louis gander, 17 lutego 2013
(from a woman's perspective...)
Damp were the petals, kissed by the dew,
on bright, vibrant rose held up for my view -
from soft velvet fingers and unweathered skin
from one faithful heart full of true love within.
The rose was exquisite, so perfect to see -
with flower now open so beau-ti-ful-ly.
It seemed to rest easy on leaves of bright green -
(if now, you could only imagine the scene).
Behind that great gift was another one too -
who whispered poetically, "Oh, how I love you!"
It floated from voice so familiar to me
that stopped my whole world - instantly, briefly.
He caught me off-guard and I must concede
that inside his heart was a great love indeed.
For there behind raised arm, so patient and mild -
I saw the cute face of my very own child.
Reached, I there down - and speaking in prose,
I said, "Thank you child." accepting the rose.
And then to the side, I gave curtain a push -
and sure enough missing, my rose from rose bush.
But forced I a smile and gave him a kiss -
for this is one day that I'll soon reminisce.
His innocent countenance had drawn me to pray,
"Thank you, dear Lord, for my child today."
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 15 lutego 2013
"Love our dear Valentine" we always say,
whenever we think of Valentine's Day.
Big hugs and kisses and also some fun -
is love's expression for our 'special one'.
Flowers, dinner, and maybe some wine -
as we treat our 'sweethearts' especially fine.
But oh, long ago on one fateful day -
when we threw our greatest of loves away -
Hatred surpassed all the love we had won -
as hugs were not there when the nailing begun.
Thorns replaced flowers, and then sour wine -
and that's how we treated our Lord divine."
Love our dear Valentine" we always say,
but how do we love the Savior today?
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louis gander, 13 lutego 2013
With waves that crash upon the beach,
my love rolls further in to reach -
and further up, they roll some more -
I haven’t loved like this before.
I never thought I’d fall in love,
but you’re the one I’m dreaming of.
I close my eyes in your embrace,
and still I see your lovely face.
I kiss your lips and hold you close
but never get my final dose.
We hug so tightly for so long -
in arms of love we both belong.
I peer into your pretty eyes -
oh, please don’t love the other guys.
Their love for you can’t be this strong -
and can’t be tear-filled for as long.
Each time I think about your pain,
I cry but it is all in vain -
yet nature knows the sun won’t shine,
until her raindrops fall with mine.
So when it rains just think of me,
my tears of love will always be.
With every tear of mine I cry.
I’ll wash your pain and hurt good-bye.
I’ll kiss each sore, each scar, each kind -
until your smiling face I find.
I’ll kiss you often and so deep.
Please tell me that I’m yours to keep!
The rain will end and will succumb
to colors when the rainbows come.
And as the sun shines bright above
it will expose our perfect love.
When we’re apart, I’m very blue,
I just can’t get enough of you.
Your lovely hair, your pretty nose,
your perfect legs, your tiny toes…
As every wave keeps rolling in,
I cannot hold my love within.
My thoughts run quickly – run so deep,
but you my Love, I’ll always keep.
Your beauty cannot be replaced.
Your silhouette, my memory traced.
You are so perfect – know it’s true.
Oh, please believe that I love you.
My love is soft and does ignite
a cry for you each lonely night.
There’s something special deep inside
which you and I can never hide.
You stole my heart. It’s all yours, but
it’s very fragile - delicate.
So promise me, that you won’t break
this tender heart, if you should take.
For if your love, away should fly,
my soul would shriek and I would die.
The earth would shake. With stomach curled,
they’d hear me scream around the world.
I’d get so sick and turn away -
I’d die a million times that day.
I love you more than you could know -
So never, ever let me go.
The water’s vast between each shore -
but this is true - I love you more.
My waves of love keep rolling in.
Together, may our lives begin?
As I need air – I so need you -
so please, my Love - please love me too.
Tell me yes and not just maybe -
be my Princess, Barbie baby.
If there are tears, I’ll kiss them dry,
so smile with me and do not cry.
Walk close with me on golden sands,
forever always, hand in hand.
©2010 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
louis gander, 12 lutego 2013
Before we both met - so lonely I was.
I cannot explain it - but maybe because....
Two rabbits were playing in grasses, lush green -
enjoying the sunshine - a sight so serene.
Two love birds were playing and choosing a path -
still making life’s choices, while taking a bath.
Two flowers were growing, though so intertwined -
but not at all trapped and supporting in kind.
Two ducks in the water - a hen and a drake,
were always together - on their private lake.
One day very lonely - the sun would soon set -
but then I saw something I’d never forget.
There, two lovers kissing, embraced on the shore.
It burned in my memory – as never before.
I peered in the water but all I could see -
was my lone reflection - a lonely 'one' (me).
The sun set behind them, the outline of two –
but I kept on dreaming - of being with you.
And now that I met you – I’m happy because,
I remember how lonely - how lonely I was....
I’m glad that I waited – great patience a plus –
My memory’s now real when others see us....
as lovers on beaches with magical charms -
we’re wrapped in caresses, in each others’ arms.
None will know passion - or ever forget -
as we are embracing in our silhouette -
still kissing each other as passions arise -
in silhouette fashion - against evening skies.
©2010 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
louis gander, 9 lutego 2013
The muscles tighten in my face
and tears come to my eyes -
each time I think of how you hurt
or hear your helpless cries.
You know if I could help you out,
I'd stop your pain today.
I'd use my little magic wand
to whisk them all away.
But if my magic wand was broke,
I'd buy them all with cash -
and then I'd torch each single one
and turn them into ash.
But if I couldn't burn them up
I'd open up your heart -
I'd take your sorrows- all of them -
and tear them all apart.
