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Details | Free verse |
When I think back...
 I see your eyes on me across the room,
 The way your lips slowly curve into a happy smile,
 Your strong arms holding a child,
 And I think back...
 Do you remember being the "Big Man" on campus back then?
 Or the easy ways of the women you've held?
 The loving hearts that you've shuttered and broke?
 And I think back...
 Do you remember those secret games we once played?
 Or the silent pleas to the Lord that you've made? 
 The loving family you've had and destroyed?
 And I think back...
 And I think back to the way things are and smile,
 And I think back to the way you were and I know,
 And I think back to the man you've become and I love you,
 And I thank back...then I thank God.

Copyright © Alina Councilman | Year Posted 2014




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Turkey so dry that I can’t speak Brussel sprouts boiled for a week Roast potatoes burnt to a crisp Lumpy gravy I feel Sick Jan Allison 26th October Inspired by Andrea’s contest but not written for it!

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.

Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009




Details | Free verse |
Lord, we come together today to give Thanks
To you for all your many blessings.
We Thank you, for our family and for our friends,
For our jobs, and for our homes.
We Thank you for our health and for the health of our children.

Lord, we come together to ask you to forgive our sins,
Forgive our vanity, our greed, and 
We ask you to give us the strength to forgive our enemies 
And to give us compassion for the poor.

Most of all Lord, we are gathered together in praise
And fellowship and remembrance.
Bless our homes and our countries
Keep us safe and keep us humble.

Amen.

Copyright © James Andersen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets

:)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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I’ll get those stars and offer you with love. Your stellar writes are our joys You’re the greatest poet -best mentor of all. I’ll pin near your heart token of gratitude your comments, contests and poems -great inspirations
May 26, 2013 1pm Note: This is especially for my dearest poetry sis & my greatest poet. First Place Contest: Free Verse Judged: 5/31/2013 Sponsor: My greatest poet & sis Linda A Second Place Contest: a Poem In Honour of PD Sponsor: Abdulhafeez Oyewole

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013

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That I am alive today
Is His grace I should exalt.
That I conceives thoughts
And am able to interprete them
Into words for minds to receive
Is another reason I think
He deserves my praise.

This new episode of my life
Is like a dream.
A dream that
Perhaps I know 
Where its starts
But I don't know 
Where and when
It will end.

A nation of pieces may not contain
My words,
My feelings,
My emotion,
My desires...
For now.
I don't know of later.



Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Tender pats of a grateful mum
Saved from deaths door and sure scorching
The heat and ash were so close to overpowering
When a savior reached out and lifted us to safety....

How can I say thankyou, you are my hero?
I have not words but an overflowing heart
I give what I have....a tender touch
As I wipe the dust from your eyes


**Written about a picture of a mother dog that was rescued along with her pups from a burning 
building by a brave fireman. The mother dog licked his face tenderly to say thanks for your help!

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
            Dragon Holiday
      (Be careful what you eat)

Dad and I went hunting on giant’s mountain
They sleep for hours at a time so we climb kinda sneaky
Crawl real slow over their big arms and limbs
And noses that snore louder than the wind
Our hunger grew as we entered dragon valley
We had our sights set on a baby one
They are easy to catch and put in a bundle bag
We charm them with a cookie and a smile
I had dragon burgers on my mind
They say the tail is tender and delicious 
We love it with cranberries on the table with side dishes
A young blue dragon galloped up to us and spoke
He said his name was Teddy
I said, my name is Dave.  This is my dad
And what a coincidence!  I have a bear at home called Teddy
Would you like to join us for Thanksgiving Dinner?
Another coincidence popped up
They too have a holiday the same as us
And call it, The Celebration of Breathing Fire
His mom and dad said yes to dinner
But we couldn't put him in a bundle bag
As dragons don’t like to suffocate
We were so happy to find our talking friend called Teddy
That we could no longer think of serving him as food
Next to the turkey or even as a side dish
Because he was so polite and oh so civil
We simply had him as our guest for dinner
The moral to my story is
Eat your dinner but don’t eat your friends
The end

Created on 10/18/14 for- Fable to the Rescue – Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
The Turkey’s Revenge


The lights went out…..slowly
				…….at first
then
            …….they dropped like flies
				…………in a sudden frost.

Immobilized
		…..succumbing
				……to the inexorable end.

Slowing movements
			…..lowered respiration rates
							…Soft sighs of satiation

Building….in a muted rumble
				….rising to a roaring
							…..Snore….

Parades went by
		…….games were played
					….taunting texts unanswered

Pictures..
	……..will be posted
			……..of the Turkey’s Revenge
							..the bane of Tryptophan’s

Napping victims
		………..dreaming 

				……of uncut pies
						…………awaiting their fate.


