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Thanksgiving is a great time to count our blessings
It’s a time when our hearts should soar…
as we sit back and think about…all the things we are thankful for…
A time to put aside, for a moment at least, our fears, anxieties, and stress
A time to look back on our life…to reevaluate…to reassess.
On this my 70th Thanksgiving…as the years continue to mount…
I find the list of the blessings in my life have gotten easier to count.
I’m healthy and I’m happy…and as thankful as can be…
to be surrounded by the affection of my friends and the love of my family…
And I’m thankful for the dreams I had…the old ones and the new…
for the failed dreams that led to other dreams…which eventually came true.
And I’m thankful how I’ve come to understand
In life….what is truly paramount...
when adding up my blessings...
Is knowing which blessings to count.
When you have an image of yourself inside your head
that image shouldn’t be an image that you have to protect
because if it needs protecting it’s an image to forget
probably protecting an aspect perfected
It’s inaccurate and untrue in this image just for you
which is not about you placing all those strengths of yours in view
as it’s equally important you’re aware of what you’re crap at too
live your whole life comparing yourself with last years you
The most relevant comparison is you comparing you
there’s no other way more accurate with an answer that’s more true
when you compare yourself with people you forget how you’ve improved
immaturity gets you moody when jealousy forms from what other people can do
And never ever rate other people on a weakness you can see
you shouldn’t be creating their weakness based on your belief
as what you seek is a desperate need to judge with negativity
make them look bad so you feel better but that is not a victory
You know you’re sad when you think you have control over your peers
people who become like that avoid facing common fears
terrified of finding out they’re not the image they hold dear
asserting presence helps them believe the false image they think they appear!
There’s nothing more impressive (than personality)
There’s nothing more attractive (than personality)
The truth is honest not pathetic (takes personality)
Ask a question don’t pretend to get it (development you’ll see)
Wrong believes it’s always right (tragic little people)
strength will reconsider sights (attractive little people)
wrong thinks changing isn’t bright (tragic little people)
Weakness is stubborn knowing best
because the personality protects the nest
your image of you adapts it never ever sets
you’re right when you’re wrong if it makes you reassess
A lifetime grows by adding years
With sunny smiles or stormy tears-
They're nourished both by joys and fears.
For children, they approach with cheers!
As each new birthday soon appears
Each quickly stacks right up and steers
In teenage years challenging peers
With childhood days put in arrears.
How soon the years pick up their speed
Not knowing where the rest will lead.
Direction calls for plans to heed
As year by year changes the need
To reassess our lifetime creed
And make the best of every deed.
Until the last year's glory, feed
With thankfulness for each, indeed.
May 4, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Y' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: No 2 - Years
Christ was given a cross to bear,
born to save the souls of sinners.
And willing to die for their sins,
He forgave those that took His life.
If you believe in the scriptures,
Christ was given a cross to bear.
Jesus knew His destiny was
to suffer for Man's sins and die.
Peaching as a Jewish Rabbi,
Jesus taught people how to pray.
Christ was given a cross to bear,
and yet, He was the Son of God.
Reassess your Christian values,
cling to those tethered to your faith.
And if you are shunned, remember,
Christ was given a cross to bear.
(Quatern)
11/17/2021
This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen - "A Cross To Bear"
Sleep deprivation body torn apart living with this constant pain is tearing me apart.
Crying out in anger crying out in sorrow topping up with painkillers
Hoping that I can sleep and be okay tomorrow.
I have physical scars that everyone can see scars of every kind
But the scars that hide away are the scars hiding in my mind.
I try to hide them all away in the reassess of my mind and hope that the night that comes will be a little kind.
But this just wishful thinking and I’m living in a dream the pain that is haunting me only lets out a silent scream.
So I will face the days ahead and suffer this with my pain
Looking for a miracle cure so I my sleep again.
As seasons come and seasons go,
the leaves will fall and skies will snow.
