D Day
Remembering
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
When old soldiers sit and cry it's because they did not die but left friends on muddy fields or on bloody beaches lying still; they were lost. They mutter of their friends all gone and, sing sad sad songs with
calculations of the dear cost
A Marine, A Pilot, or a Navy Seal, it does not matter it is the same deal, the memories of those left behind will ne'er diminish in time

Where Did My Freedoms Go?
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

Where did my freedom go?
It was here not long ago.
I was sure for all those that fought and died,
Someone had surely lied.
I cannot say what I truly feel?
I cannot tell you that you are a heel?
I cannot shout out loud in open forum?
I cannot tell you how backward we've all become?
I cannot say I feel so discriminated!
I cannot shout how the laws against my freedoms have escalated?
I cannot say my freedoms are deflated?
I cannot debate, berate or dictate?
But why? Is this a Communist state? When did the government get to legislate, my conversation, because it doesn't fit into their legislation?
That I never voted for that? I never even saw?
Whatever happened to my freedom? To my freedoms all?
Did we do away with the Constitution? I guess, When it doesn't meet their resolutions?
Who are these people to take away our rights?
Not Democrats in a Democracy? Surely! Not? Not Republicans in a free Republic? But what have I got?
Stealthily I see these are our enemies, sneaking underneath our doors!
These are our enemies so that we need listening to under the floors?
What does it take? To realize it We need to open our eyes fir our sake and take a good look and SEE Open our eyes and ears clean out the sleepiness and earwax, rattle our brains not relax or
We shall be saying "Heil Hitler" or some such stupid rhetoric and bent to their will forced to obey and have no say!
Where did my freedoms go, don't you know?Wake up America find your freedoms once more before they have fled for good and a dictator has shut the door and you can find them no more!
So When they shout shut up!
Stand up!

Song: I didn't know
Linda Hays-Gibbs

I didn't know that you was with me
I didn't know that you could care
The blackness was all around me
I could only cry and stare
The hopelessness weighted upon me
I could only scream it isn't fair

But only your voice cut right through the fear
Only your love reached inside so I could hear
The other voices slid away
Crying to me still to stay
But I reached out a shaking hand to you
It was all that I could do
I cried out in fear and pain
And suddenly as the darkness vanished
 I cried out one holy name

A peace so wonderful came
Like I was famished
For one righteous Holy name

Jesus was the name

Jesus was the name

Lifted all my pain
Covered all my shame

Jesus was with me

Jesus was with me

He set me free
Took my sin from me

Jesus you cared

Jesus you cared

After all that I shared
After all my sins I bared

No other one came
There is No other name
Only this one can make the darkness flee
Only this one can take my hand and set me free
Only this one can let me see
Even in the darkness
Show he cares for me

I didn't know that you was with me
I didn't know that you could care
The blackness was all around me
I could only cry and stare
The hopelessness weighted upon me
I could only scream it isn't fair

Inconsolable Estate
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
    Oh my love! I close my eyes to see your face.
Sometimes it's there, but fleeting now...
So sorry, what a waste!
Grasping for you somehow, your feel, your scent, your smell, something to tell,
My love is gone, so bereft, A million tears I've kept
Empty arms inconsolate,
Piercing pain, I cannot sate, it's too late!
Never to hold such warmth again, to feel such pleasure, incontinent oblivion for fate, disdain the debate.
There is no other, so my heart can proceed hence forth, no further.
I burn and boil for one hint of your essence to hold, but You're  not there, just gone
Gone to the worms, the dirt From whence we all came, So I burn.
With humilities disdains and with more I yearn but you, My sweet?
Rancid and putrid, rotting in the ground, becoming a man in hell forever  bound
 Do we start again? No!
My only consolation, is this: That you are encircled somewhere in heaven's bliss, surround by heavenly beings and Given God's own ecstasies'  kiss, for without you to hold me, the only Way I continue, To know, That someday again into your arms I shall go, no longer to wait
And when you enfold me into your being
I will neer remember this grief, this distress, this unmentionable, inconsolable estate.

