Tag Archives: Poetry

CHARLEY’S ANGELS

7 Jun

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

You have heard of “Charley’s Angels”,

But these are quite unique!–

They were born during Hurricane Charley

When the winds were at their peak

They were the start of my WindowWonders

Their appearance was a shock to my eyes.

One by one they came out of our shed-

Their appearance was a disturbing surprise!

I had such mixed emotions-

“Lord, is this really true?

You know my husband doesn’t like cats-

What am I to do?”

The Lord doesn’t make mistakes-

Our future is foreseen

He sent the cats for me to love-

Definitely not to be mean.

“Big Momma” is a disciplinarian,

Who rules her kids with her paw-

But, conversely so, her affection

Has filled my heart with awe!

They truly are a family,

Bonded in loyalty-

Their protection of one another

Is a sight worthy to see.

It took awhile to name them-

Personalities came into play

“Big Momma”, “Ginger”, “Pepper” and “Tinkerbell

Bonded in every way.

“Corky” and “Angel” two black and whites

Live indoors with me-

Their presence is truly heartwarming-

Their antics a joy to see.

Have you ever had a “furry friend”

That truly communicated with you-

With tender eyes that seemed to say,

“Thank you, I love you, too”?

I don’t look forward to hurricanes-

They fill me with fear and dread-

But “Charley” truly was a blessing

Intended to bring comfort, instead!

Attitude

19 Apr

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

                                                                  ATTITUDE
                                                    We can’t control our future-
                                                     Only our attitude.
                                                     We are faced withy daily choices-
                                                     To act kindly, or be rude.
                                                     Don’t ever pray for patience-
                                                     It isn’t zapped into your head.
                                                     God will put you into situations
                                                     That will tax your spirit instead.
                                                     So don’t complain when life is hard
                                                     And you don’t know what to do-
                                                     Turn to your great Creator,
                                                     He has a plan for you.

 

Lord Help Us To Fly

18 Apr

From  the Heart

Louise Gibson

                                     The tragedy brought to light this week
                                     Has saddened hearts everywhere.
                                     Solace for the wounded and grieving
                                     Is at the heart of our fervent prayer.
                                     We mourn the loss of our fellow man-
                                     We digest the news as best we can.
                                     The Marathon, like 9-11,
                                     Has raised our voice to God in Heaven.
                                      Tragic things happen,
                                      We try to reason why.
                                      Something good must come from this-
                                      Lord, we need to fly.
                                      We must rise above the chaos,
                                      Negativity and fear-
                                     Lord, we can be overcomers
                                     As long as You are near.

I HAVE TO BE ME

12 Apr

         From the Heart

       Louise Gibson

                         I am fighting the battle of resistance.
                         I have to be me, in spite of insistence.
                         The world is doing its best night and day
                         to alter my thinking, to follow its way.
                        Commercials tell me what I should buy,
                        Etiquette dictates the “how” and the “why”.
                        Experience has proven to be my friend.
                        My values I no longer have to defend.
                        Don’t try to make me an image of you.
                        It is so refreshing to have one’s own view.
                        No longer young, my spirit tells me.
                        In spite of man’s thinking, I have to be Me!

When Do We Grow Old

5 Apr

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

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 78,”
But, getting old???”No way!”

Counting One’s Interests

29 Mar

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

“One should never count the years–one should count one’s interests. I have kept young
trying never to lose my childhood sense of wonderment. I am glad I still have a vivid curiosity
about the world I live in.”

Helen Keller, 1880-1968
Blind and Deaf American Writer and Scholar

The writer of that beautiful philosophy
expressed my sentiments so eloquently-
But I humbly acknowledge my advantage-
I can hear! And I can see!

But did she hear more clearly than I?
And did she see through the Master’s eye?
Oh, how blessed to have the Master’s touch-
to live to serve- to give so much.

May I never take for granted
the blessings of each day-
A kind word, a noble deed,
encouragement along the way.

 

Somewhere

12 Mar

Our guest contributor, Louise Gibson shared “Somewhere” a poem she wrote after her huband’s death. Enjoy- Onisha

 

                     SOMEWHERE
Somewhere there is a place for me
A place I have a need to be.
A new  plateau, a goal to met
Purpose, direction without defeat.
Oh God, give me strength to greet each day
With a cheerful countenance.
Don’t let me sway.
Please let me focus on the issues of life
That bring joy to others
To relieve their strife.
To have victory over the enemy called fear
The energy and stamina to persevere.

 

Trade-Off

7 Mar

I think I may have discovered a hidden treasure. While visiting with a friend’s mom we began discussing books and this lead to writing which led to the discovery that she has been writing for years. Of course I pounced at the chance to have her as a guest on our blog. So today I am sharing with you  Louise Gibson, a friend and poet who has a delightful sense of humor Onisha

 

 

 

Trade Off

 

Pigeons are not on my list of favorite creatures

 

They destroy my peace of mind.

 

The feeder in my yard was dwarfed

 

By pigeons of every kind.

 

 

They came each day and flapped their wings

 

As they fought for a position.

 

The feeder was too small, you see,

 

Which affected their disposition.

 

 

 

My patio used to be a place

 

Of quietness and contentment

 

Until the pigeons came in droves

 

And filled me with resentment.

 

 

 

“Lord” I cried, “I need your help

 

I cannot stand their spats.”

 

The Lord obliged, to my chagrin

 

And sent instead eight cats.

 

 

 

No squirrels, no birds, they fled in fear-

 

The cats you see, do domineer.

 

Now you find no pigeons on Chipola

 

God sent them all to Lake Eola!

 

 

 

English: A flock of domestic Rock Pigeons (Col...

Downtown Orlando at Sunrise

Downtown Orlando at Sunrise (Photo credit: camflan)

Comestibles

1 Mar

  My Take

DiVoran Lites

jungle divoran

 

 

Why do I love coffee?

Why do I love tea?

Why do I eat chocolate?

Anything wrong with me?

It’s not a form of Spirit

It’s not a thing to fear

But I like eggs and oranges

And most awfully don’t like beer.

Psalm 23: 5 He prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies

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Morning Song

31 Dec

 

According to Mary Harwell Sayler in her new book Poetry Dictionary for Children and for Fun, an aubade is: “a morning song. Sometimes it’s a love poem. Sometimes it’s a sad song, but ready or not, an aubade greets the dawn.”

Here’s an aubade for today, actually yesterday, because yesterday it was warm, today it’s cold.

Morning Song

Feed cats

Fill water bowls

Make coffee

Let cats out

Let cats in

“Good morning, husband.”

House chilly

Step out the door and into sunshine.

Tropical breeze

Take a walk

Vines in a yard hanging from a line

Purple flowers

A sycamore clatters brown leaves

“Trees of the field shall clap their hands.”*

Fallen leaves skitter, call, “come hither.”

Not yet!

Six-foot sunflowers, yellow duckies round their feet.

Turn back, work to do.

Thank God.

*Isaiah 55:12

Aubade