Tuesday, November 29, 2016

A MAGICAL CHRISTMAS By Polly Guerin

Robert Indiana's Iconic LOVE Sculpture


















LOVE AND GLAD TIDINGS EVERYWHERE
EVEN MELTS THE FRIGID FROSTY AIR

SOMEWHERE AN ANGEL IS SINGING
AND CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

LOVE SURRENDERS TO THE SEASON
A BEAUTIFUL HARMONY IS BEAMING'

THE NEWBORN DAY GIVES HOPE WE PRAY
EXPECT GLAD TIDINGS TO COME YOUR WAY

BRINGING GOOD NEWS OF GREAT JOY
GIFTS FOR EVERY GIRL AND BOY 

THE CHRISTMAS TREE IS LADEN DOWN
WEARING A BRIGHT STAR IN ITS CROWN

THERE ARE MEMORIES IN THE KEEPING 
THAT GOES HEART TO HEART BEATING

AND EVERYWHERE LOVE, LOVE ABIDES 
WARM HEARTED FEELINGS NEVER HIDE

BE JOYFUL, BE GRATEFUL, BE YOUR BEST
PUT PERCEIVED GRIEVANCES TO REST

THE DAYS ARE FILLED WITH MAGIC
SURPRISES IN STORE, BE ECSTATIC

BE VIBRANTLY ALIVE AND ARISE
CHRISTMAS BRINGS A SPECIAL PRIZE

SOMETHING YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED
MAY YOU BE BLESSED WITH JOY AND PEACE

WISHING YOU A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS
             JOYEUX NOEL! 



Tuesday, November 8, 2016

CHERCHEZ LE SOUFFLE By Polly Guerin


GRAND MARNIER SOUFFLE a la Jubilee


















CHERCHER LE SOUFFLE
(A tribute to Jubilee Restaurant)
By Polly Guerin

Puffed up on air like a cloud
Le Souffle is delicious and proud

Whisking fluff is the Cordon Chef's clue
Perfection is essential, that we knew

It's creation is a matter of  creative time
Ingredients delicious and utterly sublime

Le Souffle is an independent dish
One waits on Le Souffle, as they wish

Made-to-order---patience is the call
This Haute Cuisine dessert does not fall

And Voila! it arrives like a precious gift
Melts in your mouth like a frothy whiff

Of smooth egg infused delicate cream
Leaves us reeling as if in a dream

One spoonful sends us in a spin
The fluff is magical to begin

And sends us crooning oohs and aahs
Le Souffle, quite clear, is a dessert star

He fame is brief we devour it all
But "Oh La La" my dear, I do recall!!!

Sunday, November 6, 2016

FICKLE FROST (c) By Polly Guerin

Aroma of Plum Blossom comes from cold and frigid frost and snow
Must the frost of winter come so soon?
August left behind was still in bloom

Summer's languid days were the best
Gave us time to ponder, time to rest

Yet winter snaps her fickle frigid finger
We rush home, we do not linger

Ensconced in the cocoon warm of our abode
We curl up in cozy fleeces to beat the cold

And confined here by the fickle frost
Alas, what care I, if a times I get lost

In winter's lounging longing nights
Seeking silent sentiment until the light

When daybreak casts its golden hue
Over the mysterious brooding brew

And awakens our solemn silent slumber
A new day breaks with wakeful wonderr!!!

Sunday, October 30, 2016

THE WORLD IS FULL OF WEEPING (A poem inspired by the works of the Indian poet Tagore) By Polly Guerin

Kalki 'The Destroyer' Descends on Greed,, War and Destruction














The World is Full of Weeping
Greed and self--seeking

With the fever of unrest
Destroyed our own, our best

The 'Disappeared' forever gone
Never to hear a peaceful song

And dark stains cover the earth
The wars that know no rest

Wherefore shall come a white knight
Bringing a message to all, to re-unite?

All nations together in one bond
Of everlasting friendship fond

Oh, most reverent holy spirit
Show immeasurable mercy to us

And wipe away the brokenhearted
Stop the madness before it gets started

Restore beauty to the bleak plundered land
All nations together now must understand

There is no way forward except with peace
Oh, gracious spirit give us courage an release

Purify the minds of  the weary misled
Forgive and bring back beauty instead 

Unite the hearts of all the world's people 
In the harmony of a one connected life,
          A World at Peace.


Friday, September 30, 2016

THE LITTLE YELLOW HOUSE By Polly Guerin

The Little Yellow House by Michael Baum


The Little Yellow House
New England's finest
Stood its ground down 
 a cul-de-sac

Sheltered by great ancient trees
It beckoned welcome if you please

An through shuttered windows
Saw the passing wildlife show

An yon nearby past the glen 
A mother deer and doe came again 

A lone red fox skirted over the meadow
A feisty hungry fellow

And dozens of wild turkey came
To prance before the windowpane

And lush bushes housed birds at the feeder
Squirrels and chipmunks were eager

House and wildlife in the picture frame
But, alas, it would never be the same

Then the wreckers took down the house
Ancient boulders and everything about

And the dead sweet meadow made me cry
The Little Yellow House heaved a sigh

A monster mansion took its place
New England had changed its face

Not for the better, destroyed the land
I shall never, never understand

Chopped down the majestic trees
And the wildlife did not please


The turkey flocks disappeared, gone
Never to hear the birds springtime song

An nary a deer or doe came this way
The 'disappeared' had nothing to say

Smooth artificial lawns sprawled
Natural grass an trees were appalled

Not for the better, destroyed the land
When will people ever understand

The threat to nature is beyond the pale.


Monday, September 12, 2016

TODAY, THE ONLY DAY

Today is the only day we have, it's called Today
Treasure it, why give it away?

Yesterday is forever, ever gone

Bring in new day with a song

Celebrate today as a special gift

A happy heart will soon uplift

Your expectations with elan

Jot down the hours make a plan

Find hidden treasures an clock

Give thanks for and take stock

Of joyful minutes to live alert

Banish disappoint and skirt

Issues not worth your watch

Smile more, don't be a starch

Robot passing in the parade

Give generous to those you aide

Hug someone with all your might
Banish loneliness and delight

Give someone a sweet surprise
Be honest, respectful and wise 

Pump up courage be your best

No time to dally take your rest

Today is the only day that matters

Tomorrow may never come, scatter

Your dreams and lose prime time
Latch onto today and you'll be fine!


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Adieu GINNIE CURY By Polly Guerin (Virginia Guerin September 3, 1936-June 21, 2016)

Agostino Carracci's Whispering Angels

My sister died they say
A massive heart attack took her away

The pain an sorry will ease with time
Sweet memories will live on, be mine

To savor when at evening's end
I have lost my dearest friend

Though distant we kept in touch
I loved weekend calls very much

Admired most her brilliant mind
And with it all so very kind

So smart she could have been a judge
Unraveled legal matters without a grudge

A wonderful person her caring smile
She would do the work go the mile

A youthful beauty and blonde
In friendship we had a bond

She championed my creativity
Acknowledged great sensitivity

I'll miss her tender loving touch
She loved her little dog very much

In Canada as children at play
Never thought it would end this way

Sweet memories will keep me strong
Forever in my heart she will belong

Thank you Ginnie for being in my life
Having you as a sister was one
of Life's greatest gifts.....that will 
have evermore meaning as time goes by.