Just a Nurse?

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poem for nurses, Tribute poems

Just a person who brings comfort,
Just the one that patients trust,
Just the one that people turn to
When their health is not robust,
Just the one that others lean on
To be tender, tough, and wise,
Just the one who follows through
When weaker persons hide their eyes,
Just the one the doctors count on
To continue giving care
When the experts are long gone
You are the one who’s always there,
Just the one who has the answers
That our crisis may reverse,
Just the one who’s well-prepared,
You’re so much more than “just a nurse”!

by Gwennon
August 8, 2020

for Barb Martin, a hero in our community

As Is So Often the Case

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Christian walk, hypocrisy, narrative poem

When pondering the least of these—
Those souls who make a soft appeal—
Are calls to Christ to these just tease?
Is our concern for these souls real?
To their needs will we kindly rise?
Will we make room for those outside?
Or do we cries for help despise?
Will their “too hard” needs be denied?
These seekers may not neatly fit
The schedules which our selves may please:
Are we too proud to retrofit
Those comforts which don’t work for these?
We pray for God to meet their needs,
While we ourselves may hold the keys,
But callously refuse their pleas
Because we MUST protect our ease.

Gwennon, July 12, 2020

written onto the back of the church bulletin during the middle of the sermon
after an appeal to minister to someone who loves Jesus fell flat on deaf ears

How I wish I could tell y’all that this poem applies completely to someone else and that I never need its message myself. But it’s not true. I need this message as much as the people I thought I wrote it for.

Dangerously Close

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dog drama, doggie-loves, doggies, dogs, envy, humor, narrative poem, pain

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
THE OTHER
Got THE BETTER PART!!!!

Gwennon
June 14, 2020

for Roosevelt and Beatrice

Kissy Face

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humor, life

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.

Gwennon
May 15, 2020

And Though We Tried

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pain; love; disappointment; Christian walk; walking with Jesus, truth; life;

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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acrostic poem, cheesecake, correction, dogs, family dinner, food, Pets, temptation, Thanksgiving drama, truth

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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dinosaur, Dinosaur Poems, driving, humor, narrative poem, Ridiculous Rhymes, triceratops

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.

Gwennon

October 15, 2019

At Risk?

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play on words, Ridiculous Rhymes

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!

Gwennon

September 27, 2019

In A Name

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humor, life, narrative poem, sonnet, writing

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?

 

Gwennon

September 5, 2019

Cat Burglar

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doggie-loves, narrative poem

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”