Happy Thanksgiving Poems

Glory be to God,
Moms are the laborers of God:
Praising God for Moms:-

Without their labor,
We would not be in this world:
All praises to Moms:-

Praise God for...

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            HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
(Apropos Of Mother, Aunts, And Our Sister)

God not only gave us...

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Happy Mother's Day!
Praising our navel givers:
Keloiders of life:-
Thank you for our belly scars,
Keeping you with us forever:-

Creators of God,
You were given sacred life,
And passed it...

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We’re moving onward,
Me 83; She 80;
Seeking year 40:-
Praise God for time together;
Nourishing one another:-

In our love’s oneness,
We have lived in its onement;
Bound wonderfully:-
Glory for togetherness,
Living...

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We’re moving onward,
Me 83; She 80;
Seeking year 40:-
Praise God for time together;
Nourishing one another:-

In our love’s oneness,
We have lived in its onement;
Bound wonderfully:-
Glory for togetherness,
Living...

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Womb's water broken,
mind releasing multiple
births of screaming poems:-
...

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Eldorado 

In Sokoto's land of ancient pride,
A miracle unfolded, your birth inside,
A mother's vision of a daughter dear,
Yet, fate's design wove a different thread, a...

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Being single
Is not happiness
Breaking up
Is more painful
Don't suffer early
Make friends to help
Life more exciting
Don't be choosy of things
What's fit for you
Pray for things
That makes you...

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Thank you Almighty Great God for giving US
This extraordinarily blessed and gleeful holiday
The turkeys are being fried, baked or roasted
The cranberry sauce is protected from...

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I'm neither talking about the turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the huge pheasant
That...

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* I'm a vegetarian, so this second limerick is not to be taken literally.

Whether or not you live in the States,
to my poet friends, wrought...

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From the moment we are born…when we first open our eyes to see
we begin writing a book…an album…our autobiography.

As we grow…as each minute, hour and...

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Mom, Happy Thanksgiving 
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed 
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing...

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Elmer Fudd went hunting for a big prized Turkey.
A Big Gobbler he heard, Gobble near an Oak Tree..
He aimed his rifle, fired a shot!
Missed, Fell...

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A place I can call my own, out of the bitter cold. 
A good man and sweet child in my happy fold.
A loving Father up...

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