POETRY FROM THE HEART by Polly Guerin

CONGRATULATIONS and HONOR (c) By Polly Guerin

2012-02-07T07:53:00.000-08:00

Don’t let critics downplay your dream
Adversity is not all that it seems

Just a small nick in your great plan
Even if they grunt don’t understand

Stay focused to the triumphant end
Supported by loyal, inspired friends

Select those who champion you
In every effort it is your due

Soar to heights beyond measure
Even small joys be your pleasure

Your conviction never swayed
Success is yours rolling on a wave

Rushing to shore to claim victory
Applause awaits your synergy

Against all odds your dream peaks
Awards await the patient one who seeks

Rise up with accolades and honor
Your golden years be much fonder

The pinnacle of achievement scores
All congratulations and honor be yours.

THE SISTERHOOD OF BROKEN HEARTS(c) By Polly Guerin

2012-01-17T09:00:00.000-08:00

A New Year---a clean slate
Life is short, don’t hesitate

It’s time to clear the decks
Neaten up our minds, no regrets

Begin today, embrace change
Accept a real chance to rearrange

Identify your secret happy place
Quiet down get out of the race

Dare to dance in the gentle rain
Wash away all the angst, the pain

Create new possibilities to win
Newfound happiness and grin

Speak words of comfort and soothe
Gratefully acknowledge, never rude

Practice simplicity, speak with love
Quite the critics hold your head above

Say “Yes” to the journey back to yourself
Be ladylike and gracious, never selfish

For life is more precious than gold
Choose to live it with a spiritual hold

Live as if you been given one last day
Make it your mantra don’t delay

Be with those who help your being
Release useless relationships, begin singing

Accept life’s tangled dance and flatter
Believe in healing, mind over matter

Mend broken hearts, begin anew
Reborn to be a Brand New You.

2012 YOUR HAPPIEST YEAR YET!!! (c) By Polly Guerin

2012-01-03T06:18:00.000-08:00

So many reasons to be thankful
for little things
Small unassuming treasures
that life brings
Greet a frown with a smile
linger a little while
Give an optimistic word or two
before the chat is through
Soften a tear, a disappointed heart
encourage at the start
Spread joy throughout the day
clear gloom away
Stop complaints with a compliment
be it sincerely meant
Bring a sunshine personality and convey
cheerfulness all the way
As the joyful holiday season unfolds
peace and harmony foretold
A new year unfolds a brand new day
don’t fritter it away
Off with outdated points of view
rejuvenate be true
Make room for new vitality and health
get off the shelf
Discover new found prosperous ideas
more brilliant than previous years
It’s time to prioritize your needs first
put other demands in reverse
Recharge yourself in a serene place
resume a happy face
See good things keep coming your way
patiently plan each day
Make 2012 your Happiest Year Yet!!!

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

2011-12-09T11:31:00.000-08:00

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!!!

THANKSGIVING REVERENCE (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-11-11T08:36:00.000-08:00

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.

A SONG IN MY HEART (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-10-26T08:48:00.001-07:00

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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AUTUMN RAINBOW (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-10-19T11:13:00.000-07:00

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.

DEAR JOHN LETTERS (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-10-07T08:25:00.000-07:00

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.

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

2011-09-15T06:30:00.000-07:00

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.

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

2011-09-02T17:23:00.000-07:00

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?

ON GOD'S MOUNTAIN (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-08-28T09:19:00.000-07:00

On God’s Mountain
Rio de Janiero, Brazil August 19, 2011

The concrete colossus, by man, planted in the sky

Christ the Redeemer majestic on Corcovado cliff

Softens the heart of the mixed masses of Rio

With arms outstretched it exudes peace and brio

It towers over skyscrapers and the lush primeval forest

World tourists and pilgrims come to stand in awe and rest

They pray to the greatest symbol of the eternal City

Transforming the penitents and tourists with pity

The Redeemer’s arms gather all the faithful forgiving,

Head bowed Christ’s face looks down on the living

Awestruck by the Redeemer’s powerful attraction

The colossal Wonder of the World is their reaction to

An Art Deco style wrought by the sculptor Landowski

Redeemer’s monumental presence is the gateway to humility

The key that opens the door to Brazil’s spiritual world

This architectural Christ dignifies with beauty unfurled

Welcoming all of mankind, not just Rio.

What a marvel it is to be on God’s mountain!!!

COPACABANA VISTA (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-08-25T09:10:00.000-07:00

COPACABANA VISTA
From the 37th Floor of the Windsor Atlantica Hotel Rio de Janiero, Brazil 8/22/11

High in the clouds overlooking Copacabana’s curvilinear coastline
The singing sea rolls in on crashing waves to the sandy shore
I gaze out my hotel window in awe….

