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Some Thoughts For November

Another month of days has passed us by
We now prepare for cold November rains
For veterans our hearts will sadly sigh
With daylight savings time some sun we'll gain

The turkey will become our welcome guest
Our families and friends will visit soon
We'll realize how much we're truly blessed
And start to tire of constant Christmas tunes

But yet for some depression will set in
Because of poverty and loneliness
November is the time to call on them
To share the gift of hope and happiness

Thanksgiving Day we'll go to God in prayer
Remember those with nothing in despair.

       by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Thanksgiving from Three Perspectives

A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

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

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

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

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

A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer 

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

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

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

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

A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer 

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Thanksgiving Day

Around the grown up table bowed in prayer
Familiar faces etched upon my mind
Back then, I never thought the love we shared
Would be so rare, to be one of a kind

How blessed we were in fam'ly fellowship
When kids would play outside 'til called to eat
We held our backyard football championship
While moms and aunts swapped recipes for sweets

And then we'd form a circle holding hands
Each one would say what they were thankful for
As faces disappear I understand
The love we shared will last forevermore

Thanksgiving Day we'll gather once again
I'll say I'm thankful for my time with them

             November 8 2016

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

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

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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For They Had Deep Faith And True Loving Hearts

For They Had Deep Faith And True Loving Hearts

Snow was seven feet deep, it was still falling
Life was brutal and crying for frozen feet
Grandfather heard echoes miles away calling
He starving alone, nothing at all to eat

Settler's cabin ahead was his saving grace
For he knew in faith, they had good Christian souls
With faith filled love for those of his redskin race
True mercy, helping others their cherished goals

With no memory of how he had made it
His failing legs got him to that cabin door
Through snowdrifts, not knowing how he had made it
A miracle, he had prayed for nothing more

Suddenly, safe inside, cheerfully greeted
With warm food and their sincere prayers repeated

Robert J. Lindley, 3-17-2017

Syllables Per Line: 	11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables: 	154
Total # Words: 	111

Note: True story, as we were told by our Indian grandfather and our mother.

A brief narrative written in short, sonnet form, telling of how my Indian grandfather, Julius Parks,  was once saved from freezing to death in a brutally cold and massive winter storm, by a Christian family living deep in the woods..
He would finish the story by telling us, kids those people are in HEAVEN RIGHT NOW.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Droplets of Heaven


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


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

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

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

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

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Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2013

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

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

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

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


Copyright © elijah prophet | Year Posted 2010

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012

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A Bipolar Realization

If I skip sleep or refuse to take my
med's against my doctor's warning, I hear
radio voices at night in my ear;
the voices unhinge me as no one's nearby 
when I'm bipolar as I fail to comply
with doctors' orders. It's common, I fear--
I am committed two or three times a year.
It puts my whole life on total standby!
Life with my disorder is difficult;
but it also makes life a real challenge,
a test to surmount--a thing to exult
in when I face it and no longer cringe
from my disease as some evil result
of fate that grimly has me on the fringe.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

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New Year's Day Interlude

Each year I spend a portion of this day
relaxing, still, in quiet solitude.
Reflecting on the past twelve months, I pray
for strength and wisdom for the  brand-new year.
Included in my silent interlude
are pleas to face life's changes without fear.

Expressing thanks for blessings I've received
comes naturally at this special time.
Life is so good, and I've always believed
my blessings are far more than I have earned.
With family and friends, life is sublime.
I'm stronger, thanks to last year's lessons learned.

Each year I spend a portion of this day
expressing thanks for blessings I've received.

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015

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Count thy Blessings

Count thy Blessings

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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Soonn Un

Emirabitur- Shall Admire

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

Friday February 28, 2014

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2014

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Winter Coming On

Morning is pale now, late to the starting
Softly in brisk air a year is departing,
Trees burn with colors, leaves fall and flutter
Hiding the lawn fringe by roadside and gutter.
Sharp scornful squawkers, cranes vee over farms,
Cornstork-gashed fields, with tall silos and barns,
Far edged with the flourish of deep red and gold
Which will carpet the banks as days become cold.
Smoke from the bonfires by garden sheds swirling
Drifts up through the clear air where clouds are curling.
Driven by north winds hastening along
The season has turned; winter coming on.
Crisp apples await for a Thanksgiving pie,
Dig out the sweater, a book and the “chai”.

