louis gander

louis gander, 15 february 2013

Valentine's Day

"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?

©2010 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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louis gander, 26 january 2013

A Proud American

This poem ain't a good one.
It may be crass and mean -
but if you read a few more lines,
you'll see what I have seen:
 
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I care about appearance. I'll show off latest trends.
I'll change the way I talk and act impressing all my friends.
 
Don't call me dumb and stupid. I'm not a bit insane -
yet clueless as to pricing so I angrily complain.
 
First I waste my money on some foreign plastic toy -
and then complain there are no jobs in states like Illinois.
 
I vote for those who give me stuff like total free health care -
then think I won't be paying it (naively unaware)...
 
I want a king or emperor to handle my provisions -
tell me how to act and think and make all my decisions.
 
Don't call me dumb and stupid. I'm just confused with facts.
Just promise me more goodies now. The rich can pay my tax.
 
Wow! Every time I hear you speak, my knees begin to go.
I faint within your promises - oh, how I love you so!
 
Just deposit, every month, some cash to my account -
and I'll be so contented. Keep track of my amount!
 
And 'Bill of Rights" I'll never need - so scrap them all today.
I'm in a state of ecstasy when I hear what you say.
 
Abortion I don't care about as long as it's not me.
Allow me my vacations so that I can feel free!
 
My 1st amendment, I can't use. Why bother I, to preach -
that people ought not kill or steal? ( 'cause that's for you to teach ).
 
And I don't need the 2nd so protect me from my gun.
 Shoukl someone point a gun at me, I'll just call 9-1-1.
 
"Search and seizures" - what are they? You're welcome anytime -
and I won't flush the toilet even once if it's a crime.
 
The 9th amendment's silly. I have no need for rights -
(nor my responsibilities) - so stop these petty fights.
 
The 10th amendment, I nix too, awaiting your dictates.
Let's call ourselves "United" and eliminate the "States".
 
United, we'll be holding hands as one huge human chain -
and simply jump the border here if we spin down the drain.
 
Though foreign countries snicker, I'll vote again for you.
For I'm a proud American. My insolence shines through!

©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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louis gander, 28 february 2013

All To You

Oh, just as winds will carry on -
for years and centuries,
mere words cannot describe my love.
They pass with every breeze.

The winds still make it futile
as words pass by above –
but if I could grab hold of one,
I’d grab the word called ‘love’.

Words may describe a landscape -
some animals or birds,
but never is your picture worth
a mere one thousand words.

Oh, it would take a million words,
and then a billion more -
but have you time to listen as
I stand here at your door?

For every time your doorbell rings,
you yell, “Please stay away!”
but I have yet to even knock.
I’ve found no words to say...

Your doorbell keeps on ringing though
by yet another guy -
who runs on off to other doors -
and other doorbells try.

It seems I've stood forever –
but I will never quit -
in hopes that privately your door
will open up a bit.

Mere words don't mean so very much.
Our love was meant to be -
so I’ll keep standing at your door,
until you notice me.

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And then, by chance, your door should crack
and open up a bit -
I'd show you to your porch swing and
encourage you to sit.

Should sound not find my wordless lips
I'd take my nervous arm -
and put it 'round your shoulders with
a meek romantic charm.

Mere thoughts would run throughout my head -
for possibly a mile -
but then I'd hold your hand a bit -
as we sat there awhile.

My passion and my energy
could not hold back the bliss -
so then I'd lean right over and
I'd give your cheek a kiss.

I'd hold you close there in my arms
emotions on the move -
and there I'd stay committed as
my fervent love would prove.

The sun would set, but there we'd sit
in one prolonged embrace -
as words would still be meaningless
when I look in your face.

Oh, guys would still come knockin' -
recite their newest line -
but love cannot be broken now -
as you're forever mine.

And girls, also, just like words,
lack all their meaning too.
For I have packaged all my love -
and give it all to you.

~gander Copyright 2013


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louis gander, 27 november 2011

I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder how a tree
can stand the way it does -
so crooked, gnarled and twisted.
I wonder what it was...

