The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly
It's all about Poetry. I've written a lot of Poetry over the years. Most of it when I was single. Some of it good, some of it bad, and some of it ugly. If I can find some of it...I'll post it from time to time. It might be good. It might be bad. It might be ugly. It might be someone else's that I found appealing. Who knows. Check it out at your own risk.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
DAYDREAMING
There was a distance in
her eyes
Like she was far away.
As if her mind had drifted
off...
And gone a different way.
The solomn twist upon her
lips
Determined was her
thought.
And only she will ever
know...
The end for which she
sought.
The wind a whisp upon her
hair
Her dark and distant eyes.
It gives her beauty well
beyond...
This childs dainty size.
We'll never know just
where she went
Or what she may have
dreamed.
We only know her
innocence...
Was closer than it seemed.
A moment in time with
Abigail Joy
By Clint Gardner 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
A CHILD STANDS
A CHILD STANDS
In the turmoil of the winter beach
Stands a child – Oh so still.
Her mind immersed in who knows what...
She waits for what God wills.
Near the constant surge of the winter surf
Stands a child – all alone.
To some she seems a mystery...
Her destiny -- unknown.
With the ocean's breeze upon her face
Stands a child – young and pure.
But there shall never be a wind...
That her God could not keep still.
With the winter sand beneath her feet
Stands a child -- who does not move.
And only God will guide her heart...
A fact she'll one day prove.
On a coast that journeys on for miles
Stands a child – undeterred.
And the only voice that guides her way...
Is the voice of God – she's heard.
On a beach that's filled with God's great glory
Stands a child of God's creation.
She demonstrates the stillness found...
In the peace of God's Salvation.
By Clint Gardner 2013
In the turmoil of the winter beach
Stands a child – Oh so still.
Her mind immersed in who knows what...
She waits for what God wills.
Near the constant surge of the winter surf
Stands a child – all alone.
To some she seems a mystery...
Her destiny -- unknown.
With the ocean's breeze upon her face
Stands a child – young and pure.
But there shall never be a wind...
That her God could not keep still.
With the winter sand beneath her feet
Stands a child -- who does not move.
And only God will guide her heart...
A fact she'll one day prove.
On a coast that journeys on for miles
Stands a child – undeterred.
And the only voice that guides her way...
Is the voice of God – she's heard.
On a beach that's filled with God's great glory
Stands a child of God's creation.
She demonstrates the stillness found...
In the peace of God's Salvation.
By Clint Gardner 2013
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Flashing Lights - Christmas Poem 2012
FLASHING LIGHTS!
Behold as Christmas morning breaks,
The silence of the night;
We see the proof of what was done...
In the glow of flashing lights.
The Officer who stood his watch,
In spite of winter's white.
He bravely stopped a burglary...
In the glow of flashing lights.
The Fireman puts out the flames,
Of the fire orange and bright.
Thankful he had saved a life...
In the glow of flashing lights.
Working oh so fervantly,
To beat the patients plight.
The Paramedics saved a life...
In the glow of flashing lights.
The Jailer locked the outer doors,
The inmates tucked in tight.
Who knows how many more will see...
The glow of flashing lights.
The Hospitals are staffed tonight,
The Nurses dressed in white.
Taking care of those brought in...
In the glow of flashing lights.
The Records Clerks and LE techs
Keep the stats and info right.
For all the convicts who were caught...
In the glow of flashing lights.
It all begins in Dungeon walls.
Locked up and out of sight.
Where nine one one calls all begin...
As little flashing lights.
Then Dispatchers will take the calls,
Determine need and site.
Then send out help to those in need...
With a glow of flashing lights.
So thanks to all this Christmas Eve,
Who work to do what's right.
You make the world a safer place...
With your bright and flashing lights!
Merry Christmas 2012!
Poem by Clint Gardner
Friday, December 7, 2012
The Little Girl I Once Knew
I guess the time has finally come.
The child is no more.
And soon the daughter that we raised...
Will waltz right out our door!
Our daughter with the chocolate face
Is now going out on dates.
And though it is a fact of life...
It's something Daddy hates.
Dad doesn't want to hear the news,
How Gracie got a kiss.
The days of Daddy being King...
Twill soon be sorely missed.
The little girl who loped down halls
Pretending she was horse;
Once sat around and played with
dolls...
But now she's changed her course!
Soon she'll register to vote.
Drive to college every day.
Poor Dad can only sit and watch...
While his daughter drifts away!
But just so everyone is clear
She will be
greatly
missed.
The
reasons why – I'm proud to say...
Are
too numerous to list!
And
though I wish her all the best.
Inside
I' m sad and glad.
I'm
glad she gets to start her life...
But
sad for poor old Dad.
'Cause
daughters love to gain their freedom,
But
Dads just miss and worry.
So
'bout his daughter's leaving home...
This
Dad is in no hurry.
'Cause
Dad will cherish all the times
She
offered him a hug.
And
the good old times
they often shared...
Will
on his heart strings tug.
Forgive
me if I act upset,
And
seem a little blue.
But
I've lost the sweetest thing in life...
“The
Little Girl that I Once Knew”!
Clint
Gardner 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
BUD
The oldest of the Coulson clan
Born to James and Flo.
'Twas Kansas where it all began...
Where Scott would learn and grow.
Soon he had a little sister
They named her Eva Mae.
From Holton to Topeka High...
They lived and worked and played.
Norma was Scott's youngest sister
Boy could that girl sing!
Her birth the final piece to form...
The Coulson Family ring.
Scott then joined the military
A Sailor in the Navy.
A ships mate on a Battleship...
He sailed the stormy sea.
He served his Country strong and proud
In the midst of blood and war.
Surviving what was infamy...
That day at Pearl Harbor.
Earlene became his life long love
They raised two kids together;
Then grand kids came and life was fine...
Like Cali's sunny weather.
Love, and war, and auto-parts
Was the life of Scotty Coulson.
A beloved Husband, Brother, Dad...
And example for his Son.
It all began so long ago,
29th of late November.
The life he lived – a loyal one...
It's one we'll long remember.
The Coulson men who made us proud
Like James and Clint and Scott.
They'll always be remembered well...
By the one's -- who've not forgot.
We'll not forget the love he shared
Nor his service to his Country.
For the memories of the man called Bud...
Live on in Coulson history!
Scott Coulson Sr 1918-2012
Norma was Scott's youngest sister
Boy could that girl sing!
Her birth the final piece to form...
The Coulson Family ring.
Scott then joined the military
A Sailor in the Navy.
A ships mate on a Battleship...
He sailed the stormy sea.
He served his Country strong and proud
In the midst of blood and war.
Surviving what was infamy...
That day at Pearl Harbor.
Earlene became his life long love
They raised two kids together;
Then grand kids came and life was fine...
Like Cali's sunny weather.
Love, and war, and auto-parts
Was the life of Scotty Coulson.
A beloved Husband, Brother, Dad...
And example for his Son.
It all began so long ago,
29th of late November.
The life he lived – a loyal one...
It's one we'll long remember.
The Coulson men who made us proud
Like James and Clint and Scott.
They'll always be remembered well...
By the one's -- who've not forgot.
We'll not forget the love he shared
Nor his service to his Country.
For the memories of the man called Bud...
Live on in Coulson history!
Scott Coulson Sr 1918-2012
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