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!

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

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!!!

WHISPER a PROMISE By Polly Guerin

Agostino Carracci's Whispering Angel

I promise to be really really good

My intent is firm and understood

I'll try to commit to one tiny favor

The joy I give for someone to savor

Whisper a promise on the face of the moon

Remember to keep loyal an to make room

Do something kind at moment's notice

Grasp the opportunity and give advice

Make a pledge, stay constant and firm

It's easy to do it right now and learn

To donate an volunteer to a worthy cause

My true intent enriches it all as I pause

To remember some other older friend

Call often, sending cheers to the end

Make time to send a sweet written note

A thank you card is the best I wrote,

Send someone the perfect loving gift

Whisper a promise, don't be remiss.

A Child's Enchantment By Polly Guerin

Let's escape beyond the forest trees
A secret life, the Lilliputian's,
                                            if you please!

Where fairies build castles and dens
 And write pretend stories by the pen

Their little houses can be seen by day
At nighttime they come out to play

Tiny folk in green leafy clothes
Of moss and floral they pose

To amuse a summer's day at play
We join in the merry romp today

There we enact fantastic tales
And slay dragons it never fails

Imaginary monsters an sing songs
Tripping through the velvet faun

In this enraptured place I belong
I count the days, that I be gone

A thunderous storm burst forth
All the tiny dwellings were lost

Yet, I remember enchanted time
That only fairy tales can remind

Those wondrous days do not last
We grow up, my dear, far too fast!

ADIEU Dear Life By Polly Guerin

No earthly grave for me
in dark twilight years, I be

Alone in the cold damp ground
Missing nature's joyous sound

I do not expect to wither there
They'll be no one to even care

And set a flower by my stone
For I be here quite all alone

No, No no wooden coffin box
Plunked down with forever locks

I prefer to return to humble dust
Take my ashes but do not rush

Go gently to some quiet glade or glen
Somewhere, where I have never been

An spread my ashes among songbirds
Singing love song I have never heard

And let the wind take me faraway, far
Where field flowers bloom like a star

And here I rest my weary tired head
Nourishing the nature's earth instead

The silent earth beneath my flight
Into the heavens I might alight.

GLOBAL WARMING By Polly Guerin

Spring arrived early this year
Why February?it was not clear

Early blooming red-maples burst
Bloomed buds died at first

A snowstorm came the other day
Migrating birds lost their way

Their food supply lay frozen
Nature caused commotion

Flowers confused had bloomed
Were frozen in their gloom

Daffodils nodded to their icy life
Their numbered days  a sacrifice

Chipmunks stayed underground
Nary a nut could be found

The trees dried up their sap
They shuttered and moaned

Their leaves were iced and cold
No one had known or foretold

A lone coyote gave a mournful cry
Alas, ti's sad to have to say

Shed a tear for the passing of joy
Never to enchant girl or boy

The beautiful spring of yesteryear
Is gone forever, my dear

More snow predicted is on the doom
Must lovely Spring leave us so soon?