Dangerously Close


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Their spat began, predictably,
When those in power sat to eat,
As each pinned secret hopes upon
The wonder of a stolen treat.
Their people smiled and laughed and chewed—
So slowly did they eat their meal!—
And he edged close and closer to
The morsels he had planned to steal.
His plans to steal were ended when
Her HOWL of sorrow sounded then:
He ought to stop!
This was not fair!
He’d moved too close
And wouldn’t share!
Their people stopped to frown and stare,
And time and food moved slowly on,
And mouths and stomachs growled despair,
And still their war would NOT be gone:
He stood too close!
It wasn’t fair!
In his place
She, of course, would share.
And people ate, and dogs drooled on,
Until the envied foods were gone,
And Dad got up to find a treat
His “hungry” pups could safely eat.
And each dog snagged
A treat or two
While firmly in
Each other’s view,
But still each frowned
And drooped, and sighed,
As dreams dried up
Of treats denied,
And each thought
In his secret heart

June 14, 2020

for Roosevelt and Beatrice

Kissy Face



I kissed lipstick on my husband,
Who then kissed it back on me;
So—SURPRISE!—I have a lipstick stain
That all the world can see.
If only I had thought to wear
A stain less deep and dark
Than this, which in its transfer
Left a brilliant scarlet mark!!
Instead, I blithely carried on,
Not knowing that my cheek
Proclaimed an inner secret
I had made no plans to speak.
I wonder if my husband, too,
Has red marks all his own,
Detailing to his workplace
How he had not lunched alone.
In future I must check my skin
Before I go outside,
Unless I want some makeup stains
To private things confide.

May 15, 2020

And Though We Tried



Sometimes we do what’s right, and things fall through:
Sometimes we do exactly
What God told us we should do,
And like those long-dead prophets
Who saw peace was overdue,
Sometimes we do what’s right, and things fall through.
Sometimes we do what’s right, and no one sees:
Sometimes we stand amazed, alone,
While living Love’s decree.
Sometimes our costly love is spurned
In perpetuity:
Sometimes we do what’s right, and no one sees.
Sometimes we do what’s right, and no one cares:
Sometimes our sacrifices
Fall on sleepers unaware;
Sometimes we give and give,
Then we’re consumed by our despairs:
Sometimes we do what’s right, and no one cares.
And hard hearts must be tilled.
And loving is God’s will.
And Christ stands with you still.
for Ana and Nicole
by Gwennon
June 9, 2018
Edited February 29, 2020
Colossians 3:23 New International Version “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters.”
I know that our labors here are for God, and that results are not necessarily up to us since there’s truly only so much that we can control. But my heart is broken a little today over something I thought would have a happy ending. Instead, I’m learning about trusting God while forgiving the careless and the clueless. I am not enjoying the process, but I hope that God is forging godly character in me in the midst of these flames.
If those of you who pray want to pray briefly for several unnamed people, I would appreciate it.
Everyone else, ask God to meet you in the middle of your own brokenness and questions. You just might be surprised by what He does next.

I Don’t Need You


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Excuse me while I find you something else
And somewhere else to occupy yourself.
The truth is, that cheesecake doesn’t need you
In its personal space at the moment.
Now let’s just move right along. Move along.
Go on with you now. Yes. You. I’m talking
To you. No one else. That “innocent” look
Has nobody fooled. You’re fooling no one.
And I’m not trying to be mean. You know
That you won’t resist temptation alone.
Cheesecake conquers self control faster than
Hot-blooded Americans realize,
Especially if mealtime was more than-
Er — a minute or two ago. You want
Some for yourself and you might as well tell
Everyone, including yourself, the truth.
Come away with me before you fall to
Agonizing depths of diet failure.
Kindly leave the table, then stay away.
Enjoy a nice big slice of self-control!
by Gwennon
November 27, 2019
for my German Shepherd, “Roosevelt”, who has expressed no overwhelming disdain for all desserts

All Purpose


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Native of all my loveliest daydreams,
Expected to jolt to life anytime
We are together. She’s more than she seems:
Perfect for young and old, inspiring rhyme
Even doing nothing at all. This sweet
Triceratops is plush and whimsical,
Delighting me, and awakening dreams
I cherish of Eden’s peace. Optimal
New friend of kids who into wonder roam.
Options for her employment are many:
Sunblock sitting on my shoulder while my
Awesome husband cheerfully drives us home.
Unexpected friend of silly granny,
Reaching for her, since she is so close by.
October 15, 2019

At Risk?



Should I hoard up all my umbrage,
Lest it into trouble stray?
What if umbrage is a substance
Whose quick exit brings dismay?
Can I really guard and keep it
And protect it from all harm,
Or will umbrage be escaping
On a smoothly-twisting arm?
Might I keep it in a closet?
Should I stash it in a bank?
Would my umbrage
Suffer breakage
If I hide it in a tank?
Well, no matter where I put it,
It is sure to get away,
Since we hear of many people
Taking umbrage ev’ry day!
September 27, 2019

In A Name


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If my “rose” is just a daisy,

Then have I been simply lazy?

Though I’ve worked on this like crazy,

Are results a tad bit hazy?


I’ve not studied well this art form,

And I’m feeling others’ sharp scorn,

As the label’s from my works torn,

I am feeling rather forlorn.


There is precious few agreement

On the writings that can cement

Praise sincere in its vehement.

Yep. There’s rampant disagreement!


Though I’ve labored much upon it,

Have I never wrote a sonnet?



September 5, 2019

Cat Burglar



You’re stealing my poor puppy’s peace,

Which NO ONE ought to do.

So, Kitty, I will take this chance

To say, “Shame, SHAME, on you!”

You taunt my precious hound-girl

‘Til she’s WILD to give you chase.

You never stop to think that thus

Your value you debase.

Your presence here AIN’T needed

Unless you are killing mice.

So scoot on down the road, my friend:

Don’t MAKE me tell you twice!


by Gwennon, July 21, 2019

for my poor, beleaguered “Baby Beatrice”

My Two Wonderful Fathers

It’s hard to find modern poems that I can love and enjoy. But they occasionally do find me. I hope you will enjoy this one as much as I have. And if you do, please thank the author. She did a great job.

Seeking Divine Perspective

“If you, then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good things to those who ask him?” Matthew 7:11

June was my dad’s month – Father’s Day, his birthday – he even married a lady named June. (Their anniversary is in June.) So I’m dedicating one more post to him today.

Just before flying to St. Louis to join my father for his big 65th birthday celebration, I composed this poem during my morning run. I am now one year older than he was then – Where does the time go???

Happy Father’s Day, everyone.

                           To Dad

You told me that God was my Father;                                         …

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Without the Conductor


The band was not in session;

Indeed, could not be,

Though the eager young musicians

Glanced pointedly,

And repeatedly,

At the sacred space

Where their beloved instruments

Were meticulously kept,

Quietly reposing momentarily,

Safe from both the elements

And overuse:

The carefully locked doors

Surrounding those well-guarded treasures,

Known by most of the commoners

As pots and pans.


by Gwennon

July 1, 2019