Thanksgiving Africa Poems

A Daunting Mountain Slavery Raised

An injured knee suffers in times of rain.
   Seasons of counting costs raises mountains of debt. 
Yet... faith can...

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Thanksgiving gobbledygook

The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus...

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Seasons of life
The hard work 
The pains 
The suffering
The hardship
The dreams 
The struggles 
The fights 
The grieves
The disappointment
The failures
The intimidation
The betrayals
The fears 
The anger
The needs...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and...

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REMEMBERING WHO WE ARE

Spiralled rainbows ! 
burnished tapestries of trials
Birth, love, death ripen 
Winds of Change for our country’s call
Battles in a corner buried, we...

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Power
Am not alone 
Cos my spirit is brave 
My mind is blessed 
My soul is high 
I wish they knew 
Despite the evils arrows towards...

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In South Africa, we imitate Thanksgiving, even "Black Friday!"
Is it business or American culture-wannabees
I hear awkward Howdys; "How U doing?" Narratives of "space ...customer care"
Just...

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Hallelujah
You liveth oh God 
You see oh God 
I know you are watching
Over the poor 
I give thanks to you 
Yes you alone oh God...

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Some people believe in taking it to their Lord in prayer 
I on the other hand believe in tipping it into the seas in tears...

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Dear parents 
I was once a voiceless and weak infant 
Though alive and healthy I couldn’t help myself with anything 
The sleepless night you had...

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Be thankful 

Be contented with yourself 
Be greatful to life 
Don't be greedy 
Either be jealous of no one 
Don't envy just 
be greatful to...

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This is Africa.
Where people are being judge by their past,
And our hearts are painted with black.
Youths are cuddled up in early relationship,
And their lives are...

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Young and naive , 
Submerged underneath the melancholy ;
Amid the chat and giggles .
We laugh and cry ;
Through the misconception and dispositions ,
For tides of...

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Suddenly she is all grown up
Time to declare I am over the hill
as I hurtle down, filled with
gratitude; a spring in my step

I am a...

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Be Thankful Each Day
Written: by Miracle Man
11-28-2019

Lord, I oft take for granted,
many little things.
Because some of these objects,
don’t produce pings.

They often tend to slip,
through my...

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