posting poetic prose
16 Nov 2021 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: grandma, potatoes, Thanksgiving, turkey
cold turkey thaws in filled sink,
every year bigger butterball bird;
add honey ham to feed multitude
by marriage, births, or invitation.
gathered ingredients weeks ahead
cheesy baked corn aroma wafts up
daughter-in-love will make pies or
dinner rolls to bring to feast while
grandma feels a bit overwhelmed by
her family blessings and potato skins;
wipes tearful prayers on fresh apron.
16 Nov 2020 32 Comments
in quadrille Tags: diversity, native americans, pilgrims, strangers, Thanksgiving
“Landing of Pilgrims” by Henry A. Bacon, 1877
november 1620
pilgrims land late, lost
with strangers in a strange land
such smallish ship
holds diverse perspectives
all agree on rules for unruly unity
possibilities vulnerable
nearly half don’t survive winter
makeshift common house hospital
native americans
share knowledge, resources,
reasons for thanksgiving
A quadrille on “possibilities” with dverse poets...
24 Nov 2018 8 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: gratitude, greed, pilgrim, providential, Thanksgiving
Let us remember this Thanksgiving day
how our forefathers walked the pilgrim way
forgive our greedy attitude
and give us hearts of gratitude
for providential blessings, Lord, we pray.
*Listen to brief podcast by John Piper on Giving Thanks here
Quintet of 5 lines (in iambic meter and AABBA rhyme scheme) for dVerse.
22 Nov 2017 2 Comments
in question poem Tags: character, civility, honor, humility, loyalty, Thanksgiving
Our first President, George Washington, made this proclamation in 1789:
“Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor—and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me “to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.”
where have all the good men gone?
who respected God’s ordered civility
who defended their homes and families
who united to fight against tyranny
where have all the good men gone?
where have all the good women gone?
who prayed on their knees in humility
who provided for needs of their families
who united to speak against slavery
where have all the good women gone?
where have all the good children gone?
who obeyed their parents’ authority
who contributed help to their families
who united to honor friends’ loyalty
where have all the good children gone?
If you know someone of good character, let them know you appreciate them!
19 Nov 2017 3 Comments
in shadorma Tags: bluejay, corn, feather, grove, Thanksgiving
Linking to Eliot Dybden’s Shadorma November at Along the Interstice. A shadorma has six lines with no rhyme or meter, except for a syllable structure of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
bluejay punks
public domain
nab spilt corn kernels
feathered flash
raucous caws
gather together in grove
living thanksgiving
25 Nov 2016 Leave a comment
in american sentence Tags: Thanksgiving
Thank you cards are never general; they always have an addressee 🙂
25 Nov 2015 3 Comments
in american sentence, haiku, senryu, Uncategorized Tags: Thanksgiving
it’s thanksgiving day
give thanks for all our blessings
…tomorrow we shop
used with permission
28 Nov 2014 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: beauty, broken, grateful, Thanksgiving
“give thanks in all things”
thankful in the broken?
yes, even though…
minds may be murky
hearts can feel hurt-full
bodies sometimes besieged
our bleeding relationships
offered as sacrifice on altar
are sweet-smelling fragrance
only in our broken-ness
can we ever become
wise, humble, healed.
there’s an aching beauty
in a cracked heirloom plate
or a rusty antique tractor
beauty begging to be
restored, renewed
to re-live again
living forever grateful!
(I Thessalonians 5:16-18)
26 Jul 2013 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cornucopia, garden, Thanksgiving
Emeralds are growing in this plot of mine;
Wet diamonds drip along each stem and blade.
Pea pods hold treasured pearls of the vine,
Rich mud deposits wealth upon my spade.
Huge heads of cabbage split with dewy weight
Match mercenary broccoli’s envied green.
Tomatoes blushed like rubies tempt and bait.
Potatoes’ karats gain interest unseen,
While beans of jade hide underneath soft leaf,
And sweet corn kernels ripen time to gold.
Why should I share my gems with raccoon thief?
Let’s harvest booty till the ground turns cold.
A cornucopia of food to live!
Thanksgiving’s a small price for us to give.
a poem in my pocket 
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