this field, 
Just waiting for the hour
When the sun will rise once more
To shine its light, upon this flower

Some might ask me why
I come each day to view this blossom
But if they use My eyes
They would see she's simply awesome


All I do for her,
Is to visit, in my leisure
But what she does for me
Is fill my eyes and heart with pleasure 

And if you care to share
The blessings that I yield 
You need to get up early
To see the Sun's light
Fill this field


Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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Dark River That Sought To Flood

Dark River That Sought To Flood

I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight

Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief

A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love

Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Redemption Day

Through open window floats orange sun,
blaze settling on my wrinkled brow.
Closed eyes spur visit from days done.
Dark thoughts escape to highest bough;
new freedom builds the here and now.

Past shadows meld into the clouds.
On highest bough I perch upon,
my teardrops fall with sorrow’s shroud.
As orange pulp bursts through misty dawn,
the burden of my shadows gone.

My spirit flies since freed from cage
with joyful love in morning light.
A songbird from the gilded age,
Sweet music lingers into night.
Praise drifts then clings to page of white.

With humble words, I thank the one
Who made this day and gave the sun.     


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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SOMETIMES

Sometimes I wish for a king's hearty dish
That I'd eat and could just eat no more.
But, a king's hearty dish is far less than a kiss
And a meal in which love has been poured.

Sometimes I gaze and am truly amazed
At the eagles that soar in the sky,
But, often for me with a sweet melody
I'll be flying right there by there side.

Sometimes I dream of a fresh water stream
And the trout there are three pounds or more,
But, the pond down the road where thoughts often explode,
Undoubtedly holds more in store.

Sometimes I say what a beautiful day.
It'd be nice if we had more of these.
But, the next day it rains and I feel just the same,
For with each day a soul can be pleased.

Sometimes I long to stand up and be strong
For something I truly believe,
But, a strange circumstance will give me a chance,
And I find silence wiser indeed.

Sometimes I think, oh, I'm right on the brink
Of ideas to bring glory to me,
But, the glory's to him and I thank God again,
For He's given me all that I need. 


Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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PREMIUM MEMBER

          PREMIUM  MEMBER

A little thanks to the anonymous  character  
The one who decided to pay my premium price
Being on my way outta here
makes me say HhMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!      
why? did you do such a thing

this one has my mind in rotation
knowing I had no  desire or sensation
to have a star right by my name
all I can say is  THANKS, THANKS, AND THANKS!
for the one who does not want me to know their name
it does not come clearly to me
whit all the wonderful Soup mails of thanks that i get
to many members run through my head
who would do such a nice jester for P.D.
adding more fun to my game, and name.

I have no passion, i have no lust
To do the things you members trust
I will give thanks once  again
To you  anonymous among my friends
Paying for my Premium Member price
Makes me think you want my games to really begin

Bringing  a different meaning to  your contest
With lots of joy and fun, to Hhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
imagine A contest with slam,..L.O.L.
Thank you my anonymous friend,
But, this still MAY not change my plans

a letter from: P.D.
of thanks to: ANONYMOUS




Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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It is the Sunset I Await

Sunset, occurring daily (and as such, no miracle by the nature of the word), 
calls me again to it's evening forum, where I - though vaguely moved to testify - again only watch. 

I watch and as ever am left rippling with the quiet swell of majestic privilege felt from inception, I am certain, by each and every oak tree born of the ancestral crops in earths red canyons; intrinsically original, yet universally indistinguishable from it's likewise peerless brothers - A  part  of  the  whole.

I myself am human and in so being, have been much exposed to the impossible pink of a newborn day and to the breeze of sky blue it becomes with age. But this ongoing cycle of singularities leaves me unimpressed... It  is  the  sunset  I  await.

The sunset, who, unlike it's younger selves is fast running out of time, yet who each night still requests my audience and waits patiently while I (no miracle myself, by the nature of the word) valiantly attempt perfect attendance. 

Tonight, though I am only here as a bystander, the sunset (now in it's twilight moments), asks a few words of me. And tonight, I speak...

I have long waited for the day when, at it's end, I could tell the beautiful sunset all that it has meant to me and thank it for the elegant gift it has been my honour to accept each evening of my life. This being so, now I stand. I whispering to it from my reverent pew... 

And the story I tell is one not only of it's own magnificence...
But  also  of  mine


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015