Greetings, fellow poets, on this day of Thanksgiving, whether or not you celebrate the American holiday. I want you to know I appreciate the time you take to read and comment on my poetry. For you I give thanks and acknowledge you as my friends.
There are just a few who act like a troll, belittling some of us who try to control our anger. It's a task we shouldn't need and to your antics we'll not concede. So, listen up if you're a turkey... keep your cowardly necks out of our reach or you'll end up on a Thanksgiving table, where we'll feast on you. Never again will you be able to harass any of us. Your giblets will be in the gravy and your wishbone pulled apart. That's a promise made from the hearts of many of us who will stand and deliver the final blow.
so, let's talk turkey
show respect for each other
don't act like a jerk
today, let's give thanks
keep the soup a peaceful place (in spite of the threat)
thank you very much
In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.
There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg.
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.
Wo Deserves a POTD
Your own answer, shows your own ego.
The biggest hearted poets don't question!
They just plain congratulate.
The smallest hearts hold back on congratulating.
Especially, if that Poet is not part of the big school of fish.
Or, the poet may be fairly new.
Let's talk turkey.
We all want the big prize, the POTD.
We blame PS if the poem is not to our standards.
I heard it said, " It is not an honor!"
Life is just a game, friends.
Sometimes we win and yes, sometimes we lose.
To that poet, it is an honor.
Be willing, be big of sterling soul.
Your heart shows when you congratulate!
February 23, 2020
8pm PST
Talk turkey; talk turkey
It's Thanksgiving day.
Fill up your mouths
the Thanksgiving way.
Gobble down; gobble down
meat and red berries.
Some adding gravy
for flavour that varies.
White mashed potatoes
hollowed in boats.
Filled with yellow butter
that warms 'till it floats.
Turnip and parsnip
mixed in together.
Tangy mild flavour
that lasts forever.
Green tiny peas
piled on the side;
covered in butter
in tears they have cried.
All for the price of a prayer
to say thanks
and gathering our friends
in a place that is nice.
Happy Thanksgiving!