Tag Archives: Poetry

Slaying the Giants In Your Life

20 Sep

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders


“Winning Against Worry”

You can win the battle and live victoriously-

Worry is an unhealthy vice that attacks you and me.

“Worry is an old man with bended head-

carrying a load of feathers that he thinks is lead.”

Anxiety is ultimately foolish because it concerns that which isn’t-

it deals with the “what if” and “could be”

As long as we entertain the “worst case scenario”

We guarantee our own misery.

At the moment, I feel like David.

A smile has replaced a frown-

I am standing on the promises of God, my Savior-

'WORRY, you are going DOWN!!!"

The Cat Who Charmed the Dickens Out of Dickens

13 Sep

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

MASTER’S CAT

It is no secret that I love cats-

They make a most loyal friend.

So, needles to say

When I read a story that touches my heart.

My enthusiasm has no end.

English novelist, Charles Dickens

Was a great fan of dogs and birds,

But cats were banned from his home.

Much to his chagrin, all that changed

When his daughter was given a kitten as a gift

That had free rein to roam.

The cat was christened William,

Which was a source of mirth-

William became “Williamina”

Shortly after giving birth!

The feline family was to “stay in the kitchen”

“In a box (can you BELIEVE?)”

Well, needless to say, THAT didn’t happen-

Williamina had other plans “up her sleeve”

One by one she carried her kittens into the study-

But naturally they couldn’t stay!

They were ordered “back to the kitchen”-

Determined, Williamina would have her way.

After two attempts to hide them in the study

She vowed “not to go down in defeat.”

This time she boldly walked up to Dickens

And dropped the kittens at his feet!

Then she looked up at him imploringly

And “begged to stay” with her eyes.

Permission was finally granted-

Much to everyone’s surprise.

The kittens enjoyed the privilege of climbing up the curtains

And scampering across the desk in great fun.

When old enough, all were found good homes,

But Dickens couldn’t find it in his heart to part with one.

Because it was deaf and could not hear its name,

He left it go at that.

Instead, he was known throughout the house

Simply as “The Master’s Cat”.

Indeed he was, he followed Dickens

Like a dog around the house-

And would sit quietly by him as he wrote,

As quiet as a mouse.

Not that The Master’s Cat didn’t demand attention,

After all, he had an ego that had to be fed.

One night Dickens sat in his study,

Completely engrossed as he read.

Suddenly the candle flickered out-

Dickens didn’t notice the cause.

He relit the candle and began to read-

Again, the cat put out the flame with his paws.

A minute ore two later, the candle flickered again.

Dickens looked up just in time- what he saw made him grin!

The author set his book aside

And played with the cat.

He would share the story with his family the next day.

“What do you think of THAT!”

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6 Sep

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

For everyone anticipating one of Louise delightful poems , I am sorry to say you will have to wait until next week. She is working on what I know will be a jewel, the title is delicious- “The Cat Who Charmed the Dickens out of Dickens”.

Listening

30 Aug

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

People need people

To validate their dreams-

No one is independent-

We all need someone, it seems.

A speaker needs a listener

To the language of his heart-

We all need recognition-

True listening is an art!

Do you truly sense the hunger

When a person speaks to you?

Or do you struggle with impatience

To express your point of view?

Let us try to open our heart

To hear the speaker’s tone-

So that we can let them know

They don”t walk alone.

Listen very carefully

To the message they convey-

Everyone needs to express

What their heart wants to say.

Keep Looking Up

23 Aug

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

          Life presents many challenges from birth to the grave

          But lift your thoughts to God above,

          He promises to save.

          God fashioned us in our mother’s womb

          So I am certain He had a plan.

          We were designed in His own image-

          To serve our fellow man.

          When I was a child, I thought as a child-

          Striving always to please-

          It took a lot of challenges

          To set my heart at ease.

          My heartfelt wish, as I was growing up,

          Was to be a caring soul.

           I desired all humanity

          To make loving others their goal.

           I know it is unrealistic

           To expect Heaven here on earth  –

           But wouldn’t it be wonderful

           If every soul felt its worth?

           Reach out and “touch someone”-

           A word of encouragement, or a smile will do.

           Your kindness will be rewarded-

    It will all come back to you.

Embrace the Promise

16 Aug

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

When we wake up in the morning

There is promise in the air.

We don’t know what the day will bring,

But the expectancy is there.

The time to be happy is now-

We have this day to explore.