With gentle rains, leaves re-appear;
then summer sun…another year.
And as the seasons come and go,
the years march by, age starts to show.
And as we age, we seek the truth,
and in the Autumn, long for youth.
As seasons come and seasons go
we reassess the things we know,
and reminisce of moments past
and all our memories amassed.
And as the seasons turn once more
we find new paths, new dreams in store.
Though winter chills, the heart still sings
for every end foretells a spring.
And as each season blooms anew
we treasure moments we’ve accrued;
we hold our grandkids to our breast
and thank the Lord, for we’ve been blessed.
December 11, 2025
Poem of the Day - December 12, 2025
Preferably, today will be a day of the reassess.
We, as a whole, work to clear the street of progress.
To protect our quiet from disdain and slandering,
The ailment appears as a refusal to swing.
I'm trusting that there would be a propensity.
However long we stick to the appropriate strategy.
It is the thrill of faith and the feeling of adhering
Family is something that makes one's heart sing.
May today be loaded up with a lot of approval.
Sharing of realities and insight will be feasible.
We are delighted with the spawn of our avidity.
Seeing family stashes joy and warmth internally.
I pray that God bestows you peace today.
And not let our spurious deeds lead us astray
May we, as a civilization, be blessed beings.
Run and start soaring as if on Eagle's wings.
Written: November 26, 2021
This is all I am to you;
A girl child in need,
Sad and lonely seeking for comfort,
Bored and depressed waiting for company;
Poor and helpless searching for help,
Heart broken looking out for love,
Sick and weak trying to find a cure,
Soft and fragile and can be used at any time;
Quick to forgive and can be hurt as many times as possible
Kind and patient enough to tolerate all your nonsense;
Guilty over my innocence beseeching justice.
That is all I am to you,
But am I not more than that?
Is that all you see in me?
When you reassess me,
In and out,now and then,
Find more value in me,
That makes you say,
You love me.
Why did I get in the damn boat?
Now I’m in the middle of nowhere
Struggling to stay afloat.
Waves wash over me, and I gasp for air.
I see glimpses of the dark ominous sky
Bursting with lightning and thunder.
No matter how hard I struggle, or try
I keep getting pulled under.
Why did I get in the damn boat?
Wish I never took that path.
Poisonous water washes down my throat.
I splutter and choke, as I face the oceans wrath.
I feel myself getting weak.
Help me somebody, I desperately plead.
I see no hope, my outlook seems bleak.
You are a failure, life has decreed.
Why did I get in the damn boat?
Chances of being saved now, too remote.
If I could turn back time, undo this road I made.
This far I would not have strayed.
Waves hammer at me, I get thrown about.
Why am I struggling, I should bow out.
My life is a play thing now, I have no control.
I should let the ocean take me, into the abyss.
I relax and go under, a place so serene.
Let myself go willingly, into the great unseen.
My mind reminisces of those that I will miss.
And who will miss me in return.
I can’t do this to them, I have to persist.
The once dead eyes, for life, again they burn.
I swim out of the depths, and reassess my plight.
I look around, my boat being carried away
Directly opposite, I see a faint distant light.
I reject the boat finally, I head towards the glow
Rescue myself, this time maybe I just might
I swim, clash and rage against the flow…
Rumbles of boredom lead the mouth to eat
but then there are the unwashed,
the residue of the crumbling
and smeared. Greasy utensils
sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes.
A need now to refresh this domestic pond
with chemical bubbles
yet hands are too dilatory
to be daubed by yesterday’s food.
One has to judge with perfect timing
whether to wash the plates or
leave them to poison the sink
for another hour or two.
The essential factors are smell
and guilt.
When the sludge of the once edible
blossoms rudely in an untidy kitchen
or the shredded rinds of a latent rigor mortis
coat themselves with the pimpled oils
of former slicks
only then is it time to reassess
just how peckish we are for leftovers.