Allergic to laughter
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
 I'm allergic to laughter
I don't like happily ever after
I groan and moan all the time
I like to hear myself whine
I'm a belligerent imbecile
That has refused adamantly to feel
I'm engrossed in my pain
I'll never be happy again
If only I could take a pill
Maybe it would give me a renewed will
But alas it is impossible
For I am inaccessible
I want to gag when I see a smile
I'd rather frown and drown in my own bile
A pitiful fixture you think is me
But many others are in close proximity
I'm allergic to laughter
If I smiled, I'd probably shatter
Don't try to analyze
It doesn't matter
I won't listen to lies
No matter what you may say
I totally like myself this way
So cross me off your little list
I want to stay forever pisst

By Linda Hays-Gibbs

I just have to say something sometimes!
    It really hurts me about this missing flight 370. It hurts me for the poor families and friends, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, and children. Oh that hurts, the thought of the terror for a child. It hurts. I cannot imagine the pain and suffering of losing your loved ones like that but to not know? To be completely cut off from seeing them again, but to not know even what happened and where?
  Was it this part of the ocean or that or where?
I mean this is horrible.
    I grieve with them. I offer my profound apologies for the ineptness of all these people that are trying to help. I know nothing can really help but a little closure would be good.
   I wish I could help. I wish I could change it all, but I'm as helpless as everyone else.
   I only say this. If some sinister plot is involved here, to just capture an aircraft, would you guys please just buy one. If you have to do deadly deeds, know that you will answer for it. If not in this world, then in the next, and it will not be a nice cozy heaven for your deluded mind but hell's fire for eternity. I firmly believe that. Do be ready to burn cause no fire retardant undies will help you. You will just be in torment forever.
  How could this happen to all those innocent people? I don't know but I wish I did. I wish I could change it and bring all those loved ones home safe and sound
   Since I can't do that, I say again how very sorry I am that this horrible thing has happened and to tell you that you are in my thoughts and prayers and I do care.

Holiday Season
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

This month Christians are celebrating Christ's birth
Throughout the entire earth
As persecutions and killings abound
It's a shame our Jesus's love can't be found
In the hearts and minds of "ALL" God's people around
The world is in need of the blessings of Christ
The abundant love and forgiveness to the last
Find love in your heart this Holy Night as in the past
Sing Hosannahs to God for the gift of His son!

And as a New Year unfolds
Remember the old stories that's been told
Have a new resolution!
Start a revolution,
Be the best and kindest of men.
Show goodness and have peace grow within.
For the year is what you make it!
Bad or good we all have a stake in it.
I Know, I Know what to do!
Love your neighbors, bless your friends!
and even bless the ones who curse or hate you TOO!
Please, let all hurts mend
That's all we can do.

To All the Soldiers
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

To all the soldiers I have ever known,
You were all good and, brave to your very bone.
No better men ever walked this land!
You were a kind, smart, an honorable band.
I thank you for your selfless sacrifice.
Grief and  loss to your families of your best  lives.
They missed you each and every day!
I wish there had been Another way,
One where you could have been ok.
But know I'm grateful for your fights,
That gave me my freedom's rights.
That kept this country free,
For my children's children to see.
Thank you for all you gave.
Our country you did save.
God bless you for all eternity!
God bless you from sea to shinning sea!!!

Moms! 2013

By Linda Hays-Gibbs

Moms are very strange creatures!
Some old some young features.
We celebrate their special day,
But really what can we honestly say?
They carried us for almost a year.
Inside of them we took their care
Then for eighteen more before we hit the door,
Thinking we knew it all!
At first we didn't even call!
Then one day it hits you hard!
And all we can do is send a card?
We love them so we admit that too.
We say to ourselves what else can I do?
Maybe she just needs a hug or two,
Or maybe that hug is for you?
Don't sit around and look so sad.
Your mom knows that you've been bad.
But like another that forgives your sins.
Your mom will always take your burdens in.
She loves you no matter what you do.
For her love is better than through and through.
Hug her long, hug her hard.
Then give her, her little card
But remember before you go out that door.
There is no one on this earth that can love you MORE!