But if I couldn't tear them up
then I'd go to great length -
to throw your burdens off a cliff,
with every ounce of strength.
But if I wasn't strong enough
I'd haul them, height and breadth -
then watch them all splash overboard
into the ocean's depth.
But if your burdens didn't sink,
I'd work for many years -
right along beside you where
I'd kiss away your tears.
But if I couldn't dry your tears
I'd wish beyond degree -
that all your hurts would melt away
until you're bright with glee.
More tears go streaking down my cheeks.
I see you in great pain -
and now I've proven I can't help.
My work is all in vain.
Oh, how it saddens me to know
that I can't do a thing.
Yet God can heal your broken heart -
and that's why angels sing...
So smile awhile and lift your voice -
a voice so filled with love!
For those who hate will wallow here -
as you ascend above!
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 7 lutego 2013
FOR MANY YEARS they crowded me -
they grew so very tall...
but You, my Lord, had stunted me -
created me so small.
They pushed me off and stole the sun,
and rose up to the sky...
but every year You held me down,
and I had wondered why.
The winds and rain blew very hard
beneath them I was crushed...
and You, my Lord, had gone away,
my blaring screams were hushed.
For many years this happened -
and they'd ignore my plea...
and You, my Lord, seemed not to care,
when they would laugh at me.
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So many years have passed since then -
a hundred years or so...
yet you, my Lord, answered my prayers,
and patience helped me grow.
A million weeds had laughed at me -
yet long ago they passed...
and you, dear Lord, protected me,
just as my prayers had asked.
For many years Your little tree -
was pushed around by weed...
but oh, dear Lord, You strengthened me
and met my every need.
And now today, I tower high.
I'm seen for many miles -
but oh, dear Lord, You taught me well,
and humbled all my smiles.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Psalm 37:7 (NASB) Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who carries out wicked schemes.
louis gander, 3 lutego 2013
I'd love to be a poet - a real one, you know -
so I could write man's world off allowing God's to glow.
I'd write a wondrous story, that we could all take part
and live it in reality - each one with perfect heart.
I'd think outside my circle, with paper, ink and pen -
and think outside my flimsy box to live in peace again -
in gardens filled with blossoms - all colors full and bold -
that I could sweep my arms across and many flowers hold.
I'd jump inside my story with animals and birds,
living in His nature and camouflaged with words -
that whisper as the breezes in true harmonic cord,
that bring us lives so unsurpassed when living with our Lord.
I'd peer up to the mountains, at several waterfalls,
that rain grace down from Heaven where every angel calls -
to show to us a perfect world where He can overwhelm -
where man rejects but God perfects His great creation's realm.
I'd never hide inside my world, but fully would expect -
that men would treat each other with a solemn, deep respect -
that women dress with modesty and also could endow -
that girls learn to curtsy slow and boys would learn to bow.
I'd stroll inside my poem free from envy, sin and hate -
and walk beside still waters where 'the way' is always straight.
And I shall keep on writing true for many, many years -
until I see no longer through my sad and yearning tears.
I'd love to be a poet - a real one, you know -
so I could write man's world off allowing God's to glow.
I'd write a wondrous story, that we could all take part
and live it in reality - each one with perfect heart.
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 2 lutego 2013
The sun was rising in the east
behind some hitching posts -
and weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.
But I wore fancy cowboy duds,
I was a handsome sight.
A crowd of people gathered 'round
to watch this old gun fight.
The street was dead and empty
except for sin and I -
and how I ended up out here,
I'm really not sure why.
A bullet? Very perilous
if we've no self-control -
and sin is much more dangerous,
because it kills the soul.
Now noon met with humidity.
The sun was dry and hot.
Some beads of sweat rolled down my face -
my stomach, in a knot.
But no, I wasn't nervous -
though duel had begun.
I counted out ten paces -
then turned and drew my gun.
But sin is faster, furious -
much quicker than the eye.
Oh please! Dear Lord and Saviour -
I do not want to die!
And then... in just an instant,
I dropped down to my knees.
I fell as peace passed over me
and felt the gentle breeze.
But something stood in front of me.
Its shadow crossed my face.
I then saw Jesus on that cross.
He took my very place.
Ashamed, I dropped my pistol.
My pride was killed that day -
as I pulled off my fancy boots
and flung my hat away.
Now humbled on the dusty street
with crowded eyes on me -
my every pride had vanished as
I learned humility.
In faithfulness, I stood again,
though I was at a loss...
Oh, how could Jesus love me so
from that old rugged cross?
The sun was setting in the west
behind some hitching posts.
And weathered boards, on buildings old,
had nothing left to boast.
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 31 stycznia 2013
I wander yonder over hills where those before me trod -
aimlessly through wants and needs. I find it somewhat odd.
I wander yonder guessing so and pay a heavy price -
by following some friends I have and words of ill-advice.
I wander yonder through my life and laugh along the way -
deceiving self, believing I am happy every day.
I wander yonder up until the day I get so old -
a speck of truth will be revealed that I had not been told.
I wander yonder 'til the time that I begin to ponder -
God's great faithful, loving Son, so full of grace and wonder.
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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louis gander, 29 stycznia 2013
. . . . and bring our love around again in selfless peace that has no end -
as with a circle bright and true, is love of fam'ly, love of friend -
though some may laugh while others grieve, forgiveness we can sure achieve,
through God's vast blessings scattered 'round so those in need can hence receive -
the Son of God who's virgin born - through whip and nails and piercing thorn -
our sacrifice, the ultimate - a perfect Savior, bloody, torn -
because God loved and likewise we, bring certain hope that others see -
these blessings of a risen Lord so that they too could also be
in peace that's pure as snowy dove while singing praise to God above -
while standing faithful hand in hand in this, our circle filled with love . . . .
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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