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How did I find such a man as this?
How can we share such happiness?
Of course I said yes, I put on the ring
Excited, elated, of what the world will bring
But more than the wedding- the frills and the lace
It's to be forever within his tender embrace
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We married on this date, though then
It was Thanksgiving Day.
The meal, of course, was turkey
With all trimmings on display.
The family flocked together
To observe us say “I do,”
Though with the traffic, it’s amazing
Everyone got through.
So what’s the date to celebrate?
It is a bit confusing.
The holiday itself seems like
The day we should be choosing.
‘Cause each year on Thanksgiving,
I remember when we wed
And I wish we’d chosen any other
Day for that instead.
Yet tonight we’ll go to dinner
And reflect on our mistake,
Forcing folks to sacrifice the pies
To eat our wedding cake.
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Auntie Gen is wearing the same dress
she wore last year, and to
the Bennets wedding in September
It is beginning to shine with wear
Cousin Frieda brought her latest boyfriend
He has buck teeth, which is jarring
when he laughs at Phil's lousy jokes
Never seems to notice he's the only one
laughing
Twelve kiddies sit at their own table
much to the relief of grandma Katie
Her little pug farts and everyone
pretends not to smell the noxious fumes
Dad falls asleep during the game on
some sports channel that costs more than
my kids dental bills
Everyone lays around, almost comatose
Someone makes the first move to leave
met with false protestations not to go
But soon they all drift away, satiated
for another year
Diets will start tomorrow
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It's that time again to celebrate
amazing to think 28 years it's been
since we both committed to each one
so much happiness we have seen
Abundant memories to look back on
giving God thanks for his merciful grace
making us seeking to help each other
so our blessings put smiles on our face
A deep love for each one reigns supreme
seeking to think of the others good
God enabled us to love so selfless
to each other, for 28 years we've stood
So we look forward to our future
looking back thankful for all our time
but pointing forward in God's will
hand in hand secure to eternally climb
(27th April was my lovely wife Christine and my 28th wedding anniversary, so this is written for her in thankfulness to her and to God for the faithfulness and grace of God we've enjoyed.)
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Thank God for waking up, for opening our eyes
Another day is at hand
filled with opportunity
perhaps a wedding band
Thank God for releasing our arms from sleep
Thank God for separating the land from the water
For giving us two legs, for letting us upright walk
…not to mention creatures who think and talk
Thank God for girding us with strength
for giving us perception
in three dimensions
height, width, and length
Thank God every minute of every day
for the countless miracles He brings our way
for our elbows, shoulders, our feet down there
for our eyes, ears, nose, mouth and hair
Thank Him profusely the day before we die
Do it devotedly ~ we’ll begin to understand ‘WHY’
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Thank you, Father for this special day
Thank you for anointing and sending this young man our way
Thank you for teaching him how to pray
His loyalty and commitment shows he is here to stay.
Thank you for making him wise and headstrong
His determination and perseverance showed us all he belongs
Thank you for giving him a heart fill with forgiveness and patience
That proves he can conqueror any given situation
Thank you for making him a groom full with fear for you
For in his fear we are aware that out of respect just for you
He will love, protect and adore her too.
For in this union, I will be the first to confess
That their are both so truly bless
As today their embark on there very first test
I am confident that in Christ
Their both will do there utmost best
Because these two has JESUS written across their chest.
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I’m thankful for the sky at night
that fills me up with such delight
like sundaes on a Sunday night.
The moon and stars come out to play
and need no tongues or words to say
the fun they have to be this way.
The sun sleeps in a twinkling tent,
but when it wakes, the moon is sent
to sleep until the day is spent.
Each day the sun awakes to prance
like men at their own wedding dance
will strut and sway to prove romance.
It takes the stage; all eyes are turned
toward its effervescent burn
and feel the warmth its dance will earn.
It has not changed as years go by;
comforting rhythms in the sky
their radiant lessons to apply.
Words aren't enough to sing the song;
all I can do is chant along,
and seek forgiveness when I’m wrong.
Then I can join with meditation
the sun and moon in contemplation
in giving thanks for this creation.
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MY PICTURE FRAME
In my picture frame, I count nine
Standing neatly in a row
Two are hers and two are mine
And that accounts for four
Two others are a lady and me
Two pastors make it eight
And that is all that there should be
I count nine – but wait
The ninth one is Christ Jesus
A reflection from His picture on the wall
It's as if He's there to bless us
As we answer to His call
We are there to join two families
So they all shall be as one
And live together in close harmony
After all is said and done
That was eighteen years ago
We're so glad Christ Jesus came
To join us all together
And be in my picture frame
Curtis Moorman
24 November 2011
This is a picture of my wedding day 18 years ago when two families were joined
together in the sight of our Heavenly Father to become one family with Him as
the focal point. That union is still intact today with five (soon to be six) additions.
