LOOK INSIDE

Why wanting to see my misdeeds.

While so little on your own you dwell?

Don’t look for faults in others,

While you hide your own so well.

Love does not dishonor others.

Protect their name in words and deeds.

Even when you see their failings.

Blaming only failures seeds.

Look for that which is uplifting.

Love and kindness helps along.

You will find them if you’re trying.

Hope you find them before I’m gone.

Vibeke Lindhardt

2014

TRUE GRIT

They said I had to have “True Grit” to live with you

And I found that it was true.

Your words are often like a knife

without thoughts and causes strife.

The old ones said that “sticks and stones

Might break my bones but words will never hurt me.

How wrong they were. The pain words spur.

My brain is often like a blur.

I am puzzled why you do not try

to make me smile instead of cry.

I try to tell you - hoping you will see

Your judging words will make me flee.

But you don’t talk. It’s like a block.

And when you speak my soul you knock.

The more you judge and keep a grudge.

I die inside and feelings hide.

Vibeke Lindhardt

December 2013

TOO SELFISH

Yes, I guess I was too selfish

To fall in love so hard and deep.

Treasuring your touch and caring.

Thinking love was mine to keep.

Selfish me. I needed your loving.

Wishing you would feel the same.

Not just then, but now and ever.

That our love we could reclaim.

Yes, I guess I was too selfish

Hoping you would understand.

That my love for you was stronger

than I had for any man.

Selfish me. I needed your loving.

Wishing you would feel the same.

Not just then, but now and ever.

That our love we could reclaim.

Yes, I guess I was too selfish

To hope the day, we made a pact.

Promises would last forever.

Hoping it would be a fact.

Selfish me. I needed your loving.

Wishing you would feel the same.

Not just then, but now and ever.

That our love we could reclaim.

Vibeke Lindhardt, written in Toquerville, Utah  2013

ITS TIME

  

It’s time to stop fighting

The unseen enemy.

To trust in the love we share

You and me.

Outside forces cannot stop us

If we don’t let them in.

Trust what we have

Our love is secure.

It’s time to trust

The love I have for you.

That no matter what happens

My love is always sure.

Please don’t let the forces

Of the unseen enemy

Destroy our love.

Please. Be kind to me.

There is no need to run.

I’ll always be here.

The pain that you feel

From the past

Is no longer near.

You are safe with me.

I’ll always be here.

Written October 23^rd 2012.

Unfortunately I had to leave for Canada end of November 2018

MY ROOTS

Over The hills and far away

There is my homeland

I miss each day.

The little land

With the ocean shore.

There are my roots.

Those who came before.

It used to be

That Danes like me

Could trace their roots

Back to Vikings Days.

Things are changing, I fear

That the future search, for Danes like me

Will no longer be there.

The Danish roots, as we know them now

Will be replaced somehow

With the Huns and those came

From the lands below.

And soon the Danes will see

That their roots, I fear

Will disappear.

The future Danes

Will not search their roots like me

From Kings and Queens

And their Royal heirs.

They will declare Shahadah.

Ramadan and Zakat.

The Danes will go to Hajj.

Shahadah= Muslim Declaration of Faith

Zakat= Muslim almsgiving

Ramadan=Muslim Fast

Salat= Muslim Daily Prayers

Haij=Muslim pilgrimage to Mecca

Written by Vibeke Lindhardt  26 November 2011

WHERE WERE YOU?

 Where were you my love

when I needed you to be by my side?

I was looking for you

but not aware

where you would hide.

It pains me thinking

Of all the years lost.

The saddest words

“What could have been”.

Has been the cost.

But now you are here, and

I love you more than words can say.

You are my life.

You are my all.

And we are on our way.

Our way to God, To Eternities

Looking forward to above

Together, you and I

We walk the way the road to him.

Together.  - I feel at peace now.

Written to my husband Bent Lindhardt. 2012.

I believed we were a perfect match.

I was – and maybe still am – so much in love with my husband.

Unfortunately, my dreams died in 2018.

SARCASM

Some people like to be sarcastic

And feel “it is just a pun”.

