Happy Thanksgiving!

That first Thanksgiving in France was so fun!
Having all those people over,
Asking me questions about the Pilgrims and the
Native Americans and me blushing when I didn't
Know all the answers.
Sitting at the end of a long table eating blood pudding instead of turkey,
Getting nervous as my turn approached to say what
I was thankful with my Anglo-Saxon accent. Trying in
Vain to convince everyone pumpkin pie was delicious. Until they took a bite!
I put on some records and everyone danced and I could
Not stop laughing until we
Got up the next morning to do dishes.

Gasping for "Love".

Tyranny
Hate
Anarchy
Need
Killing
Selfishness
Greed
Ignorance
Vice
Indifference
Neglect
.
.
.
Gasping for "Love".

THANKSGIVING

To reach across the boundless night
Heaven infuses her starlight
Amid the desolate and despaired
Nothing else can be compared
Knowingly she spins her web
Supporting always her dear ones head
Giving them all they need
In visioning their every deed
Volition is ever their own
In finding the direction home
Never will be a stronger bond
God and her dear ones

I'm sorry: I hate holidays...

Thanksgiving
Here we go.
Another holiday when grandma pulls me aside and says
No, take that ring off and
Keep it in your pocket!
Sure
Grandma
If you’re ashamed of me.
Violence brewing deep as
I fight the hurt of no acceptance.
No one realizes I love her and she loves me.
Guess this is one of those few times a year I have 6 grand in my wallet.


Three years and
Here we are.
Another holiday with
No friends, they all went home. Family
Kept from us because of my decision to move.
So much for a big dinner. Looks like we will
Go to McDonalds before they close
Instead of eating grandpa’s turkey and mom’s pumpkin pie.
Voluntarily
I came here
Not knowing
God wanted us to be alone.


There she went, as fast as she came.
Hard for her to stay in one place too long.
Always she suffers
Never explaining why as she
Keeps the
Secrets
Given her
In
Violence, given her
In
Narcissistic
Gore as he gobbled and gobbled her innocence away.


Thinking of what keeps me sane
Her
And I keep her sane
Not a scrap of sanity in either of us
Knowing this
She might not think the same
Going by her own
Isolation that she is
Very protective of.
I’m that way too.
Not a scrap of us
Grows without the other.

^^**^^** giving thanks **^^**^^

Tattered
Hair thinning
And eyes dry
Never enough
Kept at a distance
Silent to the world
Going on around her...
Invite a friend inside
Voices of laughing wonder
Inner peace meets outer
New!
Great!

True Happiness

True
Happiness
Attained
Now
Knowing
Showing
Gratitude
In all
Varied
Instances . . .
Never-ending
Gift
- - - - December 2007
Note: I wrote this last year in response to a Satsang Circle suggestion from BB. The touching poems to come out of that meeting inspired me to put forth the challenge to DP members . . .

forevermore, thank you

Though I have never really thought about it in the past
Here I sit pondering these things that have happened in my life
Amidst the tragedies and challenges that have happened and are yet to come
No one in my life has stood as strong as you have by my side
Knowing you and sharing life's most precious gifts and great rewards
Seeing our world change mostly for the better and sometimes for the worse
Gives me a sense of wonder and weakens my innate fear of the unknown
Imagination has not trumped reality and happiness has overwhelmed doubt
Visions of the future can not help but predicate the inevitable changes
I can only pray that these moments will be instilled in my memory forevermore
Nevertheless, I hope to never take these things for granted & say thank you for
Giving me these priceless treasures that I could not have imagined years ago

"To V.W."

To V.W.

This person –
Her demeanor entrances me
Anxiously I ponder her being
Not having met
Kept from me
She radiates beauty
Gushes with passion
In her I see myself –
Vibrant, vivacious, vexing
Inherent in complexities
Numb to anything but “the now”
Gregariously grateful. Me.

- special thanks to Richard Le Breton

Thanksgiving

Thinking that I
Have become
Addicted to the belief that
No one can be a white
Knight in these dark days.
Seeking redemption from the
Grief of past disappointments.
Identifying with
Various disbelief's.
I
Need to
Give in to love.

Mini-Topic: Thanksgiving Crostic

Write a 'gratitude' poem using as a first letter of each line the letters of the word 'Thanksgiving', reading down. Due Wednesday November 26!