Thursday, 12 October 2017

Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks
Thank you for my life
And my beautiful wife

Thank you for my job
And my friend Bob

Thank you for the food I eat
It’s a wonderful treat

Thank you for my Mom and Dad
There’re gone now and I am sad

Thank you for my family
We are so mannerly

Thank you for this glorious day

Thank you Lord for everything
To you I cling
Offering thanks and praise
For all my days

© Phil Renaud 2017

Monday, 25 September 2017



Our little red Juke
Is no more

© Phil Renaud 2017

Friday, 15 September 2017

A Distant Rumble

A Distant Rumble
A distant rumble
Forebodes the advancing storm
Rain dampens the ground

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Morning Tea

Morning Tea

Dew wets the grass
Birds chirp merrily
Welcoming the dawn

Mist swirls about
Obscuring trees and flowers
Giving the world an eerie luminescence

The rising sun
Cracks the horizon
Beginning another glorious day

Steam rises from my cup
Wafting the pleasant aroma
Of green tea past my proboscis

Welcoming a new day
Enjoying morning tea
In the backyard

© Phil Renaud 2017


Summer is
The way for an
Early fall
Exploding colors
Rejuvenate the forest

© Phil Renaud 2017

Music Is In My Soul

Music Is In My Soul
The music is pounding
Reverberating, echoing, booming
Coursing through my veins
Like a wildfire

The music is soft
Gentle and sweet
Like drizzling rain
Falling delicately
Onto the ground

The music is wild
Crazy, enthusiastic, demented
Akin to a ping pong ball
Bouncing and ricocheting
Around my brain

Music is in my soul
It permeates my entire being
Bringing floods of emotion
In waves, buffeting my spirit
Until I succumb to the beat
In my head
Floating on a river
Of eternal bliss
Lost in the euphony

“Life without music would be bland and plain.”

© Phil Renaud 2017

Artwork “Music Was My First Love” by Nikki Smith

Thursday, 31 August 2017

Love Is...(2)

Love Is… (2)
…Like a rose. First it is a small seed. When it is planted and nurtured, love grows. Eventually blossoming into a beautiful flower.

…Like a blanket. Wrapped in your favourite one has a sense of warmth and security. Love warms the heart and secures the spirit.

…Meant to be shared. When love is shared it expands and deepens, becoming more expansive than the universe and deeper than the dark depths of the sea.

…Healing. When a heart is broken, love can mend the sorrow closing the wound like a seamstress sewing a torn dress. Love becomes the thread that binds the wounded soul.

…God. For he so loved the world that he sacrificed his only son to redeem us. Through that redemption we are saved. God showed the world how to love and now we can love and cherish our fellow humans.

…Sacrifice. Forfeiting our own life to save another is the ultimate form of love. Being willing to give all to help another person comes naturally when in love.

Love was given to us as a gift by our Lord and Saviour above. Cherish love and love will cherish you.

© Phil Renaud 2017

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Solar Eclipse

Solar Eclipse

It is noon
The world is dark
How can this be?
Superstition abounds
Fear rise correspondingly
Chaos ensues

Then a glimmer
Hope returns
With the light

The moon and the sun
Have had their meeting
The darkness is over

Until we meet again in 2024

© Phil Renaud 2017
Photo courtesy of David Palmer



To sleep, perchance to dream
That is the question
Should we take the plunge
To fall into a dream world
Where things are not what they seem

Perchance do will you drive
Risking life and sanity
To travel from here to there
To be alive

Perchance will you eat
To sustain your life
To remain healthy and strong
Up on your feet

Perchance will you live your life
Living life to the fullest
Or is life full of maybes, perhaps,
Ifs, ands, buts
What would life be
If we never took a chance

Live life
And perchance something
Good may come your way
Easing your pain and strife

© Phil Renaud 2017
With inspiration from Shakespeare

The Waiting Room

The Waiting Room

Glary lights give the area
A surreal glow
Antiseptic aroma fills the air
Giving a sense of sterility
People scurry back and forth
Dressed in scrubs

Coughing and hacking
Noises fill the room
Casts, splints and slings
Adorn the waiters
Wheelchairs are a
Favourite mode of transport

These are the sights and sounds
Of a hospital waiting room
A dreary place
Filled with sick and ailing multitudes

