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Zywa 6d
Party-time today,

the world turns yellow: the stars --


my heart and my love.
Song "Yellow" (2000, Chris Martin, Coldplay), album "Parachutes" --- Film "Bird" (2024, Andrea Arnold)

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
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 the snow dust
The children are happy because their stomach
Will be plentifully filled up with healthy food
Cakes and ice cream will put everyone in a great mood
The homeless will be feasting on the deck
Happily sitting around the well garnished table
Like everyone, they dream that every day
Was as special as today, where God’s graces
Are raining gold all over the United States
This is neither a tale nor an imaginary fable
Today feels like payday, today is a joyous day.

The Wednesday before this amazing day
Should be called White Wednesday
Since the day after this day
Is notoriously called Black Friday
Thank you God for this special gift
For this day of hope; it sounds like a myth
No other country celebrates like us
This is truly a blessed day
This is like payday, this is a happy day
We all wish that we had more appetite
We all wish that we could remain light
After so many richly varied and delicious meals
Throw away the scales and the diet pills
For just today, let’s enjoy ourselves
Let’s not worry, and don’t pay attention to our curves.

Copyright © November 24, 2011, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
showyoulove Nov 21
Jesus calls out to us: "Come to Me"
And, filled with faith, we walk upon the sea
With our eyes upon the master, we rise above
And we walk to him with hearts full of love

But then we look down and see just where we are
We falter and start to sink after we came so far
We reach out for Jesus to save us again
We lost our focus and what happened then?

We have all been prodigal
We have all been dead in our sin
We have all denied the Father
And wanted our own life to begin

We have chased things that leave us empty
We have consumed things that do not satisfy
We have searched for love in all the wrong places
We hit rock bottom, ready to break down and cry

We are in the land of loss and suffering
We brought this upon ourselves
Wandering in the barren lands
Chained up in our own personal hells

Eventually we come to our senses
We see the price that our actions cost
We come crawling back to our home
But we are back; we are no longer lost

We are filled with sorrow and remorse
But the past is in the past; right now, we celebrate
"Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet
The finest wine put in his cup and meat upon his plate"

Today, all of Heaven rejoices with a grand feast
Light and life arise like the morning sun in the east
There is now much laughter and music and dance
The colors are more vivid, and my senses enhanced

We will come from suffering to celebration
We will come to a more perfect relation
We will know the true joy of Easter morn
Because, from out of suffering, we have been borne

Lord, thank you for your saving grace and for calling us to yourself. We are called to rise above the trials and storms of life, and we can when we keep our eyes fixed on you. But we lose focus Lord, we doubt, and we are pulled under. Save us Lord and give us the courage to step out on the water and go where you call us. We also pray that you would see us through the suffering to celebrate with you again. Help us be mindful of our sins and soften our hearts to be remorseful and repentant so we may rise with you in your resurrection. Amen.

We will close with these words:
"There's no one more thankful to sit at the table than the one who best remembers hunger's pain. And no heart loves greater than the one that is able to recall the time when all it knew was shame". --Steven Curtis Chapman "Remember Your Chains"
Mercy Nov 3
They have left the mortal realm,  
Life seeping from their corpse,  
Warmth fading like a whispered breath,  
The loss of a loved one,  
The weight of absence settles deep,  
Love lingering in the shadows.  

It’s not time to mourn the dead,  
celebrate the echoes of their laughter,  
the light that danced in their eyes,  
and the love they gifted to this world.  
Let us honor what they once were,  
in the quiet moments of reflection,  
grief melts into gratitude,  
love transcends the veil.  

Personal experiences weaving a tapestry of who they once were,
moments shared create a legacy  
etched in time,  
forever felt, now in silence.
Zywa Oct 17
Such a big party,

it rings over and above --


the crowds and the roofs!
Composition "to Make a Joyful Noise" (2023, Niko Schroeder) for the MIDI-controlled dance ***** (barrel *****) The Busy Drone, performed on October 12th, 2024 in the Organpark

Collection "org anp ARK" #30
Kani Oct 12
Lights lights lights everywhere
Smiles lighting up every face
Cheers rolling out every moment
Love pouring out every heart
Peace overcrowding every atom
Making room for only happiness
Everything else forgotten
True celebration
This piece is called Festive My Way, because the festive season has begun. Spend time with your loved ones and find joy in the little things. Sending best wishes, from our family to yours.
Kashi Oct 11
Towering quite over my palette
Delicious array of crunchies
And soft munchies
Celebratory dances hail
In the taste buds
Let the festivities begin
Begin with the array
To please the palettes
Of matter and mind
Yoo-hoo
It’s already in the air
This piece is called Let It Begin, because the festive season has begun. Spend time with your loved ones and find joy in the little things. Sending best wishes, from our family to yours.
Emery Feine Sep 30
I grew independently, totally alone
Forever wanting to just belong
But no one came to me, so I thought to myself
"One day, I'll prove them wrong"

And when I finally became successful
I had fame, I had wealth
No one showed up to my celebration
The only person I proved myself to was myself
this is my 78th poem, written on 1/23/24
Zywa Mar 7
Every day we are

celebrating without frills --


just being grateful.
Story "Het verhaal van Oosterhuis" ("Easthouse's story", 1946, Belcampo)

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
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