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They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.

When I bought the raffle ticket, 
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.

Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard, 
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.

Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.

Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind. 

I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.

But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.

When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.

So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.

Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around. 

We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing. 

Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006

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I remember eating dinner in the glow of the burning lamps.
We all dipped our bread into a common bowl of oil.
A little bread, a little cheese, some salt, an apple, a little wine.
But for the salt all the fruits of our own labors. And Gods.
The enjoyment of fellowship and family at table and fireside.
Laughter and the soft sounds of evening chores and talk.
Discussing the work to be done tomorrow and next week.
Telling the old tales,  the good ones, and the family stories.
Children learn who they are from this and will remember.
Maybe a song or two, all voices raised, some sweet, some not.
Childrens prayers before bed, every night, from this comes faith.
A cuddle and a kiss with your wife, to let her know she's beautiful.
A snuggle with her beneath the warm blankets, face on a cool pillow,
And a whispered prayer of thanksgiving before sleep takes you.
God gave every man a brain, two hands and a heart.
With these tools we can build all of these things.
With all of these gifts, who needs more?

Copyright © William Kershaw | Year Posted 2010

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Inside the room in the administrative offices floor
of a plush hotel, an unmarried middle aged lady executive,
showing a lottery ticket, told her secretary 
that she won five hundred dollars. She wasn’t happy.

Inside the cold storage of the same establishment,
a male storekeeper, a daily wage earner and father of three,
was all smiles as he showed a ticket and promised to treat
his mate to a beer. He won the same amount.

Now these two anecdotes happened within the same week.
What struck me was the stark difference in their reactions
upon winning the same amount. The executive said, 
“I don’t need the five hundred, I want the one million”.
The storekeeper said “Thank God, this is heaven-sent!”

Looking back, there was only one thing I thought that minute:
It takes more for those who have more in life to be thankful,
and it only takes little for those who have less to be grateful.
Who between the two has learned the secret to being happy?

15 October 2015
Giving Thanks Contest
Sponsor: Ed Ebbs

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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My Hero

I was once in your womb
Pain of giving birth was like
One foot in the tomb 
The bout that you needed to ease
Because I might be lost
If you don't fight to cease
Thank you for rocking me unceasingly
Thank you for feeding me 
In the middle of the night tirelessly
The naval that I see
Is evident that you never gave up on me
I love you so much Mommy
Thank you for your unconditional love
You are my hero Mommy 
Sshhh don't tell Daddy Mommy!
I love you too Daddy! 
And you are the King and Queen of my heart.

September 30, 2015

Copyright © Meline Ngo | Year Posted 2015

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The unmistakable scent of damp wool coats drying,
Has a pleasant way of mixing with the aroma of fresh coffee,
Every seat in the livingroom is full, everyone watching TV.
Twenty four hours of, what else, football! football!!! football!!!
Parents and Uncles and Grandkids and Aunts, Sisters and Brothers and Kids,
New Boyfriends or Girlfriends whose names you can't remember,
The men and a couple of the "Grownup" girls gather on the glassed-in porch,
At halftime, to take a little shot of cheer and to remember other days,
Missing Dad and enjoying my mother's laughter and comforting her tears.
The immense dinner that gets better every year; don't ask me how.
Fixing a plate to take to Mrs Stuart who won't come, although she is welcome.
Past ninety she has no family left and is too proud to "intrude".
And Robert is home unwounded and safe, Our Son, my little boy no more.
Thank You Lord.

Copyright © William Kershaw | Year Posted 2010

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"Gobble, Gobble,
what's that you say,
I am on the menue,
for Thanksgiving Day."

"Oink, Oink,
ham is so good,
forget about old turkey,
I wish you would."


Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009

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One day a spirit caught me
It didn’t take me high in the sky
Neither did it take me down to the depths of the earth.
It rather took me to a place called
 “The inside of a spirit”
Ha! Ha! A spirit led a spirit in a soul
Then you know what came next?
I wondered about the gifts I offered those I loved
And all the letters I wrote to the ones on my heart’s frames;
I thought so deeply and deeper did my understanding sink
Then here I came up with this
Why shouldn’t I, why shouldn’t you, just write a short letter to God
And give one of the simplest gifts you could give,
Say how thankful you are for all you have received, 
Say you need to be transformed and hate your sin,
Say things you need in life to be happy
And just show him desperate people you wish to see as happy and thankful as you are now…

You see, I’m done with the letter
And the gift I am to give is just my heart.
No wonders!
I know it’s not worth giving to the Lord of lords
But I’m sure that if I gave my sinful and proud heart to those I called friends 
They couldn’t help keeping it.
They’d rather consider it a trash
Because it would be of no use to them;
To say, a heart like mine they already possess.
However, it remains a wonder how God would call a feast
Just for my proud heart 
For He has loved me with such an enduring love,
He transforms my being and makes me whiter than snow,
Then He uses it to bring other lost souls to Him.
To this, can't we sing ” GLORY TO HIS NAME”?

Copyright © Redempta ASIFIWE | Year Posted 2016

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Christmas Traditions
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was the Day after Thanksgiving and every store in town.
Had planned to opened wide its doors before daylight could be found.
It was an outlandish sight to see people sleep overnight. 
Shoppers camping on sidewalks people waiting in the moonlight.

The Christmas shopping season was formally set in motion!
Hustling, bustling, getting, and grabbing: bikes, pipes, and lotion.
TVs, wreaths, computers, briefs, trees, ties, anything money buys. 
Some starry-eyed children sway singing with Santa beneath skies.

Meanwhile, Jesus Christ, the nativity, and live manger scenes
Attempt to teach people what the Christmas season really means.
A few carolers come singing along their neighborhood streets. 
And the folks that they sing too, with big smiles, surprise them with treats.

A God loving soul amid the clamorous celebrations,
Gathers his family, to make costumes and preparations.
Mary, Joseph, Jesus, shepherds, and the three Kings with gifts, myrrh.
Reverently, they reenact our blessed Savior's Holy birth.

This poem was written for Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas in Your Town contest.
Poetic form:  A narrative written in couplets.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

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I give thanks 
for a Dementia patient growing more loving in latter years, my mother 
for a Dad who has diabetes, high-blood pressure, overweight, and 
should have been in the grave 20 years earlier like father and brother

I give thanks
for a wife with lymphoma who has shown her faith and love of God
for a son who traveled the world and used nursing skills for others
for a daughter with challenges growing up, after college had four job offers

I give thanks
For churches that I have attended that have helped mature me
For good jobs to help take care of my family and those in need
For a great education from a Community College and University

For iron sharpening friends and mentors in to my life they gave
For my Lord Jesus Christ who first loved and got me saved
I give thanks

Copyright © Joseph Guth | Year Posted 2015

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For several years when our kids were little, every Thanksgiving Day, we all loaded up and headed for Aunt Fanny’s house.   New faces and lots of food were big attractions.  There was much for which to be thankful. 

Just like myself, I suspect that everyone thought that Aunt Fanny's sweet potatoes were the best that we had ever tasted.  I suppose that everyone had no doubt that her mustard greens were the best in all America.  Who could  imagine anybody’s ribs, roast, or chicken being any better than hers?  Yes, we were certain that we could not see wings on her biscuit roles; but because they were so soft and fluffy, we also knew that if one did not consume them rather readily, they would fly away.

Doubtless, everybody knew Aunt Fanny the cook.  But the real question is whether or not we got to know Aunt Fanny the person.  If for any reason, and I can name a few myself,  anyone thought that the Thanksgiving gatherings were about the food, they, as did I at times, completely missed what Aunt Fanny was all about.  In time, that is, after her great and tasty food was clearly digested, I realized that she was all about people.                                                                                                          

Our dear aunt was indeed gourmet, but she was not about making us happy about her culinary abilities.  She was about making us believe that we could do anything God designed us to do; and to be  all that He purposed us to be.   Aunt Fanny was demonstrating to us that she learned to prepare many great dishes from scratch the same way she rose up from a very humble beginning and achieved prosperity in both material and spiritual ways.   She nearly started out in life from scratch.  So making much from little was second nature with her.