A place I visit
All too often lately

© Phil Renaud 2017

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

The End

The End
Olive Ridley Turtle
Black Rhino
Leatherback Turtle
Indian Elephant
Indus River Dolphin

spEcies driven to oblivion
eXpiring on a daily basis
Total annihilation
our world Is a poorer place
when they are goNe
mostly Caused by man
This has got to stop
let us lIve in harmony
with Our fellow creature

© Phil Renaud 2017

A proper acrostic first verse with an alternate acrostic second verse ☺

Monday, 31 July 2017



Heavy hurt feelings
Edging out happiness and joy
An aching deep within
Through the mind and soul
Agony and anguish
Cruise relentlessly in the mind
Holding me hostage

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

My Bane

My Bane

Is Mary Jane
I used to love thee
Now you’re just a bane
On me

Smoking was such fun
Have a toke
And get spun
It was sad
A loke

Now it messes
With my life
Causing stresses
And strife

I pray
Everyday to our Lord
Begging him to take away
This discord

However, I know
Mary Jane you are
My woe
My scar

The only way
To beat you
To hold you at bay
Is to see through
My addiction
To rid myself of this affliction

© Phil Renaud 2017

Friday, 23 June 2017

All The World's A Stage

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world’s a stage]

William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616

Jaques to Duke Senior          
                          All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Tuesday, 20 June 2017


A vagabond
Wandering through my life
Searching but never finding peace
Befuddled by cannabis sativa
My life story is a shamble
Grasping for leverage
Failing I stay

© Phil Renaud 2017

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Early Morning

Early Morning
It is dark
Dawn is imminent
The only sounds I hear
Are chirping birds
My laboured breathing
My pounding feet
And my heart
Thumping in my ears

An early morning run
Is an exhilarating way
To start the day

© Phil Renaud 2017

Photo from Internet, no claim of ownership

Friday, 19 May 2017



Cannabis sativa

© Phil Renaud 2017

The Dawn

The Dawn

Awakening of the day
Uplifting the soul
Rosy rays of sunlight
Obscuring the darkness
Ruddy skies proclaiming
All hail the dawn of a new day

© Phil Renaud 2017

Friday, 12 May 2017

The Addiction

The Addiction
It’s insidious
It creeps in gradually
Like a burglar
It steals your ambition
It all starts with an innocuous
“Wanna try it”
Then it’s let’s try again
And again
And again
Soon it’s a habit
A fun habit, kinda
Now after 40 years
It’s a bummer
It dulls the mind
Makes me lethargic
It’s not enjoyable anymore
Yet my mind
Craves it
My body aches
Without it
Yet life seems better
Depriving myself of it
I can run better
Write better
Am more alert

So I have concluded
No matter how you
Look at the situation
I am an addict

© Phil Renaud 2017

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday
To my friend
Who’s half a world away
Miss Bekkie transcends
The distance between us
Her joy and love of life
Causes no fuss
And is rife
With caring and tenderness
Towards her pals
No matter their locales

So here’s wishing
All the best
To my friend
Miss Bekkie

May God keep you
In the palm of his hand,
Bless you and keep you safe.

Have a great day ☺☺

© Phil Renaud 2017


Matrons, so dignified and sober
Orderlies, when injury occurs to a child
Therapists, a counselor when needed
Helpers, always willing to lend a hand
Educators, teaching children to live and grow
Rescuers, whenever pets or kids need saving
Saintly, as all mothers are

These are a mother’s lot
To serve and protect everyone she’s got
In her family
And she does it uncannily

A mother’s love
Goes far and above
Normal emotion
Showing her singular devotion

So on this day for mothers
Let us not think of any others
Except for our moms
And sing psalms
Of praise to spark
Glory and fame for our Matriarch

© Phil Renaud 2017

Thursday, 4 May 2017

My Last Stand

My Last Stand
Snorting and running
I am free
Yet still caged
I run anyway

Suddenly pinpricks
Points of pain and agony
More pinpricks

I see red
Stopping and pawing the ground
I charge

The red swooshes
More pain and agony

Deeper more hurtful
Than before
The stabbing makes
Me angry

My vision is blurred
With anger
And hurt

I charge again
More pain
Deeper this time

I feel my life blood
Draining from my body
I keel over
And breathe
My last breath

© Phil Renaud 2017

Artwork courtesy of David Palmer