Best Thank Youme Poems
Though we’ve never met
I comprehend your beautiful words
I feel your pleasant persona
Never a mean word to be said
I ache from your kindness
Making others feel ten feet tall
Picking me up when I may fall
Talent beyond compare
Are you brunette or fair?
But that wouldn’t matter to me
If I never had the chance to see you face to face
Your wonderful personality I could never forget
You’ve help build a community of friends
Steady and true
I wish you peaceful skies of cobalt blue
Fields of flowers brushed in rainbow colors
I pray for love from God above
For you and your family beloved
Know that you touched lives that may not have been touched
You changed someone
And brought me a new reason to write
You’re an inspiration and a friend
And you’ve touched my heart polite
Gratitude pours forth
Written for and about Sharon Weimer !
I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.
She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.
But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.
Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.
Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."
She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.
I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.
I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.
Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.
Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.
Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!
1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest
You gave me your love
When my father passed away
Comfort when needed
And though you have left me now
You were there when needed most
*Written for Brian's Five-Line Down contest
I was searching my mind for a theme to choose
for my very first poem of the year
turns out it was an easy choice
to thank some friends who I hold so dear.
I've never met any one of these folks
but I consider them friends none-the-less
I established their friendship on Poetry Soup
and I consider them all the best.
For their kind and generous comments
to express how I feel is real tough
the right words really escape me
I just can't thank them enough.
There's Sweetheart, Bob and Larry
Wilma, DR Ram and Barbara G.
Debra, Andrea and Sara
who have all been so gracious to me.
p.d., John F. and Hitendra
Carolyn, Carol and Francine
C.L., Audrey and Doris
all friends who I've never seen.
If it weren't for all these nice people
I would have given up a long time ago
Their encouragement made me keep trying
and helped me much more than they know.
When retired you tend to get dormant
just sit sleeping or watching T.V.
till I got involved with Poetry Soup
that's what was happening to me.
I don't want my brain to retire
it needs to be active for sure
My writing and the challenging contests
help my brain to endure.
So I thank all you wonderful Soupers
believe me you are the best
you kept me from becoming a bump-on-a-log
of that I will attest.
There are others who I haven't mentioned by name
I hope no one feels slighted
cause everyone I've ever dealt with
I've always been highly delighted.
A Healthy and Happy New Year to you all!
PREMIUM MEMBER
A little thanks to the anonymous character
The one who decided to pay my premium price
Being on my way outta here
makes me say HhMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!
why? did you do such a thing
this one has my mind in rotation
knowing I had no desire or sensation
to have a star right by my name
all I can say is THANKS, THANKS, AND THANKS!
for the one who does not want me to know their name
it does not come clearly to me
whit all the wonderful Soup mails of thanks that i get
to many members run through my head
who would do such a nice jester for P.D.
adding more fun to my game, and name.
I have no passion, i have no lust
To do the things you members trust
I will give thanks once again
To you anonymous among my friends
Paying for my Premium Member price
Makes me think you want my games to really begin
Bringing a different meaning to your contest
With lots of joy and fun, to Hhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
imagine A contest with slam,..L.O.L.
Thank you my anonymous friend,
But, this still MAY not change my plans
a letter from: P.D.
of thanks to: ANONYMOUS
Yesterday I caught the drift of a word
Almost at the end of Dr. Ram?s words
That I had it all, three in one, with music and no regrets
Stirred my mind and made me think
What regret really means
I suppose Regret is the truant of history
Often sneaking out of the schoolroom of the past to torment present time
...seeking a meek heart to mess with
But time has taught me to be wise
Hence I now know how to turn Regret into a good child
The secret is in offering him the candy of time
The present is just what it means
A present to be justly cherished
If I share it?s gift with the regrets of the past
Sure, Regret will turn into a good child
And Regret?s deeds will fill my heart with pride
The power is in time
Each a new opportunity eager to be of service
As soon as yesterday bids bye, today arises to take its place in haste
And it brings in its wake
...the promise of forgiveness, reconciliation and reconstruction
In each day I find a newer canvas to repaint my dreams
And since yesterday I tried another style and failed
Today I?m that bit wiser
So I will try again with better skill...