Those ‘massive never out of food gatherings’ were not about the turkeys, or the hams, or the chickens, and not even about the ribs.  I tell you, it was not about the food.   It was all about the family, the friendships, and the loving.  Yes!  Aunt Fanny was about the fellowship and the caring.  If we had thought that food was the centerpiece, we truly missed the real Fanny.  
01242013 cj PS Contest, Thanksgiving Day, Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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I have been finishing up Sacred Economics during this time of fall harvest and thanksgiving. I have enjoyed this read especially as I add in vocabulary and analogy from my background in Permaculture Design and Community Development.

Eisenstein's economics of a more beautiful world 
follows the ecologic of health, 
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk 
pulls its developmental compost 
from ecologically balanced, 
ubiquitously transparent, 
gooey to more scientific-reductive touch, 

So, this gives me cause for regenerative thanksgiving, 
in this Earth-optimizing time 
of Co-Falling and Co-Arising Harvest.

One illustration, my additions in brackets: 

"The money [health] system we have today 
is the manifestation of the scarcity mentality 
that has dominated our civilization 
[and threatened our wilderness Commons] 
for centuries. 

When that mentality changes, 
the money [health] system will change 
to embody a new [eco]consciousness. 

In our current [competitively unhealthy] money system, 
it is mathematically 
[and logically]
impossible for more than a minority of people 
[and species] 
to live in abundance, 
because the money [health and beauty] creation process 
[yet also struggles with] 
systemic [economic and political power] scarcity. 

One man's [Yang-power] prosperity 
is another man's [Yin-flow/function] poverty." 
[And, therefore, 
the prosperous man's reverse-co-falling flow/function yin-poverty issue 
as well.]

Co-arising with co-falling abundant thanksgiving-it-forward harvest
of eco-centric consciousness.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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OK class, now listen up and down,
in and out,
said Professor Fuller Watts,
professing political philosophy 404.

We begin with a deductive
object lesson,
then spread out across inductive intuition
universal information 
and self-governing intelligence
through co-mentored gratitude.

I will speak in bipartisan political language
because it shouts at us, all too familiar,
but I have an underlying assumption
that each of us has some Republican
and some Democrat within our arterial minds
and hearts and lungs,
and all those other organic parts.

Our Republican nationalistic patriotic side
leans toward universalism,
just as our bipolar Democratic global citizen side
leans toward unitarianism.

Party leaders want us to believe
we cannot have our peacefilled cake
and eat balancing economic political justice too,
which may help them pay their mortgages
but does not help me or you.

To my Republican dominant friends:
You continue not beating yourselves up
for unhealthy chronic economic dissonance
within Earth's potential for interdependent nutritionally sustainable outcomes,
to retain your Business As Usual dislogic,
anti-ecologic supremacy,
irrational sub-optimization standards
for measuring this quarter's success,
to sustain high-risk monocultural design assumptions,
killing our collective national and global future
for our species
and most other organic subsystems
within this Polyculture Tree of Good and Reverse-Temporal eviL.

To my Democratic unitarian co-mentors
with mutually messianic intent:
You continue beating yourselves up
for redemptive healthy cognitive-affective-intuitive
about balancing Yang with YinYin,
competing appositions within Win-Win logistics,
still disharmonizing your republican universalist anthems
with your democratically unitarian psalms.

In the election year we refuse to choose
Republic or Democrat
and insist on balancing both
within our interior bicameral landscapes,
and ectosymbiotically,
as our exterior bicameral universal-unitarian landscape,
we will more intelligently pursue policies and procedures
reflecting polyculturally inclusive development
rather than a competitive,
self-marginalizing monoculture of supremely ludicrous speciation.

As we learn to balance our Republican Yangish Left hemispheres
with our Democratic YinYin Right hemisphere's double-bound unitarianism,
we emerge more authentically as mutually benign parasites
nurtured by one nondually co-arising, 
organically self-organizing, 
holistic iconic Host.

Now, stepping back to Universal Principle of Thermodynamic Balance:
embodied (republic) Universe is also incarnate (democratic synergy) In-Formation,
bicamerally "self" conscious
as Universal Intelligentling Thanksgiving Time.

Our DemoRepublic Species
eats and senses healthy-wealthy nutrients
through nondual-transparent ergodics
of DNA eisegetics
dancing to RNA's temporal-fractal exe-genesis.

