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(the gate is a crowded mess, please no special requests, be thankful you got a seat, this flight is sold out and I’m beat.   I get up and stand on my chair and say) *I give thanks for: the uncommon greatness of common sense for the steady approach of that wondrous day when kindness is neither random or unexpected, but the rule, not the exception for our opinions and deeds, that are our own, derived without coercion, born from our thoughts and observations and that we are equal to both owning them and to changing them that we live in a time that friendships can grow just through the quick exchange of words leaping bounds for eyes that see deep deeper than skin, ears that hear what those ashamed wish you didn’t, hands that grasp regardless of distance, the taste of  kisses that come easy sweet   for the  day when I at last knew, the pleasure of giving so far exceeded receiving, that giving and receiving became synonymous that I learned that the best skill to possess  is to anticipate the needs of others that my lucky position in this world permits me to act on the things for which I am thankful* that someday I will need no longer inquire, are you my poem, for the answer will be self-evident to us both
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
LaGuardia Airport, Thanksgiving Day Eve
Time: 7:30 pm Temp.: 68F ~~~ overlooking the runways, festooned by accidental heavenly whimsy, or humanistic whimsical inten-sity, all the the planes and trucks are flashing electrifying speckles, of eclectically synced red and green it is not my holiday, but no matter, like every New Yorker this day, I am happily celebrating its double U, unique, unusual "record breaking warmth" yes, the Fahrenheit is outtasight, and by the dawn of early eve~night, the Centigrade is spiraling in reverse retrograde, as the temp eases on down, just below seventy degrees, on this dewinterized twenty fourth day of December, two nought and fifteen traffic is light, the terminal, an unbusy, slim shadow of itself, the maddening crowds gone, now all are among the dearly departed and either/or, the newly arrived so composition of the observational, brings cheer and smiles to my faith, (I mean my face), the crowning quietude of clear skies, the absence of street smart city  bustle and hustle, the languid atmosphere at the gates, (where seldom is heard an encouraging word)# makes me reconsider the true meaning of the au courant phraseology of this day "record breaking warmth" for there is indeed a calm invisible warmth suffusing all tonite, chests glowing from fireplaces within, contentment chamber containers in both hearth and heart, and I am thinking miracle, about all the human warmth on this celebrated evening, holy night indeed, it is breaking records of recorded human fusion, the united commonality of millions warming his and her stories world-over, that your personal poet is warming to record
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Christmas Eve, 2015, LaGuardia Airport, NYC
Time: 7:30 pm Temp.: 68F ~~~ overlooking the runways, festooned by accidental heavenly whimsy, or humanistic whimsical inten-sity, all the the planes and trucks are flashing electrifying speckles, of eclectically synced red and green it is not my holiday, but no matter, like every New Yorker this day, I am happily celebrating its double U, unique, unusual "record breaking warmth" yes, the Fahrenheit is outtasight, and by the dawn of early eve~night, the Centigrade is spiraling in reverse retrograde, as the temp eases on down, just below seventy degrees, on this dewinterized twenty fourth day of December, two nought and fifteen traffic is light, the terminal, an unbusy, slim shadow of itself, the maddening crowds gone, now all are among the dearly departed and either/or, the newly arrived so composition of the observational, brings cheer and smiles to my faith, (I mean my face), the crowning quietude of clear skies, the absence of street smart city  bustle and hustle, the languid atmosphere at the gates, (where seldom is heard an encouraging word)# makes me reconsider the true meaning of the au courant phraseology of this day "record breaking warmth" for there is indeed a calm invisible warmth suffusing all tonite, chests glowing from fireplaces within, contentment chamber containers in both hearth and heart, and I am thinking miracle, about all the human warmth on this celebrated evening, holy night indeed, it is breaking records of recorded human fusion, the united commonality of millions warming his and her stories world-over, that your personal poet is warming to record
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