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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 | Couplet |
I thought I would just say
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!

For all of You Souper people are 
In my estimation, the ones who care.

It is wonderful to have your comments, too
When I write something here for all of you.

The joy of reading your works and words
Goes well beyond the things I've heard.

And in the short time that I have around you
Friendships through words abound, too.

I say that you are the cheeriest bunch
With whom I have never sat down to lunch.

But I'll say a prayer of thanksgiving for all
And hope that the Lord hears my call.

For tomorrow when we remember the good things in life
I'll count all of you in, with a thought none too brief.

With you I feel like I am a true part,
So, I say "Thank You All, from the bottom of my heart".

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |
This tale of a child's dream,
Things are not all they seem-
An allegory in simple code
A parable dressed in modern mode
Of lion,witch and wardrobe.

YESTERDAY                                     TODAY                                 TOMORROW
When                                              Each                                     Be
I was                                              time is                                  here,and
just a child-                                     like the first-                         my todays-
living in my                                     seeing as a                            in the future
past                                                child                                     stays

When Autumn readies for harvest
not her full silos nor baskets imprest
not mellow vistas seen nor dressed trees, yellow-red
not Indian Summer's embrace nor late coloured flower beds
not Fall's living collage or wine newly pressed
not for walks in the woods or nature's largesse
but in thanksgiving ,daily blessed
for all the Lord's bountifulness

Listen to these three forms  read aloud 
at: http://youtu.be/tfRFSH2rK0c

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |
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

Details | Free verse |
My problem with this one is
I don't know which
dilemma to pick.

Is it the one that goes
if I choose Thanksgiving dinner with in-laws in Texas
will parents in Georgia and Arkansas feel real offended?

Or how 'bout the one
about callin' in sick when you're not but admittin' that
won't give you time off you want and probably need?

My hair looks like a triple cross among
Lady Gaga, Mitt Romney and Mick Jagger but I've only 
forty bucks 'til next Friday and the cats really need to be fed.

Cobwebs in the corners disturb but take
time to remove when I could be

Gonna stop now 'cause
dilemma is tough enough
but quadrilemma is blowing my mind!

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
I thank you Lord for life,

 health,and strength.

I pray for the haters,

Who think they have me bent.

I love you Lord with all of my,

Heart, my mind, and my soul.

I know that even if I strive,

To live right and allow you

To rule my life, then all of

My battles for me you'll fight

And win. I will then see

You and I'll walk the paved

Streets of gold in Heaven.

I pray that  each  day,

I help someone to come,

Your way. I love you Lord,

To express it there's not

Enough to say.

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
I don't know how to abandon 
This maniacal world 
Where electric words stalk my nights, 
Devouring my mind. 

Volcanic images appear 
As uninvited guests, 
Wrestling atrophied concepts 
Into structured rhythm. 

Metaphors tease unrelenting 
As sounds tickle my heart, 
Disowning my need for respite 
From red saturation. 

Yet I feast upon each moment 
Of inspired reverie, 
Count each hour of sanity 
An insulated gift. 

I fall into meek thanksgiving 
For voice of expression 
Even as I hear the approach 
Of mystified ideas. 

For what would I be without art 
Conveyed in written form 
But an aching, unfulfilled soul; 
Derelict and deprived?

