Long Thanks Poems
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Simple treasures enshrine the heart
bestowing a glee pure with delight;
goodies wrapped in foil thrill the orphans
on a breezy night, sweet lyrics glow…
Merry the friendship when long talks bind
enchanting hours of sweet reveries,
as cheers are shared with honeyed tea
while neighbors join to say hello…
We flock ‘round Grandma’s homemade pies
Then offer tidings for everyone;
beneath a pine’s star glazed by joy
with gift of thanks for blessings’ grace…
Along the blue of bluest night
prayers spill for world unity
when gratitude finds the loving,
the yearning of tender spirits
a promise where kindness resides.
Random Acts Of Kindness Contest: Debbie Guzzi
Resubmitted 2/12/2017
Lifes backroads, have left my halo....A little dusty
And there's scars on my heart, I'll carry...To my grave
Every Sunday, I see her, two pews away
I refer to her, as my saving grace
And I give thanks, knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
Cause I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
She lifts up her words.... to Heaven
And In silence, I believe she asks
If the Lord, will watch over
And straighten all our paths
She sends her blessings on high
And I hope she truly believes
It's an honor, in knowing......
Knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, with just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
It's my honor to do life with her
I'm not sure why, but I believe that she concurs
Its a blessing to know
Know she prays for me........
A tribute to Malcolm
Malcolm Jamal Warner
Was his name
Heaven sure did gain
An angel on earth
Now he's up in the skywatching over us
To us, he was the big brother we always wanted, you know
He was Theo from the Cosby show
He was an all-around outstanding guy
We never questioned why
He was so genuine and would give
He is the true definition of May the life you live
Speak volumes
And it did
He was our television brother , doctor, and friend
It's tragic how his life had to come to an end.
But I will tell you something
In the midst of his death
He was living
Out his dreams
Enjoying his self
Living , loving , loving, and living
Malcolm, thanks for the gift that keeps on giving
He was more than an actor
Yes, you know it
He was a musician, and let's not leave out a poet
He speaks , he spoke , and has spoken ??
The real
He just wanted to give, give back, and he did
So selfless, not selfish ,
King, you did
You did good deeds
You planted hope in others to let them succeed
A rare person who stamped his legacy on this earth
You impacted us all
Yes, you did
Thanks
For helping us paint
Better tomorrow's
Even when we are going through sorrows
We all are on borrowed time
So Malcolm, you did fine , you did well
You completed your mission
You excelled
Thanks for being the calmness before a storm
Thanks for being the Gentle giant
That meant no one no harm
A great husband , a great dad , a great friend
A great person who wanted everyone to win
You got your wings, and so much more
The angels open the gates
Thanks for being one of the greats
You paved the way
Salute you did
This is my tribute to the one we all loved
Malcolm rest in power with all of our love
Written by Concetta Hardnett
07/25/2025
Waking up on winter mornings – the birth spasm reenacted
Time to head out in a world of pain and cold
Have to harness up the troika, don my bashlyk hood and jacket
And see my shadowy comrades all now stark and old
A scumbag in a salt truck, all snow chains and attitude
Comes plowing through the fast lane in a blitz
As the man in his Corolla, a little bald patch of gratitude,
Moves over giving thanks he still exists
Must be winter
Must be wintertime again
Must be winter
Must be wintertime again
The shivering commuters on the avenues of frost –
On this great and cramped peninsula, no fear
And when those storms rage in from the west,
they trumpet, “All for the best”
while shaking like suspects in front of a two-way mirror
My lover is at my bedside, kneeling in our warm cathedral
Maybe today we won’t have to go out of doors
But if I send her out in the snow,
should she come back hard and frozen,
May I long for her summery flesh forevermore
So I’m going home for Christmas,
to my little makeshift suite
by the pawnshop on the corner of 85th,
And I’m gonna be warm tonight with my hopeless appetite
And cozy thoughts of another season of bliss
Must be winter
Must be wintertime again
Must be winter
Must be wintertime again
2013, 2016
I've given up on the poetic quest
of writing for another Soup contest.
