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As a dad, who am I kidding?
I never expected that I would
Ever be a dad. As in I did not
Think I would ever experience
Another human being calling
Me, their dad.
I mean it’s not like I do not like
Being a dad it is just me being
A dad is something that was
unexpected for me.
I mean after all I can be considered
A loner, an outcast one who does not
Quite fit the norm of what a REAL man
Is supposed to me by the standards of
Corrupt society.
Yes little old me.
But it happened you are here and I am
There for you every year of your life.
Whether in person or in spirit I am
ALWAYS there, where, here with you.
As a dad your life existence has become my
Responsibility. So I respond to my ability
to be a presence of stability in my paternity
Energy.
I give thanks to the most high after all your
the apple of me and your mom’s eye.
A living angel in the real when your sad my
Child you come to me bold and courageous
never afraid to tell me how you feel.
We have fun together build memories in all my
years of life I never imagine that I would have my
own family.
As a dad I want to give you the best. Strengthen your
Angel wings so you can fly when your old enough to leave the
Nest.
Prep you for every life lesson because life is constantly testing
My one and only having you is truly a blessing.
As a dad you am me have a special bond that many
Others do not have growing up, so when others see
And acknowledge this they will be envious of you
Because you have something they do not have but
Only wish they had.
As a dad loving you and your mother is my number 1
Priority. You are a apart of me so everything you do I
Know I can not be fully mad at you because you are
A reflection of me.
It is the season of Giving Thanks
so I am perusing my life
for things to be thankful for
and I have so many
I give thanks for my family
and the unique personalities
that are within and most
of all the loving hearts
I give thanks for my spouse
who has travelled this road of
life with me for more than
30 love filled years
I give thanks for good friends
who make each day special
and make me laugh
even when laughter is hard
I give thanks for my creativity
and the joy that it brings to
my life each day as I express
myself with words or music
Most of all, I give thanks for
my faith, the rock on which my life
is built and the many ways that
God blesses me on a daily basis
* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards,
* and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
* as then ,
* they fall upon us .
* Even the sun wains back at the feel and shadow of their March.
* Our brothers the oaks stand true ,
* as these giants now put breath upon them.
* And so it is ,
* the sacred grove now sent to slumber,
* until the giants and their hounds, call for retreat.
* The longest night approaches and no advance can be made in our labours,
* For the ground is now of stone and freezing fire ice .
* We shield their attack with fur cloaks , glowing hearths and summers blessed mead .
* Our friends, family and forgiven foes gather and give thanks to the old year and for its bounty.
* Calls for the sun to return and warmth for the soil ,
* echo amongst all present .
* In the coming born year may our land , wives , and beasts be fruitful.
* Now darkness is abound,
* but for this bastion of kindred folk , the hounds of winter now tearing at the door , scream their howling and send their cold and shrills, about this protected steading .
* Grandfather places his knowing hand upon a beam "The carved runes in this lintel shall keep the frost wolves from our door, since ages past, and so mote it be" .
* All nod and agree at this given truth.
* But
* Not but for the silver light of our lady would we know anywhere else existed this darkening , he exclaims ! .
* A drum starts to beat softly as the crones of this gathered tribe begin to chant .
* Our oldest tribe member steps forward, for on this night they will carry the youngest in their arms .
* Together it will be their honour to sing for the log of Yule to then be consumed by this ,
* our holy fire .
* As the longest night starts its ending and the folk kneel beside the sacred glow messages are shouted to those who have passed through the great veil .
* They hear our shouts of love and joy , they hear us call their names as we tell them , "all is well ".
* We send our gratitude ,thanks and blessings may they be,
* as we have been, on this longest of all nights
High school love life... memorable with sheer delight
prevailing still against oblivion's attack!
Such is a romantic reminiscence lingering in my heart
since I experienced being love-stricken as a teen-ager...
Oh, those red paper roses
enclosing fresh white ones
scented sweetly with baby cologne
made me feel I was the very apple of his eye...
Then love notes wholeheartedly penned
(though copied) held me spell-bound
midst his "My ever dearest" greeting
and "Very sincerely yours" closing...
Yes, high school love life
proved that "I was not abnormal"
who was only in love with academics
because I believed that he and I were mutually in a relationship...
