Tag Archives: Poetry

“Help! There’s A Kidnapper in my Apartment!”

16 Dec

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

 

 

Well, not really.
But my cat is acting like one.
I set up a miniature village under my tree,
the source of a lot of fun!

There are houses, a church, commercial buildings,
and a ski slope brings a smile.
Skiers actually go up and down,
so watching them is worth your while.

Corky, my little feline friend, watched patiently-
His eyes moving from north to south.
But curiosity got the best of him.
A little man walking down the street
wound up in Corky’s mouth!

Corky didn’t know what to do.
His captive put up no fight.
He dropped him when he looked at me.
Ha! He had to make it right!

Christmas brings out the kid in me.
My heart is filled with play
as I look to our Savior,
a God of wisdom, with us everyday.

I wish you a “Merry Christmas”
Keep looking up, dear friend.
And don’t forget to look around you,
The need for love has no end!

 

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Love is Eternal

9 Dec

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

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How do you describe it?
It is being comfortable with someone.
You don’t have to impress them.
Their heart you have already won.

 

Allow them to see your weaknesses-
they love too much to condemn.
“Oh, Lord, I am me, no other can I be.
Thank you for loving me as I am.”

 

“Just as I am, without one plea,
but that Thy blood was shed for me.
And that Thou bidest me come to Thee,
Oh, Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Amen!

So, Why Should I Be Thankful?

25 Nov

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

 

 

 

A thankful heart causes us to look upward.
It causes us to look around,
and causes us to look within
where the peace of God is found.

 

The number one secret to happiness
is a grateful heart.
Beginning our day with a prayer of gratitude
brings tranquility from the start.

 

Fear is the father of failure-
a negative emotion, to be sure.
Replace it with a positive thought-
Failure you will no longer endure.

 

Quote:

“When we choose not to focus on what is missing
from our lives, but are grateful for the abundance
that is present, we experience heaven on earth.”

Author unknown,
but is wise advice

 

 

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The Epitome of Love

18 Nov

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

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“One word frees us of the weight and pain of life, that word is “love”

The irony of that quote is it was written before Christ by a

Greek Tragedian.

 

We are so blessed to know that God came in the flesh to redeem
us back unto himself.
That was true love.

 

I thrive on love.
There is promise in the air.
I stand on the word of God.
I see Him everywhere.

 

He is in the air I breathe-
His promises fill my soul.
Without Him I can do nothing,
With Him, I am whole.

 

We are all so different-
still all of God’s own plan.
I marvel how He leads us
to support our fellow man.

 

I thirst to hear the words you speak-
I long to know your soul.
Tho diverse in our interests-
Our similarities make us whole.

 

 

God’s Plan About Love

11 Nov

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

 

 

We are here to love, to serve God and our fellow man.
What greater purpose can there be than to meet
with God’s ultimate plan?

 

His purpose is to conform us to the image of His Son.
It is God who works in us His will to be done.

 

It is human to question God’s purpose and will.
Have faith to believe, dear friend.
Soul be still!

 

It is at the end of the day when my work is done
that I have time to reflect on what God has done.

 

It was in my struggle to understand
God’s purpose in allowing death and sorrow
that led to the answer, by way of the spirit,
to face my tomorrow.

 

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The Key to Happiness is Not in Someone Else’s Pocket

28 Oct

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

We can’t control all the circumstances in life,
but we can control how we react.
An attitude of optimism lightens the load.
That truly is a fact.

Negativity is heavy,
like a backpack we should remove.
When we work on our attitude,
our whole demeanor will improve.

There is something more to life
than what we can see.
Who we really are
is our true identity.

If you want to be happy,
begin where you are.
Don’t wait for some Rapture
that’s future and far.
Begin to be joyous, determined to be glad,
and soon you’ll forget
that you ever were sad.

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The Young Men

24 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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Painting by DiVoran Lites

 

 

 

The boys aren’t children anymore,
Yet they race kites along the shore,
The splashing surf roars up, away,
While twilight steals across the bay.
So tall and strong and smart these two,
There is nothing they can’t do.
And so they string a three-tiered kite
And loop-the-loop into the night.
When tails get tangled, kites swoop down
To trail the sand along the ground.
In silhouette the men stand tall.
And, as the kite begins to fall,
They run to lift it, set it free,
Performing high for all to see
Against a burnt-sienna sky,
An acrobat a-flying high.
The boy’s are men now – how they grew!
And there’s just nothing they can’t do.

If Calories Didn’t Count

21 Oct

From the Heart

Louise GibsonA photo by Ben White. unsplash.com/photos/4K2lIP0zc_k

 

 

‘”The two biggest sellers in any book store
are the cook books and the diet books.

The cook book tells you how to prepare
the food, and the diet books tell you how
not to eat any of it.”
Andy Rooney

If calories didn’t count. we could eat whatever
we wanted
and the number on the scales wouldn’t mount.
If calories didn’t matter and wouldn’t make us
gain a pound,
We could throw away our scales,
and forget about growing round.

“Which book is in YOUR hand? : -)

Louise Gibson

A Peck of Dirt

17 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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Small child
Kneeling in the dirt,
Making mud pies
To crunch and grind
Between your teeth,
And swallow.

 

Draw a hopscotch pattern in the dirt.
With a stick from off the playground.
Throw ancient, broken glass
Onto a hopscotch square,
Pick-up broken glass
Balanced on one leg.

 

Eighth grade softball
With the other kids.
On a dirt diamond.
Never miss a ball.
Sit on it if you must.
Everybody bathe on Saturday.

When Do We Grow Old!

14 Oct

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

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I woke up in the morning,
mind refreshed and full of hope.
There is so much I want to do-
all within my scope.

 

My mind is willing, my mind alert-
I’ll spring right out of bed.
My mind is saying, “Go girl”
but my back says, “Whoa” instead.

 

Ego! Yes, ego is the culprit
in this aging game we play.
I don’t mind saying “I’m 87″
But,” getting old??? “No way!”

 

“None are as old as those who
have outlived their enthusiasm”

Henry David Thoreau

 

 

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