But the person that the joke is made on

Do not always feel it is fun.

Words, which were supposed to be funny

Can feel like nails in a sore.

It makes someone sad and no more glad

It’s just not like before.

Before you make a “joke” about someone.

Think, before you squawk.

Would you like to be that person?

Or would you walk?

24 February 2020

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MY FIRST VISIT TO MY MORMOR MINNA

I was ten years old the first time I met my “Mormor Minna”. 

Suddenly one day my mom said: “You are going for a holiday to your Mormor Minna”.

At that time, we lived close to “Enghave Plads” on Vesterbro in Copenhagen, Denmark with my mom and my sister Birgit.

I had never before met my grandmother on my mother’s side -  whose real name was Christine Rasmussen.

Nevertheless, she did not tell my grandmother that I was coming before “after she had sent me off on the bus”.

Sjoltevej 25, Præstø County

Well, of course I was all excited when she put me on a bus in Copenhagen, to travel to Sjolte – about 100 kilometers south in the Præstø county. Nevertheless,

 I never knew before later in my life that she did not tell Minna that I was coming before I was on the bus, so when I arrived in Sjolte and met a grandmother – for the first time – she did not look happy at all to “see this strange child”.

Minna and her husband Karl Christensen (not my grandfather) lived Sjoltevej 25 on a small mini farm where they had one cow, pigs, a cat.

It was Karl who came and picked me up from the bus, that “just stopped by the road” to drop me off.

I slept “upstairs” in a small room with a down that was filled with “goose feathers”. It was so heavy that I felt I was sleeping with a huge brick over me.

Nevertheless, I had a really nice view of the fields etc. For me to be “out in the country” was like “coming to heaven”.  Everything was so green and my Mormor had apple trees etc.

Karl Christensen

Mormor Minna with some of the Houman children

Karl and Minna

My Mormor Minna and ?

Mormor Minna milking the cow

Mormor Minna

My Mormor

After I had been there for about three days, my Mormor became more friendly and my three weeks there ended up with that she invited me come back next year.

My Mormor Minna and I ended up as “really good friends”.  

When uncle Karl passed away in 1952 Minna moved in to a small townhouse in Præstø town.

I ended up visiting my grandmother every year until she passed away.  One year I biked all the way from Copenhagen to visit her.

My sister Birgit finally met her when she was 22 years old and my mother also finally was invited to my Mormor.

I am happy that I got to know my Mormor.

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Mormor: In Denmark we call our grandmother on the mother’s side for “Mormor”.  If it on the Fathers side it is “Farmor”.

ONLY JESUS

Only Jesus loves me

just the way that I am.

I always feel sure

he will not complain,

run away or refrain

from showing me love

when I’m down

or in pain.

Only Jesus loves me

just the way that I am.

He does not disapprove,

criticize or condemn

the things that I do.

He watch from above.

I’m feeling his love.

I know what to do.

Only Jesus loves me

just the way that I am.

When I’m doing wrong

I’ m feeling his song.

“You’re still mine

in all that you do.

I love you, in spite

through and through.”

Only Jesus loves me

Just the way that I am

He does not pull away

so I cry all day.

His is steady and sure

Even though I’m impure.

I’m safe in his love

that comes from above.

Only Jesus loves me

just the way that I am.

No conditions I fear.

I feel safe in his arms.

Away from all harm.

 “My dear child

you are mine.

Our love is divine.

written 23 October 2012

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UNITED STATES HEALTH INSURANCE 

It is amazing that a country like United States can be so neglect-ant when it comes to having health insurance for their citizens.

2019
30.000 people died from lack of health insurance.
500.000 went bankrupt because of lack of health insurance.

Whenever a politician bring up having health care for everybody in the United States, they are labeled with "being communists or socialists".

But that is not all.
Even people who have health insurance still have to pay co-pays and extra money for anything else than just visiting the regular doctor.

In my case it was (beside paying $425 for regular health insurance a month) $10.00 every time I had to see a regular doctor.  $45.00 for the walk-in clinic or any specialist - or x-rays and $80.00 co-pay to the hospital.

