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leyla Aug 2018
we leave the crumbs of our breakfast
on the windowsill, where we can watch
the ants arrive, and carry them away,
to their hills at the base of the maple trees.
they can't talk to us, but we can sense
their tiny gratitudes.
skin against skin, and tongues against
tongues, the glow from our faces is just
enough for the moths to recognize, for
them to want to dance around our heads.
they bask in the light of our love, and we
know they feel it too.
i live to see you smile, the kind of smile
that shines so brightly, like the way a leaf
beetle's shell does, when the sun decides
to hit it in a way that's exactly right.
they don't notice their iridescence, or how
perfect they are.
<3
Mayra Castillo Jun 2015
Mother, you are my White Rose
A rose embraced by  cotton petals, emanating  a sweet intoxicating aroma of jazmin and pearls
A fragrance so delightful that it engulfs the spirit with inexplicable  sweetness of love
You are as exquisite as a good wine
Delicate as a newborn
Warm and cozy as a cashmere blanket
Thus, mother, you are my White Rose!
I will forever remember  the day you said to me " Oh, daughter of mine, thank you for being such a beautiful and caring daughter"
My response was " Oh, mom, you don't have to thank me, for it is my obligation, my duty to take care of you, besides, I do it with delight, because, it comes from my heart"
I am so glad that we thanked each other, because our gratitudes came from the deepest part of our souls
Although, I thanked you for being my mother, I forgot to thank you for being my White Rose!

BY

Mayra Castillo

Written as a tribute to my beloved mother, who, now resides in the Lord's garden. I love you mom. You will always be my White Rose. My mother's name is Regina. Born 1934   Died 2010
Yenson Nov 2018
Where is the terror please in a blameless mind
Show me the pain and fears in a brimful loving heart
Find me the nightmares 'n demons in blessed slumber
Wish me the tears in pious gratitudes real and plenty

Produce a charge sheet of dark deeds and secrets hidden
Bring witnesses of a stained criminal past and stolen items
Front me a past lover with tales of **** or ****** misdeeds
Show me anybody truly implicating me in any foul deeds

Ask my betrothed of ever knowing me drunk and disabled
Dig out any associations of me with friends of ill-repute
Point a day I conducted myself disgracefully 'n disrespectfully
Stand out a neighbour I went begging and borrowing from

Twirling taunting is nowt but delusions of ****** fantasists
Nothing to do with one devoid of fears and guilt of the neurotics
Show us the happy contented one who gives time to mudslinging
Even the most basic of intelligence tells us this is an impossibility

There are nasties out there kicking a poor policewoman in the head
There are repugnant foreign Taxi-drivers prostituting teen girls about
There are hate filled Terrorist willing to **** innocents unflinching
While our deranged think school playground antics is all they're worth

These are the ones that salivate in front of computer screens
Unwashed Keyboard cowards parading malfunctioning brains
Attention and ambition lacking deficits sad subhumans waiting to be fed
How can wasted western fodders impact on my consciousness or even my subconscious
Those by their evident actions already show they lack rationality, intelligence or understanding
Inadequates whose only recourse is to showcase their inferiority in pained envy and jealousy by trying to bully
Insignificant runts who can't better themselves despite opportunities abound
Dr Livingstone come see what your children from your Great Empire has become
You told our forefathers you came from the very cradle of Civilisation
A land of freedom and great knowledge
How come now your childrens are pathetic ignorant irrational insecure deluded cowards
What to do with morons other than to pitifully toss them a morsel of our talents once a while and laugh as they feed hungrily

You gotta laugh!
Genevieve Jan 2021
Oh me oh my
such tall tale lies

upstream and down
by this Political Clown,
***** made of brass?!! My ***!.

