Gander Poetry ~

This is a TRUE STORY POEM of horror, action and suspense. It starts with a little 6 year old girl named "Jellee" (pronounced ...

I sit a'spell and ponder 'bout, creation at its best - and savor life each minute knowing I am just His guest... And frolicking, tho...

I was a leaf with no relief from stiff and blowing winds - and twisted taut was cruelly fought with all their greedy sins. I set my sights o...

While I was strolling near a pond one bright and breezy day, a splendid scene had caught my eye in such a special way. Decided I, to lie a s...

Now everyone was nervous here.  It didn't make much sense.  The Judge had entered quietly.  The room was very tense.  "Let's on...

Some people have their head in a cloud and some people climb on top. Some people jump from cloud to cloud and never seem to stop. Some peopl...

The stars come out to welcome me.  The sun had set so fast. I need to live a simple life, forgetting evil's past. Here, I'm at peace...

(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 ...

It simply is impossible and simply is absurd - to think that love can be defined in ordinary word. "For God so loved the world..."...

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 k...

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...

I wander yonder over hills where those before me trod - though aimlessly through wants and needs, yet find it somewhat odd. I wander yonder ...

. . . . 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...

--- 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: --- I care...

You follow me and haunt me in terrorizing ways. Your silence keeps me guessing here in my most frightened gaze. Sometimes you stalk me from...

Something way down deep inside my lost and lonely soul - had eaten me until I died of all my self-control. Someone special lent a hand that ...

Here is another true story poem (summer 1934) about my grandmother (Ida) and my mother (Ruth) who traveled every day between their farm at N...

(A true story poem from the summer of 1934 in Wisconsin as told to me by my mother, Ruth) Worked like a mule, when not in school, below the ...

The clouds had wept, yet sun had kept enough light on my mind - that I could see weak memories - that I could never find. I, at a loss, to s...

(A true story poem.  Reflecting back to my childhood in the 1960's.)  There, spaced along the highway were twelve inexpensive signs. Jus...

Can Christmas be a day we change - a day we should distort? And is the line to Santa long - but line to Jesus short? We want to be the first...

It started out as others, when I got dressed today - ate breakfast with my fam'ly, for that was just our way. You dropped me off at scho...

Pure evil smashed through fragile doors at lives misunderstood - fought cowardly in anger - with twenty Angels, good. Then hero's lives ...