Friday, 6 January 2017

Shelack Hums

Shelack Hums
There once was a detective
Who was very effective
At solving mysteries
With great histories

He used his brain
To ascertain
The guilty factions
So that by his actions
Justice was served
To those who deserved

Shelack Hums is his name
Solving crime is his game
With his partner, Dr. Whitson
No criminal could outrun
The duo
Of Shelack Hums & Dr. Whitson

© Phil Renaud 2017
I claim no ownership of photo

This poem goes back to my earliest roots as a writer - when friends and I wrote plays in grade 7 or 8 (more than 40 years ago) - about the great detective Shelack Hums. Enjoy☺

Thursday, 5 January 2017

Love is...

Love is…

Love starts as a small seed, much like that of the Mustard seed. As the mustard seed grows into a majestic tree so it is with love, as it matures and ages, it grows spreading joy, bliss and encompassing all within its reach.

Love is like the embers of a dying fire, sparkling, glowing and radiating heat and light into a harsh world.

Love can also be like ice, cold hard and unyielding.

Love is an emotion that must be shared. Sharing love increases the power of love tenfold. An emotion that is shared by man and wife becomes the bond that unites them for life.

Love is the most wonderful feeling that one can experience.

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Girl In A Jar

Girl In A Jar
Confused and alone
Time is unknown
Hugging my knees
A feeling of unease
Invades my mind
As I find
I am quarantined
In a jar
It’s truly bizarre
Being trapped in a jar

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Golden Tears

Golden Tears
My heart bleeds
For thee
Logic concedes
To a stormy emotional sea

Waves of sorrow and passion
Clash in
My head
Till I begin to shed

Golden tears

© Phil Renaud 2016

Artwork titled Larmes d'or (Tears of Gold/Golden Tears) by Anne Marie Zilberman 

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Morning Runs

Morning Runs
The inky black darkness
Is pierced by the white light
Of the bloated full moon

The morning crisp
Frigid air freezes lungs
Sidewalks icy

The stillness is broken
By pounding feet
And panting breath

Early morning runs are invigorating
Especially on a cold
Winter day

© Phil Renaud 2016

Monday, 12 December 2016


Slipping & sliding
Nightmarish navigation
Obscured optics
Winter wasteland

© Phil Renaud 2016

Thursday, 8 December 2016

Morning Walk

Morning Walk

morning azure skies

breeze wafts forest greenery

enjoying my walk

© Phil Renaud 2016

Friday, 2 December 2016


The joy starts
In the ethereal awareness
Cupped in my hands

From a small seed
The joy grows
Until like a flower
Pushing out of the ground
The joy erupts out the ether
Radiating outward

Spreading peace, light and joy
To everyone

© Phil Renaud 2016

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Pink or Blue

Pink or Blue
Pink or blue
Which color is for you?
Society says blue is for men
And pink is feminine

Why is it like this?
Pastel colors are the bomb
Pure bliss
Good at keeping one calm

So I don’t care
What you think
I will wear
Blue or pink
And I will not shrink
From the ballyhoo

Because I think
Different than you

© Phil Renaud 2016

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Great Creator

Great Creator
O great creator
I beseech thee
Let our crops grow abundantly
May our hunts be bountiful
Let us live in peace
And harmony
Rain down your blessings
On your people
Bestowing peace and tranquility
On us all
We ask this in the name
Of the creator

© Phil Renaud 2016

Monday, 21 November 2016


Flying fish churning seas
Colorful peacock feathers
Butterflies dragonflies
Colorful leaves wispy clouds
Peaceful doves songbirds and eagles
All come together
To make my dreamscape
A cornucopia
Of technicolor delight

© Phil Renaud 2016
Artwork titled 'Spirit of Flight' by Josephine Wall

Friday, 18 November 2016

An Off Day

An Off Day
You can feel it coming
A rumbling down in the pit
It builds to a churning
That is sometimes painful
The churning changes to a roiling
Like a pig on a spit
Turning over and over and over
And intensifying