To redraw the masterpiece of a life I dream in colours so beautifully vivid
So yes Dr. Ram,
Thanks-a-ram for reminding me how lucky I am
I owe it all to time
For teaching me how to turn Regret into a better child
Filled with lessons which I study
Tomorrow in my life there?ll be less like his kind
Hey Doc! Thanx-an-awesome-lot 4 the kind words u post of my poems!
This is especially 4 u!
...for Juvie
The light that guides me on my way
while breezes blow and flowers sway;
the touch that calms my weary head
when I am hanging by a thread;
the voice that soothes me into sleep,
and urges Him my soul to keep;
for all the blessings you bestow
pray God, may it for e'er be so.
Dear Mrs Chan,
Thank you for all the things
You’ve clearly explained and shown
And even more for all that
You left me to find out on my own.
Thank you, when I pestered for an answer,
For standing your ground and holding firm –
I know you want me to explore
Because that’s the only way I’ll really learn.
Thank you for exposing me
To the subtleties of the English language
Certain connotations, small differences in meaning,
Always looking for the precise word, the precise usage.
Thank you for encouraging me
To abandon the cowardly-conventional view
To look for something
I believe in, something new.
Thank you for all the sour, unapproving frowns
You shot, threw, thrusted and sent my way
They worked wonders
To keep my illogical misconceptions at bay.
Thank you for your aptly-set standards –
A challenging but never impossibly-high wall.
You make me love a good challenge
You make me want to give my all.
Thank you for lighting up the bulbs
In my stupid little mind
When I didn’t get it, you connected the neurons manually
And occasionally unwind.
Thank you for all that you’ve done
You make History lessons so much fun.
Thank you, Mrs Chan! You’re the BEST!
You all say I'm the devil,
But he says I'm a saint,
You all say that he loves me,
For something that i ain't
You all say I'm a nuisance,
Even lower than a weed,
But he says that I'm everything,
That he will ever need
He says that I am beautiful,
Even better than Cinderella,
But you say "Get your eyes checked mate,"
"Feel sorry for you fella"
He says that I am kind,
Even to the paparazzi,
But you all say that I am mean,
Three times worser than the Nazi
He promised me his everything,
His life, his heart, his all,
But what have you guys done for me?
You've tripped and made me fall
But I think that i should thank you,
Because in the end,
You've taught me how to be myself
And not to just pretend
Thank you, Lord, for this new day,
Help me to serve you in everyway,
Help me to be kind, and help me to be good,
Please teach me how to live by your Holy Word.
Amen.
I’ve traveled the world looking for what
Searching from end to end
When there all along right where I am
I see you’ve always been there my friend
Through the good times and the bad
The sick, the ills and all the fun
I’m finding my search could have ended
Right where it had begun
You pick me up you set me down
You tell me the truth no one else dares
I try to reciprocate I try to be honest
But above all you are the one who cares
Forrest Gump said he and Jenny were peas in a pod
Well I’m the pod and you’re my pea
Thanks for staying true and wavering not
Thanks for always finding time for me
1 From tuning précised white harmonic doves,
You made a fair light, the sun was torn halves,
And weaved the dimmed lawn- an elegant quilt,
For only those mine could feel the well-built!
2 Hence I, with my will, put bars in the wind,
That is in the bourn of ‘prison’ herein,
But daybreak along broke with stranger fires,
Left frozen be this heaven where it gyres,
3 Seemed nothing less now, my fury was lit,
By those flames that ate my paradise’s seat,
Your presence and will have shined through that fire,
Vile as to sing with the underground choir!
4 Yet in my dark thoughts, spread light of what’s true,
That rooted in you for Wisdom’s with you,
Ruins of Great showed it was but a door,
Whose sill was a threshold leading to more,
5 Beyond grand onset, the path I know tread,
I know you did craft by each thread by thread,
That somehow cuts through the proud earth above,
And if I shall, this must lead me to Love,
6 Thus lifeless, lifeless, indeed you are one,
For this ultimate, you bade it begone!