If Republicans have cornered the monocultural market 
on Polynomially deductive information,
then Democrats' optimal healthy-wealth
is Not-Not Polynomial Polycultural Balance,
a bipartisan political field party
serving only organically and locally enthymematic economics
and politically grateful graceful relationships.

If God the Father created a Republic-an,
then CoMessianic Son regenerated a radically inclusive democracy
of EarthTribal Solidarity
prophetic of great transitions as PolyCultural Revolutions.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Really thankful

Sinking deeper and deeper in the ditch when I wasn't looking for someone to rescue,
You were that subtle ray of sun that touched and set my whole being aglow.
Not just words, I am really thankful my dear friend !

Soul tethered in solitude that you sliced to set free of bind,
And bounds of dreams that you gifted to put me on none less than cloud nine.
From core of my heart, I am thankful my dear friend !

Vibrant colours sprinkled on my grey platter, I sparkled through every fight,
Stained in vibgyor, rainbow appeared across horizon of my sky.
I am really thankful for your love my dear friend !

All screams of my heart melted with your warm embrace,
So I could face this world with firm confidence and grace.
Thanks be to you my friend!

Stray thoughts that kept creeping inside of my head,
Withered with your very console of logic,
Thankful that I am still sane!

Perishing being bloomed as you nourished with passion,
Sparkle of conquer as depression and negativity wiped off,
Thanks I am soulful today my dear friend!

Written Oct 15th, 2015
For contest "Giving thanks" by Edward ebbs 

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015

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   Family gathers for Thanksgiving dinner

  As you step into grandma's home
You smell the savory aromas

   Turkey is stuffed and cooking in the oven
Glazed ham garnished with pineapple and cherries
We’re getting very anxious for homemade buns to rise

   Table is decked with grandma’s fine china
Table settings and white lace linen
Fresh Thanksgiving Autumn floral bouquet,
Candles flicker in-tall thin brass candleholders

   Salad, asparagus and cheese sauce,
Mashed potatoes and gravy,
Cranberry sauce,
Cinnamon sweet potatoes garnished with marshmallows
Ambrosia fruit salad, cherry and pumpkin pies
Apple crisp with caramel sauce a prize
Punch bowl filled to the brim 
With eggnog and hot cinnamon schnapps

   A second ham sits in the baking pan on the stove
Of balance over the burner knobs
Pa picks up the lid to take a peek

      Did a hip-hop back

   As it slides off the top of stove onto the floor
Bathing everyone around with sweet greasy glaze
For once I wish I had Rover and Max around to lap up the floor
As they were locked up in their dog cage so they wouldn’t be underfoot

   Slipping and sliding and grabbing on to the counters I whispered
Please dogs come and save us from this wet dirty job

   We dropped plenty of towels and got a mop and a bucket of suds
To sup- up the entire sweet greasy glaze
 Finally the crazy mayhem was over
Turned to face the table and held our composure

Bless us, Oh Lord, and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.
Moaning and groaning too stuffed to move Rubbing their bellies that are just ready to bust Still enough food left over for everyone to take home 11/24/2016

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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                                      Thanksgiving 1930

     Mama was running around the house trying to make space for everyone to lay their heads when the night draped the day.
     The house was jovial and laughter bang against the four walls like  a rushing tide against an embankment, and it filled the cracks with vibrating music.
     The aroma of baked turkey, ham, and yams live freely in the air with tobacco smoke. It was one of the most happiest and memorable day of my life.
    My cousins and I made thunderous cacophony while running through the house.
    The men in the family sat in the parlor in front of the fireplace sipping on papa's dandelion wine, and verbalizing their views on politics and agriculture.
     The women gathered in the kitchen to prepare the meal and exchange recipes.
     They knew everything significant about the world, according to them.
     They knew every poultice and herb to fix for just about any type of ailment.
     They knew and philosophized on the affairs of the heart.
     They knew the words of the Lord and quote them in their solicitous conversations.
     They were icons  

Excerpt from short story Pinstripe Suit
copyright Labyrinth of Life 2007. Labyrinth of Life is a compilation of short stories and poetry.

Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2016

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I Thank You

To the God who from the dust of the earth created a man, and out of whose flesh he also made a woman suitable for him; who created vegetation and animal life, and put within them the life regenerative ability of procreation;  To the God of the Bible who gave his son to die that I might believe in him and receive everlasting life; who freely gives life to all;  It is this God to whom I pray and say, “Thank You”.
To my father who asked my mother for her hand in marriage;  To my mother who responded with a “Yes” answer;  To my parents who gave birth to me and my twelve siblings; who through much toil and suffering, never gave up, but travailed to show and teach us the good and right ways of life;  To my grandmother who lived with us and assisted in teaching and loving us;  Yes, to these heroes of my early years who also cast shadows and memories until now in my latter years;To these visionaries and trailblazers,from the depths of my heart,I say, “Thank You”.

To the Church, which has been to me both an institution and a living organism;To the Church, an ever present source of spiritual and social sustenance, and  is indeed at the top of my deepest affections. Such affections follow only my God and my family.  To the Church with which I have been deeply associated for more than fifty years.  To the Church with which I have gladly given of my life, my means, and my time for most of my life.  To this Church which have been my pillar and ground of the truth, seated on the strongest of foundations; To this Church which have given to me far more that I could ever give back; Yes, to the Church which comprises every believer in Christ the world over, I say “Thank You”.

And lastly, to this great land and country known as The United States of America;  This land of laws and liberties; this land of many colors and creeds, courts and constitutions;This land longed for by those who crossed the troubled seas and planted their feet like trees by the waters; This land beneath which lies those who fought and died  for the right to be free and to be governed as they determine to be;  To these United States of America which God has bless and shined his Grace upon;  To this one nation “Under God” with “Liberty and Justice” for all;  To this nation of “blood washed stars” and  “pursuit of purity stripes”,  I say, I am proud of you;  I am praying for you; and I  say, “Thank You”.
09222015 Contest

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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One of America’s most treasured holiday and tradition is known as the celebration of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving a plentiful feast of food and a gathering of friends and family a holiday began as a feast in the beginning days of Americans is one of the most celebrated traditions .To some thanksgiving is just another holiday that is  unimportant just another reminder that Christmas is just around the calendar .Just a day off of work or school ,a tradition passed on over the years, commonly excuse to over eat , an occasion that is between two months ,November the 4th  Thursday and October the 2nd Monday  for Canadians . 
But in November 1621 ,after the pilgrims first  harvest the Governor William Bradford established a feast and invited a group of the Native American allies .Now remembered as the “first Thanksgiving “ by Americans even though the pilgrims used this terms to describe the feast it was held for three consecutive days .Even though there isn’t a known historic banquet menu of there was record of that several of the Wampanoag guests arrived Bearing five dear by Edward Winslow who wrote in his journal .Also Many Historians suggest that many of the meals were served in traditional Native American spices and cooking methods . Because none of the pilgrims had oven and the Mayflower sugar supply had dwindled there was not the modern day traditional that featured pies, cakes and other desserts .The celebration of Thanksgiving has never changed through the year weather your nationality or faith background it is always been a time to express the thankfulness of family Thanksgiving is the day to reunite with family and feast upon food.
There are many traditions that come with thanksgiving but one that is know over all of America is the food. This tradition is know by many  households is that many families struggle to finish out the thanksgiving without having a Ham or turkey on thanksgiving . Also many us have all heard you cant have a turkey day with football, Not every family in America makes football a part of their tradition but the most do .This could range form watching the game to having a little fun playing a game outside .
But you cant forget the essence of thankfulness this can be saying a prayer of thanks to the family gathering to tell what there most thankful for and There are many ways that this can be expressed.

Copyright © jazmine brown | Year Posted 2011

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Lovingly Dedicated to my Precious Angels: 

Tammie, Tiger, Lanissa, Dougie and Janene - and of course to all of my other adoptive angels too!

