Monday, 31 July 2017



Heavy hurt feelings
Edging out happiness and joy
An aching deep within
Through the mind and soul
Agony and anguish
Cruise relentlessly in the mind
Holding me hostage

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

My Bane

My Bane

Is Mary Jane
I used to love thee
Now you’re just a bane
On me

Smoking was such fun
Have a toke
And get spun
It was sad
A loke

Now it messes
With my life
Causing stresses
And strife

I pray
Everyday to our Lord
Begging him to take away
This discord

However, I know
Mary Jane you are
My woe
My scar

The only way
To beat you
To hold you at bay
Is to see through
My addiction
To rid myself of this affliction

© Phil Renaud 2017

Friday, 23 June 2017

All The World's A Stage

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world’s a stage]

William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616

Jaques to Duke Senior          
                          All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Tuesday, 20 June 2017


A vagabond
Wandering through my life
Searching but never finding peace
Befuddled by cannabis sativa
My life story is a shamble
Grasping for leverage
Failing I stay

© Phil Renaud 2017

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Early Morning

Early Morning
It is dark
Dawn is imminent
The only sounds I hear
Are chirping birds
My laboured breathing
My pounding feet
And my heart
Thumping in my ears

An early morning run
Is an exhilarating way
To start the day

© Phil Renaud 2017

Photo from Internet, no claim of ownership

Friday, 19 May 2017



Cannabis sativa

© Phil Renaud 2017

The Dawn

The Dawn

Awakening of the day
Uplifting the soul
Rosy rays of sunlight
Obscuring the darkness
Ruddy skies proclaiming
All hail the dawn of a new day

© Phil Renaud 2017

Friday, 12 May 2017

The Addiction

The Addiction
It’s insidious
It creeps in gradually
Like a burglar
It steals your ambition
It all starts with an innocuous
“Wanna try it”
Then it’s let’s try again
And again
And again
Soon it’s a habit
A fun habit, kinda
Now after 40 years
It’s a bummer
It dulls the mind
Makes me lethargic
It’s not enjoyable anymore
Yet my mind
Craves it
My body aches
Without it
Yet life seems better
Depriving myself of it
I can run better
Write better
Am more alert

So I have concluded
No matter how you
Look at the situation
I am an addict

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
To my friend
Who’s half a world away
Miss Bekkie transcends
The distance between us
Her joy and love of life
Causes no fuss
And is rife
With caring and tenderness
Towards her pals
No matter their locales

So here’s wishing
All the best
To my friend
Miss Bekkie

May God keep you
In the palm of his hand,
Bless you and keep you safe.

Have a great day ☺☺

© Phil Renaud 2017


Matrons, so dignified and sober
Orderlies, when injury occurs to a child
Therapists, a counselor when needed
Helpers, always willing to lend a hand
Educators, teaching children to live and grow
Rescuers, whenever pets or kids need saving
Saintly, as all mothers are

These are a mother’s lot
To serve and protect everyone she’s got
In her family
And she does it uncannily

A mother’s love
Goes far and above
Normal emotion
Showing her singular devotion

So on this day for mothers
Let us not think of any others
Except for our moms
And sing psalms
Of praise to spark
Glory and fame for our Matriarch

© Phil Renaud 2017

Thursday, 4 May 2017

My Last Stand

My Last Stand
Snorting and running
I am free
Yet still caged
I run anyway

Suddenly pinpricks
Points of pain and agony
More pinpricks

I see red
Stopping and pawing the ground
I charge

The red swooshes
More pain and agony

Deeper more hurtful
Than before
The stabbing makes
Me angry

My vision is blurred
With anger
And hurt

I charge again
More pain
Deeper this time

I feel my life blood
Draining from my body
I keel over
And breathe
My last breath

© Phil Renaud 2017

Artwork courtesy of David Palmer

Tuesday, 2 May 2017


Cloyingly courteous
Amiability abounds
Noble nation
Aboriginal artists
Delightful denizens
Apologetic attitude

I am Canadian ♥

© Phil Renaud 2017
Picture from Pinterest

Wednesday, 26 April 2017


thousand mini suns
all growing in a big field
posh Mother Gaia

© Phil Renaud 2017
Picture from Pinterest

Tuesday, 25 April 2017


oh, mother Gaia
you sustain and nurture us
yet we destroy you

© Phil Renaud 2017
Picture from Pinterest

Friday, 21 April 2017


Connected, yet disconnected
Society is subjected
To much input
Yet society is hard put
To making the human connection

Our world is wired
Society is mired
In electronic gear
Hidden in our own sphere
Of reflection

Let us not forget
That our best asset
Is out gift of talk
And take stock
Of our electronic affection

Put down the electronics
And get back to frolics
With our fellow humans
Before it ruins
Our human connections

© Phil Renaud 2017
Photo courtesy David Palmer

Tuesday, 18 April 2017


A time of renewal
A time of rebirth
A time of death

Trees bud
Blossoms bloom
Grass grows
Mother Nature renews

Fish spawn
Wildlife births
Bugs hatch
Mother Nature is reborn

Winter dies
Our Lord is crucified
Jack Frost exits
Giving way to Mother Nature

© Phil Renaud 2017

Saturday, 8 April 2017

Delicate Rain Drops

Delicate Rain Drops
soft rain on the grass
mother nature’s gentle tears
watering the earth

© Phil Renaud 2017
Picture "Delicate Rain Drops" from Pinterest

Friday, 7 April 2017

The Queen

The Queen
There once was a haughty queen who
Liked to dress in shades of blue
Escorted by bugs
Who seemed to be slugs
She tended to act like a shrew

She had a fish for a servant
Who could be very observant
A lack of water
Meant he forgot her
As his near death was emergent

© Phil Renaud 2017
Photo: Vintage postcard, artist unknown

Thursday, 30 March 2017


Psychedelic pictures
Screaming spacy
You yield
Calming cerebral
And add
Abstract art

© Phil Renaud 2017
Artist: Bekkie Sanchez

Tuesday, 28 March 2017


Spring is in the air
Robins are everywhere
Flowers are blooming
The air
Sitting in my chair
Enjoying the sun
Praising the holy one
For the rebirth of his creation
And our salvation
Through Jesus Christ, his only son

© Phil Renaud 2017
Picture © Patricia Renaud 2017

Thursday, 23 March 2017

I Wish

I Wish
I wish I were a quicker wit
Then I might not feel like a twit

I wish I were rich
Then life might not be a bitch
                    It would be a life of riley

I wish everything was easy
Life would be so breezy
                    But that would be no fun

I wish wishes came true
Then I would not be so blue
                    Most of the time

But if wishes were true
Then that would skew
Our view
Of the zoo
                    Called life

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Painted Houses

Painted Houses
Small pretty houses
All lined up row upon row
Painted so they glow

© Phil Renaud 2017

Photographer: Gary Lo

Saturday, 18 March 2017



Was thinking about death today
In this peculiar way

Not of friends or family
Of those I would know
The passing of my cyber friends
Was the thought
That perturbed me

I would be sad
To lose my poetry buds
Their beautiful words
Would be no more

It would be a sad day
The world would be deprived
Of one who brought joy
With words
To so many

My thought was
How would I know
Of their demise
When our connection
Is through poetries eyes
On the Gplus site

So all of you
Poetry cyber friends
Please take care
For it’s sad to say
That one day
You will not be here
To bring joy
To us all

And I for one
Will rue that day
With great sorrow

© Phil Renaud 2017