John G. Lawless
11/28/2015

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
 






The dawn arrived

And

I am still here:

       Standing

           Breathing

               Watching

                    Listening

                        Touching

                             Scenting

                                   Tasting

                           Admiring

                     Wondering

                   Enjoying

             Exclaiming

        Celebrating

      Praying

And

Offering thanksgivings to our Lord

For

The unique privilege 

That

So many have lost:

TO BE ALIVE! 




 
 
© Demetrios Trifiatis
    12 November 2016

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
In the stillness of the early morn 
When nature shakes off the remnants of slumber 
Leaves stretching, flowers opening 
I sit quietly with my cup of tea in reflection.

Gazing at the first visages of dawn 
As the sun lazily climbs into the heavens 
Gradually dressing the day in a kaleidoscope of hues 
Huddling a bit deeper into the quilt I have wrapped about me.

Oh quiet morn what blessing will you bestow today? 
A gentle shower, a warm caress? 
Or will passion shatter us from our doldrums, 
Enveloping fury of an unleashed tempest.

Communion with nature, I tune into earths heartbeat 
Thundering through my blood, rejuvenating my soul 
I rise and salute you in prayer and thanksgiving 
Calmer from the spiritual union of birthing a new day.

Copyright © Lena Pate | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
 UNSUPPORTED CODE 
Haar se kyu dare hum..
Jab jeet ka pata na ho...
Sapno k tutne ki fikar kyu kare..
Jab pure hone ka pata na ho...

Fikar kyu kare kal ki..
Jab kal k hone ka pata na ho..
Kyu chinta hum kare..
Jab samay ka kuch pata na ho...

Kyun auron ki khushi se apni khushi ko tole..
Kyu na usk gamo ki parvah kare..
Hona wahi hai jo bhagya mei likha..
Toh itni hay tauba kyu kare..

Hai karm Kartavya mera..
Phal ki chinta kyun kare..
Jo hai likha milna mujhe...
Toh usk chinne ki parvah kyu kare..

Haar se kyun dare...
 UNSUPPORTED CODE

Copyright © Abhishek Chaturvedi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
It's hard doing something different.
It's difficult staying yourself.
In a world so accustomed to conformity,
It feels nearly impossible to be unique
As the one He created you to be.
How do we find the strength?
How do we find the courage?
How do we find the bravery?
Where do we defeat fear?
Well, He's hanging on The Cross
Giving life to you and me.
Thank You Jesus!
Let us not forget
With Christ,
Nothing is impossible,
For with God,
All things are possible!
Thank You Father!
Thank You!
We give our lives to You!
We are Yours!
Praise You forever
And forevermore!
In Jesus' Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
You've fallen down again;
How can you let darkness win?
You just scraped your knee,
You didn't break your leg.
It will all be okay;
I will give you strength.
Brush it off, my child;
Come and take my hand.
Let me help you up again;
You will be okay.
I have always been with you,
And I always will be.
I am by your side,
But this time,
Will you allow me to take the lead?

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
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

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
By my side:
The tallest mountain,
The calmest pond,
The purest stream;
My hope and strength,
Faith and love;
The Lord,
Our God,
Always by our side

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
This is a 5-7-5 poem.



What is life to me? 
Life is adventure and free 
Seize the moment run

Copyright © Colin James Platt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
   Always I have dreamed of loving a woman like you ,
So kind and understanding in all of the things you do.
   Everyday you are always the same so full of life,
Making me so proud the day you become my wife.
    Never do I worry when things do not go my way,
Only words of encouragement you would have to say.
    To hear  you laugh or to see  your beautiful smile ,
Stays with me in my thoghts for such a long while.
    I am forever thinking of the happiness you bring me,
Confirming our lives together  was always meant to be .
   Every night I Thank my Lord for how special you've been,
I find myself a very Blessed man for what he did.
   A person could ask for no more when it comes to love ,
Especially when there's no doubt it was made from above.
Tac

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I did not know then what gods there were
And was never concerned or thought about
But I do know for certain now
He can come to us to any form.

I had been attacked by the dragon “cancer”
Threatening to take away *my talent to speak.
I heard his voice, “Come unto me and rest”
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down thy
Head upon my lap, don’t be sad or downcast”.

I did not see him positively in any of his form
But I did feel him in a divine way never felt before.
He came to me as a doctor diagnosing earlier
Giving many years to live and roam the world over
To see and to play with my grand children 
As if that’s not all, shortly with great grand children.

That was the day He gave me the perfect health
And relief from suffering, turmoil and labor.