What made it lean way over -
its shallow roots in mud?
Or was its last encounter a -
tornado? lightning? flood?

Though I am not an expert,
and haven't much, a clue -
I've often looked at people,
and wondered how they grew.

Opinions leaning way too far
with grumpy, creaking sounds -
they're true, 'un-timbered' miracles
with such unbalanced pounds.

But God still pours out blessings.
His grace forever flows -
and nourishes the lazy root -
no matter how it grows.

Sometimes I wonder how a man
can stand the way he does -
so crooked, gnarled and twisted.
I wonder what it was...

©2011 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http:/www.ganderpoems.org/

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louis gander, 1 january 2013

Signs

Reflecting back to my childhood in the 1960's, I wrote this story poem.  I hope you enjoy it.
 
There, spaced along the highway were twelve inexpensive signs.
Just simple words of black on white next to some rigid pines.
The signs were spaced just far enough they caught my drifting eye -
so pondered I, each single word as they went marching by...
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"For God..." "so loved..." "the world..." "that He gave..." "His only..." "begotten Son..."
"that whosoever..." "believeth in Him..." "should not perish..."
"but have..." "everlasting life..." "John 3:16"
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So many times from grandma's house we read 'John three-sixteen' -
and millions more had seen this verse against the evergreen.
My dad, my mom, my brother, I - in humbleness would read
those words as we were driving by and faithfully did heed.

Now who had thought of doing this and painted them with care -
then dug the holes in God's green earth and set them up to share -
to other people driving by so they too could embrace
this verse of loving kindness - of vast forgiving grace?

I read those words each time we passed and wondered who'd take time
and paint the words for profit not - not even for a dime.
I wondered who that man could be each time that we passed by -
and wondered as some years went by - whose signs had caught my eye.

Yes, even as a teen I thought, who painted each of those -
then did the work to put them up? I pondered, just suppose -
he cared not for his pocket book but wanted to impart,
with work and pure compassion - some love within his heart.

Well, nothing lasts forever and sometimes something breaks -
so dad pulled to the shoulder and then hit the car's old brakes.
He took a hammer from the trunk. Bored, waiting for my dad,
I saw him fix a broken sign - and then I knew who had.

©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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louis gander, 5 january 2013

Faithful Footsteps (a fun one)

Okay, here's a 'twist'.
The word that rhymes is not in this poem.
Just for fun, I've inserted another word.
Can you guess all the rhyming words?  Write them down as you go along... (no peeking, they're at the bottom)

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An old man lived on the outskirts of town,
wore an old suit that was tattered and
gray.

His hair, snowy white, was always unkempt.
Because kids made fun, he was full of con-
sideration.

Years back, when in school, he make a mistake.
He once, on her desk, put a poisonous -
mushroom.

Now he didn't know that the mushroom was bad.
and when she arrived, she got really -
pleased,

because she liked mushrooms on all types of things,
pizza and pasta - and on chicken
soup.

But then she noticed - removed it from sight.
She knew about mushrooms and knew it wasn't -
edible.

She asked who had done it. This very young child,
didn't admit it - but sat there and -
felt guilty.

Despite good intentions he misunderstood.
He couldn't admit it, now tell me, who
is he?

His conscience held hostage, he couldn't ignore,
Was this still a child that mom could -
forgive?

Though all his emotions were torn far apart,
he learned a good lesson and made a new -
Friend.

He started to give and help out the others,
helping with strangers, sisters and -
with their needs.

Just when we think that we've figured life out,
We let out our holler and let out our -
chest.

I learned that humbleness Satan will thwart,
and with good intentions, we still will fall -
far,

far from Gods promise, far from above.
Once sacrifice fixed it but now it's His -
grace.

He later admitted to teacher, Miss Laurie,
"I thought it was good, I am very -
wrong."

Well, she understood and the story ends here.
He learned a good lesson and had a good -
education.

Wisdom was gained far back in his childhood,
He wasn't perfect but he knew he was -
bad.

Will Heaven we see, if we're very proud?
Will our pride cripple? Will we be -
dead?

Jesus gives life! Don't let Satan deceive,
for we are forgiven if we'll only -
have faith.

