Sunday, November 12, 2017

POLLY RELFECTS

It took a long time to become me
That's quite amazing I do agree

I have achieved, I have no regrets
I'm not the kind of gal who forgets

I remember how I squandered days
My youthful folly was another phase

Those precious days sadly wasted
Pinning away worried an unscathed 

Mooning over romance, lost love
Found relief from grief from above










I count my abundant blessings now
I know myself at last, yes I do avow

Awhirl in a joyous mature dance
An now I take a backward glance

My life story's in a perfect place
I'll write it down before the race

And take life back with gratitude
A new found joie de vivre attitude

To celebrate the new reborn me
My rejuvenation sets me free!



Sunday, October 29, 2017

Adieu to OCTOBER By Polly Guerin
















I am so glad that I live in a world
Where we have October to unfurl 

It was warm and cold, no rehearsal
Those autumn days, so controversial

Then the frost was on the pumpkin
A frigid winter day was somethin'

Autumn finally raised its sunny smile 
And sterling days lingered for a while

Forget not, the golden kisses of the breeze
Warmed our hearts even before the freeze

The ashes, oaks an maples were the same
And to the party leaves by hundreds came

Wine-red and golden bronze on the vine
The spectacular autumn show was divine

The hardy sparrows took a backward glance
Stayed on and on through the rainy dance

All Hallows Eve was a magical velvet night
With orange, gold and black, quite a sight

An star-diamonds fell from the night sky
As we dreamt of holidays in the festive pie

Pumpkin everywere and pumpkin ice cream
Celebrating Indian summer, a mellow dream

Then October extinguished itself without fanfare
But, Autumn is my favorite season, I do declare!

Saturday, September 30, 2017

ADIEU to SEPTEMBER By Polly Guerin













Summer lingered into September
Hot and humid I do remember

Everyone made, Do, to survive
Waiting for Autumn to arrive

Alas, a cold blast drifted in
The end of September did begin

The cool aroma filled the stifled air
Everyone gladdened, fall appeared

Rejoicing the city trees sang a song
Urged autumn leaves to come along

Painterly color dressed in crimson red
Brushed with gilded beams instead

New beginnings marked the season
Pumpkins, apple picking good reason

Herald the opening of the new year
With outlook favorable, and my dear

 Enjoy the glorious autumn glow
Count the days now before they go

September's grand finale closes in
Savor these treasured days and begin

For too soon it will be winter's tale
Comes round so swift with the pale.




Sunday, September 24, 2017

TENDERHEARTED By Polly Guerin
























One word, just a pleasing smile
Is all it takes to begin, beguile

Anyone, even a seeming stranger
Let happiness in, be the arranger

Of unsolicited good where you go
Be kinder today, you never know

An when you speak from the heart
A connection unites, has a start

Now a chance to change the world
Reveal wisdom and words unfurled

Speak from the depth of a frozen heart
Melt differences before they even start

Fill days with heartfelt compassion
Curtail concealing, even rationing

Be tenderhearted and then forgive
Enrich your spirit and joy to live

One word, just a pleasing smile
Is all it takes to begin, beguile.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

LA FETE POLLY 2017










There once was a man named Stephen
Sent down with a plan from Heaven

To create for the date La Fete Polly
And make her birthday so Jolly

Sheltered by an Oriental screen
A private party set the party scene

A Champagne toast in crystal glass
Thai tastings in multi layers lasted

Red wine poured out at every course
This celebration plan was the source

Every minute detail not overlooked
So he wrote a note in a memory book

"La Fete Polly will last for years to come"
And that, my dear, records a day of fun!

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

J'ACCUSE By Polly Guerin

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

J'ACCUSE By Polly Guerin

Lovers' Quarrel by French Painter Henri Gervex 1887




















Once Upon a Time a man was enraged
When he read love poems on the page

This arrogant self-seeking husband
Beside himself with rage and thunder

Confronted his wife with indignant rage
Read tender intimate sentiments saved

Exposing heartfelt emotions in detail
With poignant memories never failed


So tender were the loving words chosen
He was at once angry his emotion frozen

Ignited his heart, he remembered the loss
But then again, what care, he was the boss

Convinced his wife so severely deceived him
He demanded to know the possible reason

And confronted his wife with rude demands
So sudden, so cruel, she did not understand

The confrontation was heated and very sad
But she was steadfast and seemingly glad

"My poems about YOU, when we first met
Somehow the years flew by, did you forget?

A gentle, caring lover you inspired my heart
Those wonderful early years from the start."

The husband admonished fell into his chair
Realizing his folly had fueled his despair.

Friday, August 25, 2017

CHICKEN POT PIE: Real an Delicious!!! By Polly Guerin

Chicken Pot Pie---it's made with Love!!!  

















We seek it here and we seek it there
Anything other is fake, An it isn't fair!

Send the imitator back to the kitchen
Refuse to eat such impostor chicken

Real Food Takes Time and care
Like Chicken Pot Pie I do declare

It's comfort food,  a traditional dish
I'd like the real thing, that's my wish

Frozen veggies don't make the score
Obviously bought in a grocery store

Fake sauce obviously prepared in a can
No doubt, a chef's short cuts is the plan

Give me fresh carrots and English peas
 Organic chicken chunks if you please

Add sauce so succulent with cream
Whip in butter an it's a tasty dream

Top it off with a jaunty pastry hat
Slit the first layer, it doesn't go flat

What sets real Chicken Pot Pie above?
A special ingredient, it's made with Love.