Thanksgiving Day Blessings For My Children So thankful for the blessings Of my five beautiful children My truly precious angels All were sent from heaven Yes, even my stepdaughter is An equal gift from God above She completely fills my heart And carries all this momma love Looking back at my childhood It was the best time growing up I never dreamed it could be better Until I received the gifts of mom luck At that point in time I devoted my entire life To raising my children No matter what the strife I worked so many jobs raising them Periodically three to four at a time Even the tiniest moments we shared Are forever memorable in my mind I treated each and every moment As if it was the best time found To show my children just how To bounce the joy all around Now even down to the youngest Of my grandchildren do know All the favorite things I cherish That makes my heart glow Happiness, dancing, singing Smiles, nature, balance, peace and rocks All filled with mountains of love And I really do mean lots The most glorious feeling in the world Is at this very moment - it’s so true As I think of how all of my children Pass the same to their loved ones too It certainly is a good thing I’m gifted with a big family To pass the joy all around To any others they may see It has been worth all the struggles And the bumpy roads I’ve been through To reach this glorious moment in time Where will the next 56 years take me to Love and joy are the seeds of inspiration Those gifts that God sends to me I kind of wonder if anyone Could ever be happier than me As I wait for them to all to arrive To celebrate this Thanksgiving Day I am counting all my blessings in thanks Because this really is the best day I really do wish happiness For everyone else too But for me, all I can say is Hallelujah and whooo-hooo! Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2011

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Her eyes were red and swollen with tears...
"Happy Thanksgiving, my Love!!" the mail read. 
The love message was sent three years ago,
when she had an argument with him;
she recalls how she cried when he told her he had gone
to The Second Wife for a brief business dinner,
then they'd go out for a movie.
Her eyes were too teary and blurry to read any mails or tweets.
It was only a matter of time, before she realized
The Second Wife was a restaurant,
not his ex-wife.
She couldn't handle the guilt of missing her husband's single mail,
because of a simple misunderstanding between a place and a person.
For three years he gave her undying attention, and classic, romantic,
but simple Thanksgiving treats.  

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

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I Am Jesus! I Am Judas!

I am Jesus! I am Judas!
Was newly engraved on the arm of my dear loved child.
'When?', asked I, 'Why so?', I trembled,
I hated the very idea of the body,
A gift of god to besmeared with tattoos. 
He held my hand and spoke gently with a smile,
'Mother, you taught me when I was ever so young,
The angel and the devil do reside within us all'.
Meditating on this eternal truth for years have I,
Till I fully bloomed for all to observe.
At the stroke of midnight I was carried by an angel,
Over land and sea, till he lay me down 
In the land of needles and lots of ink.
He whispered into my ear,
'Be the Jesus within and the Jesus without'.
Judas the dearest never to be forgotten!
Judas kills us and his life be the easiest,
Jesus elevates us, but his life be the hardest.
I have much to thank you, Mother!
To continue being so well grounded,
Is now my greatest endeavour.
I have unflinchingly engraved
On my right arm the strongest,
'I am Jesus! I am Judas!'

September13, 2015
Contest: Giving Thanks
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

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It's funny how we associate things.  They become one with each other.  Who can imagine an Easter without the bunny, or losing a tooth and not being paid a visit by the tooth fairy.  And Christmas would be unthinkable without Santa.  So that is why, I guess, that I still remember one particular Thanksgiving from my youth.

Back then, turkeys at the market were fresh, not frozen and encased in plastic as they are today.  They also represented an extra expense on an already tight food budget.  So my mother made arrangements with the market manager to set up a layaway of sorts, paying some each week, and they promised to hold one for her.

I remember when, on the afternoon before Thanksgiving day, she sent me over to the grocer to pick up the turkey.  I jumped on my bike and rode downtown to Converse Market.  Walking up to the door, I found it locked.  Shading my eyes, I pressed my nose against the window and saw that all the lights were off.  Turns out they had closed early that day to give their employees a little more time to spend with their families.

When I returned home and told my mother what had happened, the look on her face was one of devastation.  What would Thanksgiving be without a turkey?  I thought my dad would be mad, but instead he just said “we've got food in the house don't we”?  And we did.

So, although the letdown of a Thanksgiving without the traditional bird could have been a disaster,  on that particular day, we chose instead to give thanks for what we had, and, as a family, dived into our pork chops with all the fixings.


Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011

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It’s another red-letter day
a holiday in the U.S.
a national, religious holiday
known also as a ‘Turkey Day’
a very important day.

A chance to be reconnected,
a moment of being together,
a salutary occasion for gratitude,
full with family folderol.