Splinters in My Head

Like splinters in my head
I grieve for the dead,
What a waste, what a waste
Cursed they faced in horrible haste
Men's hearts cry for a better dream
Even if it be a nasty lie
Give them a better scheme
A much higher thought to know to fly
To lift them up not bring them low
A brighter cause a noble thought
Let them be caught in prayer to
A God of love with work to do
One who would not kill you
But born again to help their fellow man
To give a helping hand
To kiss their beaten brow
Enfold in love and show them how
To fulfill God 's plan With love and harmony
Sweet good  perfumed charity
Turn before too late from murderous hate
Think of Golgotha's hill
A sacrifice for peace and goodwill
A God of love and mercy too
Even for you, even for you
For If you give torment and pain
What do you forever gain
No rich paradise of which to tell
But eternity to burn in tortuous hell
The splinters in my head
Cry for your dead and you
Will you not listen to
A still small voice and do
Work to enrich your soul
With a higher goal
God is love not hate
Turn before tis too late
For the killing you do only assured you pain
For murdering is not a noble gain
If your heart is set to do God's will
I tell you. It is NOT to kill!
But love, peace, and goodwill

Scot prayer
I will wash my face
In the nine rays of the sun
As Mary washed her Son
In the rich fermented milk
Love be in my countenance,
Benevolence in my mind,
Dew of honey in my tongue,
My breath as the incense
Black is yonder town,
Black are those therein,
I am the white swan,
Queen above them.
I will travel in the name of God,
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of King
Stronger will it be with me than with all persons


Rebecca's poem

I love this old poem

O Flouer o Scotland,
When will we see
Yer like again,
That focht an dee'd for
Yere wee bit Hill an Glen,
An stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An senet him hamewart,
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare nou,
An Autumn leafs
Lig thick an still,
O'er laund that 's lost nou,
That yon sae liefly huild,
That stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again.
Thae days are gone nou,
An in the past
Thay maun remain,
But we can still rise nou,
An be the nation again,
That stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again.
O Flouer o Scotland,
Whan will we see
Yer like again,
That focht an dee'd for,
Yer wee bit Hill an Glen,
An stuid agin him,
Prood Edward's Airmy,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again

Grieve
Grieve as bones turned photos bliss euphoric
Sing as a violin
Precious time
Don't let it slip by
Preordained
Parallel binding

Jim
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
01/01/13

I cry for the Love
I cry for the pain of the love
I cry for the joy of the love
I cry for the surrender of the love
I cry for lost love
For
My Love

The wind that blew around us, scared us, scarred us
The heat and fire seared us,
Scorched us and burned
And we were afraid
My Love

 I cry for the memories that haunt us, healed us, helped us
The horrendous desperation of lost lovers
Withering
My Love


The many nights, days, years, that I carried you beneath my left breast and was comforted that you remained, if in splinters
My Love


As I walked the floor endless nights, endless days, in countries near and far, aching for you
Feeling your love through distance and time
My Love


A pain so deep it stays a lifetime remaining, sustaining, ravaging, and comforting, taunting, remembering, with a life of its own
My Love

I cry knowing she never loved you as I would have, could have and did even years apart, worlds unknown and infinity to the depths and heights of ecstasy
My Love

The battle scarred heart with lust filled memories of your touch, your tempting smile and your swaggering manner, your vanity
My Love

All that was you, bad and good, lost and found, below and around I loved, I adored
Though I never returned to you,
My Love

Return to me now in death and let me mourn, let  me hold your apparition, just a glimpsing part, a piece of my destiny, of what was meant to be,
My Love

That I let slither through my fingers never to be touched again in that secret part where
I held you dear and true and with honor within
My Love