Washing Brains with numbskullish hate
this pathetic excuse of a man with reality
his base does not relate, Whether near or far
those believing his words it is garbage they do eat
allowing many behaviors and nicknaming mistreats.

oh me oh my
a sad tear to be cried days and nights so dim as he is,
It will take years upon years to fix the damage done
& finally after 5 dead including an officer of the Law!
This smug poor loser ordered this result and now admits
his time is over, it's time to quit this nitwit says adios
and hello prison mates, I will make all the inmates love me,
You will see as I bend over backward to gain your gratitudes
all my prison base friends will share the same attitude
but please don't get me wrong! You will Love me long live
this master debater let's make a deal, okay we will talk later.
Farewell...So Long... it's been a great run.
This should be obvious as it is about the **** in the house.
His brow spreads large and placid, and his eye
Is deep and bright, with steady looks that still.
Soft lines of tranquil thought his face fulfill--
His face at once benign and proud and shy.
If envy scout, if ignorance deny,
His faultless patience, his unyielding will,
Beautiful gentleness and splendid skill,
Innumerable gratitudes reply.
His wise, rare smile is sweet with certainties,
And seems in all his patients to compel
Such love and faith as failure cannot quell.
We hold him for another Herakles,
Battling with custom, prejudice, disease,
As once the son of Zeus with Death and Hell.
Jowlough Mar 2011
Thank you for showing and giving much concern
even though we are not in the same world anymore.
though we have changed for the better and the good,
We have passed the test and walked pass the woods.

I saw your mystic spirits and it's very mutual.
An old friend who's always there until my funeral.
the aura have been felt, shooting beams on heavy clouds.
still the light have stayed inspite of our bounds.

Yesterday's always in my heart and will be treasured,
despite of the distance and the gates closed.
Despite of the major changes in the scenario and happenings,
Rest assured I'm always here, memories' for keeping.
(c) Thanks. jcjuatco - Mar 9 2011
Jowlough Oct 2010
You turn me on girl,
with a smile.
care for my vices
like I'm a child

Made me felt,
like i'm a star,
Looks that melt,
a distance a far

Made me inspired,
to strive harder.
Seeing you
makes the tasks easier.

We talk things,
we didn't knew.
Crazy anthems,
sang out of the blue!

Quality time,
Perfect companion.
I don't need another
you are my station

You don't care on things
such as vast indifference,
picked the rules,
to free happiness

Love above the law,
Is what your'e showing
Felt the independence,
there, it's Overflowing

"You" are perfect,
Oh could I say "We"?
Except for the fact,
you don't see the way I see

All my gratitudes
my dearest friend
See you when I see you
Adios, -- this is the end.
(c) Adios Oct 2010 * jcjuatco
Jwala Kay Mar 2013
I have twenty one years made and done
‘til now, and maybe a few more,
then I can shed and stop.

The day when I need not feel
clumsy on a good lecture.
I need not get stumped on other’s pranks.
I need not be glad on silly compliments.
I need not sigh on departures after
a daylong fretting.
I need not cry on random sympathy notes.
I need not crave on any satin sandals.
I need not try on impressing fellow earthlings.
I need not fall on my knees for prayers.
I need not smile on dainty mute creatures.
I need not feel shattered on my love being ridiculed.
I need not hide on some pretence of modesty.
I need not rage on abuses, for hell’s sake.
I need not share on the hope of gratitudes.
I need not stay on alive for
I’ll be dead for dreams, by then.
K Mae Apr 2013
cocooned within my fantasy
twisting floating feeling free
believing stories I've been told
this mortal wrapping now grows old
gratitudes and platitudes
now fall away a fruitless play
for ruthless truth
I've now a hunger
reveal the essence
shatter cover
consciousness grows not from mind
but deep my source my spark divine
Jowlough Oct 2010
who is the owner
of that eloquent sound?
It's in my head,
goes round and round.

Still I cannot forget,
that innocent chime,
as I listen
to those melodic rhymes.

Youthful voice,
simple as it can be,
no more, no less,
like a sweet cool breeze.

I am thankful,
oh yes indeed,
that I am an acquaintance,
without a need,

That we had crossed paths,
like needles and beads,
and you shared your passion,
you showed your seeds.