There are historic reasons 
this American celebration
has its origin centuries ago;
as the Pilgrims did it and -
invited neighboring Indian tribes.

To hold it with a feast –
A celebration for God’s blessing.
giving thanks for a common purpose,
freedom, justice, and worship in God.
Through Sarah Josepha Hale 
this event has become a tradition
a realization that came to fulfillment
marked with significance, thus far.

With church services elsewhere
wth family reunions all over 
with customary turkey dinner
oh, a reminder of the historic past:
at the Pilgrims’  big celebration.

In many homes and families
Table fellowships spice up the day
with turkey, mashed potatoes, 
cranberry sauce, maize, pumpkin pie
and other vegetables and desserts.
a complete picture of this great tradition.

Copyright © mark escobar | Year Posted 2012

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It's the day after Thanksgiving, and all across town,
people getting up early, shopping malls bound.
Sleigh gassed up, and purses are too,
don't forget those credit cards, what ever you do.
Sneakers on the feet, gotta move real fast,
sales start early, the goodies won't last.
Santa will be waiting, perched high on his seat,
screaming children, and after this, he is sure to be beat.
When, from a store close by, someone began to shout,
they will sell you a gift, but there is nobody to wrap.
Some started fussing, where are the elves,
not too many toys left on the shelves.
Ho, Ho, Ho, came a familiar sound,
I will do the wrapping, somebody help me down.
I gained some weight during the year,
eating real late, and drinking the cheer.
So, let's get this season started, with laughter please,
just look at the presents, and all the beautiful trees.
Ho, Ho, Ho.....Merry Christmas

Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007

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More than 46 years ago in Evanston, C` Lee met a young lady                       in a gospel church.  Two years later, after saying “yes” to him,                     they got married at that same church near Chicago.

A few weeks later, B` Ann said “yes” again, and followed                             C` Lee to Wisconsin.  Fourteen months later, she said “yes” again,                   and gave him a daughter named Joy.

Fourteen months later, she said “yes” again,                                              and followed C` Lee with Joy to Mississippi.
She said “yes” again two years later and gave                                          him their first son named C` Lee Jr.

Again she said “yes four years later, and followed him                                with Joy and C` Lee Jr. to San Francisco.
Two and a half years later, she said “yes’ yet again,
and gave C` Lee their second son name Lonzo.

After five more years, she said “yes”, 
and followed C` Lee with Joy, C` Lee Jr,                                                  and Lonzo to Sacramento.

I must say that  C` Lee was grateful that B` Ann                                     continued to say “yes”.  However, let it also be known                               that C` Lee has had his share of  “yes dear”.
11012016 cj PS  ( Sorry.  I cannot fix this)

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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This is Thanksgiving Day, 
so I want to continue my interior conversation, 
made perhaps too exterior, 
by quoting from Sacred Economics, p. 123, (Charles Eisenstein)
about "flow of abundance," my nuance in brackets:

"Please understand here that I do not mean to deter you from opening to the flow 
of abundance. 
To the contrary--
because when enough people do this, 
the money 
[and health] 
system will change 
to conform to the new [cooperative] belief 
[in optimizing health as wealth]. 

Today's money system rests on a foundation 
of [both power and flow] Separation. 
It [Win-Lose gaming strategy] 
is as much an effect as it is a cause 
of our perception [and evolutionary enculturation] 
that we are discrete and separate subjects 
in a universe that is Other. 

Opening to abundance can only happen when we let go 
of this [ego- and anthro-centric] identity 
and open to the richness of our true, 
[eco]connected being. 
This new [co-arising] identity wants no part of usury." 
[but is drawn intuitively and rationally 
to (0)-interest co-operative, 
eco-nutritional consciousness.]

