Friday, December 9, 2011

IT'S NOT QUITE WINTER, YET (c) By Polly Guerin

It’s not quite winter…

The leaves still clutch the branches

Reluctant to let go of autumn
Of life itself…

Most have lost their rainbow colors
Parched and thirsty…

While black and rusty squirrels dart
Among the leaves…

A maple-leaved viburnan’s ghostly now
Awaits its fate…

The slightest breeze steals the last leaves
In a ballet dance…

This oasis in the forest sanctuary to
Other species…

In the solitude a black-capped Chickadee
Serenades…

Fee-bee, chika-dee-dee-dee repeating
His whistled song…

A huge buck comes round the bend
Majestic antlers…

Like a general in command he ascends
A rugged mound…

And surveys the changes in the land
Becoming barren…

A black crow complains, complains
Crying caw, caw caw…

As if warning that the frost is near
The warning clear…

But it is not quite winter, not quite yet!!!

Friday, November 11, 2011

THANKSGIVING REVERENCE (c) By Polly Guerin

Haunting hungry faces remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To have abundant food…

Jobless Joyless unemployed remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To have work…

Abandoned Aimless homeless remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To have a safe home…

Suffering Sick despair remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To be without pain…

Charitable Giving Causes remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To be able to contribute…

Silent Sentinel beggars remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To show compassion…

Strangers Stranded remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To give help…

Soldiers Soldiering alone remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To acknowledge their sacrifice…

Seniors Solitary waiting remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To give them comfort…

Thanksgiving Celebrations remind me
To remember how fortunate I am
To partake of the bounty.

WISHING YOU A HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! THERE ARE SO MANY WONDERFUL THINGS TO REMIND US THAT WE ARE TRUELY BLESSED EVERY DAY.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

A SONG IN MY HEART (c) By Polly Guerin

Rejoicing I sing a song of joy each day

Hoping the feeling will not go away

But be my life’s melody, set me free

A glad-hearted chorister I’d be


Raising voices resound in gratitude

With songs of high-powered latitude


I celebrate the glory of life’s rhythm

My heart beats in tandem notes given

Lofty voices spread harmony everywhere

I choose lilting songs with loving care

Spreading a global symphony of peace

Bringing the world comfort and release

Celebrating life lift up your joyful voice

Be harmonious glad keepers and rejoice.


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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

AUTUMN RAINBOW (c) By Polly Guerin

The dazzling sun floods the forest

Turning leafy branches into a
Painter’s autumn palette of hues

A mélange of greens from vibrant jade

To pure mossy tints framed in gold

High above in the canopy hints

Of orange, pumpkin and a splash

Of scarlet red darts between

The symphonic blast of colors

That only nature can produce

With a hint of royal purple here

A few wildflowers linger with

Goldenrod reigning supreme

While the green laden path below

A winter’s tale with its foreboding

Chill closes out Indian summer

And white wood asters begin to fade

The wind plays a myriad of tunes

A bird soloist pours forth sweet song

And in this solitude slivers of silence

Stills the discordant highway sounds nearby.

Friday, October 7, 2011

DEAR JOHN LETTERS (c) By Polly Guerin

Every other day I receive a Dear John letter

And things don’t seem to be getting any better

It’s not the kind of letter you have in mind

In short it’s worse, it’s really a crime

You see, I’ve been rejected again and again
So how in the world should I find time to defend?

My Novel, it’s bound to touch somebody’s heart
So why do I complain from the start?

Cause this is the 20th Dear John I have received
How did my story angle get rejected, I grieve

Could my heroine have been more mysterious?
My hero so in love that he’s delirious?

Just what do these editors want anyway?
When my book gets published they’ll rue the day

They passed my novel up without recourse
Perhaps self-publishing is the course

To take, at least for now before I break
Let me see my novel in print for goodness sake

I’ve enough Dear Johns to plaster the walls
My vim and vigor has been untimely stalled.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

REMEMBRANCE 9/11/2011 (c) By Polly guerin



An eerie silence shrouded the city
So many perished, such a pity


Without a clue they went to work that day
Never to return, here’s what I can relay


The night watchman was asleep
The chef arrived at 3am without a peep


The day awoke crystal clear a brilliant sun No one suspected what malice was done


Ambitious Steve pressed through the mob
James went early to be the first on the job


Ginnie bought breakfast on the street
Co-workers were greeted so complete


A young lawyer thought that she was late
The fledgling intern got in at eight


A conference was in full swing down the hall
A worker put in a long distance call


The Boss was jovial as he came in
His secretary said ‘good morning’ with a grin


An urgent message was on a manager’s desk
The mail was sorted like all the rest


A delivery man arrived with Starbuck brew
Everyone in a good mood, they never knew


By nine the computers were on high drive
Contacting customers they were still alive


A young girl admired her engagement ring
She planned to be married in the spring


Birthday balloons were delivered for Mary
The start of any ordinary day ‘cept for Harry


He volunteered and would leave his job
And join the marines like his brother Bob


Natasha was pregnant, her very first
Suddenly she had an insatiable thirst


These were some of the humble events
That commenced that day…


Trapped there was no escape from the inferno


No, those were not birds flying in the air People leaped into space, sometimes a pair


Into oblivion their lives did float away
So much lost, let's fervently pray


Grey sooty ghosts marched in silence
They pushed on home was their reliance


Churches gave rest and opened their doors
Restaurants gave free meals by the score


Never will I forget those people sacrificed
Cut so short when they were so full of life


For their sake keep the memory of the past
And cherish each day as your last.



Friday, September 2, 2011

ADIEU!!! Goodbye to August (c) By Polly Guerin

I care not to let these last days of August go

Those sweet lingering memories I know

Let’s re-capture her brilliant sunshine

Spontaneity and child-like laughter so fine

Carefree days with longer mellifluous nights
Time to revere and enjoy the halcyon sights

Sitting on a blanket listening to a park concert
The birds sing along and fountain plays a song

Leisurely languid days enjoying playful pursuits
Returning to friends, family rediscovering our roots

Canoeing like pilgrim explorers on a mirror lake
Not a worry, not a care we’re having a break

Apple pie scents waft through the beach air
We’ve come from a swim without a care

Laughing like children we gave up our reserve
To the magic of summer’s frolic we did serve

Our energy bursting we’re once again young, we’re gay
We antiqued and read books by the light of the day

By night the stars came out like diamonds in the sky
So I ask you now. Why must summer end, why?