Some Thanksgiving Inspired Acrostics

Sated!!!

Tales oft told

Under pressure, with such

Flair, affective as it may

Find itself to be, the deadened nerve

In which, observation etches it’s one true mark, one

Never to ignore, one overzealous to the touch, a crutch, my
Gluttony! is devoured full.

Gradations haunt the varied steps of lost

Realms newly felt, where cursive slants control the lead

And starts to blush unto, italicizing its emphasis upon the

Varied spectacles alive in

You

You

Are

My

Salvation

Salvation

Willingly permitted

Entry to the

Emphatic search for change

That’s urge had forever imprisoned you

Pour on the afterglow, with a glistening tint

Observed as tints that sparkle

Through

All

That

Overshadows the easily ignored

Postures held

Inside, where

Enigmas now freely breathe

Breathing

Enters and

Escapes

The executioners

Severed scape

Forever

Alive,

My

Internal

Light, begins with

You

Voiced

Environs

Grant

Extrinsic

Trembling.  Here, our every

Awe, speaking as if each syllable is our most primal,

Basic to the core, yet never

Limited as is found in the neophyte, where knowledge is

Elementary, broadening each of our experiences, through

Subtleties that shape the form within

Terror is the basis for those emotions

Unknown.  We shed our skin.  We begin anew. A

Reformation clearly focusing our mental

Kinship towards all those

Elating fluttering sidesteps that

You cannot attempt to comprehend.

 Well, didn't really have the time to get on board yesterday, too much going on.  But over at D'Verse a lot of great Acrostics can be found.  The link's close for new submissions, but they are immortalized for one's poetic pleasure.  I definitely recommend  you stop on by.  Hope everyone in the states had a great Thanksgiving, and for those not, I hope your Thursday was a great one.

A Thanksgiving Tale

This is a short story that I originally posted earlier tonight on my Tumblr feed. It's kind of odd how this began.  That feed is basically a place I write jokes, many of them pretty bad.  Well, I wanted to write a Thanksgiving Joke, so I thought the Turkey in Bowling could be used when paired against the Holiday.  But this piece took over.  

Hope you all enjoy.  Have a Happy Thanksgiving

Michelle was a single mom. She was barely keeping things together as it was.  She did have a coupon for a free 20 lb bird, a sack of potatoes, an apple pie and some assorted vegetables.  Her local grocery store had the same promotion they run every year, where you cash in your shopping points for various prizes.  The Thanksgiving meal is one of the big ones, and she saved up for it as she did every year.  

On her way to the store, a few hours before it closed for the weekend, only three days before the holiday.  She saw these vets, wounded and malnourished standing outside an alms booth.  She didn’t have any money to give them, but she slowed down as they were talking.  It wasn’t just their stories that they were telling; instead they were universal, of people just like them, but moreover, just like anyone, anyone at all.  

Michelle started crying, knowing that this could easily have been her. She couldn’t help thinking that no matter how bad she thinks she has it, there are those worse, much worse off out there, how this clichéd saying is not a cliché at all.

She bowed her head as they offered her God’s blessing.  She redeemed her rewards and went out the opposite door.  She kept her head down, making sure to evade these men.   Eventually she made it over to her car, but the uncomfortable feeling would not dissipate let alone disappear.

On her way home, she couldn’t get these men out of her head.  All those stories, all those people in their stories remained.  

The next day she waited for her babysitter to stop over as she does every Monday.  It was her outlet night, where her and the girls would meet for a night of bowling.  She was reminding her sitter the emergency contact numbers, the sitter nodded without really listening, as they’re the same every time.   But this time, Michelle had a thought, one she could not shrug off.

She was driving down the street to the alley and pulled into the parking lot where her girls were already waiting for her.  She got out, hugged her friends and asked if someone could help her out.

Each girl took a container; Michelle had the largest of the bunch.  They crossed the street and entered a shelter.  She thought there had to be some reason that those men had told their stories the day before.  That she couldn’t get them out of her mind and how it couldn’t be a mere coincidence that their shelter was across from the lanes she bowls every week.

There she met up with someone working hard.  None of the ladies could believe how many people were on cots in the one section.  But when they passed through into the main area, their jaws hit the floor.  It seemed like hundreds of people were either sitting down with a small portion of bread and soup or in line for that precious meal.

She told the man how the story she heard the day before affected her, and presented him all the food she had and while not enough, perhaps it could help some out.  

The man was ecstatic by her generosity but assured her they barely have enough hands to go around here.  That there was no way they could afford to send any out looking for alms.  He asked, “are you sure they said they were from here,” to which Michelle nodded and uncontrollably she welled up pretty quickly, almost simultaneously with the man thanking god and looking to the ceiling as he did so.  

They walked out and as they did a young child came up to her leg, wrapped her arms around her left one and hugged her, whispering a muffled thank you.

The girls left and went across the street and bowled.

In the third game, the league had a contest every major holiday, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter.  Any one to bowl three consecutive strikes in the fourth, fifth and sixth frames, wins a monstrous bird.  

What would happen was amazing.  The girls were not great bowlers, Michelle in particular.  But on that night, not one, not two, not three, but all four of them bowled turkeys that night.

The following evening, Michelle and her kids took the four birds with them and decided to spend the evening at the shelter, eating amongst the needful, but also to assist anyway they could.  And this particular Thanksgiving, her children learned a lesson elsewhere they never could

Happy Thanksgiving

Well, I hope everyone is getting ready for a hopefully pleasant day with friends and family.  I hope everyone is anticipating the feast at hand, some Turkey, of course, sweet potato pie, with marshmallows for sure, some type of vegetable, corn bread or biscuits perhaps, some dressing and all though I can not for it, I know most enjoy their cranberry sauce so I'll included it too.

Anyhow, just whipped this piece up, kind of all over the place, but think I tied it together nicely midway through.  Anyways, enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving.

And for those who do not celebrate this holiday, celebrate life in your own way, as one should each and every day, where giving thanks should, of course, accompany.

A BIT OF A DIFFERENT KIND OF THANKSGIVING PRAYER

We hurt the ones we love,

Yet love the ones we hurt

Primal beast within

Suppressed desires clawing out

A variety of intention unearthed

We dream of life

Yet live in dream

We hold high the standards of the day

Yet the days are standards in themselves

We speak with tongues,

When one language would do

Higher the spirit resists its flight

The mightier the pen grows in its might

Holding back, tension mounts

And from here, plots amass in count

Rigid bylines aptly grieve

Over directions too hard to read

Soft in sections, not in all

Yet biology in and of itself,

Has sectioned each of us extremely well,

Back and forth the flag does flow

Under cloudy cover its stars do blow

Flapping frenetic in the wind

Caring little for the air that’s thin

Shining proud all it bears

Caring only for the colors that it wears

Thanksgiving—for so many things

Home, Family, Country, God

Though reign supreme, on this day of giving thanks

As we bow our heads this very day,

Before a table built by man,

And all his many ancestors,

That labored in condition and sacrifice

To make possible,

All the every fruit we share tonight

Thanksgiving,

For all that is, for all that was

For all the futures distant/near,

We pay homage and give thanks

For the gift of living out each day

And relishing in the every incongruity it brings

Those that makes us who we are

Those that show us who we were

Those that show us who we can be

Happy Thanksgiving