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Today I woke to your voice, on the answering machine
I pourd two cups of coffee, and read the morning paper
I wrote a little note, and placed it on the T.V. screen
Yelled out I love you, and that I would see you later

Your sister waved at me today, She still shows me that I'm Number one
So I just waved back to her, and went on with my day
On my desk sits your picture, where you were so happy and having fun
Down there at the lake, two years ago today

Talked to my momma today, told her that we're doing fine
She asked if we were coming home, on thanksgiving day
I told her you had to work, but I'd be there by nine
And that I probably could, spend a couple of days

Driving home I saw your sister again, I just waved and reved the engine
I think she really likes me, She's always waving I'm number one
Tonight I fixed you dinner, Made your favorite bite to eat
Then I done the dishes, so that you could rest your feet

I opened a letter in the mail today, as I read it the words made me cry
Then I realized that I was all alone, and that you finally went away
I just couldn't believe, that you would ever say doodbye
And that this all happened, two years ago today

Copyright © George Martin | Year Posted 2007

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It was the night before Thanksgiving, had 
trouble sleeping, counting sheep don’t work…

Kept thinking of the leftovers that we would have, 
knowing that they would be calling my name before long…

With no will power to speak, no matter what
I would do, I will be haring the turkey calling my 
name soon, and the sweet potatoes, homemade noodles, 
bread stuffing, green bean casserole and cranberries too…

Wouldn’t be able to fight temptation, no matter how hard I would try…

Would go running to the kitchen, opening the fridge door, 
getting a plate and start pilling on the turkey, stuffing,
bean casserole too, then pack on the cranberries to boot…

Keep telling myself, that it’s just once a year that 
I eat until I am plump and stuffed to the gills you hear…

The stuffing is tasty, the turkey is so tender, 
the sweet potatoes all gooey with marshmallows, 
oh, so yummy and of course the pie too…

The gravy was tasty and smooth with no lumps…

Pumpkin pie was piled wildly with whipped cream on top…

Oh, yes, saved a slice of pecan for later into the night…

Keep the Pepto Bismol and Alka-Seltzer close for
you will need one of both before the nights over!

By Sandra Lea Hoban

Copyright © Sandra Hoban | Year Posted 2012

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It was the evening before Thanksgiving,
so off to the biggest store in town I went, for a few items,
I needed to complete my Thanksgiving Feast.
Everyone was grabbing, and hurrying to get out.
I was totally out of my comfort zone, 
for I hardly ever come here,
except to buy a few things, you don't find anywhere else.
Then there he was, lost as a goose in a thunder storm,
his wife had played a severe trick on him.
A list he held in his hand for the items she needed.
I heard him talking to himself, so I stayed close behind him,
just for the entertainment.
Marshmallows, does she want the big ones or the small ones,
oh no, couldn't put that down, so I'll buy both.
Cherries, now where are they, probably way over on the other
side of the building.
Just then he turned around to look at me,
am I blocking you, if so I am sorry, but I don't know 
where anything is, and with this crowd in here, I can't
even think, much less find anything.
No, I said, you are fine, I am just as lost as you are,
that's when he told me, my wife played a cruel trick on me.
She wanted to come early, and get this over with, but I told
her, what is the rush, well, I will never say that again, ever,
and if I get out of here alive, you will never see me pushing a buggy
in here again without my wife.
I don't know how she does it.
I thought to myself, smart man.
We have to give his wife credit, smart woman.

Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007

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The turkey tradition has carried on,
you can probably find one, in every home.
Some are deep fried, until golden brown,
while others are baked, with stuffing in the pan.
The bigger the better, for feeding your folks,
a satisfying meal, is your biggest hope.
Frozen or fresh, the turkey shall stay,
your biggest attraction, on Thanksgiving Day.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.

Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007

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Come on in my family, and friends,
let us all work together, as the preparation
Grab that turkey, and warsh him real good,
better make sure we have plenty of wood.
Fire up the stove, and get it real hot,
sure hope paw got out all the buckshot.
Cut up them onions, and chop them real fine,
make sure you don't cut your fingers this time.
Grab you a chere, and sit down right here,
grandma is busy icing down all the beer.
Uncle Pete is piled up, watching the game,
he is hollering for snacks, the only reason he came.
Pick that dishrag up off the floor,
this is the last one, we don't have nary more.
Set the table with paper plates, and cups,
maybe this year, we just might have enuff.
Save all them cans, and put them in this box,
we sure wish grandpa could be here with us, but he
is still in detox.
After we eat, and our bellies are full,
the guys will jack the cars up, and get under the hood.
From our house to yours we wish you the best,
Happy Thanksgiving from us all, now it is time to rest.

Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007