Everyday is a special occasion-

What are YOU waiting for?

 “A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances,

 but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes,”-Hugh Downey

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

Woman Cures the Blues by Writing Poetry

12 Aug

My Take

DiVoran Lites

I am my own guinea pig. I figure what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, in other words, I learn things about myself all the time and wonder whether others feel the same way I do.

My latest discovery is in connection with the writing of poetry. I was in the middle of a final polish of my third novel in the Florida Springs Trilogy, Clear Spring, and I was feeling so down, I had to stop every thirty minutes to eat a teaspoon full of pecan pieces. Besides being nervous, a condition I attributed to stage fright because I was drawing near the end of my book, I also had a bad case of self-chastisement, a plethora of thoughts about how I wasn’t any good as a writer, nor as a person. I know I’m the only person in the world who ever has these thoughts, and that bothers me too. What is wrong with me?

Then I saw a Face Book call for entries for poems  about forgiveness from a Christian point of view. I was onto that like ducks on a June bug. First I started through my poetry workshop file, hmm, nothing specific on forgiveness, I usually write about more tangible things. So well, the thing to do is to start a new poem about the topic. I got so caught up in that I found the morning passing without a single bad thought or pecan piece. I wrote and rewrote. I asked my husband to read the poem to me. It was perfect except for one word. I wrote and rewrote again, this time shortening each line by two syllables. That required some word changes too. It got better. By the time I finished I was feeling mighty fine. No stage fright, no collywobbles, no cat-o-nine tails across my own shoulders. I felt ready to tackle anything, even polishing.

A similar thing happened once when my mother and I were waiting at a fish camp for our men to come home from a boat-shopping trip. It got later and later, but I didn’t have time to worry because I was working on a poem, “Bridgett’s Mustang.” You can see that poem in Bill’s, Old Things R New, “Slice of LIfe archives,” Our Trip Across America Part 9.

I need to go now, I am still working on forgiveness, and I hope to send it off within the next hour or so, then back to Clear Spring for some more polishing—stage fright free.

DiVoran’s books can be found at Rebekah Lyn Books as well as on Amazon

What Cats Can Do for You

9 Aug

 From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

Dogs are said to be “Man’s best friend”

To their owner that may be true-

But please allow me to list some things

That a cat can do for you..

Yes, I am a cat lover-

I grew up with them, you see-

Never allowed to have a dog,

Cats gravitated to me.

Cats warm your lap, and

Give you someone to talk to-

They help reduce your blood pressure

As they communicate with you.

Cats are so easy to entertain-

They can turn a bottle cap into a toy.

They display daring acrobatic feats

That turn “hum drum” into joy.

Cats make you more aware of birds.

I used to have so many-

But since the Lord sent those cats-

I find I don’t have ANY!

Cats teach you how to “land on your feet”-

And how to “lick your wounds and go on”.

They contribute to living a longer life-

As your affection they try to “con”.

They remind us that life is mysterious-

They share the “all is well” purring with you.

They make an old worn couch look beautiful!

You can see why I love cats- can’t you!

Gratitude

19 Jul

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

 

“I have learned to enjoy the little things-

there are so many of them”

GRATITUDE

 

I thank God for His blessings-

Waking up each morning is one.

There is so much promise in the air,

So many victories to be won..

It is all age-related-

What is your expectancy?

To pass all the “tests” of the day-

Whatever they may be?

 

We all face challenges

That tax our existence-

But one must persevere

In spite of their persistence.

 

Hold on to your values-

Stand up for what you believe.

If God is at the forefront-

He will help you to achieve!

 

 

“Enjoy the little things,

For one day you may look back

And realize they were the big things”

Robert Brault

 

The Disease to Please

21 Jun

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

                                   
                                     I am suffering a debilitating disease-
                                     Self-diagnosed as “The disease to please”.
                                     I can’t even tell you when it began-
                                     I never knew it was common to man.
                                     It compels you to say “yes” to every request-
                                     It silently steals your time and your zest
                                     I struggled for years to form the word “No”-
                                     When I finally did, it amazed me so.
                                    I actually believe that is the cure for me-
                                    That one little word has set me free!
                                    Time is so precious, I must take control-
                                    New freedom for mind, spirit, and soul.
                                    Be aware, dear friends, I am working on me.
                                    No longer a prisoner to “yes”- I am free!
                                                “Pardon me, what was it that you wanted to know?
                                               I can’t hear you…..but the answer is NO.”