Writing this poem on Thanksgiving day gives me great pleasure as I give Thanks
and Praise to the One who made it possible.
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Thanksgiving Day
Thanksgiving Day, Federal Day last year
Fourth Thursday in November.
My sweet heart, Darling, My Dear
We first met, do you remember?
That was a great grandeur party,
So pretty, so nice you looked.
I was enchanted with your beauty,
Eyes mesmerized, passion shook.
The Party proceeded in a garden.
Restless breeze ceased to flow.
You appeared all on a sudden.
Your charm stole the show.
This year November twenty-fourth
Our desirable Thanksgiving Day.
Our engagement to announce henceforth.
For God’s blessing, we will pray.
Just wait for a year, sweet heart, my darling
Next Thanksgiving Day we are sure to choose,
as the auspicious day of wedding,
giving thanks for singularity to lose.
11/18/16
Thanksgiving Day Poem Contest by Nayda Ivette Negron
Third Place
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A Man Stood part III Story/poem
A man stood by his window, thinking of what went wrong.
He was old and alone. He has two daughters, but they
don't get along with him. the one close to him, hasn't talked
to him in over two years. He tries to concentrate now on his
new found daughter - But she has a life of her own.
In nine years since we found him - she has seen him five times.
She talked to him on and off on the phone, but not much. I saw
him four times. He had changed a lot. He said that he wished that
I would live there close to him. I lived over 1000 miles away and to
my husband - I was faithful.
In 2006 he ask to meet my husband. He wanted to know what, kind
of man I had married. I told him, I had married a good man. We had to
go up there for my granddaughter's wedding, so we went to see him.
My husband also wanted to meet him too. To my surprise, they liked
each other. To me that was strange, but then - life is strange. My husband
and I came back home. Both of them kepted on talking on the phone. I
talked to him too on and off.
In November of 2009 Thanksgiving Day, my husband passed away. That was
a very hard year for me, since I had heart surgery, earlier in the year. My
daughter and I went up North to see the family in 2010. We stopped by to visit
with him. He told me then how much he had loved me and how he had made a
mistake many years ago. But the past can not be changed.
I never saw him again. We all have a date with destiny. He passed away three
days after Thanksgiving in 2012. Sometimes he would sit by his window too.
This man was the love of my life, but our love could never be. now I will end this
chapter of my life. A man won't stand, or sit by his window anymore. The end...
01/2013
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Comments:
All that is written here is true and part
of my Life. When you reach a certain age,
you have to have a past and a story to tell.
The first two chapters I had already written,
but I needed to write one more. This was
very hard for me to do. I hope you have
enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.
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Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only if the parents are progressive) If they like each other, and if the families match, some kind of a consensus will be reached. Before any long or meaningful communication takes place, the marriage will be fixed. It was almost a leap into the unknown....! Now things are different.
As time ticks, petals fall and wheels roll.
Wheezy winds of days wistfully wing waving away.
Can’t believe 43 years have peacefully passed.
Today is our anniversary of conjugal and connubial bliss
Moistening eyes with a melange of misty memories,
They cascade down the currents through every crease and crevice.
Lifting the veil off my dim, dusky mind,
The past comes alive with fervid fragrance.
We saw each other on a cheerful Christmas Eve.
Amid gazing eyes, we stood flustered and fazed.
As Time, like a dopey dawdling toddler,
Crawled and crept away on hands and legs,
How we simply stood and stared at each other,
Unable to commune or convey our thoughts in lucid language.
Later in the most auspicious and propitious moment,
Solemnly holding hands, we set out to sail in the sea of life.
Memories so green and grey linger, my dear,
As though it all happened just days ago.
With fervid interest and fervent enthusiasm,
We pledged to plod through the path of life at length.
Graciousness and grace then walked hand in hand.
Warm blood flowed through every capillary and vein.
Days flew, time sped and months into years fled.
Amid lilts of laughter and trickling tears,
How the steep stairs of life we climbed!
Through long and labyrinthine paths we plodded,
Pausing uncertain and undecided on turns and twists
But holding fast and never loosening our grip.
We have watched the decay and death of spring
We have bore the heat and humidity of summer,
Seen leaves drop in maturing and mellowing autumn
Now the brisk and bleak shroud of winter is about to veil
Without rebellion or revolt, let us face and favor life
With thankfulness, ticking, throbbing and tingling
Till Death disconnect and disjoint us, Oh! My Love,
Let us hold our hands and hearts together
And gaily and gleefully wait till final sunset slowly sets in!
August.6.2022
~ Placed First~
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Kendrick
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