Beauty
On a makeshift bridge
My feet dangling in the air
Beauty surrounds me
Glowing sky with birds chirping
Am grateful for God’s nature
© Phil Renaud 2015
Wednesday 16 December 2015
Tuesday 15 December 2015
Trust
Trust
The broken tree
Spans the cliff opening
Daring me to test
Its strength
Taking a deep breath
I gingerly step
Onto the broken tree
Hoping for the best
A few creaks
But the tree
Holds me solid
I sit in the centre
The tree sags
Under my weight
But I trust my God
To keep me safe
To keep me safe
© Phil Renaud 2015
Christmas Things
Christmas Things
Christian celebrations
Happy holidays
Religious rites
Ice illuminations
Stocking stuffers
Traditions
Merry music
Advent angels
Snow spray
© Phil Renaud 2015
Merry Christmas in 9 Languages
Merry
Christmas in 9 Languages
Chag Molad Sameach (Israel-Hebrew)
Hristos se rodi (Serbian)
Roomsaid Joulu Puhi (Estonian)
Izilokotho Ezihle Zamaholdeni (Zimbabwe-Ndebele)
Seku Kulu
(Uganda)
Mutlu Noeller (Turkish)
Alussistuakeggtaarmek (Canadian Aboriginal-Yupik)
Suk sarn warn Christmas (Thai)
© Phil Renaud 2015
Monday 14 December 2015
Garden
Garden
Working the garden
Grandchild enters with Grandma
Work stops to hug child
© Phil Renaud 2015
Thursday 10 December 2015
Space
Space
Space
The final frontier
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise
It’s five year mission
To explore strange new worlds
To seek out new life
New civilizations
To boldly go where no man has gone before
©
Gene Roddenberry (year?)
Space II
Gazing longingly
Into space
I send my thoughts and greetings
Out into the void
Aiming for the stars
Hoping for an answer
From beyond
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Alien Life
Staring into the void of space
My mind wonders
Are there others
On another planet
Wondering about
Life on another world
Right now
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Space III
Shouting soundlessly
Perhaps pointlessly
Alien awareness
Comes closer
Everyday
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Thursday 12 November 2015
Wednesday 21 October 2015
Tuesday 8 September 2015
Tuesday 25 August 2015
Friday 21 August 2015
Creativity
Creativity
I am relaxing
on my couch
In my Living
Room
My head is
wreathed in a blue smoky haze
A sweet pungent
odor fills the air
The stereo is
on
Playing rock ‘n
roll
I can see the
music
Coming from the
speakers
The beat of the
drums
Cause the haze
in the room
To swirl, dance
and cavort in time
I melt into the
couch
My body and my
mind succumbing to the hallucinogen
I enter a
dreamlike trance
Where reality
is distorted
And time has no
meaning
I am free from
my body
My mind floats
high upon a cloud
Wandering
aimlessly
To places I
never knew existed
Where thoughts
are fleeting
And strange
Never lingering
in my brain
For very long
I like to
pretend
I am more
creative
When I am
tripping
But am I
really?
Or is it just
an illusion.
© Phil Renaud 2015
Monday 10 August 2015
I Miss Mom
I
Miss Mom
I am indebted to
My Mom
Institutionalized as a baby
She adopted me
She gave me a family life
Miss her so much
On to heaven she went
May you rest in peace Mom
© Phil Renaud 2015
Wednesday 5 August 2015
So Many
Signs
So many
Inundating
Gaia
Needlessly
So many
Inspired by “Signs” by Five
Man Acoustical Band
© Phil Renaud 2015
Wednesday 29 July 2015
I'm Going Home
I’m Going Home
Pain and agony
Wash over me
Feelings of despair
Dominate my heart and soul
My senses no longer work
My time is short
I can feel my life draining away
The end is near
My Lord beckons me
Calling me away
From my wasted body
I’m going home
© Phil
Renaud 2015
Inspired by
the song “I’m Going Home” by Ten Years After
Tuesday 28 July 2015
Fallen Gods, Magpie Tales #280
Fallen Gods
The sky is cloudy
No crowds to be rowdy
An empty square
There is electricity in the air
Crashing down from the cloud
Was a mask like shroud
Landing with a loud clang
The steel mask rang
Lying on its side
Just like the wearer had died
And went for a downward ride
The mask looked peaceful and serene
It came from the sky
In the blink of an eye
Like a fallen god
Isn’t that odd
A fallen god
With nary a nod
Landing on the stone
Bereft of the throne
© Phil Renaud 2015
Image courtesy of Magpie Tales
#MakeWiseHistory
Poetry
Penning words
On paper
Entertaining
The reader,
Reaching out
to
You
© Phil Renaud 2015
Monday 27 July 2015
Time
Time
Time
Flows
Like
a
River,
at
Times
fast and raging,
Other
times it’s slow and peaceful
The
best times are those spent in the company of loved ones.