And let it unite together with mine,
Whom mentored me so to age like a wine.
7 What more can replace the love that you gave?
For this one shall never have its own grave,
Until I can reach the terminal east,
Then I’ll be those beasts in hatred who feasts!
8 Yours do have outstood all among others,
Revealed in springtime, in its young flowers,
In summer: the ocean; pastures of fall,
And playful flames through the winter spell’s call,
9 Passion and concern, more likely divine,
The best that did lay, they all in you twine,
Hence I’m grateful but to one entity,
Of life only spent in eternity…
-oOo-
I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU
Christmas time for one and all
a chance to let all go to shout and smile for a while
Christmas a time to see such beauty all around us
a Christmas for me and you is so ever new
a light in a tunnel seems to stand out so bright to night
stars above seem to pop like glitter falling over us tonight
the sun setting so beautiful over the horizon soft reds and yellows
pure effects of love and passion form me to you my ceizar souza
so i just wanted to tell you
i miss you
i need you
i want you
i love you
i thank the lord above for showing my true love
i thank the angels for finding my ceizar souza
i thank the world for seeing such beauty all around me
SO THANK YOU
A HEART FEET
POEMS TO MY DEAR CEIZAR SOUZA
Dear Sharon, I see no end
To the rant of an educated mind
Once the pen is moving. I've seen A students
Butcher my writing. I remember the Fall
Of 2009, the poetry workshop at Stony Brook University,
The hipsters and emotional braggers
Eying my work and telling me what it was about
While the smirk on my face concealed
The howls of piteous laughter.
I walked the solemn paths
Of that heavily decorated school
Where trees had been uprooted
And replaced by foster bushes,
Convinced that my English professors
Do not know how to read, but only how
To dissect.
However, I also remember the A on my report.
It was the proudest one I'd ever had,
And I thought of the first day of class
When we were asked to choose a poet
To fall in love with.
I thought of the summer of 2006
When I walked into a little book store in Hampton Bays,
Pointing my freckle tipped nose at the poetry section,
Looking for something new
To look up to or somebody else
To look into.
I picked through the leaves of Blood, Tin and Straw
By the shelf, at the register and on the way to my car.
I read it to friends and perfect strangers
As a devout fan and penniless salesperson.
I did not take notes or scribble on the pages.
I did not create bull- in the hopes to expound
Some undiscovered truth
Between the style and context.
I did not uncover the root of your sorrows and joy,
For you had already done the task
So perfectly.
Mrs. Olds, you and I find solace
In a dying art. I see you as a friend
As I've seen you as
A lover, a mother, and a mentor
Through the gift of a vivid imagination
Where I've been given the chance
To love and applaud your work
In the comfort of my room,
Under the flickering light
Where the renditions of your heart
Lure me to sleep
As a silent lullaby.
It is an artist like you who keeps me writing.
It is knowing the chances,
That if my words can reach a soul
Like yours have reached mine,
Then there is still purpose in contemporary poetry
In my home, my heart, and my spirit
Outside of the classroom.
When I drowned into the sea of pain.
With all the efforts gone in vain....
Money too, gone down the drain....
My back though, remained adamantly lame....
To you doctor, for treatment I came....
And life was never the same again....
Into thin air...my trouble vanished...
I recovered? …Am astonished!!
What a change in me you brought....
Backache!!- I totally forgot!
I walk, sit and stand easily....
And finally! I now sleep peacefully!
Dr Kamath!! Oh! How do I describe you ?
One who brought me huge relief...With a capsules few?
One who cured me from severe pain ?
Or one who saved me from turning insane?
My feelings, Have no words to express....
My emotions though, are hard to suppress....
With total gratitude to you today…
A very special “Thank You”!! I want to say.
© Rima.Anil.Naik