All the gratitudes,
for your trust and kindness.
our simple smiles,
completes the moments

No need to talk that much,
as long as we are good,
Stay the same,
that sweet, warm mood,

that brings me to cloud nine,
everytime we're Laughing it out,
everytime we share time,
without any bounds

How can I express,
more than this?
I hope you'll appreciate,
this poetic kiss
(c) Poetic Kiss* jcjuatco - Oct 13 2010
Edmund black Feb 2023
’m not here
To judge the world
I’m not here
To make pretend that
I have all the answers
All I know is that
What I feel is real
I’m not here to gain your attention
For my reward solely comes
From above
And It does not come
To  fill my ego
It does not come
to make me famous
Or win the race
It comes
Solely to filled my heart
By setting free
All the pains inside
The gratitudes
The hopes
The darkness
And the light
All that was meant to be free.
Behold! Kneel before the Empire raised
From your Foundry placed Kingdoms on your Dive
Of Knights, Regents, Bishops and Orbs so Braised
As Sultans by Carriage offer does Live
So this Life you Wish coat with such Affairs
Expect your Honest Gratitudes approve
Yet the Nose - High to Un-Reachable Songs - spares
Merely Tiny Tidbits of your own Love
Not Ring, nor Dance, nor any Bed Post-Date
Would these Petitions their Good Voices own
Which - by Reason - your Happiness debate
Lift their Forked Lives re-phrased on your Bestow.
Including I - the Heretic in Full
Prostrate before this Emperor in Soul.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Star BG May 2019
Open your heart to the mornings sun.
The dawn that holds unlimited possibilities.
It’s the gift that holds miracles,
inside breeze,
song of birds,
and the heartbeat of life.

Present your dreams to Saint Matin
The Sunup that wraps eyes in moments blanket.
It’s your thoughts that sow them into reality.
In yellow diamonds.
Pinks so luxurious,
and red-oranges a glowing.

Greet with gratitudes voice at first light  
The genesis that gleams with brilliance.
It’s the self being divinity in motion  
in the journey.
Awakening to spirit
and inside celebration of love.    

Just breath into the Canticle of morning
it is rhythm of love and harmony.
First poem of the day.
Tom McCone Jul 2015
my insides reel, as typical as could stay. only in slow coils, though. only in long sighs. still breathing, twinge of sad, but i saw your light in the sun. found peacefulness in moments between. gratitudes, to a world that somehow strung us up& out to turn to dust. and here i stand, slowly coiling into little little little happy dust. is that so strange. can't tell. don't mind.
where there's light
Jowlough Dec 2010
We give thanks to our Lord
Almighty in heaven,
For all the blessings,
That he had given.

For giving us strength,
to work harder and better,
and have patience,
when living gets tougher.

We thank you dear Lord
for the good wisdom,
for helping in our daily decisions,
for guiding us on our actions.

All our gratitudes, oh lord,
deep from our heart.
for making our company stable,
and always upright.
(c) jcjuatco - Thanksgiving (12.03.10) - the poem used for Thanksgiving  Mass held on our company (CCAC Philippines)
Damaré M Sep 2015
Black women you're so assorted, makes us wonder how can we afford it? We see you doing yo thang, and how can we support it? If we on ah mission, no longer will we abort it. You have many attitudes and soar to so high of gratitudes, why would we destroy it? I see we gotta get on our job, so we're seeking for future employment. But first you gotta understand we're in love with your body already, you don't have to exploit it. The more you spill it out; you drain it, I well rather you to sustain it. I hate to be complaining, but I'm witnessing your giftedness become tainted. How can I explain this? I love your mind so I will hate to deranged it. With that said "what's so sweet if consumed in the start, have a after taste of reality that comes to the senses as being ****". That's not even the crazy part, which is... We cannot go without seeing your art.......
You're beautiful, nurturing and intelligent. We know that, and that's why we love you. But if you keep shaking it, you are disgracing it. Hard to grant you your elatedness. But at the same ***** ****** time you are so ******* artistically created
Star BG Jul 2017
Two penguins meet on a day,
under sun so bright.
Flapping wings and singing song,
to make them feel so right.

They sang with hope and sent it far,
to all for change to be,
integrated in humans,
love songs would set them free.

They carried songs of sweet love.  
It rang to world so fine.
Their music was a grand gift.
The two were so divine.

And when they met the stars watched on,
from deep inside days sky.
They knew inside love shifts yes come.
In poem I tell no lie.

So send out inside of your prayers
gratitudes sweet toast
to those dressed in black and white,
who live near island coast.



