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Details | Free verse |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

My Blessing

As I sit here along I think of you my dearly beloved.
My feelings for you are stronger then I have lead you to believe. 
I love you, yet love can be expressed in many ways and I have thought of all of them.
Forgive me my love for being so open and outright, but it is to you that I wish to tell everything too.
Noting do I dare hold back from you, for it would be a sin in my heart.
You saved me from my very pain that was overshadowing me for years. I have cried countless tears waiting for you to come and rescue me. You are my savoir and I am forever in your debt. I have no regrets as I say I love you more then life itself. 
There's no one I'd rather be with, I don't want nobody else.
Time may pass and seasons may change but my love for you will always remain the same.
You are my friend the greatest of them all. I know you will always be there for me. You would never let me fall.
Expressions of love I wish to share as you are the only one I wish to share them with. Please know that all of my sayings are heartfelt. Over pouring with love am I for you barely able to hold it inside. I long for your warm embrace.
When I see your face my heart leaps about like a baby goat playing in the fields. Happy does not begin to cover how you make me feel. When you speak I am transfixed by the very sound of your voice. When you smile the sun itself must take cover for even it can not shine as bright. When you laugh time stands still for the joy you bring to me is overwhelming. When you dance the world itself claps in jubilation and when I dance with you I lose all of my frustration.  
Congratulations you have found the keys to my heart,  please don't ever lose them I don't ever want us to part. 
My very heart longs for you my dear. I am stricken with a sickness and only you have the cure. I need you now please help me endure. In my eyes I see you as my Lord and King and I feel unworthy of thee. But you picked me out of all the queens, oh what a joy it will be to serve you indefinitely.  
Your kindness, your joy, your charm oh how happy I will be in your arms. There is no one like you my love. You are heaven sent like a star from above. Oh what a blessing it is to have you in my life and what a even greater privilege I may have of one day becoming  your loving wife.
I am deeply in love, my heart is yours my master to keep. May our love for each other only grow stronger with time, and may I be forever yours and you forever mine.   

Copyright © Kable Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

My heart

               My heart 
Too many circumstances
Surrounding this land of ours 
Too many trouble I bear 
Too many challenges 
It come and change it brings
Despite all 
this heart of mine 
Still strong 
Still holy to nature 

My heart 
I wonder how it withstand all
This forces
Is a miracle am sound 
The energy keep coming
Now am strong 
Still holy to nature 

My heart 
It beat tells a lot 
Is like the eye of an eagle 
Some times it fly faster 
Some times it fly slowly 
despite all illusion 
To change 
Yet am my heart is strong 
Still am holy to nature 

My heart 
Grudges I refuse to bear 
Grief yes sometimes it comes
For that not my making 
Time pass 
Ticking as it pass with a mark
All not so good
So some time I fear 
Some time am brave 
Human with a soul 
Am not an accept ion 
As time after time 
Life teach me his beautiful nature 
As also the ugly it leaves not 
Despite all 
this heart of mine 
Stay strong 
Still am holy to nature 

My heart 
As always am at peace 
With my person 
Only the soul I bear 
Know better the reason 
This songs now I sing
Always cant be with out 
Coming from 
My heart 

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |


Well you should have seen turkey Sal
She fills herself with packs of Pall Mall
And not to forget about Coonskin-Cap Jack
Always a-travelling with a riffle on his back
The greatest thing a man can see
Is the vast environment of Tennessee
But I can't state that myself-
I love all of the country

great plains and tall pines
Deep blue lakes and mountain peaks
High water and deep coal mines
Country houses and dense streets

I see a horse grazing on the prairie
And begin to think about the heritage
What Westward-bound means
And what is, in fact, genuine
But it is time for greetings, 
the time to thank
For what the harvest brought,
what we got from the land

fifty-states of well-being
Some territories far removed
Beauty emerges for all the seeing
Places warm, places cool

The founding fathers, I respect so much
For they stood up for liberty and independence
Washington, Franklin, Paul Revere
As I am reading Thomas Payne's 'Common Sense'
So if I'll set foot on American soil one day
I'll be proud of the way I have come
Because in essence, Americans are the same as me
Only, they know the true meaning of freedom

Lush visions of crippled desire
Brought to me by endless visons
Only connected by the telephone wire
The communicative prison

