Long Grateful Poems

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Thanksgiving's Blessings

I'm grateful for the blessings
In this period that's passing
Feeling lucky I have health
It's the innermost, crucial wealth

Have a job that I enjoy
Derive motivation from my employ
Have a home that's full of warmth
And at this time, my faith restores

I am so blessed to have love
And I thank the  heavens up above
I have friends that I can trust
And radiate hope which is a must!

God provides me with food and shelter
He's my most earnest helper
I feel safe and complete
And with verve each day I meet

This Thanksgiving I feel abundant
And my story is triumphant
Thanks oh God for all the riches
Your magic is bewitching

I  feel so completely fully blessed
And I am at peace and rest...
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Delight of Divine Haven

Blest throne of grace is my haven's delight...
there, God* meets me with divine blissful light
welcoming my heart against trials' plight
offering solace for triumphant flight.

Midst fellowship around haven of rest...
there, the Lord cheers me up with joyous zest
warming my spirit to vanquish woes' test
commending me for doing what is best.

Enclosed inside protected haven's brace...
there, I stay serene in safe prayer-place
while my faith soars above heavenly space
grateful to live well, conquering life's race.

Philippians 4:6-7 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

September 9, 2026
Honorable Mention, "Haven" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by	Constance La France; judged on 10/1/2026
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member HOW GREAT IS OUR GOD

How great is our God! Let it be clearly understood
All Mighty is the Ascendent of all things Good.

He is restoring our suffering Nation
Through the strength of one immovable man
Who will not be swayed from the vision of greatness
God gave him for our beloved and cherished land. 

From the beginning of Her inception we have held
The same heartfelt desire for Peace, Prosperity and Hope.
Our Vision of Freedom is released through sacrifice
Freely given from Patriots as Love flows from our souls.

To those destined to lead, the obstacles are made very clear,
Evil and madness embedded, entrenched never prevails.
Through weakness and fear, the Opposition tries to defeat us
With shocking and unnatural forces, and violent assails.

God sees every assault upon our Nation, Her people and land
By those falsely bleating their self-righteous and immoral stand.
They are dripping with venom and hatred for every good soul,
Yet our great God protects us against their raging vitriol.

He leads us upon the path of Righteousness as we follow His call
To defend our fractured Nation and keep Her safe for all.

How great is our God! He delivers us from evil,
Restores us with His Grace and renews our Hope and Trust.

We will not be conquered by the sins that abound 
And accepted as normal by the far leftist hounds.
God is the Infinite Power that is steering our Nation now,
And we are forever grateful He is turning us around.

His principles strong, President Trump holds fast
To the morals and actions that keep America first.
No longer called the disgraced, degraded and deranged;
Never again will She be derogated, relegated the last.

How great is our God! Who has shown forth His Light
And raised a battalion of worthy leaders ready to fight.
United and hopeful, we stand as one, unafraid
Holding steadfast to the promises of Peace we have made.

From this moment forward we are resolute and strong.
Let “How Great is our God!” be our rousing anthem.
We, the ReUnited States of America, have a new victory song.
Form: Rhyme

THE ENIGMA IN RED

[Verse 1]
She walks in flames, a fire in her eyes,
A riddle cloaked in mystery and skies.
Too hot to hold, too bright to see,
She’s the secret no one’s meant to keep.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every step, she leaves a spark,
Lighting up the shadows in my heart.
But I can’t reach, can’t touch the flame—
Just dance around her haunted name.

[Chorus]
She’s the enigma in red,
A story left unread.
Dancing on the edge
Of every word I never said.
Too wild, too free,
She burns right through me.
The enigma in red
Won’t get out of my head.

[Verse 2]
She left a note on a diner napkin—
Just half a line, the ink half gone.
I’ve read it fifty times since then,
Still don’t know what she was on.

I chased the glow and lost my way,
Drawn to her heat like a moth to day.
She never stopped—just passed me through,
And left me scorched, but nothing new.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every glance, a loaded dare,
Like maybe I was never there.
I tried to hold, I tried to stay—
But some flames just slip away.

[Chorus]
She’s the enigma in red,
A story left unread.
Dancing on the edge
Of every word I never said.
Too wild, too free,
She burns right through me.
The enigma in red
Won’t get out of my head.

[Bridge]
Maybe one day I’ll find the key—
Some reason why she looked at me.
But till then I’ll sit with the scar,
Admiring the burn from afar.

[Final Chorus]
She’s the enigma in red,
A name I half-forget.
Still dancing in my head,
With every word I never said.
Too wild, too free,
Still tearing through me.
The enigma in red—
The best and worst of me.

[Outro]
She’s the whisper in the quiet night,
A flicker fading out of sight.
An ember glowing, soft and low,
Where broken dreams and secrets go.

The heat that warms, the sting that stays,
A dance of light in twilight haze.
An enigma wrapped in scarlet thread—
A flame that burns inside my head.

And though I reach, she slips away,
A ghost of fire at break of day.
Forever caught between the red,
The words I’ll never say… unsaid.