I confess that for many I've written
for with the challenge I was smitten.
Once at sixth, I'd climbed the ranks
but now I'll only say, "No, thanks."
There are several reasons why I quit,
but no longer can I condone any of it.
I started entering when a dare was made
by a Souper who said he could persuade
me to enter contests that determines
which of us would get the most wins.
That fun challenge ended months ago
and one of us earned the right to crow,
but it's safe to say we're still good friends
and that is where the competition ends.
I've many entries, that are not yet judged...
Win or lose, time spent was not begrudged.
About a dozen entries are still "in progress"
but I've decided to take a permanent recess.
One winter long long ago
It was our first year together
My husband
God bless his heart
Decided he’d go shopping
You guessed it
'Twas Christmas eve.
We’ll say up front
The man’s on crutches
And despises shopping
To the nth degree
But off he went
Into a small pharmacy
Loaded up his cart
Imagine my surprise
On Christmas morn
When I was handed a
Jumbo Christmas stocking
Everything individually wrapped
Aspirin, tums, soap
Throat lozenges
A battery-operated toothbrush
And so much more
But what I remember most vividly
Was my twelve year supply
Of pink Lady Schick razors
That hint of disappointment
Didn’t last too long
For now this wife
Is best buds with Santa Claus
No matter what else
May hide under the Christmas tree
Every year since
There have always been
Delightfully wrapped surprises
Greeted Christmas day
With the loudest and cheeriest
“ Thank you,
Thank you, Santa. ”
And that's how Christmas
Was saved over in our household
The moral of the story being
We should never count on others
To make us happy
When we are pleasantly surprised
That's just bonus
I love winter and
Everything about Christmas
Always have
Always will
It's never been
About presents
But more about
The holiday cheer
And the love that bonds us
To our loved ones
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 1, 2021 for contest A CHRISTMAS GIFT MEMORY sponsored by B.J. LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on December 6, 2017 for contest CHRISTMAS STORY sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 4TH
Live life with love and joy
do not let negativity flow
drop the doom and gloom
do not let it be a cycle in life
Plant positive thoughts
keep re-seeding and re-sowing
watering, nurturing and fertilizing
get rid of all self pity
Look for the good not the bad
find the flowers not the weeds
do not fertilize someone's field with negativity
and don't allow others to fertilize yours
While a mind entertains it
the mouth does not have to speak it
plant positive thoughts
it will reap a bounty
As God's servants we tend our fields
we will find plenty of weeds
we will pull them daily
some planted by us some by others
You can pull that weed
or let it become overgrown
do we open the gate to that field
or keep it closed
Look for the good in people
Pray for them, forgive them
Fill life with love and joy
Be thankful for daily blessings.
17/09/17
Thanks to Debra Squyers for the inspiration on this poem.
TURN THE PAGES OF YOUR HISTORY AND FIND THE PAGES OF YOUR SOUL
THE ONES THAT CONTAIN THE MYSTERY OF YOUR BREATH'S INTAKE (B)
BEND WITH THE WIND AND CURVE YOUR MIND AROUND THE THOUGHTS
THAT SPRING FORTH WITH LIFE AND TRUTH. SIFT AWAY ALL YOUR WORRIES
AND ENTER INTO THE SANCTUARY OF GRACE THAT HAS BEEN PLACED ONTO
YOUR PATH. CARESS THE WINGS THAT SUSTAIN YOU AND HELP YOU TO FLY.
THEY WERE DELIVERED TO YOU BY HIS HOLY GRACE . (B)
SILENZIUM, SIENZIUM , SILENZIUM , SILENZIUM, SILENCE,
TAKE ME THERE....
BOOKS AND BOOKS OF STORIES READY TO BE READ. YOUR STORY IS THE
ONE THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD WITH THE SILENCE OF YOUR BEATING HEART.
