TRANSPORTED BY CART
DID TAKE ALONG HIS SWEETHEART
LEFT OTHERS APART
I thanked Autumn because I am delusional, I guess
She did not show me any gratitude, she is kind of a mess
The turkey in me was annoyed at my polite tradition of thanking
She did not appreciate it, in fact, made fun of me with pranking
I wished I could take my thank you back but my gobble gook
Did not make Autumn turn around, she is kind of a leftover spook
A wish bone warning in my football-playing head
said to eat my pride and take the thank you back instead
Casserole of leaves lying on the forest floor gave a little laugh
Drumstick dances of the squirrels were prancy at least by half
the oak tree had a carved heart that showed me what to do
Abundance threw herself into the ring, we were a parade of two
Inside, the insidious vine, hee haw but nay said the gainsayer so soothsayer mop the floors of tearful laments the festoon of frights is Halloween spent and dear precious stones are fitted for first the most precious must endear but one truth and wallop the cavern of delightful awe so sortilege discourages the pointed shaws.
Do you want to borrow my turkey baker?
I have my own I said to the pushy Quaker
You do? That’s news, are you sure? asked my guest
She kept on pushing until I finally agreed to a test.
Let’s exchange turkey basters, I said at last.
I am talking about a turkey baker, she said fast.
She sent him over and he baked our entire meal.
Not popping him in the oven was a part of the deal.
the turkey was exquisitely browned to perfection
we saw her take it out of an oven marked convection
what is your secret? we asked the baker of the year
I can’t pinpoint it, she said, this grandmother dear
another old lady was irritated with grandma’s win.
She urged me over so the gossiping could begin.
It’s not even cooked, it is raw inside, she reported.
She painted it with acrylics, she deserves to be deported.
we never get a card
we fight over who gets to open it
my husband and I stare at each other
who are they? I ask him
He does not know either
It is a Happy Thanksgiving card
from the Turkey Family
I am not lying
That’s how they signed it
We look at the envelope
Oops
It was delivered to the wrong address
Turkey had a college degree
in dressing tables very prettily
He had a large diploma on the wall
of the barn, displayed there in early fall
We want you to dress our table, said a wife
He was thrilled, dreaming of this kind of life
his relatives tried to tell him it might not be great
but by the time they got through to him, he had been “ate”.
That’s the last time we let Aunt C dress the turkey they said.
We all stared at the beast, dressed in all kinds of thread.
He had on striped tights, his feathers were dyed in a gorgeous way.
Aunt C always goes way over the top, with fashion she loves to play.
Speaking of Christmas dinner
and not to be overlooked
some say it's a winner
when your goose is cooked
but now let's talk turkey
and by hook or by crook
let me set things straight
it's gobble-gobbledegook
Another huge turkey was caught
The big pheasant was housed in the vault
For consumption
Not for admiration
I'm neither talking about the wild turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the noisy pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.
I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, November 25, 2015
The Puritans were persecuted for expressing their belief
These Dissenters in the New World worshiped, such divinely blessed relief
For the largesse of Native Peoples, on pheasant, squash, corn and beans they dined
As we fondly recall the first Thanksgiving, warmth and generosity come to mind
Yet these Pilgrims allowed no religious dissent
voice disagreement and poof! off you went
They erected their churches with iconic white steeples
As they turned on their new friends as savage peoples
But I shall file this unsavory history away
And thank my lucky stars for this most pleasant day
I am also thankful for kind folks I’ve known, both passed and living
As I wish all of you a genuinely happy Thanksgiving
I'm thankful for our Heavenly Father on this Turkey Day~ I am thankful and therefore I pray—Poet
O Gracious God,
thank You for breath of life
for the beauty of creation
strength to see a new day without strife
with Your direction, and our appreciation
I am grateful beyond words
from my heart and soul
a journey once-over blurred
today we fill our bowl
with Your presence that guides us
the Rock of our salvation
mercy, hope and love so gracious
let Your wisdom crown upon
and Your peace rest on those who suffer
orphans and widows in their affliction
provide them with armor of peace and buffer
let it not be part of God’s plan to refine faith
and reveal His purpose and may not He send
man’s mistakes more traces of wraith
may our lives continually reflect on end
Thanksgiving
Amen
I Am Anaya
Thanksgiving Day
11/27/25
Politics
used to have
borders
Within which
the battles
were found
But now
those conflicts
spread far and wide
Running
friendships
and families aground
The baby
thrown out
with the bathwater
Noses
cut off
to spite every face
Civility
gone
fraternity pawned
With zero sum
outcomes
— in place
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Thanksgiving Day being the same old routine
As a Turkey, it makes them mean
Fork and Knife
Turkey Find
Butterball type
Turkey ax
Dig in feast eat
Year after year same drill
The Turkey being the one to fulfill
Woo’s me no more
As Turkey Freddie says, he’s hitting the road
Greyhound bus bound
Inspirated and encouraged sound
Traveling away from Thanksgiving Day scene
No cutting on me
New horizons being the enterprising frontier
Vacation laid back
Sunny Florida
Embracing the Florida sun
Nothing but sheer fun
Soaking up the beach, and no thought of Thanksgiving among
Peace and tranquility
Refreshing reality
Other Turkeys can Gooble Gooble if they want to
Calm relaxing thoughts
Having no dive of the folk and knife
Making sure I stay lean
Let the folks at dinner tables be mean
Turkey Freddie will be working on his tan
Thanksgiving folks are not his fan
While cut shall be done on Turkey Freddie
Oven away
Busy on a getaway
Turkey Freddie eat won’t be seek.
Roasted turkey nice and brown
with cranberry sauce,
carrots, sprouts, pigs in blankets,
swedes and broccoli,
roast spuds and gravy.
Glass of red.
Stuffed.!
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