Go my love into a lighter place where you will have no pain, go become what you were meant to be, love
My Love

I say goodbye with cry and despair, laughter and tears, and soul rending love through these years I say goodbye sweet one as you lay inside the quiet earth
I cry
My Love
My Love
My Love

Syria's Massacre
I am crying, I can't see
I am disgusted I can't believe
Why Are They Killing the Children
What is happening where and when?
Why are they killing the children
What type of monster is this we see
Coming across our TV
A new type of man or creed
A Spawn from hell a demon seed
A man with no conscious or fear of Hell
A man who has a lust to kill
I don't think a man but an abomination
But God is not mocked by your sins on a nation
You will pay the price when you die
You will pay for God does not lie
So  get ready for your retribution
There will be your death soon and jubilation
All children go to heaven's well
But you sir, will go to hell!

Though Your Lips Are Moving
Entered 11/04/2012
Who's who in poetry
Though your lips are moving
I think you are quite dead
Being late I'm seeing
What might have been said

There must be a computer glitch
I can't lose all the information
The vitals are in a similar hitch
Your death a total realization

The creamy pink buds are so wet
They quirk and jest and smile
Though they are stonily set
I know they spoke a lot for awhile

I want to puff inside
I need to set your frame anew
To find out how you lied
To find out what you knew

Nothing sticks to you
Were we ever soul mates
Whatever could I do
To find out how those lips taste

Earths Grace
My pores are valleys
Craggy and unkept
My hair cut down, bald
In places bereft
Where  green trees slept
And wild eagles called
My skin, casualties

My veins polluted
Garbage crammed inside me
Where nothing suited
All made mockery
My lungs black and dead
Everything cut or uprooted
While on my blood you fed
Where will you live  instead
Without Earth's Grace
When all life is dead
And you have no place

Rooms. Poem by Linda Hays-Gibbs
Oct 30, 2011
ROOMS
Building a house takes sturdy wood
Bricks and mortar, shingles, nails
Slowly it grows strong as it should
Hope for comfort that never fails
Each room unique and strong
Every paint and molding bent
Praying that nothing goes wrong
For all the time and money spent
One room is sunny and bright
Another dark and mysterious
It fills with love and delight
But most of all Happiness
The making of it never quite over
Always new paint to add
And time to clean to discover
If any part needs work or is bad
One room quiet lovely as spring flowers Very feminine and lacy too
Another much smaller and scruffy
But takes many hours to do
At last one is complete to me
But cleaning is never done for you
So  you keep trying room by room
To make it perfect in God's image too for it will be finished all too soon
This was a gift especially for you
 And you must build each room with the very least damage too
Room by room by room

Erasing a Nation
How do you erase a nation, peoples, countries?
   First try and kill as many as you can by war then by starving, disease and war &extreme cruelty. Give their babies smallpox infected blankets, meat that is diseased, medicines that kill, no way to stay warm or cool. Work them in camps or starve them denying them any way to provide for themselves.
Second tie them together under one nasty name.  Then, make this name disreputable and hated, so that if anybody sees one they will be murdered and the murderer given a reward.
Next, take away their religion, language, culture, hair, clothing  and then separate families.
Reeducate them with a false history. Dig up their graves and artifacts and categorize them with this false history. Essentially rewrite their history and reality.
    Take away their dignity and possessions, torture them. Leave them nothing but poverty , disease and want. Then move them away from their countries and everything familiar. Then put them in camps, prisoners to all, where they are guarded. They have no rights, can't fish, hunt, pray  or even farm without permission from a cruel source.  Can't own land or testify in court, or keep their own children. Take their knowledge of their world and declare it false fairy tales and forbid it to be taught, spoken or passed down to anyone .
    The few that are left either hide or live in abject poverty, afraid  and enslaved.
This is how you do it.
To the victor belongs the spoils and the written accepted history of it. They take their country and brag at how they did it.
Native Americans know this well.