READ IT TO THE ANGELS AS THEY PERCH THIER WINGS UPON THE BALUSTRADE
OF HEAVEN. UNHINGE ALL FEARS, FOR HERE IN PARADISE THERE IS ONLY ONE
THING THAT NEEDS TO BE ATTENDED TO. TELL YOUR STORY OF LOVE (B)
THISP AGE OF HISTORY CONTAINS YOUR SIGNATURE. SUCCEED AND YOU
SUCCESS WILL BE SEWN WITHING THE STITCHES OF THIS TIME AND MOMENT. (B)
REMEMBER YOU LIVE IN THE CRADLE OF THE GREATEST UNIVERSE OF ALL TIME.
THIS IS A ROCKING MOMENT AND YOU ARE THE DESIGN CREATED BY YOUR
MOTHER /FATHER. GIVE THANKS FOR YOU ARE A STORY OF ETERNITY WELL TOLD.
BREATHE..... a lasting message ,
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Mahatma Ghandi "
I was in my chemistry class (lecture #2) and the professor was asking a series of questions. At first, hands were flying up, the answers were easy. But as questions got more complex, and the odds of being right fell off, confidence and raised-hands faltered.
I sit the front row because I film the lectures on my iPad, and there I was, doing my usual bit - taking detailed, color coded notes. If the lecturer mentioned something, I noted it, with my #5 mechanical pencil, but that something could become a heading or a bullet-point in a larger tableau. Those, I would color code with one of several gel pens - tracing carefully over the pencil. Later, in review, I might hi-lite these points with neon, phosphorescent highlighters. (I have a strict color coding system).
I tell you all that because it describes how focused I get on my note taking in classes. I don’t usually interact much due to my filming.
Suddenly, I noticed an unusual hush. I looked up and realized, to my trauma, that the professor had addressed me. He was looking fixedly at me, bent over with his hands on his knees (he’s on a platform).
“Pardon?” I said, meekly.
“Don’t just mouth the answer,” he repeated (apparently), exasperatedly, “say it out loud!”
I thought back to his last question and I offered, “Magnesium nitride,” but he tilted his head like he was waiting for more, “gave off ammonia as it mixed with the water?” I finish the answer like a question.
“Exactly!” he said, standing back up after giving his knees a little slap with his palms. “Thanks for JOINING us,” he says, and after checking his seating chart on his lectern, he added, “MS. Vionet.”
I took a shocked umbrage at this (scolding?), my whole body turning a defensive, atomic pink. What did I do - I thought - why was he being so sassy with me?
I doubt he REALLY wants answers just called out.
It might be a long year.
A day like this,over 2 decades,
My mom was in maternity shades,
Undergoing intense pains of labour,
She perservered it though sour,
A baby boy was atlast born,
Lamech,his name,Igweee a self-sworn,
Thanks a lot mama,the tiny lad is now grown.
Life has shaped me all along,
Though harsh I have learnt to belong,
Getting and lacking are all attributes,
The outcome shouldn’t breed disputes,
I have passed through real hell,
But thank God all will be well,
It’s a year added,Lord,lessen my plight.
The year hasn’t been good at all,
It started out bitter like gall,
I lost a fundamental pillar,
But God has been my healer,
Atleast I can afford a smile,
After a miserable thorny mile,
Thanks Chineke ooh,let your grace flow.
Its my birthday,yeah am growing,
I aint perfect,but still baking,
I may be that offending,
But soon I will be glowing,
Keep on moulding me,
When astray,correct me,
It’s a year added,a one full of maturity.
Thanks pals for being by me,
You’ve always done the best for me,
I promise to keep the bond stronger,
And the camaraderie lane longer,
It’s a year added on me,
But also a perfect continuous love from me,
Merci! Merci! merci!,am grown,yeah,wiser
PoetIgweee