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Anais Vionet Nov 2020
Happiness isn’t forbidden, so reach for it.
Look for missing love, or sip the wine of love.
If love demands, pay the price and rejoice, delight,
enjoy - this holiday, put your heart into it.
Reach out and Zoom with friends far away from home.
Have a happy turkey day, let nothing take your joy away.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Cam Nov 2020
The people you love,
will always be there
to fill your soul with laughter,
to fill your heart with warmth,
to set the table and pass the food,
to make a toast and cheer to the good times.

Family is forever.
COVID is not.

Happy thanksgiving!
pnam-TX Nov 2020
2020 Thanksgiving

On this season of Thanksgiving
I thank God almighty and you
For love feelings only you bring
Days weeks and months we flew
Over lands of joy and delights
Trepidation but with conviction
Love angels holds string to kites
Storms rain snow it stops to none
Today we celebrate sublime moments
Time may cease the somatic sense
Tomorrow howbeit sunshine or torrents
For eternity our love forever mense
So in this season of Thanksgiving
I thank again God almighty and you
For soulmate melodies only you string
Eternal bonds of love so true
Feeling thankful
Anais Vionet Nov 2020
Thanksgiving is almost here,
annoying school bells have stopped ringing.
Turkeys are huddling, out of sight,
and the garbage men are singing.

We’re beginning to prep side dishes,
slicing, dicing, mashing, peeling,
and I’m smiling ‘cause I feel myself
swept up in holiday feelings.

I hope that Macys is ready
for their seasonal parade.
We’ll be watching as we start to cook
the banquet that we’ve made.

I’m wishing everyone plenty,
as we shelter in our homes.
On this tame 2020 holiday,
that we’re spending home alone.
We're in the Holidays now! Woot!
South City Lady Nov 2020
our palms form steeples
where friendships and family
fed a lean year -
sails align with stars' constancy,
assurances that celestial visions
will chart our course
from inter coastal brine
toward Prussian blue sea-spray
unfiltered sunlight,
blissful afternoons await
beyond today's uncertainty
splayed clouds break, reforming
parceled dreams,
awaken your heart to feel
the healing days outstretched,
this gravitational pull of love
jǫrð Nov 2020
Thanked me for flowers
Printed across my breast, Odd
You're welcome I guess
The History: It's the busiest time of the year. I wore my favorite shirt today. You pointed it out and even thanked me for it; which perked my ears. Freud is blushing somewhere.
rayma Nov 2020
when we first came to this land,
blood was shed for our entitlement.
when we first came to this land,
we took the things that were never ours
and trampled its native growth.
when we first came to this land,
we instilled in it a sickness that may never be cured;
we tarnished sacred lands with greed we call virtue,
and when we did so, we stood on the throat of humanity.

there are some people who are doomed to repeat history.
there are some people who will trample native growth,
spread sickness,
and stand on the throats of our people.
with the heavy weight of six centuries upon our shoulders
we stand,
a hobbled nation no longer able to stride,
heads held high,
through this sea of blood without meeting challenge.

with six centuries passed, we commit genocide anew.
it is not the native growth that suffers,
but the very peddlers of greed who are infected
by the sickness of consequence.
but they alone will not suffer.
as we march through this new iteration of history
wearing death masks instead of cloth,
thousands of innocents lose their lives
in a battle of which they were never a part.

the single day that we dedicate to gratitude,
the one day of the year some remember
to give thanks in between passing heavy dishes,
is not a commemoration of discovery.
it is a commemoration of consequence and greed.
and six centuries later,
it is our own people who we will massacre with the cry of freedom.
This year, I'm celebrating Indigenous Peoples' Day by staying home and staying masked. America's history is a ****** one, but there's no reason why we can't stop history in its tracks. With Covid-19 cases continuing to rise and falling further from our control, please rethink your plans if you're gathering with people outside your home this Thanksgiving. Anyone can get the virus, and your need to gather with family while others remain stuck in isolation could **** your parents, your grandparents, your nieces/nephews, and even you. Holidays happen every year, there's no reason why you can't miss just this one. Please stay safe and celebrate responsibly. Wishing everyone out there lots of love and healing, and a quick recovery to those infected/effected by the pandemic ❤
Sarah Richardson Oct 2020
Seeing it again
That innocent view
Undisturbed eyes
Bright, clear and new
Open

Feeling it again
Pastures of grass and light
Butterflies as fairies
Magic is true sight
It feels so good

To be open
To feel alive
Excited to be alive

I am human
Imperfect naive little human
But it's so hard to Be
I have to give us some sympathy
This is a frightening journey
But I am doing it

Prouder
Stronger
Open
Here

This experience is art
My Life is a symphony
The human experience an exhibition
It's all so tragic and beautiful
I love it

Thankful
Prouder
Stronger
Open
Here
AF Sep 2020
given name
given ***
given the eyes of a billion
spectacles that look you
up and down, giving because
they have to give.
what to do then?
1. grip the silver lining
and begin a journey
(REPEAT, REPEAT)
2. face the glass doors
that lead to a different forest and bring
the honey back
to the hive
you must give
who are you?
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