Note: Grateful for an 10th place finish in the Your Choice N Contest.
© Lyric Man  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Peer Pressure

his daughter is smiling
this bedouin full of trust
but she is so beguiling
and bed her I must

"fair lady, enchantment I see
would you care to dance"
"kind sir, you honour me
I am grateful for a chance"

Can we love forever
and forget never

she moves with such grace
matching his swing and sway
and as they embrace
they merge into a ballet

she agrees to retire
to passions of the night
fulfilling his desire
before he drifts into twilight

Can we love forever
and forget never

Peer awakes to thoughts of bliss
he moves to caress
but no one there to kiss
looking around just emptiness

outside there is nothing
all possessions gone
even missing his gold ring
just clothes he has on

A love forever
is now never

so abandoned he learns
it is often the way
to take what one yearns
there may be a price to pay

(inspired by Peer Gynt ballet "Anitra's Dance")
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Tissue Box

like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts of generous offerings

don't get me wrong, I watched the suffering
expressed in words or acts of kindness
I watched it all, and felt the love
did not dismiss the warm compassion
returned it all, with pure compliance
a thankful heart, a swollen throat

I hugged these strangers at the door
to comfort them, who shed their tears
upon my shoulder, offered them
a place to share their sympathies
a place to spend their mercy, pure

                but, this was my child who loved and lost
                impossible........I can't express it

protected from the very start, by
loving hands, her dad's and mine, 
we watched her grow, and let her go
she grew from the vine ....into a rose
but life composed a tragedy, with goals
beyond our reach...beyond belief
beyond our wildest dreams
and left her with a loss beyond control

like visitors from outer space, we watch
as others come, and others go
they blow into their tissue wads
and empty the boxes one by one
and cry with us,  and then they all go home...

do we cry........?  Oh no, not yet...
instead we smile a grateful smile
and thank them kindly for the while
and for the ways they share their love
but we can't cry into our own clenched wad
of tissue from the tissue box
she needs us to be strong, somehow
and so that is the way it is, we vow...to hold back all the tears for now


                for, this was my child who loved and lost
                impossible........I can't express it
      __________________________________________





4/12/13

Premium Member Joy Is

A star shinning in my heart with the morning light
When I thank God’s protections all through the night

A sun brightening my life in every way
 Instilled by Holy Spirit guiding me day by day

A warm wind making me feel God’s omnipresence
Feeling the love and care of my family, clan and friends

A moonlight giving romance to sweet couple
 Being in-love with my mission sharing and serving people

A rich garden with all the beautiful and fragrant flowers
As I’ve strength for challenges with smiles and laughter

The most wonderful grace from the Divine Providence
Making me grateful for all His gifts and my accomplishments

A fruit of the Holy Spirit born in one’s heart-core
Making me a blessing, Oh God to Thee, I joyfully adore!   

July 31, 2022    10.06pm 



JOY
Contest Judged:  8/10/2022 11:50:00 PM
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh 
Place 10  (out of 10 single w)
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
joy
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The 27 Club

He started a club, but was completely unaware..
That many would follow, and join his despair.
Robert Johnson the first, was a pioneer of rock..
Poisoned by jealousy his life came to stop.

Another one joined and his name was Brian Jones..
He was a founding member of the band "The Rolling Stones".
He took drugs and alcohol and decided to swim..
But the grim reaper had made other plans for him.

Canned Heats Alan Wilson, was too blind to see..
That he would be next making him number three.
LSD and alcohol took Jimi Hendrix as well..
A heroin overdose had Janice Joplin under a spell.

A poet, philosopher and lyricist of the Doors..
Constantly pushing boundaries and upseting the laws
Cocaine, heroin and drinking made him late..
And this is how James Morrison met his awfull fate.

Another founding member, this time "Grateful Dead"..
Ron Mckernan loved to drink and his liver was overfed.
Pete Ham from Badfinger the lead man to sing..
Just days before his birthday his membership locked in.

Grunge man of Nirvana, the demise of Kurt Cobain..
Mental illness and drugs and conspiracies to explain.
And last but not least as Im sure there will be more..
Amy Winehouse decided to knock on heavens door.

In a matter of 27 years in the peak of their prime..
This club was formed by age, and left imprints in time!
Their lifestyles were fast and they never listened to advice..
And at the age of 27 they payed the ultimate price!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jolted By Twilight

I'm jolted by the twilight of my years.
So blessed to be mid-eighty standing still
to bask in memories of what has passed-
and grateful for my present, awesome life.

My thoughts of future years are now defined;
for certain, there's an ending to my road
where I will not be privy to the gifts
of taking part in good times that will come.

Four Great-Grand babies and one more to come;
their ages now, between newborn and five.
My thoughts of future joys with them decline
by that uncertain span, my future holds.

How many of their birthdays will I share?
How many holidays will I be there
with family to interact with them?
These questions show my limitations well.

I'm jolted by the twilight of my years.
But I must grasp my life as nearly full;
more empty if they never graced my world-
enjoying them until that gate is closed.

Part 1 Untitled Seeking Suggestions

Im a deep thinker 
not much of a drinker
I don't break the rules
I ain't no fool
I'm dedicated
I'm highly educated
I dont wear a disguise
I keep my eyes on the prize 

I'm a bit crazy
not a bit lazy
I learn from mistakes
I give more than I take
I expect nothing in return
I let the fire burn

I don't pass judgement 
I rely on discussion
I don't make assumptions
I always make adjustments

I do not steal
I know how it feels
I'm tired of being the grease
to your constantly squeaking wheel

I do not destroy 
I rebuild and create
I don't debate
I'd rather negotiate

I forgive
I never forget
no room for regret
when you don't place bets

I'm a singer and a writer
a lover not a fighter
I'm grateful
never hateful 
always starving 
yet serving a plateful

I care deeply for others 
Im a proud mother
I'm speaking clearly
yet you hear a stutter

I repay my debts
I show others respect
I give all that I have
and this is what i get?

I don't seek revenge
I always bend!
I never attack
when stabbed in the back
I do not spite
I do what is right
no reason to harm ya
for I have faith in karma.
Form: Rhyme

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