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 everywhere 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!

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!