For even the demons - they're shuddering still.
Do they believe, and do His good -
commands?

Yes, Jesus proves faithful, time after time,
so follow His footsteps and you'll always -
rhyme!

2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Just in case you're unsure of some of the 'rhyming' words... here they are:
Brown
Contempt
Snake
Mad
Wings
Right
Smiled
Would
Adore
Start
Brothers
Shout
Short
Love
Sorry
Year
Good
Allowed
Believe
Will
And of course the last word "rhyme" is correct


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louis gander, 28 december 2012

The Terrorizer (a riddle)

It's smaller than a meteor and hasn't that much girth -
yet stronger than the largest bomb and could destroy the Earth.

It can be smooth as velvet and sometimes it can run -
or cooler than a summer breeze or hotter than the sun.

It's smaller than an average gun but started many wars.
Oh, but its so lazy too, escaping many chores.

It started every argument that those around can hear.
It's something most will never lose and always very near.

Receiving orders from the brain, air flowing from the lung -
but if you don't quite get it yet, just bite your wicked tongue!

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

Psalm 10:7 (NASB) “His mouth is full of curses and deceit and oppression; Under his tongue is mischief and wickedness.”

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louis gander, 5 march 2013

Knight In Shining Armor

A knight in shining armor?  I certainly am not -
but if, indeed, I really was, you just might laugh a lot.
 
I'd be astride my big white horse, (a stallion through and through)
riding straight and very tall - and trotting right past you.
 
You'd see my polished armor and you'd see the golden trim -
just before I ride my horse right under one low limb.
 
I'd be a bit embarrassed there while lying on my back.
You'd see my pretty armor with some punctures, dents and crack.
 
My horse would keep on galloping as it ran out of sight.
I wouldn't know quite what to say except, "I'll be all right."
 
You'd tell me calmly, "Do not move." and also "Just stay put."
And then you'd see my armor covered with the blackest soot.
 
It's after that, I'd just admit, that I had tried to flee -
that big ol' angry dragon whose hot flame had bested me.
 
No, I'm not a noble knight nor any princess charmer.
I've make too many dumb mistakes to be a knight in armor.
 
Therefore, as a princess, you will need to wait awhile -
and grab the next knight riding by that's full of charm and style.
 
He'd pull you up behind him on his horse, you'd yell, "Goodbye!"
Of course, I would apologize and once again, I'd cry...
 
I've done so much for everyone- have given things and stuff -
but this I've learned- I'm not a knight- nor nearly good enough.

©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


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louis gander, 14 march 2013

The Little Kitten

A tiny little kitten
whose feet were very sore,
wandered through the drifting snow
and right up to my door.
The weak meowing stirred me,
and drew me when she cried.
I crossed my room with aging feet,
inviting her inside.
 
She shivered and was hungry,
was frightened, very weak.
Confused, she wasn't trusting,
her future somewhat bleak.
Now even though I loved her,
I saw a troubled sign.
I thought about it for a bit -
compared her life to mine...
 
As she warmed up to me a bit,
I let her eat and rest -
but ran, she did, if I came close -
afraid of me, I guessed.
Now I was like that kitten,
and it became quite clear -
that I was frightened, ran away,
when Jesus got too near.
 
Then as the days kept rolling by,
she finally did prefer -
to be around and close to me.
She knew that I loved her.
Before I learned that God so loved,
my life was very grim.
And though He loved me very much,
I had no faith in Him.
 
Knowing that I love her so
and take good care of her -
knowing that I listen when
I hear her prayerful purr -
defines a word called "faithfulness",
defines a true belief -
not wandering out aimlessly
in blowing snow and grief.
 
So now you'll find her in my lap,
a tiny ball of fuzz -
but she had taught me faithfulness.
I know it's true because -
I once roamed like this kitten,
where snow and drifting harms,
but now I lie in pastures green -
with Jesus, in His arms.
 
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
 
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louis gander, 18 march 2013

Hope

In despair,
we'll sometimes be.
At these times can we cope?
Yet always free,
if we can see
the One who offers hope.
 
©2011 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/ 
 
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