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Wednesday 8 July 2015
Blues Music
Blues Music
Blaring
Loud
Uncouth
Ethereal
Sexy
Melancholy
Unorthodox
Soulful
Inebriating
Coolest music ever!!!
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Image from Google, no rights claimed
Image from Google, no rights claimed
Whimsical
Kindred
spirits seek
Earthly
delights,
And
fluffy roughage
To
bolster their
Gumption
to get through life
© Phil Renaud 2015
Tuesday 7 July 2015
Don't Worry, Be Happy
Don’t Worry, Be Happy
When life gets you down
Your face turns into a frown
Don’t worry, be happy
When a project seems lost
And the work is going to be tossed
Don’t worry, be happy
If you suffer from writer’s block
With nary a poem in the dock
Don’t worry, be happy
Live in the now
Strive to wow
And constantly vow
To
Don’t worry and be happy
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Inspired
by the song “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” by Bobby McFerrin
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Wednesday 17 June 2015
Whimisical
Forbidding a hot dog
To ride a broomstick
Causes problems
None could have foreseen
© Phil
Renaud 2015
Tuesday 16 June 2015
Rain
Rain
Gently falling rain
Giving the earth sustenance
Harvest comes in fall
© Phil Renaud 2015
Photo credit ITV Westcountry
The Phone
The Phone
The phone receiver lay
on the desert floor
Thrown out of the door
A forgotten relic from
time past
Trashed
There was a time
When the phone would
chime
To signal a call
From your favorite doll
It was the only way to
talk
Without walking around
the block
To the neighbours place
And meeting face to
face
The phone’s time is
almost done
And like the setting
sun
It will fade into black
Never to make a
comeback
When that day has
arrived
I will feel deprived
And begin to moan
Because I do not have a cell phone
Because I do not have a cell phone
© Phil
Renaud 2015
Image by
Sarolta Ban
Friday 12 June 2015
The Messiah Will Come Again
The
Messiah Will Come Again
He was born
On a cold winter
night
In a stable
The Messiah will
come again
The light of the
God
Shone down on him
As he grew older
The Messiah will
come again
He preached about
God
And religion and
piety
And we shunned him
The Messiah will
come again
He was arrested
Tortured and crucified
Because of fear
The Messiah will
come again
On the third day
He rose from the
dead
Defeating sin and
death
The Messiah will
come again
He is the Lord
The Almighty
And he promised us
that
The Messiah will
come again
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Inspired
by the song “The Messiah Will Come Again” by Roy Buchanan
Thursday 11 June 2015
Running
Running
Wind messing my
hair
Sun on my face
Sweating profusely
Breathing ragged
Legs tired
Heart pounding
Running wild and
free
Feeling exhilarated
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Tuesday 9 June 2015
Closure
Closure
Burial of a
loved one provides closure to
those relatives still
alive in the world today
the living honor the dead
© Phil Renaud 2015
Friday 29 May 2015
Memories
Memories
The struggles of life
Blending together to form
Divine memories
© Phil Renaud 2015
Wednesday 27 May 2015
Book Pressing
Book Pressing
Butterfly preserved
Pressed between the book
pages
Turned to dust it’s gone
© Phil Renaud 2015
Image Courtesy Shefali Arora
Love
Love
Love
is an emotion that when expressed freely spreads peace, warmth, and happiness.
Love
is meant for sharing. For sharing by love spreads out covering the earth much
like the Phlox flower spreads out to cover the meadow.
When
love is shared it becomes as strong as a tree and as flexible as a branch. To
endure love must be both strong and flexible to withstand the rigors of life. Having
durability such as this love will last as long as the sun shines down on the
earth.
Love
has many faces. It can be seen in the joy of a child receiving their first
puppy – unconditional & unrestricted. Or in the way a mother deer helps her
fawn – nuzzling the baby deer. Or in the way a flower stretches out to reach
the warmth of the sun – dazzling with beauty & aroma.
Love
is not meant to be hidden. Hidden love festers and poisons itself with self-doubt
and negativity quickly becoming like a boil – red & sore. Hiding love makes
it unrequited causing the love to become hard & bitter pill to swallow.
Like
Prince Charming and Snow White finding each other, true love will find its
soul-mate.
So
always remember that love is better shared or given away. And sharing love will
only help to make this world a better place.
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Saturday 23 May 2015
Massage
MASSAGE
Masterful
methodical manipulation
Aiding
abused anatomy
Skin sighing
softly
Self-sinking
slowly
Anxiety
aches abandoned
Glorious
gift given
Euphoria
extremely elevated
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Poor Alice
Poor Alice
Life
Used
To
be
Fun.
Working
For
a living is
Such
a bore. I cannot handle
It
anymore. Please shut the door. I can relax more!
©
Phil Renaud 2015
Picture courtesy Bekkie Sanchez
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