Hovering above in the clouds on Corcovado cliff, visible today
Christ the Redeemer outstretches its arms with compassion
Where pilgrims pray and revere in reaction…

Soldering forth automobiles and tour buses like toys on parade
Command every inch of the traffic lanes to their destination
Weaving their way along the wavy tile promenade…

A loving heart seems to pulsate in this tropical place
Where the lush forest intermingles with their lives
And a feeling of peace and harmony resides…

From the wealthy to the humble mountain Favelas
And the pulsating sambas these Carioca’s co-exist
Their Portuguese pride cannot be missed…

In a land that claimed Carmen Miranda as their own
Enchanting the world with her Latin song
So many seeds of culture were sown…

And Villa-Lobos’ passion for the tropical exuberance
Created lush music with Afro-Brazilian themes
In melodies romantic and magical…

Rio casts a spell on all kinds of people
It steps to the beat of the raging waves
Cool comfort surges up before the sun’s rays…

And another day awakens in Rio de Janiero.

Adirondack Soliloquy: THE BLUE CANOE By Polly Guerin

2011-08-09T12:42:00.000-07:00

What say you about the blue canoe?
Wrought in woods from the land
Was grounded, I could not understand…

She once coasted along the forest shoreline
Solo in the innocent rusticity of this place
She was a slender beauty and had grace…

A tribute to craftsman’s sleek creation
Now painted a vivid blue, like the sky’s
Descent to darkness, she sailed no more…

But sat perched high on concrete blocks
Inside her core no wanderer paddled
But a riot of colorful field flowers spilled forth…

For she glided ‘or the lake no more
No watery grave for this blue beauty
She was painted like a tarty courtesan…

In deep marine blue, and she knew her duty
Serving as a tourist attraction
I invite your reaction…

Should the Blue Canoe be so confined?
Her liberty is what I mind
I'd rather see her ply the waters.

ADIRONDACK REVERIE (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-08-07T14:39:00.000-07:00

With the gentle stroke of the paddle

A lone canoe glided on the mirror-like lake

Through the morning mist…

During the tedious torture of that hot summer

At morning’s break, the sun standing at a distance

Glared in yellow mango over the parched earth…

The blue sky seemed burnt ablaze like liquid gold

Casting image reflections onto the cool waters

The intense heat almost unendurable…

The tedious torture of that hot summer

Bore down unrelentlessly with a vengeance

While the shrill voice of nature awoke…

In the distance the plaintiff call of an unseen loon

Transported us into the wilderness

Plying the waters along the forest of ancient cedars…

On the shore they went through the shrubbery and

Down a walk bordered with myriad of colorful field flowers

There the birds sang a chorus of welcome…

A cooing pair of ring-doves slept in the honeysuckle

And a whippoorwill had settled in a giant cedar

Sending forth its morning message…

Suddenly a silent gloomy stillness filled the air

And a light breeze sprang from the blue depths

Of the lake dispensing cool comfort…

But a sharp shivering rain began to fall

The rising wind sobbed and wailed mournfully

Surrounding a rustic cabin where they took refuge…

And across the silent, gloomy stillness

Thunderous rain fell on the earth

And poured out its anger on the agonized heat…

Giving the prematurely darkened day,

Night before its time

Drawing sultry July to an end.

THE LIVING FRAGRANCE (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-06-27T18:56:00.000-07:00

Smell the sweet fragrance of life
Purge negative aromas and strife

Don’t let the gentle scent pass you by
Breathe in its pure content with a sigh

Clarity moves on waves of fresh air
Bringing streams of living vitality clear

Indulge in thoughts romantic and poetic
Evoking times, places, people, be aesthetic

Transport yourself on airborne streams
Abandon restraint, respond to your dreams

Let the fresh breeze engulf your realm
Listen intently for the message at the helm

Breath in new beginnings, new thoughts
Clear the air of stale retorts

Float free of time and sail away
Carrying hope, of love and joy replay

With delicate grace retrace the path
The fragrant buds of wisdom will surely last.

WORDS, WORDS, WORDS (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-06-08T20:01:00.000-07:00

Spoken words are metamorphosistic

One minute they come crashing down

Another time words send you reeling
Or toss you around like a merry-go-round

Uncharted spoken words can be catastrophic
Without merit your limited view can be myopic

But life-giving words break down low self-esteem
Letting us accomplish beyond our choicest dreams

Just one loving compliment can change a life course
Pile on the compliments, “You’ve got the resource,”

Be the leader of your personal cheering squad
Shout out praises to everyone bold, out loud

Your positive words can set a person free
Just tell someone, “I’m proud of you,” and see

The door opening up wider to their destiny Your kind hearted gestures are full of glee

Restoring confidence where lackluster sits

Say ‘You’re great in what you do” it fits

Encouragement lets people choose to excel
Reach out; let someone know that you can tell

They’re someone special and ring a bell
Ringing out praises, announce they’re well

Kind words spread health and healing
Put your heart into every loving meaning

Keep the positive punch in every phrase
Do it often, feel the buoyant joy rephrase

Choose wisely the words that you convey
Bringing hope to all in need we pray.

