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 Dec 2014
Ann M Johnson
Thanksgiving wishes I send your way
Thanksgiving wishes for a joyous day
May your day be peaceful
May good food be plentiful
May your have enough without getting too stuffed
May you enjoy your day
May you come back refreshed and renewed
May you have lots of great things to write about
Happy Thanksgiving to You
 Dec 2014
Ann M Johnson
I am experiencing some Holiday anxiety
It is not over finding the right gift
Not over making a list
Not over cards I need to write
Not over the baking I have to do
I think my holiday stress is effecting my baked goods
They burned in the oven just today
I threw them away
The biggest source of Holiday stress
Visiting family I have not seen in a long time
It just might be a test of my patience
I guess I will wait and see what tomorrow brings
Visiting Family for Thanksgiving
 Dec 2014
Roger Turner - Poet
What the hell is X-Mas?
What does X-Mas mean?
It seems to coincide with Christmas
Is it something for the teens?

Is X-Mas from the X-Men
A Marvel comic sort of thing
I've looked it up on google
And no bells does X-Mas ring

Now, Christmas, that is different
I know exactly when that is
Well, not exactly to the minute
Is X-Mas the same as this?

I'm told that X-Mas is a way
to write down Christmas fast
I mean how lazy can a person be
To worry just what time has passed?

Christ is represented now
By an X and a small dash
Just think of all the time you saved
and of all the extra cash

Saved by companies on Christmas cards
It really makes you think
Three letters gone from Christmas cards
They save a ton of ink

An  X, it just does not make sense
At least it don't to me
If the X stands for his cross
Then why not use small T

To paraphrase a friend of mine
Don't send a card to me
If Christmas isn't printed there
Then it's a card I will not see

X-Mas is not a phrase
Even PC people say
They don't even understand it's use
They all say Holidays

So have a Merry Christmas
Celebrate, our saviour's birth
And bury X-Mas in a snow drift
Even that's more than it's worth.
 Dec 2014
Echo
~Look, I'm sorry I told you that you are ugly.
Sometimes I just can't believe what I see.
We can be friends, maybe.
I'll tell you how beautiful you are.
Because you are me.
Sometimes I hate you,
Sometimes I don't understand you.
But one thing we can both agree,
Is that I don't mean those things.
And I'm so, so sorry...
....
....
....
that you had to be me. </3~
. . .
 Nov 2014
Celeste Nicole Cook
It's a mad house filled with characters from all different shades.
Walking down the street comes the mermaid whose head is filled with all colours of the rainbow.
Willing the clouds to open and let down its water, maybe her tail will grow.
Sitting in the café, Alladin is serving us with his cheeky smile as he speaks to you.
But you can see life has been tough as he turns around and  his smile turns into a frown as matters return to his mind.
And that one looks as though she has had a nasty trick played on her, someone must of bullied her cause it looks as though her heads been flushed down the toilet.
at the counter stands a man covered in ink, his life written down for all to read.
At the burger bar points the audience at the young girl who has dreams of having a husband and a family of her own someday, but they're dreams that if she was able to achieve, her children would either be still born or would need to live on oxygen tanks for the rest of their lives.
Across the table sits the sad clown in black and white with his flower drooping.
How worry is etched across his face  about how the ball missed that one goal that was so important to him.
The jester sits next to him, giggling. All smiles he is continuously filled with glee.
The one that sits on the right forgets which hand to use but can tell you which day you were born on just by knowing you birth date.
All have dreams and inspirations that they wish to achieve, but circumstances prevent them.
These are some people I had met in my travels, they are all beautiful people, who are caring, loyal and kind. They have huge hearts willing to accept anyone and everyone for who and what they are. They deserve to be loved, treated right and respected. Just because they look different and have disabilities doesn't make them less human and without feeling. It amazed me how so many people without disabilities could be so ignorant and hurt these beautiful peoples feelings.
 Nov 2014
WendyStarry Eyes
This is not a poem!!!!!
It is a prayer for my son
His belief in his heart is
He can save the World for God
He has just begun
I pray God's spirit does stay in control
He keeps my son truly whole
In my true youth
I had this much soul
I let this sinful world take control
God brought my son
To me to carry on His legacy
I bow at my knees
Pray He takes control and gratifies
My sons soul
My sons mission in Peru
Is to see the lost through
To love ALL mankind
To break barriers
To think in Jesus mind
AMEN
 Nov 2014
certifiednutcase

Comb every strand of hair,
Clean every part of your body
And look at them
Appreciate them.

2.
Dress up.
**** society's expectation
Wear your FAVOURITE colour
Wear your mood.

3.
Always prepare for rainy days.
Bring an umbrella,
Bring your sweater
Bring some money,
For warm coffee/tea.

4.
Go out and explore.
Visit cafés and treat yourself,
Visit book shops & libraries
Inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffe,
The nostalgic smell of old, yellow papers.