F. ex. Eye check-up.  Co-pay $45.00
Cataract per eye $1000 (with insurance)

Lack of Family Doctors
There is a great lack of "Family Doctors" in the United States.

Since young people who want to be doctors have to take student loans that take them most of their lives to pay off, many of them feel financially pushed to be "experts" to pay off student loans.

That is why there are "so many specialist" who push for "heart operations to make money.
and
There are a huge lack of "Family Doctors" - so in some cases "Nurse Practitioners are hired as "Doctors" in the "Family clinics" .




24 February 2020
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THE IRONY

Up and down

and all around

The irony.

He put me down

Humiliation.

hurt and pain

I squelch my tears.

Avoiding raising cane.

I wonder what the

pleasure is?

To see me squirm

and being sad?

When support and

comfort is

what I need

to feeling glad.

The Irony is

he says it’s fun.

Its’ just supposed

To be a pun, but

rocks my trust and

within my heart.

The love for him

It tears apart

Written November 2011

18 February 2020- Even though I wrote this five months after we got married, I did not SEE THE SIGNS of what to come.

Why are we women so deaf, dumb and gullible?

BENT LOVES SHOPPING

Shopping, shopping.

Always popping.

First in Big Lots, then Taipan.

Buying all the stuff he can.

Shopping, shopping.

Always popping.

Fruits and goodies.

Tins and cans.

All he likes from sugar land.

Shopping, shopping.

Always popping

From the mail and from the land.

Books, pills and clothes

By the miles.

Gotta have it the latest styles.

Shopping, shopping.

Always popping

Furniture

and stuff galore.

Want to send it

off to shore.

Shopping, shopping

Always popping

Eating out

both here and there

First Corral then Chuckarama.

Can’t live life without some drama.

Shopping, shopping

Always popping

Likes to give

to all he knows

Socks and flowers

Chocolate

Then falls asleep to get some rest.

written 2011

THERE HE IS

There he is the man I love

He was sent here from above

Kind and gentle.

Soft and sweet.

But with spice he is complete

Just to watch him

gives me joy

Quiet, Thoughtful

Reading, writing

poetry and songs of love

But with fire from above

Not just brief

With love and care

But with longing -

heart so near

Gives himself to me - no fear.

June 24 2011

TODAY

Today is a day

With a new beginning

To start over

And try

To refrain from sinning

Today I hear laughter

Within my soul.

To commune

With the Lord

It is my goal

Today I start over

Reborn, again

Speaking spirit

To spirit

And not like men

Today I feel safe

In the arms

Of my Lord

Who fought

For my Spirit

Without a sword

 Written 1993  -

translated to Danish

by Bent Lindhardt 2011

IDAG

I dag er en dag

Hvor jeg godt vil begynde

At leve et nyt liv

Uden at synde

I dag er mit indre

Et glœdens baal

At faa kontakt med Herren

Er mit maal

I dag kan jeg starte

Som nyfødt igen

Tale aand til aand

Og ikke mœnd til mœnd

I dag gaar jeg trygt

Haand i haand med min Gud

Saa jeg kan leve uden frygt

Ved blot at holde hans bud.

LEARNING TO PAINT

  

I held a brush

With nervous hand

And wondered.

Will I paint my will of

thoughts and feelings

so you see the real me?

Orange, yellow,

brown and green.

All mixed strokes

With anxious hand and heart.

At least it is a start.

I started to paint in 1983.

I lived in Hawaii that year and there was an old lady who invited me and some other ladies to come and learn to paint “On her lanai”.

I was all exited, but she actually did not teach us.  All she said was :”Just paint  what you see”.  Well, I did not see anything, but it was a beginning.  My first painting – in oils – was painting of sunflowers.

I loved to paint and have painted ever since.  After 25 years I changed from oils to acrylic paint since I lived in small spaces.

Here is one of my last paintings:

THE SABBATH DAY

A day to catch up with the voice within

To search the soul.

To discipline to the minds desire.

New goals aspire.

A day to ponder our stand with the Lord.

To be quiet

And listen

To the Eagles soar.