*•	Cancer of the Vocal Chords ( in 1994)

                                 +++

January 30, 2015
Second Place win
Contest: This is the day the Lord gave

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
The years have rolled by
Hours into days; days into months
Continuous rotation from soft sunrises
To brilliant sunsets on the western horizon
On and on year upon year
Until this tall, slender, white female
Has become an elder, a senior citizen
Or, an old woman; I prefer an elder lady—
With pace slowing from a cheetah to a kitty cat
But, with mental acuity sharp as a razor;
Though the thought processes have changed
From policy and procedure to poetry and prose –
“The purposes is to identify” becomes
‘Love likened to soft velvet”
I’m glad God stopped me from working and said,
“This is what I want you to do now.”
Oh, that my tongue was that of a skilled writer* 
Or, that my hand could express what my heart thinks,
How blessed to look at life retrospectively
And see life’s puzzle gradually coming in place
But, still have the sweet wonderment 
Of what is yet to be while inhaling the present;
An elder lady with lifetime developed refinement
Combined with a sense of contentment
It is better to be settled in later years
Than the flitting from hither to the yon
Of youth scrambling for meaningfulness 
Though that is not true for all youth or all elders;
Searching in crooks and crannies
Wiping away the cobwebs of life
Looking for what may have been or
Ridding the what was and won’t go away
Rainbows, sunrises, sunsets, gentle rains
Add visual flavor and meaning
As the tall and slender becomes bent
And hair turns to silver—
Children rise up to call their mother blessed;**
Sunrise to sunset day upon day
Continually rotating in God’s beauty
From dawn to dusk until eternity
                        -Evelyn Pearl C. Anderson -2015
* Psalm 45:1 
**Proverbs 31:28

Copyright © E. Pearl Anderson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
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by Patrick Cornwall on Friday, January 20, 2012 at 10:08am

He was the last of his kind and it was known.

Some dated him one hundred years and he had style.

Christmas was his time and the rest of the year he felt nothing.

But Thanksgiving came and some cared and tried to help.

They came in their vans with  Almighty Church of Thanksgiving and Christmas  painted on its sides.

But after the New Year he was alone again except for his friend the rat.

He slept in the subway, where it wasn't too bad.

His clothes were in tatters  and the rat brought him food.

His  blanket was newspapers which he  read and then slept underneath.

Sometimes the rat read to him while he snoozed.

The niners went casually around him and his newspapers but some listened to the rat reading.

The rat was nice and sometimes the Old Man would read to him too.

The rat loved the funnies and would roll over holding his stomach laughing.

The Old Man grabbed his Thunderbird and gave some to the rat.

The rat drank when in the mood and most times he was.

The rat wasn't supposed to drink because of his high blood pressure.

The old man loved the rat but he often disappeared and it made him sad.

He took a pull and wondered where the rat had gone and braced against the cold.

He saw the rat  sitting in the  booth where the tokens went and rat waved him through.

He was hungry and searching found a perfectly good hamburger in the pickup window.

People watched as he dug in the trash can and the train  lighting the tunnel.

He washed the burger down with the last of his Thurnderbird and decided to get on the train before it came.

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

United at the family hearth the united kindred do gather,
Heart and home filled with holiday warmth, these are the
Blessings of Thanksgiving.
Legacy’s treasured reunion, our loved ones sharing traditions
Sacred season, with their heads bowed low in prayers faith,
Then feasting in graces bounty of love.
Blown from heaven is the horn of plenty, by the angels of the lord
Almighty, blessing this table filled with honesty’s joyous festivities,
Humbled in this picturesque display of friendship and devotion
In cherishes memories of celebration, we do reflect in life’s
After glow bathing in its remnants of remembrances of
The past.
Slenderly, sliced is this piece of the American Apple pie,
Placed gingerly upon the international feasting tray,
For those to share both homewards and abroad.
In our society of diversity, we are united beneath many
Flags and cultures, yet this is the true meaning
Of this holiday of blessings promise to be
Thankful for our differences and uniqueness,
And to share in loves dream of togetherness.
Stirred in our great American melting pot,
Are color, creed and religious indifference?
To expose the warmth of humanities kindred ship,
And acceptance, blanketed beneath freedom’s
Calling of the stars and stripes liberty bell.
The solders of international valor, lay down their
Arms of war, united in the holiday of life’s brotherhood.
To share the blessings of traditions answer to one
Day know peace at last.
Thanksgiving miracle in truth, is hands crossing over
The shores of ignorance, pulling off the blinders of
Intolerance and bowing our heads in prayer at a broader
Scale’s table of sharing with our fellow man.
United at the family hearth the united kindred do gather,
Heart and home filled with holiday warmth these are
The true blessing of Thanksgiving.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
~Happy Thanksgiving Day Wishes To You~
(Hotan)


Today is Thanksgiving
A nice day to celebrate
Be around family and friends
Have good time
Enjoy a nice meal
Talk and laugh
Time to get closer
To thank God for everything
Recall His blessings


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011


November.23.2016


~Author's  Notes:

The "Hotan" is  a syllabic  Japanese poetry form or style. The Hotan gets its name from it's syllable  pattern, being a combination of a Haiku (hokku = ho) and a Tanka (tan).