Copyright © Pamela Davison | Year Posted 2005

Details | Verse |
Professing to be wise 
they coin themselves 
as atheist or agnostic 
Passing off as something else?
But in Greek/Latin 
is not knowing or ignoramus 
Others quick to admit 
to gain acceptence'll
say oh sure I believe 
n' pull down the loop n' string
of their ready made chart
But The One Who made 'em 
Who sees within
n' Sword cuts down 
to their very marrow 
knows they're the fool 
who doesn't believe 
Sees inside their heart
They're some cradling 
intelligent intent
to prove wrong yet repent 
when take time 
and carefully examine 
the evidence
such as the likes 
of C. S. Lewis
'Cause the proof 
is in the pudding
when your spirit 
stands transfixed 
in front of 
the Sapphire Throne
n' The Father n' Son 
Who are One
pose question 
but you n' your cohorts're
hellbound shouting in unison
He Said depart 
for He never knew us
Driven to dimness of anguish
where the worm never dies
n' the fire's never quenched
fumbling blindly 
in the thick darkness
n' their voices echoing 
in the gulf
fixed between
in an eerie painful 
throttled chorus shrill
All those who proudly touted 
their own ideas
along with those 
who denied the power
but retained 
a form of godliness 
Plus those who thought 
they inherited assurance 
by some kind of osmosis 
n' of course those 
vaping newagers 
who picked 
n' arranged their plate
at the spiritual smorgasbord 
all barbituously 
banded together 
in their heated argument 
the throngs 
of the damned forever
all of them 
of the-unbending will.
Nov'-24--2016 Duncan R. M. Ferguson 

"the fool has said in his heart-
there is no God..." Psalms 14:1, 53:1

"Surely the righteous give thanks 
unto Thy Name: the upright shall dwell
in His Presence." Psalm 140:13

Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |
In the lovely Campanian countryside, amid
verdant hills and mountains...where Virgil
stopped to rest,while jeourneying to visit Cybele's temple, 
lie a fertile valley where chestnut and walnut trees
abound...there is hidden the bustling town of my birth!
Narrow streets overlooked by bell towers,
and whenever the sturdy bronze bells ring 
in the fragrant air of early spring:
young and old from windows and balconies, 
in the twelfth hour, engage
in the sweet thanksgiving prayer...
while the tricolor flags sway in the warmest breeze!   

The town's friendly people will welcome you with song,
untill you feel wonderful and touched by all;  
this town has seen invasion, pestilences and a dire year... 
an almost fatal hurricane that prevented a fierce battle
from being fought during World War II;
was Divine Intervention a factor to be acknowledged?
It spared this town being bombarded by air,
and it saved my mother's life to tell this truth!

God blessed this unknown place,
and sent Mary with the infant  Jesus,
four days after He was born,
on a long jeourney through that valley
filled with peace and beauty:
to find a revered and holy mountain...
much closer to Heaven!
And She shed many tears
to give all the dull flowers
a brilliance of their own!

Deep in the hills there was a very special place I choose,
where I would rever the magnificence of the valley...
revealing a superb panorama with the Vesuvius in sight,
was there another creation as magnificent as that ?
And that owesome view perked up my inspiration inside,
teaching my  tiny fingers to write with a human heart!
O Baiano, don't strip this name from your walls and stones:
I am a forgotten native who will return before he'll die!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |
I'm so glad that Fall is here.
It's the greatest time of the year.
I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving because I love pumpkin pie.
If someone says that Fall sucks, he or she is telling a lie.
One by one, the leaves are falling from the trees.
Autumn has finally arrived and I sure am pleased.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
(Humorous silly holiday poem)

T'was the night of Thanksgiving,and I couldn't just fall asleep
I tried everything I knew,even trying to count  some dumb sheep,
But nothing happened and I was getting more angry and mad at myself,
The leftovers were still on my mind and my stomach went just bleat!

I jumped over my bed and I raced to the door with all my power and might,
And right in the kitchen I landed,where some food was still on sight,
My heart beat it so fast like a train gone bad,when I saw all the turkey leftover galore,
White and dark meat were waiting there just for me, to my profounded delight!

There was cranberry sauce,apple pie and the most wonderfully sweet, pumpkin pie!
My heart aglowed and my mouth watered all over in front of all this sight,
For there I saw some chocolate pudding just sitting upon  a tray,
So I gobbled and gobbled, till I thought I couldn't see another new day!

I felt myself swelling up all the sudden, right to the size of the house!
Then I heard this  terrible noise,and I've just burst and rip off my blouse!
As I went off straight to the ceiling like a Speeding Gonzalez balloon!
I felt again so sick and so big as I went flying right past the face of the moon

But I still managed to YEEELLL to everyone in the whole town,
Happy Thanksgiving to you all!and pass me all your chocolate PUDDING! Please!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka laydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2008