5.
Be okay with what you do,
Say things that are on your mind.
Who cares about what people think?
You are who you are
And you're perfect.

6.
Even if you can't love yourself
Always remember that there's a greater God,
whose love is boundless.
Hey, even the birds in the sky,
The flowers on the ground
Fishes in the sea
Have been taken care of by "him"
What else you a human being!
 Nov 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
///
when you feel shame insight
the foolish road trends to misguide
you can discover an apple
inside a dark basket

I sigh too long to lose the time
that could make a space between us
the clock is unmanageable,
the horizon grew gray

yesterday night turned on,
the sleepless romantic torment-
I made my hand long,
too long to hold my dreams

where there you were standing
behind a wall,
very thick, and dark
shuttered my eyes

I grew gray
underneath a dusky black moon
finding myself within you,
no focus point imagined

the forgotten days clapping
mystic, bleeding on the red carpet
turned too dark when storm wind
closed the windows-

dreams uttering on a blue sapphire
till the twilight has broken
making a waterfall on a rising sun
but coming closer into a vain of the vale--

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
blue sapphire: ------------------------
 Nov 2014
Kathy J Parenteau
Listen

Why would someone end their life
what could have gone so wrong?
Where were the ones they needed
that once they leaned upon?
Did you not see the signs
were you busy getting by,
life's challenges of your own
you never heard their cry?
Maybe we need to listen
it only takes one soul,
to hear the cry of the weary
and offer words of hope.
Never dismiss someone's dismay
you could have been God's choice,
to make the difference now
there's power in your voice.
Don't be silenced by fear,
because what you have to say,
might make the difference between life or death for someone you love today.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 03/17/2014
 Nov 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
Any song can sound sweet,
if you tune your tone appropriately,
and add a lyric,
with a melody
and I have seen where there is a life,
there is a song
but some songs are not only a love song
that notion was a loop, intense, black and blue passionate song
was not romantic

She was a sad song
and I thought I would know how to make it better
like if I could be the only to love her again,
I believed that everything would fall into a melodious love song
but  I lost a few lines of lyrics
and there was bit melody missing that I couldn't find
and I saw too many scratches on the disc
I couldn't let myself be made no longer
trying to fix her entirety.
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
scratches on the disc
 Nov 2014
Ann M Johnson
Count Your Blessings


I resolve to count my blessings not just at thanksgiving but all year long
I heard an attitude of gratitude can alleviate some symptoms of depression
I consider it a blessing to have a roof over my head
It is also a blessing to have a bed
I also consider it a blessing every day my bank account is not in the red
It is a blessing to be well fed  
It is a blessing to have family
It is a blessing to have friends
I am very grateful for HP and my HP friends
For learning things everyday
For  life is a gift
If I keep counting my list might never end
My friends please try to count your blessings
This is a Revised version of my last year Thanksgiving Poem.
I hope you  like it.
Happy Thanksgiving
 Nov 2014
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
depression is a bad thing it tears your mind apart
takes away your feelings takes them from your heart
makes you feel that life as kicked you in the ****
and the life you have is always in rut.

everything around you is a world of black
feel that your are lost and theres no way back
suffering in silence bottled up inside
running from yourself as you try to hide.

but if you use your will with your faith and hope
find someone to talk too this will help you cope
then the hurt your feeling will begin to heal
help you carry on and change the way you feel
 Nov 2014
SøułSurvivør
2 am and i can't sleep
wide awake too tired to weep
funny how feelings
can make you weak
it's a long road, rough and steep
just hope i find the peace i seek.

people are so sweet and kind
if only they could help unwind
the tortured ropes within my mind
could help me break
the chains that bind
only God can help me find
bless'd release from this
pain which grinds

carrying a sack of stones
is no weight to bear alone
it will break my very bones
i want to cry, but will not groan
what I must do is clearly shown
i must be humble and atone.

i've got a message to be spread
been writing vanity instead
when all is done, all is said
when pretense is finally shed
is it truth or lies i've fed
my fire, in truth, is almost dead.

try and understand, my friends
no matter what the current trends
this path we're on
has trech'rous bends
the broad way winds
the narrow wends
but all paths DO have their END.

though i have been torn apart
it is time for a new start
strength comes from
the peaceful heart...


(c) soulsurvivor
Haven't written about
The Lord Jesus Christ in
Some time... it's high time I did.

I'm only on site a short time
As I can only write late at night.
I want to thank you all for sharing
Your well wishes with me...
They are appreciated more than
You could know.

I'm going to be FINE.
Just experiencing a rough patch.
As are we all... I'll be back to
Read again soon!
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