MEMORIAL DAY 2011 (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-05-30T18:43:00.000-07:00

It seems fitting that rain
Should fall on this Memorial Day

The pain and sorry will never go away

Like the tears of parents each millennium drop
Represents a brave departed hero, it never stops

Rain pours buckets with thunderous applause
Acknowledging the ultimate sacrifice for the cause

Lighting strikes, lights up the sky till we cry
Those brave young heroes why did they die?

Nothing hurts loved ones more than recalling
The dreadful foreign places where they were falling

They dreamed of making their mark in first place
Time ran out in battle, they did not win the race

With hearts crying out this loss of a family’s pride
Their broken hearts, their sorry they cannot hide

Once the celebration, parades and ceremonies cease
Don’t forget the loved ones who brought us peace

Devoted husband, loving son and brother, a patriot
We honor the brave Americans, don’t think we forgot

You gave heroically your tomorrows for our today
Nay never forgotten for you our Heroes we pray

With grateful hearts we celebrate your life
The world made a better place by your sacrifice.

CANDLE WISDOM (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-05-29T06:04:00.000-07:00

Life’s trials and tribulations like a burning candle

Brings us joys and heartache we can handle

It flickers when the foul wind blows

Ushering the unexpected, who knows

Despite the vicissitudes of life

Keep the candle lit despite the strife

Darkness fades in its glowing flame

Sunshine beams and dispels the rain

Its colorful flame lights up courage

Accept the challenge don't begrudge

Instead of sitting stagnant on a shelf

It’s a chance to reinvent yourself

Rejuvenate flare up with new found hope

Life gives us marvelous mysterious scope

So keep the flame of life ever bright

Say your prayers and say “good night!”

A MOTHER WAITS (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-05-10T17:17:00.000-07:00

Sleeping Woman by Tamara deLempika

How can a mother forgive a broken heart?

There’s so much hurt it’s hard to start

Waiting, waiting, her daughter/son never called

They picked up the phone but were stalled

A phone call would have brightened her day
So many disappointments she dared not say

All that is left are tokens in a keepsake box
Mementos she treasured are there locked

She recalls the joy of their angelic faces
But they’ve moved on there’s no traces

Alone in the silence a mother dreams
Recalling the child in that halcyon scene.

A BASKETFUL OF LOVE (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-05-09T18:59:00.001-07:00

'The Convalescent' c 1875 James Tissot

A visit to a Convalescent…

Bring with you a party basket full of Love

Fill it up with prayers from above

Include teacups and saucers for two

Candy kisses, chocolate, gourmet cookies, too

A book, magazines to while away the hours

Something spiritual to give them powers

Note cards and stamps easy to mail

Writing one’s memoire never fails

Promotes good healthy vibes and rejoice

The convalescent may talk it is their choice

Listen, let wholesome words light their way

Your comforting visit brightens their day

An hour or two spent in a tea time chat

Hastens recovery and that is a fact!

INTO THE SILENCE (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-04-13T09:47:00.000-07:00

OUR LADY OF SILENCE >> Into the stillness of my thoughts

Where reveries arise and sought

To remember with surprise

How each memory kept us alive

Tis' time now to release them; forget

The disappointments that were met

Everything old must pass away

Start afresh, start a new way

And focus on the positive phase

Of those joyful halcyon days

Honor the memory that renews

A healing space within brews

Into the deeper silence find peace

Widen your vision and release

Your thoughts with re-found hope

All’s well you’ve got strength to cope

Set aside all thoughts of discontent

An enriched life was meant

Create a new space filled with love

Embrace the silent gift from above.

CONDOLENCES and REMEMBERANCE (c) By Polly guerin

2011-04-02T07:16:00.000-07:00

Lean upon my shoulder dear one, draw near.... I will stroke your bonnie hair, wipe away the fear... Let soft tears fall upon my cheek I embrace your sorrow so meek... I will kiss your furrowed forehead so dear Your story will fall softly on my ear... Of days long spent and gone Lift up your heart hear the joyous song... Remembering is a treasured gift Keep sacred the memories don’t drift... Cross out sorrow from your heart Tomorrow’s new beginning is the start... So clear your weary, sorrowful eyes Let anguish go with a deep sigh... Release sadness and say goodbye From these reveries we cannot hide... But put them in a keepsake box There they are forever cherished and locked.

PICK UP THE PHONE (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-03-25T10:52:00.000-07:00

Where have the laughter, the hidden smiles gone

The voice of communication now forlorn?

No ringing caller comes to chat
Or even discuss a personal spat

I can just hear by the tone of one’s voice

What troubles preclude their choice

To spill out details, an unhappy time spent
Or share the joys of life’s celebrated event

A caller can bring even on an overcast day
Something an impersonal email cannot convey

Keeping touch by email lacks emotion
There’s no vocal inflection or commotion

Abbreviated words on a printed page
Lack the wisdom of a spoken sage

As people choose to shortcut to email
The living element of communicating does fail

To connect humanity from the heart
So think before you email, before you start

Take a minute and pick up the land phone
So someone out there will know they are not alone.