What the future will bring is uncertain
But this nation will stand the test of time
Greatness doesn’t have to be restored;
Greatness is merely a state of mind
So come now, and share a thought
Choose your leaders wisely and be assured
That whoever will become President
Will do what he/she should

The advertising man looks down on his desk
And finds ads from the archives
It says: ‘1958, Lester and Grove Inc.’
He gets a glass of Bourbon
Does he represent America?
The heavy workload, the tired workhorses
The freedom of working is no freedom at all
But it is far better than them communist dogs

Deserts and far stretched woods
A fire in my heart, a warm embrace
The sunset gives a certain mood
To a man on a wild-goose chase.

Copyright © Damon De Ryckere | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |




 Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.

Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.

“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.

They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive 
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .


The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.

Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.

They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.

Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.

It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.

From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.

The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.

It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.

Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide when I pulled on the slide
On the airplanes opening door partition
I had took the time without being sublime
To explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition 
Maybe he had thought it pure jest his bulging eyes processed
As his parachute opened He wore a look of derision
His body had spun His look registered stunned, 
Like this was some kind of unreasonable decision
It was expected of the youngest born before Thanksgiving morn
To bring back from the nearest forest 
A bird
After a mighty and fierce war With piles of blood spilled galore 
He registered a look that I mistook 
As if my demands were patently absurd
After the last desperate howl of the game but defeated fowl 
He would drag the beast back to where we were living 
And as hard as he was able slam it down on the dinner table
And holler loudly, 
"To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!

Copyright © Donald Reith | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

A Profound Thought


                 HAVE YOU EVER PLACED
                 BEFORE YOUR FACE
                 YOUR HAND 
                 THEN SAID GRACE
                 THAT YOU CAN EVEN PLACE 
                 AND SEE YOUR HAND BEFORE
                 YOUR FACE

                (These words are dedicated to our veterans
                 who have fought in foreign wars to keep us free
                 who can't do that simple thing)

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Rowdy Racecar

Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Going for the Gold

A 60 year old woman entered a marathon, 
she wanted to set a personal goal
not to win it, but just to be in it
going for her own gold
but just after about 19 miles into the race
she tripped and fell down
she had broken her ankle bone 
and was laid out on the ground
the paramedics told her, her race was now over
but she would not hear of such
she instructed them to put away that stretcher
and give her a cane or give her a crutch
she said my race is not over,
if I can't run it,  then I will walk
her determination was her inspiration
and she was not about to balk
going for the gold was her only destination
her vision, her goal, her sole consideration

Our God is a God of faith and strength
a God of progression
not a God of failure or fear
nor a God of regression
for God will lift you up 
if you should ever fall or trip
just make sure that with Him
you have a personal relationship
for God wants to be in the picture
draw near to Him and He will reciprocate
He can strengthen and transform you
on a level that is intimate
treat Him as you would treat a lover
for He is more than just a friend
He will always be by your side
through thick and through thin
have Him in your heart too
for It's not only about intellectual perceptions
let the Holy Spirit increase your faith
be full of thanksgiving and open to God's receptions
get your mind on the right track and let God work in your life
use your past experiences to remind you of all that you have sacrificed
It's alright to look back just don't live in it and then get mad
utilize the power of memory and thank God for all that you have had

So keep on keeping on 
know that God will lighten your way
let nothing and no one paralyze nor limit you 
from obtaining your goals this day

Yet even in the midst of discouragement 
that woman proceeded to accomplish her goals
with faith in God and in herself
determined and destined to go for the gold

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Epic |

Ain't never not eaten on thanksgiving

And this one is quite the same...
So the kinfolk has gone off...
Does it matter?

Just ease over to the next town....
Where's a cracker barrel 
Or sisters of the south
.....and feast away 
Thanksgiving day....

An epic feast...