...Now, I can only bask with thrilling moments
letting exuberance gripped me
when talking about my high school "crush"
while thanking God* for His love allowing me to keep what I cherish.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
February 11, 2026
1st place, "A Time For Us" Poetry Writing
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 3/3/2026
Here we are still waiting for the final cure betwixt new hope
and even though our days have not been samely sane, we cope
I think perhaps we've learned to take it all in stride, as we live
we give life a second chance , bravely moving up the slope ...
Places we love are beginning to re open so let us be grateful
lets not make a mess of things like we did the day before
never let your fears get the best of you, laugh a little
bring some joy to your neighbor, smile and be friendly
Better days are up ahead give thanks and be grateful
together we will heal and move on to better things
Lots has changed but one thing I know for certain is this
we will always need each other to be brave, so take courage
Here we are awaiting the vaccine even if we don't know when,
we're standing stronger than before, inside this human den
Names, gestures, and words so oft are empty
In actions, we find a true meaning worthy to knife
To grow is to walk a serene valley you fill of plenty
Of hollow praise and false flattery, be weary
We shed the skins of our former, unripe life
Names, gestures, and words so oft are empty
Our wills are rivers, carving through stony indifference
Acts of love and words of kindness cut through strife
To grow is walking a serene valley you fill of plenty
Seeking truth in every course, holding every moment near
Learning to read the signs that speak beyond lies, run rife
Names, gestures, and words so oft are empty
Now, in this quest for meaning, stripped of all pretense,
So give thanks; awakened to join the dance found underlife
To grow is to walk a serene valley you fill of plenty
Become the silence of your actions, pure and steady,
Find yourselves, your souls, burning fate's own woodknife
Names, gestures, and words so oft are empty,
To grow is to walk a serene valley you fill of plenty
Time Was Not
Just for a Precious Moment
The Hands of Time Stood Still
As You Held Me in Your Arms
And Gave My Heart a Thrill
Time Comes and Goes
And it Never Really Stops
But in My Heart There Is a Time
I Know That Time Was Not
When We Came Together
The Hands of Time Stood Still
The Memory of the Love We Share
Lives in My Heart and Always Will
That is the magic of you and me
Our hearts and souls entwined
Where you leave off I begin
A True love rare and hard to find
So as I lay me down to sleep
Next to you my perfect love
I give thanks for all we have
So many blessings from above
And never shall I ever forget
Time never really stops
But in my heart there is a time
I know that time was not.
Connie Moore
11/16/13
I want you to know I am not forgotten and those that knew me, make me known in their hearts and minds.
I believed in a cause to protect my fellow brothers and sisters, to risk my life
and to gladly serve. To protect this great nation for future generations. To crawl, to be shot at, to be wounded, to die. To leave behind my children, my wife, my family and friends. All for the cause, for my Nation, for what I believe is the right thing to do and have done.
I see you bringing flowers, and laying them down, in appreciation for my actions. Sometimes I lose a tear in watching you give thanks to me. I get to know all of you who come and visit us Here.
We might not be known,
but we are never Forgotten
You see for I reside in a
Special Place, that place is
The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier
Michael Tor
Wakandan African Chieftain King
Married to X-Man Storm
A scientists, prince King hero Avenger
Civil rights activists here and in Africa
Some in New York's Hells Kitchen calls him The Black Daredevil
His greatest foe name is Klaw a hand held sonic killer
In his land, in the caves and mines
Is found the metal mineral called vibranium
This true African American hero
Also a friend of the Fantastic 4
Birth name T'Challa
In USA he's known as Luke Charles
But before sings our national anthem
All hail, give thanks to this African hero
The Black Panther
10/29/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Each morning when I wake up I give thanks for all the big things in my life
My friends, my family, my children, my grandchildren and my wife
I give thanks I have enough clothes to keep me warm and food to keep me fed
that I have a house…a car…and at night…a comfortable place to lay my head.
When I take a walk I give thanks for all the big things that I see…
The sun, the moon, the ocean…every cloud and every tree.
And I never forget to thank the Earth for all that she is giving
from all the beauty she surrounds me with to the air that keeps me living.
When I’m finished thanking big things I start to thank the small things that catch my eye
A loving smile, a kind hearted wave…a bird…a butterfly.
A ladybug landing on my finger, the crickets making their nightly sound
A leaf that gently floats upon the wind as it flutters to the ground.
I spend my days and nights like this thanking things both big and small
And when my day is over I realize…I haven’t thanked them all.
But that does not discourage me…that I didn’t thank everything on my list
Because I know tomorrow I’ll have another chance to thank those things I missed.