WHEN SHADOWS FALL (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-03-22T15:54:00.001-07:00

Into each life gloomy shadows may fall

It is the moment that we recall

When dark was the day of discontent

Trying to unravel what it all meant

Though life’s shadows may seem long

This passing cloud does not stay strong

The sun will break through the gloom

Clearing the way for you to resume

A positive outlook on another day

Rejoice in its portent don’t dismay

No one’s life is perfect or unmarred

The secret message 'do not get scarred'

Take it all in but think twice

Remember it’s a part of life

Don’t be hard-hearted and mean

At most it’s only a temporary dream

So when shadows fall and they surely will

Cast off the clouds be calm, be still

Be light-hearted and try to smile

This too will pass, only last awhile

Lift the sullen veil let the sunshine in

Renew, take courage and again begin

To reclaim your joy and start a new chapter

Remember, your happiness is what you’re after!!!

FLEETING MOMENTS (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-03-14T18:37:00.000-07:00

A passing smile goes on a mile
Sending waves of love to a child

The gentle touch of a mother’s hand
Reassures, let’s us understand

To trust in the hand that holds
The secret of our heart foretold

The beauty of sunset, sunrise
Assured each day to our surprise

The blue, blue spiritual sky
Its permanency does not lie

All is well you are not alone
The great creator is on the throne

These fleeting moments may surely pass
But a greater love will always last.

TAKE LIFE GENTLY (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-03-10T11:41:00.000-08:00

Summer Breeze painting by Dianna Willman

The soft mellifluous breeze
Filters through the trees…

On a mid summer’s night
Caressing my cheek so slight…

Like a gentle hand of love
Sends a message from above…

To pause, take life more gently
Do not go heavy handed but relently…

Be more sensitive and romantic
Embrace love be less frantic…

Slow the pace of treasured minutes
Stretch each day beyond its limits…

Etch each moment in a journal
Savor every item every kernel…

Celebrate every day as a gift
Time rushes by as we drift…

Away into the great abyss
May your numbered days be bliss.

YOUR STORY (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-03-03T09:44:00.000-08:00

Each page in the book of life

Tells of heartache, love and strife.

How well will you tell your story,

Will it celebrate life’s glory?

And be glad of the choices made

Was it one of courage and comrade?

Inspiring others to greater achievement

Despite lost victories and bereavement?

Did you champion of the goals of others

Be a faithful steward we’re all brothers

Were you creative even in miniscule tasks

Inspiration and pride of work was asked

Someone imbued with a generous heart

A first responder before you part?

If disappointment came your way

Know there is hope in another day

Write a new chapter on a positive note

Reconfirm affirmations on what you wrote

Each day a newborn page unfolds

Inscribing your account and goals

Make life changes on each page

Learn from your story like a sage.

REACHING FOR THE STARS (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-02-25T16:31:00.000-08:00

Sometimes our dreams seem curtailed

Review your faith, it never fails

Lasso your elusive stars

Fulfilled dreams are not too far

Live the life you imagined

Create it as you fashioned

Revel in each day’s re-birth

Give thanks you were put on earth

Recall the dreams of long ago

Create them in daily time and know

Thou life seems short changed

Remember happiness is within range

Start living your dreams, why wait!

Open the welcome gate

“Why reach for the moon

When you have the stars?

*Inspired last line in the film, "Now Voyager" (1942) when Bette Davis says to Jerry, "Why reach for the moon, when we have the stars."

Meaning: If you reach for the moon, or reach for the stars, you are going to achieve something great, or do something challenging.

SING A SONG OF JOY (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-02-18T12:44:00.000-08:00

The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano

Start off with a refrain
There’s wisdom to gain

Take life easy and grow
Sing a song pianissimo

Build up your courage and go
Keep upbeat time in fortissimo

When joy arrives you’ll know
Shout loud sing in crescendo

There’s more joy in life
So sing a new song

As joy bubbles up in laughter
It’s diminuendo you’re after

Sing, sing for the joy of living
Musical scales are so forgiving

They lift your spirits beyond the pale
Staccato notes never fail

Reveling in a sense of well being
Let me hear you singing.

GIVE ALL to LOVE (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-02-08T20:01:00.000-08:00

Love by Pop Artist Robert Indiana

GIVE ALL to LOVE ©

Valentine’s Day 2/14/2011

Do not awake to find

That Love is gone

Other loves await us

You can right a wrong

Plant love’s forgiveness

Heartbreak abates

Never give up on love

It’s never too late

Mysterious and beautiful

Kiss a stranger’s lips

Take the hand of wanting

A world full of riffs

A lonely child awaits us

Famished and forlorn

A mother yearns to kiss

Cold lips just born

So many brave men gone

Deaf to a lover’s song

I am old with wondering

Why the reason Why

The world is full of weeping

Must love be denied?

Kiss the child take the hand

Send love across the land

Say ‘Yes’ to your hopes and dreams

Life is never what it seems

Open your heart to happiness

Spread the Gift

Eternal Love remains.