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
The System Disk

That wide open plan, 
The desktop area so spacious, 
A vast canvas so beautiful;
Why do you sit there, 
Open to all for their curiosity? 
When you to me call.

Oh cupboard, that hard disk brimming with identity, 
Memory no problem, even lacking files;
Proficiently organised with raging delight, 
Amorous filing system which you employ. 

All disks are obvious, seen by me, 
Begging to be viewed, added to or changed, 
Offering usage stats and permissions, 
That are not just the programmer’s privilege,
But any user's decree. 

No LOGO, no dos, 
No text-based system to beat, 
No floppies to be distorted,
By the drives' magnetic wheels. 

Encrypted files are offered,
But that requires some introspection,
About whether or not your loved one,
Would really infraltrate your disk,
And read your documents. 

My computer is a reflection of me, 
My order or my mayhem;
No longer my prowess and endeavour, 
‘Cos my articulations are my graft,
Not the machine’s mechanisations. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Thanksgiving Day is so full of warmth.
Because! 
There are people who care.
And people who share.
They enjoy the feast..
When they share the beast.
A turkey for you.
And a turkey for me.
A Thanksgiving meal.
A Thanksgiving deal..
A place we can meet.
A holiday treat.
A day to remember.
In the month of November..

Thanksgiving Day is so full of warmth.
Because! 
There are people who care.
And people who share.
A potato for you.
And a potato for me..
Cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie.
People who laugh.
And people who cry..
A turkey for you.
And a turkey for me..
A Thanksgiving meal.
A Thanksgiving deal..
Because! 
Thanksgiving Day is so full of warmth..

USA-Holiday Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2005,2014..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
When it comes to prayer
I feel inadequate to the task
Unsure what to ask for
Selfishly requesting the things I want
even though I know You are not a genie
confined to a bottle

Please help me to see beyond the me
my child like needs
Freedom can't be found in the temporary
Help me to lift others on my words
to Your loving hands
Coat my tongue with Your praises
Let thankfulness rise from my page
Infuse me with Your compassion
for all that I have and am belongs to You

Let me be Your instrument
allow Your music to flow through my veins
Help me to hold nothing back
with my hands please hold the poor
Use my broken for Your cause
My selfish prevents me from seeing with Your eyes
I realise I need to let it go
For You are my King,
brother, sister, wife, friend and mother
Every ounce of special in my life
The cup of Love that overflows
Seeds of happy that you have sewn
Let them grow until every branch 
reaches towards Your generous and Holy Heart
Amen



For Regina's Prayer contest

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |


CORNBREAD TURKEY STUFFING A love affair to spiral powerhouse of textures and tastes... _______________________________________________________________________ 9:08 pm, November 17, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
KP: With embellishment aborted, 
sidewalk and street talk wail from paper. 
Tears vividly seen because cursive one's don't wipe away. 
An intrinsic institution allergic to plagiarized allegiance, 
we're born and bred to bleed blue from womb, and the wound. 
Traits of our soul incarcerated in a pen case 
presenting selfies that speak volume without an impediment. 
Lingual masseuses with mischief marinating, depending on
which taste of epic we prefer. 
We write to pulverize color barriers because underneath the shell
tethered laughter is majority. Lumen repair technicians 
dimming differences, a cultural mend from cultured men
adjoined through their pen.
Siamese artistes with an umbilical transporting manna from our 
third eye to feed the famine.
Brother of mine, break bread with your pen

RL: I too do not wish to embellish
So I place my ear upon the sidewalk of discovery
For I wish to hear the colour of your steps
Our souls are meant to breathe upon paper
The fibres of the papyrus bleed into our convoluted minds 
as we give of our panicked moments
Ours is a calmed darkness
A mimicking hope
Yesterday flows over tomorrowed possibilities
as we attempt to rewrite answers to those questions never asked
Differences float above our commonality
So we choose to dive below the surface
For beneath our papered skin resides the hearts of free men
Paper converted by pen becomes flesh
The bond of brotherhood
Tethered between minds
Transported beyond societies  perceived differences
For we choose to anoint  our spirits in blue ink!

Thanks Keith for joining me in this creative adventure.
It is a pleasure to write with such a talented writer.

Written by: Keith Papyrus & Richard Lamoureux
September 25, 2015

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I can act insane
But DO NOT 
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