Best Lifethanksgiving Poems
T Though, it officially comes just once a year,
H Halleluejah! We should be thankful year long.
A Allowing others to gather near,
N not just for one day and then be gone.
K Keeping love within our hearts,
S sending our prayers of thanks, daily to God above.
G Graciously sharing our bounty in part,
I inviting the homeless and little lost doves.
V Vast, should be our generosity,
I instead of ignoring, so deliberate.
N Nothing else helps your soul to feel, so completely.
G Giving a helping hand and hope, to those less fortunate.
D Don't be fooled into thinking, you can't make a difference.
A As you sit down with a few family and friends,
Y you could have been some ones deliverance
For Thanksgiving Day contest
inspired by Dane Ann Smith Johnsen
Honey-colored wonder, seeking a sight out of the green
Wondering upon the illusions of the ground with thrill
Tasting the heat of the soil from some hands that gently planted
To the clay of the earthen past and wishes that tomorrow be granted.
Way along the pathwalk…her leaves of neon spread out joy and laughter
Until the morning comes to touch her face with love
When thanksgiving in fall, re- connects time set apart
Commence oh heart and sing a ‘jack-o-lantern’ song of glee
As if love abides between time and distance…..and embraces you and me.
Journey exhausting, just a handful survive
Last night’s hellish storm by evil contrived
Mothers, children fully dressed on stand by
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Hellish storm rolled further out to sea
Captain up the starboard came to see
Surveyed horizon then gave loud cry
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Women, children ordered to board first
Ship mates, two to escort, dying of thirst
Battered row boats leaking seemed to nose dive
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Hit soft white sands at dawn despite fears
Silver hair Parson led the Thanksgiving prayer
Discovered fresh stream from boulders up high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Note: Entry for "Ring Out Wild Bells To The Wild Sky" Contest
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Not a pretty place to live, some do what they have to do
It can be a jungle and the natives are not friendly
On a deep freeze night, the warmest place is in jail
Most nights, drug addicts and wine litter the avenue
One that claims to be your friend, can become deadly
Not a road to glory, most are bound to fail
Crack head whores are now, " the ladies of the night"
Have not bathed since who knows when, no teeth in their head
Their soul is no longer for sale, that is long gone
Do anything for one more rock, then thing will be alright
In a dark alley, most are found dead
The coldest part of the night, is just before dawn
Daylight invades darkness, they roll up their concrete bed
Find a beer can half full, that is breakfast
Anything in a dumpster, is Thanksgiving dinner
During the day, monsters and demons play drums in their head
Night time comes, once more they will try to forget their past
On a loser's boulevard, there is not a winner
I know this to be a fact, for two years I lived on the street
Part was research but not by choice, as I wrote a book
Been poisoned twice, God did not let me die
Believe them when they tell you, "No telling who you will meet"
Been to the back side of Hell and back, but that is what it took
I never did drugs, saw all of this with a sober eye
From the book, "IN THE BEST INTEREST OF A CONSPIRACY" by Danny Nunn
Filled with Judges, Witches, Lawyers and Whores