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Long poem by Mimi Machakaire | Details |

Thankful

We use this word every day.
But only just a few of us really mean what we say.
What am I thankful for you ask?
Well, I'm telling you now this is going to be a very easy task.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

She's supermom always trying to do everything at once.
Without realizing that even she needs a break, from all the running and the rush. She single now, doing all this by herself. Our dad ran away but the memories of him will always be put high upon a shelf.  She gave birth to three special little  kids. Even though we still growing up, we'll always be proud of what she did.She works hard for her money and works hard for us all, making sure that we always have a ball. She's amazing, no other mom could ever compete and I say that from the heart coz she's whole, perfect, complete.

I am  thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I can't imagine, having a different life without her.
Just thinking about that makes my stomach stumble, rumble and turn.
Yes we may fight sometimes and argue and croak.
But that don't mean we can't fix what we broke.
We've had bad times but mostly good.
For she and I will be the only ones who have ever understood
How we think and how we act, haven't found anyone who's been able to top that.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

Till this day I still can't believe that I have a mother as sweet and wonderful as she. all my life, I haven't been the only one who has been able to see what I see. My mom needs no evidence to prove that she is the greatest in the world, she's been proving that since she was just a little girl. My mind still spins, crumbles and whirls, every time I try to figure out what I did too deserve a mother like her.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.

I am thankful for the mother that God gave to me.
Without her, I doubt that I would be free.
I would be trapped, lost in my own thoughtless mind.
Thinking of myself and not the others who choose to stay by my side.
I'm the person I'm today because of her.
She's always there for me, whenever I'm searching for answers.
Yes I'm thankful, for she is the greatest gift the world will ever receive.
Her kindness and good heart helps others to succeed.




Long poem by Kelly Crenshaw | Details |

I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?


We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.


Long poem by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Details |

OUR MANY BLESSINGS

OUR MANY BLESSINGS
By the Poets Listed in the first comment
 
Life is full of wonderment and blessings well received.
The greatest gift, so well conceived, the freedom to believe.
Thanking God that in this glorious world He perceived.
There, stands today beauty and grandeur that awed we can achieve.
Our ancestors, many moons ago, the motherland did flee.
Enriching lives, harvest, and family in this land of milk and honey.
Gratitude after we gathered the fruits of our great labors.
Holding hands with love we pray with family, friends, and neighbors.
Thankfulness for waking to feel warm sun on our face, all hail.
The wind's breeze, melodies in green trees from sweet nightingales,
You cast off my chains; you set me free, through true eyes, now I see.
Each dawn I give thanks I am free!  Thank you, Lord from the real me.
Thank you for my mind and heart and trusting me from the start.
For the sun, the moon, the stars, and all your creatures who take part.
Also for things in me once damaged, now mending a new start.
To live this life, day to day, with the minimum of fuss-
We believe in many things, that the joys of life bring us.
From majestic mountains, to the tiniest of bugs,
Wondrous bountiful God, created these for poetry.
I am sending GOOD energy, to my friends, and hugs.
My thanks are carried on waves over the November seas. 
To friends from afar who grace my life with comfort and ease.
One unending relationship with God and His wonderful love...
Four sons, the gifts given to me from Heaven high above,
I am so thankful to be gifted with so many different things.
And being healthy under loving angel's caring wings
One great blessing: I begin to see the world was more than me.
Methodical.  Prodigal.  More logical, I found the great light love.
Within our thankful hearts today, a prayer is softly said,
Blessing all who join with us as we eat and share our bread.
Our lives are enriched by family and friends that we love.
With grateful hearts, we thank our generous Father above.
The wonders of your world, Lord, Earthbound and on the wing,
Our hearts are filled with happiness for every blessed thing.
So, thank you, Lord for everything that upon us you bestowed.
Especially for your love dear, Lord that bountifully has flowed.
                                                                               Amen

CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: See the first comment.  We had great 
participation.  Thank you, my poet dear friends for your contributions to this Thanksgiving 
poem.  Lovingly, Dane Ann


