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.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

ADIEU AUGUST 2017 By Polly Guerin

American Poet, Celia Thaxter in her Island Garden on Appledore
Island, six miles off he coast of Portsmouth, New Hampshire































The halcyon days of summer, ti's the end
Of languid days with my dearest friend

The month of August went flying bye
The forest trees awoke I cannot deny

Leaves danced to the baton of the breeze
Orchestrated by the dulcet wind to please

The lazy flowers got up to greet the sun
Even before the sweetest day has begun

Flowers most fragrant in the morning dew
Gather an save them  in a potpourri, a few

Loving the colorful wildflowers ever more
They tell me vivid windswept stories I adore

Listen softly, a myriad birds are on the wing
An the woods awake with magical music sing

Yet the halcyon days of summer draw near
It's time, keep treasures in the heart so dear

Vacation time, birthdays, a wedding, too
It was a joyous, busy month, but it flew

For in August the harvest days are borne
Bringing luscious greens and golden corn

But I will not forget August's longing song
My favorite eighth month is where I belong!



Saturday, June 3, 2017

PROSPERITY By Polly Guerin












I am not very rich, rich at all she said
Wonder what's going on in her head

Let's tally up the realistic basic score
Believe me there's much much more

Than dollars to value one's worth
Dig deep into the coffer and search

For therein find the prosperity in life
Unlimited access to everything is nice

Enriching one's mind with new ideas
An interesting, fulfilling life never fear

That abundance is waiting at the door
Your worth is counting up the score

Open up with hope, believe and trust
For prosperity is far beyond the lust

Your silver lining may soon turn to gold
Happiness is far richer I have been told

Give thanks for 24 hours alive with joy
In a never ending journey never recoil

Await unexpected gifts, and windfalls
Surprise invitations will soon enthrall

Wait and listen to the still small voice
It whispers a promise, that is very nice!

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

A LAZY BONES SOLILOQUY By Polly Guerin

















I think I'll stay in bed awhile
And recall the days past by

Lay there and free the dream
For life is never what it seems

Slipping into a sea of memories
Delving deep  seems like centuries

And remember I am not alone
The treasures from the past I own

Like golden nuggets I do recall
Some more precious of them all

An sink into reverie and release
Cry awhile it will give some peace

Ah, so good to purge the anguish
Of unfulfilled dreams we languish

In the ever streaming of love lost
Yes, Ti's time to forget the cost

Of unfulfilled ambition denied
Yes, Ti's time to recall and cry

Why Why Why must we go on
And on, like a lamenting song

Acknowledge the perceived loss
It was just a phase in life's course

Why dwell on these sad melodies
Get up, get out of bed if you please

Now awake to the power of NOW
Be grateful for a chance to avow

A new day's fresh adventure awaits
Your heart's desire for goodness sake

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

YOUR LIFE IS LIKE A BOOK By Polly Guerin

















Everyone's life is like a book
Here and there in every nook

You are the author of each chapter
First of all it's storytelling you're after

At each turn of the blank page
Find stories to the end of the age

Each day holds the key to a new chapter
New adventures, opportunity you're after


Disappointments even made you strong
Into another chapter they belong

Joyful remembrances take first place
Provide times of peace and give space

To thoughts of ancestors long gone
Into another chapter they belong


Write new stories daily of your life
Well lived with gratitude did suffice

Build the narrative of your life
With sentimentality, even strife

Use words that are honest an bold
It's your personal story to be told

Your story like a magnificent rainbow
Is multi-colored and arched like life

A personal treasure, so do not lock
But put it in a forever keepsake box

Attune each day to new fresh ideas
You're an author now never fear

Writing a book is a gift to yourself
A gift giving story not on the shelf

Whatever direction your unique story takes
Express yourself now for goodness sake!!!