Movement causes increased
Churning and roiling
However movement is a must
To get to a safe haven
Movement causes
Moaning, groaning, clutching, and hoping

The movement is too much
The percolating moves to ejection
Which explodes out
With the force of a bomb
Coating everything

The purge is over
Energy is drained
Rest is a must

I abhor getting sick

© Phil Renaud 2016

Monday, 14 November 2016


Act admirably
Love life
Openly oblige
Humbly human
Appreciate all

© Phil Renaud 2016

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

God's Footprint

God’s Footprint
It’s in the air
The birds
The bees
The flowers
And the trees

It’s in you
And me
Our family
And our friends
Some don’t recognize it

It’s the beauty

Of the morning sunrise
The golden hues
Of the evening sunset

It’s the blue sky
The fluffy clouds
The red hot sun
Shining down
On our fun

It’s the night sky
Filled with glowing
Dots of light
And the moon
Shining so bright

It is God’s Footprint
On display
For all
To see

Give thanks to our God
For his love and generosity

© Phil Renaud 2016
Photo courtesy of and by Elizabeth Gallo

Friday, 4 November 2016


I have a respectable employment
Have had it for a couple of decades
It used to be a joy
To work
Now a lifetime
Of working has passed
Becoming a drudgery
Along the way

I started here
When it was a new plant
Things were viewed
Through rose-colored glasses
The sheen wore off
And the real work world
Hit me
Squarely in the jaw
And then the drudgery
Slowly crept in
So now my working days
Are a chore
So much so that
I don’t want to anymore

Retirement is
A few years away
I can hardly

My job is humdrum
Monotonous for sure
I will still strive
To do my duty
Each day at work
Until the glorious day
Of retirement arrives
And this drudgery ends

© Phil Renaud 2016


My mind races
From one thought
To another
With no pause in between

The weight of my life
Rests heavily
On my shoulders

My past
Preys on my mind
My future
Looks bleak
My present
Is grey and dark

I feel like I am being crushed
Like a sponge
By my very

© Phil Renaud 2016

Monday, 31 October 2016


Two souls wandering
This earth
Lost and alone

When they met
It was like a bomb going off
Creating a mushroom cloud

Their desire burned white hot
Like an unquenchable fire
Wild and free

They mated
With a burning passion
That consumed their very souls

Sated, their desire quenched
They parted
To again wander the earth
Lost and alone

© Phil Renaud 2016

Friday, 28 October 2016


Bees buzzing about
In the air and in the hive
Glorious honey

© Phil Renaud 2016

Thursday, 27 October 2016


Haiku is nature
Certain rules about content
Made to be broken

© Phil Renaud 2016

Wednesday, 19 October 2016


Penitence prayer
Inspired intercessory
Exalted Eucharist
True tersanctus
Your Yahweh

© Phil Renaud 2016

Wednesday, 12 October 2016


Religious rite

© Phil Renaud 2016

Tuesday, 11 October 2016


Black starry night sky
Rest time for daylight creatures
Perfect sleep weather

© Phil Renaud 2016

Jamaica 3

Jamaica 3
Leaving on a jet plane
I know when I’ll be back again
Oh baby, do you wanna go?

Heading to the land of sun and sea
This land is truly for me

I love the weather,
How can you ask for any better?

To say the people are great 
Is to understate

The food is to die for,
Can you ask for any better?

And the beer & rum
Spinnies here I come

I love this land
It could be my second home
This land of reggae bands

Jamaica, the land of the wild & free
Let me come to thee

© Phil Renaud 2016

Inspired by “Leaving On A Jet Plane” by John Denver

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Jamaica 2

Jamaica 2

Land of sun and sea
It’s a second home for me
Jamaica heaven

© Phil Renaud 2016


Jamming to reggae
All day long
Meandering along white beaches
All day long
Inhaling the wicked weed
Cuz I can
All day long

© Phil Renaud 2016