StarBG © 2017
KathleenAMaloney Nov 2015
I finished up with my Gratitudes,
and ran into a better Idea of Living, along the way!
Its called a White Flag.

Its the ONE I've carried Inside of Myself
for my own Looking Up…Surrender
So close, that the trajectory is straight Up into the Shine of a GREATER LIGHT.

No One else around to make me do it, be it, or Live It.
The Kind of Choice that looks so beautiful
that you actually do say “Please", and "Thank You”
just like you were going to Thanksgiving with a relative.

Cause after all, isn’t that whats beautiful about Life?
that it can be about Please and Thank You??
that its that simple,.. everybody gets it

The Prayer of Gratitude…
That theres actually Nothing to do...
That its all Already Perfect.

Does that mean I would give Up my Freedom for a cookie?
that its THAT kind of NOTHING to do?
No. Its the Kind that says, Its worth it… Get back Up
This Life of Freedom, of Goodness, Of Love, of Sharing.. IS worth It!
God’s call Within.  Heaven..!!!!
PEACE, with eternal FREEDOM as Its Mate.
Real Heaven..
That’s a Love Affair worth Living For..
The Kind that Songs were written about..

Freedom, Holy Freedom,
Rested in PEACE
That might just be…
Can You SEE the Light?
...A World That Works for Everyone
Miracle!!!
And so It Is.
Jeremy Bean Aug 2017
Those waving the banner of Democracy
Are those most duped
By the true shot callers
Whining about their trivial matters
Their minor inconveniences
Swallowing the lastest distractions
Shoved down their throats
By the powers that be
Regurgitations of that same old shtick
They were told to say
Like. . "Fighting for our freedom"
Or. . " If you don't vote you can't complain"
A ballot pull for an elected leader
Is as effective as thoughts and prayers
for some senseless tragedy
They wouldn't otherwise
lift a finger
to do anything about.
Both are just
Self-serving gratitudes
To stroke your delusions
One big circus circle ****
I have no interest in participating
I don't pick the clowns
I don't buy their stories
But I can still watch them dance
As the empire crumbles.
Brian McDonagh Jun 2020
Bonjourno, paisanos!
Didn’t think I could say actual words,
right?
Most of us virtual protagonists
like Pac Man and Crash Bandicoot
don’t talk much since we are
systematically required to listen
to enemy plans and damsel-in-distress gratitudes,
to actively work to stay alive,
making it hard to breathe
and cough up a sentence or two.

Now that I momentarily have the freedom
of [legitimate] speech,
I’ll let you in on my thoughts
about comrades, enemies, and my abilities…

Most days I can’t stand
how a princess like Toadstool
keeps falling into the wrong hands.
Even us characters have a life
when gaming systems power off.
Most days I’m not the only hero
but the co-hero.
Though most times my friend Toad and brother Luigi
are scared of warding off intrusions,
they’re my only reinforcements.

My archnemesis Bowser and his army of koopa-turtles and armless goombas
aren’t too bright.
When Bowser acquires power-ups beyond
my virtual abilities as an inner-city plumber,
I scurry to find others who know
Bowser’s vulnerable spots
and who help me gain acrobatic abilities.

The food I eat
Provides strength and focus--
like mushrooms that make me grow taller, smaller, and lengthen
my lifespan.

I’m sure some of you wish
you could hop across wide crevices
or defeat troublesome figures.

Thanks to gamers and patrons
who adventure through space and evolving scenery
with me.
I hope in the midst of Rockwell-style art in motion,
you all take away real-life lessons.
Wahoo!
For this prompt, I had to choose a fictional character to write about in the first person.
Mindietta Vogel Feb 2021
I celebrate the New Year on the Winter Solstice.
It’s a slower onramp, a quieter welcome than
the cheers and kisses. This day is for a private conversation.

Where is this going?
How did we do?
And a prayer: Let me not forget the wisdom I’ve earned.  

On the solstice I curate my memories of the year into a poem,
By sifting through a cabinet of curiosities with twelve drawers,
brimmed with flattened, folded, and stored decisions.