RE-ENCHANTMENT (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-01-28T08:27:00.000-08:00

“Chanter” (French) sing out loud beyond measure
Follow your instincts give everyone pleasure

It’s time to fall in love with the simplicity of life again
Forget routine, the daily grind every itty bitty sin

Be enchanted as you never did before
Daydream and travel to distant shores

See the world let your imagination take flight
Gaze at the multitude of dazzling stars at night

Remember to make a wish upon a star
Answers granted are on their way, not too far

Count your blessing, taste life a little
Soften a disappointed heart that’s brittle

Suspend disbelief say, “Yes” help yourself
To abundant joys waiting on the shelf

Allow a deep sense of beauty to be your plan
Do it now!!! Just because you can

Seize the moment, let your hair down
Go barefoot on the grass wear a fairy crown

Forgive your shortcomings, clear your mind
Laugh until you cry happy, the joyful kind

Create time and space, go there and find joy
Become re-enchanted like a little girl or boy

Discover the secret dreams you let slip away
Thrill to the moment with delight, be gay

There’s no point in wearing a disappointed frown
Live life to the fullest and wear a magical gown

Dare yourself each day to be re-enchanted
Get carried away, a beautiful life is granted.

Inspired by the writing of Father Paul A. Keenan

YOU ARE CREATIVE, YOU HAVE IDEAS (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-01-21T17:46:00.000-08:00

So you’re not the artsy type

Beware my dear of all the hype

So what…

You can’t write a poem, paint or potter
You’re probably doing something even hotter

Don’t give up cause you’re not a gourmet chef
And think there’s probably nothing left

It isn’t true…

You turn the ordinary into something special
You’ve got brains, imagination and metal

Creativity goes beyond the arts and crafts
You make the day fun and everyone laugh

You don’t have to be artistic to infuse
Your home and career with creative muse

Don’t lock your creativity deep inside
Release apprehension go for a wild ride

Re-invent yourself from the inside out
Let everyone know your creative, shout

“I am creative” and “I have divine ideas”
Let them spring forth freely through the years.

*Art by Gail/Shabby Cottage Studio

YOU'RE RICHER THAN YOU THINK (c) By Polly Guerin

2011-01-09T16:42:00.000-08:00

Did you know that you are richer than you think?

Don’t just count up your assets in a wink

Count instead your talents and strengths

Go to your inner value, to all lengths

No matter how poor you feel
That evaluation is not really real

Discover the gift of family and friends
Your talent is abundant never ends

It outnumbers any obstacles in your path
Disappointments, I tell you, do not last

Whatever difficulties exist they are minute
They’re no match for someone creative and astute

No, my friend, intrinsic value is not the case
Nor a fortune, riches, real estate or place

So re-evaluate the cash value of your worth
You’re a unique talent placed on earth.

Image: Illinois Association for Gifted Children

GRATITUDE NEW YEAR 2011 (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-12-30T17:36:00.000-08:00

What have I to be grateful for-
Shall I tally up the gainful score?

And count my successes 'n failures as won
Acknowledging accomplishments and fun

Letting the past year pass with gratitude
For cherished memories, the positive attitude

Cherishing the bounty of family and friends Pure love given freely but it never ends

Grateful for safe haven and peaceful shore
Blessed are we who know the score

Release, free yourself, let go of the past
Disappointments, prayers unanswered do not last

Let your heart be lighter and smile encore
Be amazing, dance in the rain and laugh more

Be your best self-assured, a wiser You
It’s a chance to assess talent and renew

Vow to fulfill each day with joyful enthusiasm
Don’t let naysayers curb your passion

Move forward courageous without fear
Welcome in the Blessings of a Happy New Year

Expect surprises, the wondrous gift of the future
And a brand new chance to make your dreams come true!

SNOWFLAKE REVERIE (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-12-03T07:48:00.000-08:00

Must the snowflake be so fleeting,

In its wintry frozen greeting?

Melting our hearts with intricate memories

What story would each snowflake freeze?

In time to unlock our hearts in global love

As the silent, frosty gift descends from above

Swirling and dancing before the windowpane

A zillion snowflakes no two alike in the frame

Lacy and fragile each snowflake in frozen glory

Diverse complexity tells myriad lifetime stories

There’s great beauty in this master plan

Treasure the infinite design because you can

Each snowflake new, six sided on view

Frozen snow crystal lets us renew

Our childlike marvel and joyful heart

Re-capture each moment before you part

Like life’s short lived past

Must the snowflake melt so fast?

AUTUMN GLORY, A Thanksgiving Tribute (c) by Polly Guerin

2010-11-22T08:33:00.000-08:00

Stillness settles o’er the earth

The trees are sleeping before rebirth

Just yesterday they wore golden hair

Their crimson garb with sunlit flair

Their starring role awesome and serene

The tall oaks in their last days of green

Maroon dogwoods and pink hydrangeas

Tall oaks tower over gapping strangers

Over the valley aflame with poplars

The landscapes quiet under the stars

Autumn colors set the world aglow

Now shed their fiery leaves below

Toasty yellows carpet my garden path

Must the chill of winter come so fast?