The following day is the first day if the Christmas season...
Not black friday

Copyright © LEWIS FINDLEY | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

Thanksgiving poem


Copyright © connor curtin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

Seasons Change

Seasons change before our eyes every year. It's like time's moving faster than we thought.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter have been a part of God's work and the work of Mother
Nature since the day He created the Earth and the solar system.  Spring time comes at the
beginning, and flowers are blooming, leaves are growing on trees, and the sun's out each
day after day after day. Summer's next after spring; everybody's going to have a good
time. We'll have hot weather and mild weather day and night, especially when it's 98.6
degrees outside. For the fall, temperatures starting to drop. The leaves are dead, there's
pumpkins to get for Halloween and Thanksgiving Day, and it's the time for people to be
drinking a lot of cider. And the last season of the year is winter. Ice flakes are falling
from the sky, the homes, buildings, and the streets are covered with snow, and schools and
businesses are closed. People are building a lot of snowmen, building ice sculptures, and
finding true love. And also, it's a good time for people to have been drinking some hot
cocoa and gather around the fireplace. Seasons change for a good reason. That's what makes
the world go around and around, even to this day. And if these seasons keep changing every
year after year after year, there's no telling what might happen next.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Village of Bad Water

hundreds of my pictures on his wall
take the dog for a walk
change my clothes
flashin my eyes as i come back out

the last child that lived here
locked in a room never allowed to go out
no thanksgiving supper

Set up again
by people pretending to be friends
no false pretenses
hidden agenda of a neighbor
lieing to my face again

insanity in my headphones
the nightmare of the cable box
the charade of sex is just lemonaid
and i now know desperation 

how should i feel?
when you do this to me
the rumors and misunderstandings of such confusion you manipulate
and i learn to translate

kicked out of my deathbed
wake up and be on your way
your last dance finaly taking place
the days of cliches
the protest i dont belong to
so you can say what you want to say
i'd rather die then let you control me for one more day

the world a trap you cant get out of
everybody dies and god is the hero
and this is how you get real paid
selling me the next lie to live
everyday i play this game
listening intently
to find my way out of your corner again
going forward in reverse

Usual suspects
the same faces again
you didn't learn anything
nothing at all
usual suspects
same old crime
easier to do it the second time
after you practice on the life i will be cornered to live
absolute control you seek after
manipulation of fear for laughter
endless chapters
of death with no bedside manner
cowering behind your alibi
cowering behind your alibi
such a twisted face
behind your mask

all the right questions
they never asked
let me tell you about a village
everyone there for their own reasons
two sides of every contradiction
offer you a decision
two choices for one to choose
cornered again
backing out, both roads always a choice of two evils
no path of least resistance
we can do this the hard way
hurting you more than you meant to
cowards acting like little boys
the stage is set for your message
the stage is set for you to see
whose walking behind me
living everything i fix
the shadow of tomorrow
what they do not have to go through anymore
my stalker of this life
always a step behind me
always there to take the blessings ive been denied
in front of me is you
in front of me
i see whats behind me

Hindsighting the hunter
foreshadowing the wolf
hindsight of the hunter
foreshadowing the wolf
as blind as i am
as lost as seem
far behind me is you with the life i leave
jealous of what i lost again
taken away

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

The Flusher

The Flusher
The Super man came to the door again what he said was it this time ants said 
eye ants just ants and eye only flushed it once The super man was knocking on 
my door the ants came out and killed the neighborhood said the super man and 
then he knocked upon my door the ants are tiny creatures eye began they got in 
the radiation from the computer store said the super man it is not and never will 
be the fault of eye began to understand this super man the ants is grown and 
feeding to get larger and to roam upon the city Blue and Proper is the suburb of 
the urban dweller there oh super man please help me put them in the krypton 
bottle and please just keep them there the super man looked thoughtful and his 
eyes were sort of Blue and Proper he began to understand the eye and rounded 
up the ants in the city Proper but Blue had been destroyed. The Blue City had 27 
people living there so for twenty seven days you have to flush just only once and 
use it only then and hold it in for all the rest of them times that bathroom time 
comes and do not dispose of ants that way the eye is done with flush as a 
means of my disposal now for twenty seven days. Thanksgiving to the super 
man the flusher is okay.

