White Frost


White Frost,
A Snowy Day.
Snow on the Sidewalk,
Shovel It Away.
White Puffs of Breath,
Out of My Mouth.
It Is So Cold,
I Think I'll Go South!
White Frost,
A Snowy Day.
Snow on the Mountains,
Sliding Away.
White Frost.

© Gloria Lassich

The Frenchman


This is just a simple, silly little group of limericks
combined in a poem that I wrote awhile back.
There was a young man from France,
Who over-starched his pants.
He went to the ball,
Could not move at all.
His pants were too stiff to dance.

So, he took a liquid filled cup,
And splashed around like a pup.
He splashed his pants,
Did a little dance,
And soon he was jiggin' it up!

So he danced on into the night,
Despite his splashy sight.
He had so much fun,
His partner he spun,
And gave her a terrible fright!

© Gloria Lassich

Many Skies


Skies are blue, Skies are gray,
Skies are different, Every day.
Some are cloudy, Some are clear.
Some have beautiful sunsets,
Several times a year.
Some have beautiful stars,
Dotting the entire sky.
Some have colorful rainbows.
And it makes you wonder why.
Why people deny the existence of God,
And go on about their way.
Or, at least they deny him by their works,
Each and every day.
So why are there such beautiful things,
For you and I to share?
A God of love put them here,
Simply because he cares.

© Gloria Lassich


In The Ocean


In The Ocean, Where Dolphins Swim & Glide,
In The Ocean, Small Treasures Come In With The Tide.
You'll Find Shells & Such,
To Pick up & Touch,
To Stuff In Your Pockets & hide.

In The Ocean, The Creatures Swim Free.
In The Ocean, Come Watch Them With Me.
Through The Water They Fly,
As If In The Sky.
They Fly Way Out Into Sea.

© Gloria Lassich

Desert Rose


It blooms in the Summer,
Fades in the Fall.
As it dies and petals fall,
In our minds, its beauty we recall.
Spring arrives and refreshing showers flow,
As it wakens, its petals open, absorbing the Sun's glow.
Once more it rises, seeking Sun and Rain,
The lone beauty lives again, On the desert plain.
Change of time, Change of Season,
The petals once more close,
Until it comes to life again,
The lovely Desert Rose.

© Gloria Lassich

Friend/Sister Anguish


This poem is about the deep sorrow of seeing a friend
in our congregation pursue a wayward course.
Friend - off the path of life you have run,
Into the darkness, away from the sun.
Sister - why do you choose the deadly way,
& not in the brotherhood stay?
Pain & Anguish you do bring,
To those who love you, a painful sting.
A sting strait to the heart,
More painful, more searing than a dart.
Anguish to your family all around,
An anguish that knows no bounds.
Over your loss we do mourn,
Turn around & your path do scorn.
Over your course we do weep,
Walk on the path of light & benefits reap.

© Gloria Lassich

Mind Games

Tell others you love me & I'm a good daughter.
Praise me, so you look like a good mother.
At home, I'm someone else, I'm the worthless child.
At home, you're someone else, far from mild.
Lie & hold back truth, so you look righteous.
When others mess up, act falsely pious.

Holler & scream anyway, it's no worse than the mind games you play . . . The mind games you play.

Make up your mind, tell the facts.
Do you love us or was it all an act?
Why didn't you protect us? Didn't you care?
It was inconvenient, too much to bear.
You protected yourself, when the time was right.
Never thought of the little kids, shut out from the light.

Holler & scream anyway, it's no worse than the mind games you play . . . The mind games you play.

© Gloria Lassich