As the trees take their final bow

Katsura’s burnt sugary smell’s a wow

Like the crisp topping on crème brulee

It fills the air with tempting spray

The maples have poured out their heart

Liquid gold, deep amber from the start

Evergreens punctuate the scene so fine

Emerald and dark green, needles ‘n pine

Come and revel in fall’s color glory

Nature tells such a brilliant story.

Email Thank Yous (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-10-11T09:59:00.000-07:00

Thank you Emails leave me cold
Though expedient I’ve been told…

But I much prefer the personal touch
Cause I love you so very much…

A written card in hand is very grand
Know you’re busy, I understand…

But those Emails I cannot treasure
A Thank You card thrills beyond measure…

I love to save them in a keepsake box
Where I keep their message under lock...

To re-read another day and reminisce
Your Thank You card will never miss...

Telling me you’ve taken the time
To write a note of thanks so sublime.

BROKEN PIECES (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-09-02T07:17:00.000-07:00

Family and The Broken Tea Cup by J.A. Stewart

How can I mend a broken heart?
Each jagged piece is where I start

This tiny broken angle is a fragile part
of a treasured teacup bought on a lark

It began on Spring Day, joy to savor
Something wonderful was in our favor

Life unfolds with many twists 'n turns
Like these broken pieces I learned

The glue of life reminds me anew
Of opportunities before we knew

Though rainy days will surely come
Keep courage up before you're done

Amazing things are in God's plan
Gluing the teacup pieces says 'I Can'

Reap the rewards that are on their way
Be prepared mend the cup, don't delay

Mold the teacup into a positive whole
Make solid affirmations your goal

Count your riches family, friends
Your joyful renewal should never end

Abundant life 'n health your cup is full
Gluing teacup pieces all you need do.

CONDOLENCES (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-08-23T08:28:00.000-07:00

Rest your head upon my breast, dear one, come near

I will stroke your silver hair and wipe away
the fear

Let your soft tears fall like dew upon
my cheek

I embrace your heartache and sorrow so meek

I’ll kiss your wrinkled forehead wise and dear

Your lamentation will fall softly on my ear

Lift up your heart and hear the joyous rapture

Remembrance is a treasured gift to capture

Sacred memories never cease nor depart

Store them tenderly in a widow’s heart

Clear your sorrowful weary burdened eyes

Sunshine brightens memories we cannot hide

Reveries collected so dear tokens of lifetime love

Give permission to say goodbye like a soft dove.

A DISTANT MEMORY (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-08-02T10:47:00.000-07:00

Listen to the hushed murmur through the trees

Whispering lost memories if you please…

Stirring up reverie and fond symbolization

Listen to the tinkling distant orchestration…

Tugging deep into the depths of my heart

I hear the serenade of a woodland lark…

Playing a tune of longing and forgotten love
The distant sound under the blue sky above…

The days passed swiftly obliterating each kiss
Placed on a child’s forehead I dearly miss…

The cymbals and tinkling fairytale sound
Chimes a reminder how life goes around…

Embraces so cherished, arms empty now
Bring back the sweet sunshine and avow…

To speak softly of times of yesteryear
Cherish the memory faint as a whisper…

Remembering the days of childhood wonder
The spirited melody lilts while I ponder…

I was happier than I can scarcely recall
There was gaiety, love, we all had a ball…

Time to gather these memories in a keepsake
Hearing the lark play its tune on the lake…

The distant shore brings a melody so sweet
The whisper in the trees and treasures to keep.

Summer Reverie (c)

2010-07-24T08:38:00.000-07:00

Summer Afternoon, Summer Afternoon!!!

The happiest words I croon…

A song of remembrance of yesteryear
When the languid days made it clear….

“What a lovely time is summer!”
A hummingbird is the hummer…

A wonder it floats through the air
From flower to flower with delicate care….

Propelled by the morning wings so fleeting
Their enchanting tiny excursion my greeting…

The sunflower banquette in a seaside lullaby
Leans toward the sun like a happy child’s cry…

Wild blossoms tumble in profusion I spy
And the morning glory climbs up to the sky…

The sweet primrose waits till sunset to unfurl
Unlocking its rich perfume like a rare pearl…

At night the breeze caresses like a feather
Sent as a gift of fair weather…

Wafting against my cheek like a lover
I dream of its touch only to discover…

A thunderclap tears apart our embrace
Into a shelter, cooled off we race…

I can never forget those halcyon days
United with nature despite the haze…

Longingly I yearn to remember these treasures
Knowing this reverie can never be measured.

Sea Lullaby (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-07-15T15:28:00.000-07:00

Ode to the Sea...

Lulled by the turbulent soliloquy

The soft rolling waves caress the sea…

Clammy-eyed I succumb to the silence

Clearing my thoughts with reliance…

Cares and city cacophony drift away
Clearing the debris for another day….