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007

Details | Didactic |


obstinence, disobedience 
and uncompromising minds
a few of the traits that the nation of Israel 
responded to God's Kind
they were very self-absorbed 
and completely unyielding
ungrateful for the blessings 
that God Himself was revealing
even after all that He had done 
to remove them from Egypt's slavery hold
they were too impatient to wait 
on the promises God had foretold

Our God is a God of second chances, 
of mercy and of grace
a God of forgivingness 
not concerned about culture or race
come to Him in humility 
with a heart contrite and true
come to Him in gratuity 
let thanksgiving be in you
It's not just about you
It's about yielding to God's master plan
you're not even in control
your fate is in the Lord God's hands

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Epic |

What If Thanksgiving Celebrated 365 Days A Year part i

an earlier draft of this barely satisfactory missive ex post facto, i chomped asper with upper dentures upon evincing a couple of typographical errors, in up rye or draft, and did not wanna dodge being a spell bound stickler for typing words correctly. 

though no obligation to trot out this fixation sans zero misspelling tolerance, a compulsion with any concomitant obsession found me reposting before a repast of dessert - so there Ghost of Marie Antoinette, wherever you might be hiding - i can have my cake and eat it too!

Minus trimmings and over stuffed ego freezers, 
but altruism, civility, Dharma bum ethnocentrism, 
gratuitous homogeneous internationalism, 
karma mosaic opportunism, quitessential righteousness, 
unpretentious vivacious wide world yipping,

brouhaha dutifully emphasizing friendliness, 
antithetically booing critical, popularly pugnacious 
spoiled trump petting uber western yikyak, 
zealous antipathy craving everything. 
a hypothetical, mental, rhetorical thought question 
   occurred to me just moments ago
sans, milk of human kindness bubbles frothily 
   upon major American holiday, 

   whereat figurative bro
   thar and sisters exhibit philanthropic 
   good-samaritan charitable ambitions 
   especially, towards indigent that crow
for bare necessities

   other than 
   when Thanksgiving rolls around, and dough
nuts to dollars even most frugal misanthropes 
   play feigned charitable card egoistically glow
with ambient benevolence, civility, 
   diligent energy, and friendly hello

and sundry pleasant greetings 
   hook hood be some 
   soon tubby rich entrepreneurial stranger 
   ready to make shares available vis a vis  IPO

Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |

What If Thanksgiving Celebrated 365 Days A Year part ii

   to dirt poor anonymous guerillas G.I. Jane or G.I. Joe
   who cross paths with each other, 
   even those one doth not know

when ordinary biases, callousness, 
   denigration...doth full low
out the mouths of hoity toity MainLiners 
   towards working class people - mow
awe less trying to remain financially afloat, 
   and with plea for handout 
   would receive an emphatic NO!

Thee exception to unspoken aristocratic rule 
   arising on feted buzz
   feed ding occasions where oboe
players invoke cobra to deliver riches galore to the 'po

whom sincerely show gratitutde, 
   yet wonder why status quo
reserves select calendrical dates for handouts 
   proffered after standing in a row
of similarly bereft individuals aware at stark 

   outpouring overt nurture minded, humanity 
   (with perchance a guest appearance by Sean Hannity), 
this public denouement, 
   an atypical venue for his television show
where generosity spills forth 
   from said personality and others alike
blithely, demonstrably, fortuitously, happily, 
   jubilantly, lovingly, modestly, poignantly, 
   where an announcer speaks thru a mike

to open their doors and hearts asper, 
   those down and out 
   pushing belongings along the pea king pike
of broken tureens with 
   only a mangy dog as companionship,

and though I admit tubby hyperbolical, 
   hypocritical, hypothetical 
   hypoteneuse of hippopotamus 
   no charity less valuable then self and spouse, 
   whom both experience spike
in anxiety since net income purportedly 
   below the poverty level, though we reside 

   within subsidized housing (outliers 
   here at 2 Highland Manor Drive), 
Page Number Three     

yet random acts of an effortless smile, 
   cordial greeting to passersby, or 
   waving fellow drivers right of way, 

such minimally polite services today,
the most within my limited monetary hi say
means, which behavior aye strive ray
   dee to maintain zero cost politesse, 
   which cost nada cent, but doth pay
highest dividends, 
   which reciprocal acknowledge may
be the greatest reward, 

   whether or not a response elicited tis quite o kay
the satisfaction arising breeching comfort zone 
   viz exposure therapy lighting up gray
matter analogous to a cerebral Christmas tree 
   and any regret avoided, asper congenial efforts     
   generate “hi” kickstarts my day.

Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017