Copyright © Neil McLeod | Year Posted 2015

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

Leon Enriquez
17 April 2015

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015

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The living on earth is disaster

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

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2013

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Today is a Special Anniversary

The call came at my sister’s apartment
The woman said, “We have a kidney for you”
Waiting so long, I knew what it meant,
Years of dialysis, finally through.

I hung up the phone, tears began to fall
Both tears of joy, and sad tears for her death.
Now my premature end, she would forestall,
Giving the gift of life with her last breath. 

Today’s a special anniversary!
A date of the miracle of rebirth.
To be worthy of the gift given me,
And grateful for the days as they unearth.

 ‘Twas on the thirteenth day of December
Twenty-three years, faithfully remembered! 

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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How In This Racing World Life Balances Out

How In This Racing World Life Balances Out

How in this racing world life balances out
Lose love, seek thee sincere, find another.
World sends hell on thee, watch it turn about
Feel alone, hug thy sister or brother!

If rains beats hard upon thy weathered brow
wait, another day bright sun will reward.
Fence storm damaged, lost is thy lone milk cow
read solace words from thy favorite bard!

When home is too crowded and far too loud
yard is overgrown and thy best axe broke.
Wait future days, when those kids make you proud

So friend, in the end it all balances out
Hold tight loved family, sing with a shout!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017

Ten Syllables.

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114

Note- Got the urge to compose one more sonnet today.
Sitting here with a yard full of snow, drinking hot chocolate and thanking my blessings......
I pray such blessed and soothing times for thee one and all....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Love in slow motion

Strolling along the seaside hand in hand stars gleaming,
I pray thee, my love, finds solace in heavenly beauty and love,
As divine-inspired wisdom beams in our minds teeming,
Tender is His hand upon the anointed future He wrote:
The Author and Finisher of time from Him love out pours,
Encapsulated in His grace we follow as He leads us in His Will,
Love in slow motion grows in our hearts and gently soars,
Kneel pray giving gratitude, Him blesses unconditionally:
The ultimate Tithe sacrificed with no remorse or fear,
Thus we encounter salvation, unrelenting love in its purest form,
A display of love in slow motion so rare and held dear,
All glory and honour rendered back to His Holy Presence:
I pray thee, my love, our love be rooted forever in His love,
As we watch our future so blessed take flight like a dove.

Copyright © sharon chirau | Year Posted 2017

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Since Childhood have I severally been told
That the Blessed Mind Knows Gratitude
Till lately, this has been more of a Mystery

That His Promises are there,
That He is good with ever enduring Mercies
That for me, He works all things for good.

The Grace that gave me all I deserved not,
And His Mercies that exempt me from Karma
That it all comes from Him

That by me, all has gone exacly as planned; No,
But; He has daily led me to the expected end
Beyond what Eyes have seen or Ears heard
The Light I’ve seen I’ll share
I’ll sing of His Faithfulness.
@DECEMBER 2016/ ©M.H.O.G Unveilings

Copyright © Aina Oluwafisayomi | Year Posted 2016

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I gotta pee

You know your culture is in decline, when the new Broadway show,  "I gotta pee" is a smash-hit, or your friends encourage you to write the poem.

And just now, outside Mcdonalds ( Wifi - havin a smoke ), I named my ass-bag; 

"Second Wind". 

Smelleth thou thy fruity decay?

Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2017

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Handle It

Handle It!

and thus the dirty hands crept ever close
searching for neither penny nor for pound
kept down by those of class who never rose
above the station birth to them had bound.

cold eyes that deign to gaze upon such need
immune to all the vagaries of life
hard hearts that clutch despair within their greed
pretentiously saluting drum and fife

soft hands of kneaded dough and watered soup
thin sliced bread spread liberally with love
scrapes pots bottom in hope of one more scoop
gentle lights, empty plates, no parting hugs

proud hands that hold the secrets of our wars
patrol the night lest we might see our flaws


submitted to – Sonnet - Poetry contest

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

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A Simple Praise of Worship


I sing out loud with joy though I am weak
For it is not enough that I could speak
A voice within a valley none would seek 
Nor words reecho from a mountain peak
I’m just a sheep that gives a fainting bleat
And yet he hears me from beneath his feet
With such a sound that seem to him so sweet
A simple praise of worship that is meet
My song may not be pleasing to the rest
With what I have for him, I do my best
To make a joyful noise, and filled with zest
Within my grateful heart, so deeply blessed
Unbated breath may strain yet not withhold
Both heart and soul sings of his love untold 

Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017

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Happy Thanksgiving

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

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009