Sea birds sing a mournful bleep
Stirring emotions in the deep…

The sea bound breeze brushes by
I accept its wisdom with a sigh…

It plays a withered seafarer tune
Rocking, rocking it cradles a loon…

Sweet dreaming I dare not awake
From a sea song slumber for my sake…

Might life go on like a sea lullaby
Embraced with love before I die?

Celia Thaxter American Poet By the Sea (c) by Polly Guerin

2010-07-06T08:37:00.000-07:00

Celia Thaxter in her Island Garden, painted by Childe Hassam.

Dear Celia Thaxter: I discovered the incredibly beauty of your poetry inspired by your life on Appledore, one of the Isles of Shoals off the coast of New Hampshire, which I visited so long ago. Your island garden so painstakingly maintained by the Portsmouth Horticultural Society brings to mind the patience and endurance of a woman whose love for the minutest detail of nature found its way in your poetry and also your watercolors and ceramics. Every flower, leaf, bug, slug, sandpiper, seabird and the mighty gray rocks were your friends and blossomed into poems of joyful recognition for their amazing contribution to a life well lived by the sound of the sea.
THE SOUND OF THE SEA
At first glance the Isles of Shoals seems very sad, stern and bleak, but to you Appledore, where you lived, it was enchanting. You perhaps ascribe your poignant poetry to the sound of the sea to the fact that people forget the hurry and worry and fret of life after living there awhile, and, to the imaginative mind, all things become a dreamy tableau of never ending beauty. The eternal sound of the sea on every side seemingly wears away the edge of preoccupation with the mainland; sharp images become blurred and softened like a sketch in charcoal and tranquility takes over the senses.
A SEASIDE SONNET
By Celia Thaxter: As happy dwellers by the seaside hear In every pause the sea’s mysterious sound, The infinite murmur, solemn and profound, Incessant, filling all the atmosphere, Even so I hear you, for you do surround My newly-waking life, and break for aye About the viewless shores, till they resound With echoes of God’s greatness night and day. Refreshed and glad I feel the full flood-tide Fill every inlet of my waiting soul; Long-striving, eager, hope, beyond control, For help and strength at last is satisfied; And you exalt me, like the sounding sea, With ceaseless whispers of eternity.
AN ISLAND GARDEN
Celia reminisces “All flowers had for me such human interest, they were so dear and precious. I wondered how every flower knew what to do and to be; why the morning-glory didn’t forget sometimes, and bear a cluster of elder-bloom, or the elder hand out pennons of gold and purple like the iris; or the goldenrod suddenly blaze out a scarlet plume, the color of the pimpernel, was a mystery to my childish thought. And why did the sweet wild primrose wait till after sunset to unclose its pale yellow buds; why did it unlock its treasure of rich perfume to the night alone? Few flowers bloomed for me upon the lonesome rock; but I made the most of all I had, and neither knew of nor desired more. Ah, how beautiful they were!” (From “Among the Isles of Shoals, by Celia Thaxter, 1873, J.R. Osgood publisher)
A LIFE SANCTIONED BY THE SEA
Life on the Isles of Shoals, in its remote and pristine beauty vividly colored Celia’s poetry and prose. As I witnessed this sea-locked vista I can tell you that the landscape of the Isles of Shoals has changed little since the time when Thaxter lived there. First as daughter of the lighthouse keeper on White Island Lighthouse and then later on Appledore where her family had the finest island hotel which became an intellectual and literary Mecca drawing artists like Willam Morris Hunt and Childe Hassam to the Shoals as well as well known authors. The burden of caring for her brain-damaged child, Karl, and an invalid husband, Levi, must have weighted heavily on her and would surely have been enough to discourage any writer, but Celia was committed to her role as a poet. She wrote with quiet passion of the place and land that she loved most and gave poetry readings daily throughout the summer season at Appledore.
AMERICA’S FAVORITE POET
Celia Thaxter (1835-1894) reputation as the most popular of America’s women poets far surpassed many other poets’ names better known today. Yet Celia’s fame began to wane around 1894 but is regaining its place with new legions of followers today who have come to appreciate her poignant sentiments. And now I leave you with an excerpt from Celia Thaxter’s poem “Land-Locked.”
O Earth! Thy summer song of joy may soar
Ringing to heaven in triumph. I but crave
The sad, caressing murmur of the wave
That breaks in tender music on the shore.

Tranquility (c) by Polly Guerin Inspired by Celia Thaxter, American Poet

2010-07-06T05:45:00.000-07:00

Celia Thaxter's Garden by the Sea in Appeldore, the Isles of Shoals, a group of nine small rocky islands off the coast of New Hampshire.

Tranquility (c)
By Polly Guerin

My heart is in the land by the sea

Tranquility is the place I yearn to be....

Where the roaring waves tame the rocks

Sending vibrating rhythmic shocks...

Somewhere a lone fiddler plays a mournful tale

While outside rages a surging gale...

