Cold Today

Cold Today

Yes, this old man wore shorts today,

He stepped outside; got blown away,

He’d shiver, shake and start to cough,

He almost froze his kneecaps off.

His wife saw him and scolded now,

“To check the weather; you know how,

The weather man is your best guide”,

He said, “I’m he; it’s cold outside!”

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 24, 2018

The State of Sin

The State of Sin

The state of sin; not sins per se,

The root of all that’s wrong today,

Not you, not you, not you, not you,

In me, in me, in me all through.

When sin pervades it takes the whole,

Invades the inward, wayward soul,

I wore the ‘bad boy’ image proud,

I hung with others in that crowd.

Now, ‘sin’ is hardly e’en a word,

I threw it out as one absurd,

And, lived with it ‘til all could see,

It was not ‘sin’; it’s only me.

But, sin it finally took control,

No real pleasure to extol,

I searched the world for some way out,

And, all I saw was fraught with doubt.

Oh, there is something very real,

A Man of Sorrows did reveal,

He died upon a cross for me,

Believed in Him; found liberty!

A story old; quite new today,

The state of sin; and sins per se,

On cross he died, and now he lives,

The Son of God, through faith, forgives!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 20, 2018

Halloween Fun

Halloween Fun

Factor in now Halloween,

To fancy ghosts we’ve never seen,

The goons and goblins in the air,

Come swooping in from everywhere.

It’s fun, if nothing else, the frights,

To capture us, these lengthening nights,

A twelve-foot ghost with walking stick,

Above the floor he moves quite quick.

The lady in her white-laced gown,

All colorless; her frosted frown,

Suspended there; she shrieks and cries,

Now, stares at us with soulless eyes.

We dare not speak of these to friends,

These fancied ghouls who’ve met their ends,

Who dither-dather in our rooms,

Or fly away on magic brooms.

Perhaps they’ll think of us as mad,

Or, pity us with eyes so sad,

But, now’s the time for ghosts to cheer,

For Halloween is drawing near!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 16, 2018

Some Thoughts

Some Thoughts

Some think their minds, in all the world, the highest on the shelves,

From ooze, and lightning bolts and stuff they made it there themselves,

The genome is the final proof in our biology,

The only missing link, I think, is rationality.

The minds upon the highest shelf will figure this all out,

Through natural selection and the intellectual clout,

It’s not how life itself began, but how we think we know,

That thinking comes from thinking then the odds are rather low.

So what, you beg the question, is the obvious reply,

Our God who has the mind supreme and I will tell you why,

And, you lament I filled the gaps with something rather odd,

But, even you must reason well it all can come from God.

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 11, 2018

Creepy Ole Spide

“Creepy Ole Spider”

(Sing-song-y Poem for the Grandkids during Halloween Time. Note: Every verse works by “playing” with the rhythm. Woke up this early morning with this one “loudly” in my head.)

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider he’s walking on the wall,

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider I just don’t like you at all,

I’m chasing you here with this ole broom,

He’s movin’ on down to my sister’s room.

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider he’s walking on the floor,

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider he’s heading for her door,

I’m chasing you now; go outside where you belong,

You better go fast ‘fore I finish my song.

Now, Creepy Ole Spiders who can hear my voice,

Stay outside; come in here, why that’s your choice,

If you make the baby cry, why, you’re gonna be sad,

‘Cause you’ll meet my Mom or Dad, and they’re gonna be mad.

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider moving toward the baby’s bed,

She’s a crying; Yes, she’s screaming; Dear Lord, her eyes are red,

My Daddy met you with his slipper in his hand,

Now you’re flying up high in Spider Heavn’ land!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 4, 2018