At the approach of this year's Thanksgiving Day,
I thank God to be alive and for the privilege to say
these words to the poets who post on this site:
thanks for your verses' beauty, and wisdom, and decanted starlight.
J-Called
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Author's Notes/Comments:
The last word of the last line is, also, an allusion to the site I posted on prior to Postpoems, a site called Starlite Cafe. Random browsing brought me to it when I first went online in May, 2001. The many rules on that site (only six poems a day, corrections---even of typos---required administrative permission; and the administration deleted certain poems from time to time) prevented a sense of community. I met, however, a couple of very fine Poets---Lightening, and another gentleman, a locomotive operator on the Canadian Pacific Railway about to retire; both of whom wrote some very fine Christian poetry.
Thank you, sir. The very same
Thank you, sir. The very same to you.
And thank you, Sir.
And thank you, Sir.
Starward
Decanted is one of those
Decanted is one of those magical words and not just for bibbing. A blessed thanksgiving and gratitude all around; and to poets both present, past and emerging.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.
Starward