Soon it will be time to start a new year,
Which will hold new mistakes, new realizations, new gratitudes,
New missteps and miscalculations, new joys and sadness, new
Discipline, old indulgences, heirloomed fears, and consecrated hope.

In this ghostly light,
I look at what was, hold it to my
Heart, and fold around it like a closing flower.
CJ Sutherland Nov 2023
I
Bless us Oh Lord,
for these thy gifts
Which we are about to receive
from thy bounty through
Christ, our Lord Amen

II
Thou whose hand
hath brought us
onto this joyful day,
Accept our glad
Thanksgiving
and listen to us pray

III
Thank you Lord,
for all that grows
Thank you Lord
For the rainbows
Thank you Lord
For the sky and
stars that shine
Thank you Lord for
the moon and the sun.
Thank you Lord for
all you have done.

I will never forget the Thanksgiving prayer. My father offered when I was a child. He took the letters of “Thanksgiving”
And he gave them value

IV
Thanksgiving
T is for thankfulness
H is for everyone Here
A is for amen
N is for Never giving up on God
K is for kindness we show each other
S is for the Sunshine and Stars

G is for God our Lord Jesus Christ
I is for the Individuals at our table
V is for Variety of bounty the Lord gave
I is for Initiating forgiveness and love
N is for Noticing the gifts God gave us
G is for Grace and Gratitudes

It wasn’t until years later, we found out that father had cut that prayer out of the paper and he put it in the palm of his hand, and he read the poem so seamlessly we all thought he was making it up off the top of his head.

Feel free to make your personalized version
For your Thanksgiving Blessings prayer
and fill it with everything that would
be of your family’s gifts and blessings

Happy Thanksgiving
May God bless you and your family

I encourage you to write your Thanksgiving prayer
traditions in the comments
May your house be full of love and the word of God as you gather together for everything you were thankful for God bless us all
Star BG Dec 2017
My feet are like turning wheels,
breath the gasoline,
road signs smiles of others.

My path opens at crossroad
where positive thoughts propel.  
Where birds surround
encouraging me to sing.

Feelings,
become focal points
as I glide with grace.
Eyes a glass pond
to see visions grand.

RED Lights flash,
giving time to stop
and be my own observer
of life.

YELLOW,
a chance to rev up my dreams
with abundance of memories.

GREEN,
like a flag waved at car race
to release my forward motion.

Driving up mountain,
I tap into speedometer of heart
guided by the suns rays.

Hour unveil cloudless sky,
painted by blue horizon.
Cruse controls set,
provides enjoyment
as breeze touches consciousness
of moment divine.

A moment where my own vehicle
radiates with freedom
to maneuver inside gift of life
inside gratitudes fuel.

And the trophy, is mine.


StarBG © 2017
The minute I awoke up I had a vision of my car as my sacred form. Then the poem emerged. Happy reading!
Star BG Oct 2017
Kissing my journey      
with words of gratitude
I dance,
spiraling, turning, celebrating,
life experiences.

At end of day
I kiss
the human vessel
that aids my walk.

I kiss my feet for its movement.
Hands for holding.
Arms for reaching
Fingers for typing.

I kiss my heart that beats.
Eyes that see beauty.
Lungs that caresses breath.
Hair weaving with wind.

I kiss my knees that hold me.
Head that expands.
Hips that sway.
Cells that travel.

I kiss with gratitudes voice
all parts
and The Divine
for the
blessings of each day and the gifts I have.
Inspired by
Bianca Reyes
Devon Brock Oct 2019
Mrs. Parr made us write letters
to the hammering man that lived
in the radiators of those cold
Beechfield elementary rooms.

He got a lot of mail that winter - '70 to '71,
and we scratched our gratitudes
on the four line papers, certain
to keep our ascenders and descenders
in time and in tune with the peals
of iron and steam.

It wasn't until '77 that I got a grip
on thermodynamics and realized
there was no man in the heat
of those cold Beechfield rooms,

No giving hand with a maul
to pound away the nails of frost
and loose the stiff knuckles
of a chattering hand.

But back in '71, when mercury
pressed against iron, too young
to formulate disbelief,
we gave our penciled thanks
to the hammering man
that once had wrought relief.

— The End —