Poetry and Prose

Poetry that makes you think... (Yes, you may print out any poem as long as the copyright is included) God is great! ~louis gander

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

We Have A Choice 10-15-14


My friends and I just hung around
in places one might find profound -
on maples, oaks and other trees -
because, you see, we were mere leaves.

The autumn winds, oh how they blew.
They made us dance and wiggle too.
Deception's lie rode in the wind
had made us 'want' and we had sinned.

The bees were buzzing in their hive.
It wasn't fair they were alive.
It wasn't fair that we weren't free
for we were stuck here on this tree.

But then my friends had found, one day,
just how to ride a special way.
They laughed and giggled by and by
upon the wind.  How they could fly!

So gaily and so selfishly,
they joked around so carelessly.
Exciting times, it seemed they had.
They thought it funny they were bad.

"Come join the party we will throw."
They taunted me and screamed, "Let go!"
My friends had left me one by one,
but wicked winds are never done.

The windy, frigid swirling air
had tortured me.  It didn't care.
Except for me, the tree was bare
and I was so alone up there.

Oh yes, temptation had its grip -
but I held on despite the whip
of winds that howled around the limbs.
For I had faith and gospel hymns.

I prayed and prayed to God above,
for He had shown me so much love.
My friends had fallen, didn't know
they now were buried under snow.

The moral of the story here?
Don't be deceived by friend or peer.
Just listen to God's still, small voice.
He gave His Son.  We have a choice.

©2014 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 7:13-14 (NASB)
The Narrow and Wide Gates
13 “Enter through the narrow gate;
for the gate is wide and the way is broad that leads to destruction,
and there are many who enter through it.
14 For the gate is small and the way is narrow that leads to life,
and there are few who find it.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Reach Out In Love 10-12-14


Each lonely tear ran down a cheek
not caring of another.
And each absorbed in selfish woe
did not know of the other.

Oh, how can we be any good
just thinking of ourselves?
And how can we become like Christ,
if locked inside our shells?
Don't be afraid to break your shell.
Give sacrificially.
Reach out in love with both your arms
and live life faithfully.

Each lonely tear ran down a cheek
not caring of another.
And each absorbed in selfish woe
did not know of the other.

©2014 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Friday, September 19, 2014

One Fibber's Lies 9-19-14


Oh yes, those fibs that he had told,
repeated t'was, 'til they got old -
by his czars and Congress too.
But those who questioned?  Very few.

He promised 'hope' and promised 'change' -
but what we got was really strange.
Yes!  Keep your doctor, keep your nurse!
Sure!  Keep your wallet and your purse...

Began in Senate, tax bill was,
but care what's legal?  Why, because -
what, promised he, was better than
our current "bad" insurance plan.

So then he took his phone and pen -
and offered bribes again, again,
He offered things that weren't legit -
until it passed (to learn what's in it).

His fibs were sold, retold and cooked -
and oh, the folks who came to look!
Spite, spewed he, among the classes...
festered hate between the masses.

One more fiasco, his 'Exchange'.
Two dozen times his law would change
without the Congress or a bill -
but as a king there on 'the hill'.

Rates too high?  Forget your troubles!
The big surprise?  Deductibles!
 "Affordable", the biggest lie -
now we, the people cry and die.

Yes, some bought in to 'plan' they praised -
then lost their savings to his ways.
Death Panels spy the old and youth.
But some weren't duped.  We knew the truth.

Now 'we the people' scream and shout
until good 'change' will come about.
Protest it in each language spoken:
"You can't fix what isn't broken!"

You lied and lied but cannot force -
Americans to pay, of course -
to corporate greed and CEOs -
whose morals dropped to record lows.*

When selfishness and profits meet,
health care sure takes a far back seat.
Deceiving minds of God's creation,
they love money - not the Nation.

Now it's okay they have huge clout
but really, what's it all about?
...huge salaries or good health care?
Tell us, please, is this all fair?

It really eats inside my craw
they're living high on mandate's law.
Responsibilities we'll kill
if others pay my health care bill.

From elderly to babe's in cribs,
good health care lost to liar's fibs.
And who will count each one who dies -
because of just one fibber's lies?

©2014 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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1 Timothy 6:10 (KJV)
"For the love of money is the root of all evil:

which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith,
and pierced themselves through with many sorrows."

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*http://www.healthcare-now.org/health-insurance-ceo-pay-skyrockets-in-2013

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

In Our Uncertain World 09-09-14


So blessed we are to live a life apart from evil gun -
where worshiping and liberty are free for everyone.
Please don't be so uncaring here with all our ease and fun -
and give in love abundantly - for we have much.  Them?  None.
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Am I too poor to pray to God?  Too young to ask for aid?
I feel a bit inadequate and I was so afraid.
My story's not exciting but, here are the cruel facts:
Deny our true and living God or pay their heavy tax.

Their's isn't a religion - but a twisted, evil cult.
And most don't understand it all, so hence here's the result:
We now live in a little tent not far from evil guns.
Uprooted from our home, we were - and lost all our possessions.

My parents cry and pray a lot.  My brothers, sister too -
but evil sin is powerful, so what are we to do?
I'm certain you are thankful that you're not a refugee.
I'm living with my parents here because I am Iraqi.

I walk around our little tent on dry and sandy sod
and wonder when we'll all be saved by our almighty God.
I'm not quite sure how many weeks or months we can survive
but I have faith and thank my God that we are still alive.

There isn't any grocery store to buy some food and drink.
Oh, why have we been banished here?  My hunger makes me think.
And though our hunger hurts us so, we still have many fears.
Will we be safe another night protected by our tears?

Our God could strike the enemies of love, respect and hope.
With prayer, our only weapon, we survive and learn to cope.
We thank those nations everywhere who have their flags unfurled
in charity for all of us in this uncertain world.
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So blessed we are to live a life apart from evil gun -
where worshiping and liberty are free for everyone.
Please don't be so uncaring here with all our ease and fun -
and give in love abundantly - for we have much.  Them?  None.

©2014 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Apple Butter 9-7-14



So many things just disappeared
forever with my mother.
Mom's apple butter's almost gone
and there won't be another.
But I can taste it.  Sure, I can!
It's not like any other.
Except for grandma, no one made it
quite as good as mother.

But now a silence fills her room.
Oh, how can I rejoice -
with not a hymn to listen to
nor her familiar voice?
All gone, her clothes and furniture.
No fragrance greets my nose.
No flower pots or nature's bloom.
At last, her door I close.

I close it on so many things
I'll never again see.
And apple butter, now all gone,
is just a memory...
So I sit back and close my eyes
here in my fav'rite chair -
where I can see her making more,
more apple butter there...

©2014 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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