Long poem by louise nelson | Details |

AN ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE: THE SPIRIT OF THANKSGIVING

a farmer once lost most of his crop in a storm but he didn't complain
he knew never to count on the might have-beens just thank God for whatever remains
we need to learn to count our blessings for those things we have in hand
and to thank God for all He has done and what for us He has planned
the sun won't always shine down on you there will be darks days and some rain
give God thanks for each day He wakes you up and for whatever time you have that remains
for storms are always popping up, passing through or pouring down
just have an attitude of gratitude that you're standing on higher ground
God is watching over you and will send Angels to keep you from harm
just trust in Him and thank Him for His ever-present loving arms
Jesus healed ten lepers one day but only one came back to give Him thanks
all ten recognized Him for Who He was and all ten addressed Him by rank
they knew what He was capable of when they asked for His mercy and grace
so why did only the Samaritan return to thank Him face to face?

we live in a time where the economy has literally fallen apart
homes in forclosure, millions of jobs lost and that's just the start
the cost of living has escalated but our pay checks have stayed the same
we need to place our faith in God as only He has the power to make change
to have an attitude of gratitude for the God Who is able
to sustain you when the world is in chaos and unstable
to have an attitude of gratitude in moments of pain and despair
knowing that you can count on God to give comfort and care
He's aware of your doubts, depressions, heartaches and your fears
He has the power to help you heal, recover and wipe away your tears
we need to stop putting all the focus, emphasis and stress
on that which we do not have but on that which we possess
we need to have in our hearts the spirit of thanksgiving
and praise Him for all we do have and for all to us He's given
we need to give God all the honor and all the glory
that we even have the ability to give a testimony
so thank Him for your sons, daughters, your parents, husbands and wives
thank Him for giving you the gift of the breath of life
thank Him for the food that you have to eat
thank Him for the clothes on your back and the shoes on your feet
He has done so much for us the we can't even measure
He has given us an abundance and many blessed treasures
so fall down on your knees and give thanks to the Lord our God
with an attitude of gratitude and the spirit of thanksgiving in your heart


Long poem by Scribbler Of Verses | Details |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


Long poem by Charles Haben | Details |

Lighten Up

Hesitation gets you no where, beware dont go there
thats a violation  punishments annialiation
plant the seed and watch it grow just to get chopped down
 cant be stopped now, welcome ya'll to my pow wow
i make the gun go plow gun powder mouth, automatic, im an addict
and i dont know how to quit firing off rounds 
No mission is impossible disregard all obstacles 
cold popsicle, sicker than a hospital 
wheres the alcohol, cuz im addicted to the bars 
your greatest the rapper on earth, thats fine cuz im from mars
damn my covers blown, earthlings you arent alone
I was bluffin, thanks for nothin, thanks for stuffin 
my head full of lies and deceat, I guess no reason for me
to go to church no more, im done for
I might as well go shooot up a gun a store
no wait I think instead i'll go fight for iraq, 
tell em all the secerets then give bin laden a dap 
president bush snorin in his office takin a nap, 
reading the newspaper smiling and taking a crap
you might be hating this rap, but im never takin it back 
no receipt kapeeshe, you didnt pay for it jack 
99 problems and a bitch is one that i got
my girlfriends loose so i tied her up in a knot,
now she go cant go around hoppin from cock to cock,
thinkin shes Hot, spreadin every damn disease that she got
fuhck a G, this chic has an A-Z spot,
things so wide you could park diddy's yacht
when she cum's she sneezes out bugers and snot,
excuse my language im dangerous when im angry alot
picaso couldnt paint this master piece, after me, im happily 
crapping on rappers
im so complex in my simple text,
that you almost look forward to what comes next
it could be about any subject or topic just know you cant top it
the way that i say couldnt be said any better, every word every letter
a veteran at only nineteen, its frightneen and might seem unbelievable 
but u gotta believe it along as its readable,
and I cant speak so i let ink leak, 
onto the paper and into ur mind where its safer
cuz this stuff is lethal, the combo of my tounge and my teeth will
be sure to be heard by all people, its all equal, eminem retired now im the sequel
it'll beheath you to increase breathing and cut down on the speech, you reach a 
point where talkin 
will get you no where, 
i know its your freedom, but pleas dont be dumb
Im a lumber jack leave you stumped like a tree trunk...