Hoping one day we will soar like him.

Making new promise.

Repent the sin.

Looking up to the sky and try once more

Our faith to restore.

A day for forgiving.

For service and love.

To remember

The souls above.

To renew our strength.

Being fed by his words.

“Those that are mine

Shall never thirsts”

Vibeke Lindhardt.

9 May 2019

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started this poem 1982

HURRICANE IWA

DAMAGE AT TTHE CONDO WE MANAGED IN LAIE, OAHU

What a scare to know it is coming.

I wish I could hide.

But it’s no use to start running

from an act of god.

I have just a little time

To run through my mind

what to take in a moment and

what to leave behind.

No time to think.

I hear the whistling sound.

The branches are breaking.

The surf is high.

I lock my door and glare at the sky.

No time to think

Of things not important.

Like boats and furniture.

All I need is my family.

We feel it is too bad

We have such a storm

Without warning

From those who should know.

But sit back and ponder.

We were warned long ago.

Be Prepared

Were the words

From the Prophet.

He will come as a thief in the night.

Be prepared not just with water and light.

It will be like the day I remember

The day in November.

I was in the hurricane in  Laie, Oahu, Hawaii 1982

Written November 28^th 1982,

NEED

            

What is happiness?

A brief kiss gives no

feelings in your heart

nor joy in your womb

Where is the passion?

of two lovers

clinging to each other

United soon.

Yesterday, before you came

I had gladness in my heart.

Full of zest, enjoying life.

Happy as a lark

Now my happiness is gone

from the moment that you came.

Fear and worry filled my soul

As before, All the same.

Will the moment ever come

when you take me to your chest?

With deep passion in your eyes

holding tight ad feel my breast.

Move your hands Upon my hip.

Make me feel my heart could burst.

Will the moment ever come

when you will quench my thirst?

written 1981

Divorce 1986

THE VISION

Did Joseph see an angel

stand above his head?

Did Heavens window open

as the Book of Mormon said?

Just like Jesus

Joseph changed the World

By saying This is true.

My Father know and so do I.

And now it is up to you.

Pray about the vision

That Joseph claims the Father gave

Study, search with open mind.

For ignorance I grave.

written by Vibeke 1981

THE OUTCAST

 by Vibeke Lindhardt

As I walked down the hall

I was timid and shy

and the people

were just walking by

All were smiling and happy

And talking away,

But they didn’t say

“Hi” to the stray.

I looked in their eyes

wondering why

they were so busy

and just passing me by?

originally written 1981

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FEAR

Yesterday, before you came

I had gladness in my heart.

Full of zest, enjoying life.

Happy as a lark.

Now my happiness is gone

From the moment that you came.

Fear and worry filled my soul

As before – All the same

1981 - Vernon, BC

BROTHER AND SISTER

 Two little children, so happy today

Whistling away in their play.

Building with Lego’s all wrapped

Up in their thoughts

Pretending the cowboy get caught

Adam so fair with his fingers so small

Building a tower so tall

“I love you”, he says

 in the midst of it all

to Heidi, who’s singing away

WAITING

By Vibeke Lindhardt

I was 23 when I walked down the road

With a child in my hand

With a heart that was cold.

He was not my man

I had made a mistake

But the child I loved

and could not forsake.

Many years went by

Twenty-eight all in all

Just on Mother’s Day

I still can recall

When he said to me

There is someone else.

I want to be free.

I was torn inside

I knew it was true.

He was not my man

That I could not hide.

She loved him now

Just the way I should.

But could not endow.

My hair turned grey

But my heart still warm

And there he was.

Without forewarn.

The love of my life

Though most years were gone.

I became his wife.

I am born on 8 September 1937. Married Keld Neumann Johansen 23 Feb. 1957 because I was pregnant.  Our child Sussie Linda Neumann Johansen was born 7 June 1957.

Keld left on Mother’s Day 12 May 1985 for a younger woman

Bent Lindhardt and I met 2011 and was married in Toquerville 24 June.

I felt very strongly that he was my eternal companion, but I left Bent November 2018 because I felt emotionally and mentally unsafe.