In a sudden the sun breaks blue

Clearing clouds the day renews....

Bringing love and radiant hope

Encouragement, the will to cope...

The storm of life was a passing cloud

The fiddler's mellifluous tune now loud...

And the jig of life dances like the sea

Yes, the land of tranquility is where I want to be!

BABY STEPS (c) by Polly Guerin

2010-06-11T06:54:00.000-07:00

Now is the time to get started
Don’t delay and be downhearted…

Take Baby Steps forward to learn
Naysayers not be your concern…

Every disappointment is a gift
New doors open don’t resist…

Rise up and claim your place
Be a Winner in the race…

Dream on and make it YOU
Put ‘FIRE’ in what you do…

Don’t let anyone talk you down
Turn their attitude around…

It’s not too late for you
Success makes it all come true.

POETRY THERAPY A HEALTHY REMEDY (c) By Polly Guerin

2010-06-09T11:17:00.000-07:00

Poetry is often neglected in today’s high tech society resulting most significantly by the preoccupation by individuals with text messaging, cell phone use, iPods and other mechanical devises. This causes a cold interaction with plastic and metal that does not enhance the human spirit. Constant use of high tech devices can cause an individual to feel out of sync with one of life’s greatest pleasures: the written or spoken word. The reading and reciting poetry has lingering and uplifting vibrations exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. Poetry can also be a health benefit that helps to create a feeling of serenity, an oasis of calm or an avenue of encouragement or enlightenment.
READING & RECITING POETRY
There’s a great deal of pleasure to be had when you are alone just by reading poetry, but reciting it out loud could also give you considerable satisfaction as the words replenish beautiful thoughts. When a few friends gather in a poetry circle and someone with a lovely voice recites the inspired words aloud the affect can have positive vibes on the listeners in the group. When deciding on poems to read, at first chose poems for their simplicity, mood and message. Just as they do in a book club, after the poem is read, engage the friendship circle in a lively discuss of shared responses to the poem. I remember how a delightful friend with an exquisite tone to her voice as well as her ability to articulate certain words with emphasis at a holiday party recited the poem, “T’was The Night Before Christmas.” (Clement Clarke Moore) Although many of us had read this poem many times before, as we heard it read out loud we were spellbound as if held my some magical force that elevated our holiday cheer.
A POSITIVE OUTLOOK ON LIFE
In my poem Broken Pieces, (by Polly guerin 3/30/2010) for example, there is a message that each person can clearly define merely by reading it. As my dear friend Jan Cullinen said, “I really enjoyed it. Your positive outlook on life is so welcome in a world gone mad!” Yes, poetry can lift us out of the deluge of a computer driven and high tech society. If recited before retiring poetry can lull us to sleep, by day it can uplift our lackluster spirit, it can replenish our need to be centered and calm and it can have such a soothing effect that can make the workday seemingly pass with relative ease and efficiency.
BROOKEN PIECES ©
For your pleasure here is Broken Pieces:
How am I to mend a broken heart?
Each jagged piece is where I start....
This tiny broken angle is a fragile part
Of a treasured teacup bought on a lark ....
It began one Spring day, joy to savor
Something wonderful was in our favor....
Life Unfolds with many twists ‘n turns
Like these broken pieces I learned....
The glue of life reminds me anew
Of opportunities before we knew....
Though rainy days will surely come
Keep courage up before you’re done....
Amazing things are in God’s plan
Gluing the teacup pieces says ‘I can’....
Reap the rewards that are on their way
Be prepared mend the cup, don’t delay....
Mold the teacup into a positive whole
Make solid affirmations your goal....
Count your riches, family friends
Your joyful renewal should never end....
Abundant life ‘n health your cup is full
Gluing teacup pieces is all you need do.
REACTION TO THE POEM
I adore getting feedback from my friends and acquaintances and share a few with you. Patt Mihailoff, a celebrated author of mystery and romantic novels said, “Dear Polly, Only you can write though provoking prose about a broken tea cup and make it whole and beautiful once more. Thank you for sharing Broken Pieces.” Andrew Baseman of Andrew Baseman Design, an interior designer also mends antique broken pieces of china said, “Thanks so much for sharing your poem Broken Pieces. I forwarded your poem to the editor of Tea Time magazine.” Dear reader, won’t you please make a comment to this poem of your own or tell me about your favorite poem at the end of this blog in the comment section? If you do, thank you I will look forward to reading your response.
WRITE A POEM OF YOUR OWN
Why not write your own poem, you can do it and you do not need to be a wordsmith either. Keep it simple, rhyming two lines to start and before you know it you’ve created an inspiring work straight from your heart. Share it with your poetry circle; share it with family and friends. Read it out loud and savor the words as they flow gently from your imagination and inspired spirit. Wherever you live take the opportunity to attend poetry readings, be brave enough to ask if you might recite your own poem at another session. Get into the poetry grove and discover the great pleasure that poetry can bring to uplift your emotions, revitalize your appreciation and help you to recover the true meaning of a creative life.