Long poem by Aiyah de Torres | Details |

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.









Long poem by madhavi suyog pagare | Details |

Hey my Honeybunch, You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable


           Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable.. 

        Hey guys, you know what?? I had got a pleasant surprise from my hubby.It was our 1st Marriage Anniversary on 24th April 2013. Actually we both had tight work schedule..and hubby was at pune..It was too hard to digest that v couldn’t meet each other..but some hw prepared mentally that its ok.. will meet @ weekend..After few hours bro called and said that he is going to organize party for my in-laws and mom-dad n he said..your hubby wont come bt he askd me to conduct party tonight..I got too upset bcz f dis again..dat hw cud i without hubby :(( but after few minutes i got clue frm my momma n i ws at the top f my world..everyone was waiting to cut the cake n my eyes wer desperately searching suyog..hotel assistants wer asking quite oftenly "shall v bring the cake n i ws like..no no wait..just wait.." but later dey brought the cake aftr bro's signal..n dey started clapping n played music for wishing.. Everybody said : Now stand n cut the cake..he won’t come..my bro also said how eagerly u bin w8tin n searching fr him bt he really wont cum..my bro n my family members not only confused me but hotel assistants as well regarding suyog's arival but i said where is my hubby??????? i wont cut the cake without him..gt too too upset again n emotional :(':(' was trying his phone bt he avoided my cal n msg popped out..he is busy with other manager..talk later..gt really upset bcz f dis..den i felt now seriously he won’t come..Suddenly i had glimpse f suyog n i ws like is it suyog??????? dat ws the touching moment....gt too too excited n my happiness was beyond bound..Everybody around me laughed.He hugged me n wished me..I too wished him..later we cutted the cake n he gave me nicely decorated flower bouquet..Really Suyog “You made me insane..you made me sick..men..in your love..Without you my life will be incomplete..” Heartiest congratulations to you my Honey!!!!muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I wish you to b as my life partner fr all seven birth's..n lastly thanks fr hp pavilion lappy,beautiful sarees n amazing jewelleries.. :) :) /\./\ 

Wrote by:
Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare



Long poem by louise nelson | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ive_got_to_give_him_thanks_353206' st_title='I've Got to Give Him Thanks'>

I've Got to Give Him Thanks

the conduct that codifies the laws of human behavior and such
involves phrases that are mandatory or by your parents you will get touched
to be mannerly, to be courteous and to act like you've been raised right
to use those phrases that society deems as being polite
excuse me, pardon me and of couse may I and please
words that we learned as children and as adults should use with ease
but the most important are the words thank you
the obligatory phrase that God our Creator is due

now Jesus was on His way to a town called Galilee
when He encountered 10 men afflicted with leprosy
now Jesus was One who would meet you wherever you are
no matter how high no matter how low be you broken, whole or scarred
He came not to save the saints but to help those who needed Him more
the sinners, the sick, the hurt, the lost and those who needed a cure
so when those lepers saw Him they cried out "Lord have mercy on us this day"
Jesus replied"you are now cleansed so to the priest go on your way"
but only one man came back and said in a loud voice "Lord thank you so much"
Jesus then reflected "were not all 10 men cleansed by My healing touch"

I've got to give Him thanks is what that Samaritan felt in his heart
I've got to give Him thanks for I've been healed by the hands of God
so why did the other 9 men not give Jesus what He was due?
why did they not show Him an ounce of gratitude?

we act like God is obligated to make us happy and whole
but what people fail to understand that in this life what is their role
we've got to give God thanks because He gave us the breath of life
we've got to give God thanks even during times of heartache and strife
and comprehend that God will always deliver if we have only a mustard seed of faith
and never to forget after being delivered we need to say to His face
thank you Lord, thank you God, thank you Jesus the Christ
thank you for everything that you have done in my life
it's not an option, it's not a choice, it's and obligation that is due
for everthing that we are to Jesus we simply say Thank You


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