Memories

Memories

The struggles of life

Blending together to form

Divine memories

© Phil Renaud 2015

Book Pressing

Book Pressing

Butterfly preserved

Pressed between the book pages

Turned to dust it’s gone

© Phil Renaud 2015

Image Courtesy Shefali Arora

Love

Love

Love is an emotion that when expressed freely spreads peace, warmth, and happiness.

Love is meant for sharing. For sharing by love spreads out covering the earth much like the Phlox flower spreads out to cover the meadow.

When love is shared it becomes as strong as a tree and as flexible as a branch. To endure love must be both strong and flexible to withstand the rigors of life. Having durability such as this love will last as long as the sun shines down on the earth.

Love has many faces. It can be seen in the joy of a child receiving their first puppy – unconditional & unrestricted. Or in the way a mother deer helps her fawn – nuzzling the baby deer. Or in the way a flower stretches out to reach the warmth of the sun – dazzling with beauty & aroma.

Love is not meant to be hidden. Hidden love festers and poisons itself with self-doubt and negativity quickly becoming like a boil – red & sore. Hiding love makes it unrequited causing the love to become hard & bitter pill to swallow.

Like Prince Charming and Snow White finding each other, true love will find its soul-mate.

So always remember that love is better shared or given away. And sharing love will only help to make this world a better place.

© Phil Renaud 2015

Massage

MASSAGE

Masterful methodical manipulation

Aiding abused anatomy

Skin sighing softly

Self-sinking slowly

Anxiety aches abandoned

Glorious gift given

Euphoria extremely elevated

© Phil Renaud 2015

Poor Alice

Poor Alice

Life

Used

To be

Fun. Working

For a living is

Such a bore. I cannot handle

It anymore. Please shut the door. I can relax more!

© Phil Renaud 2015

Picture courtesy  Bekkie Sanchez 

GOD

GOD

G – Give glory to God

O – Open thy heart to his awe

D – Divine worship God

© Phil Renaud 2015

The King Is Gone

The King Is Gone

The King of Blues

Was a modest man

His music lit a fuse

That began

A lifelong cruise

Through the musical span

Known as the Blues

 

His dulcet tones

Created by Lucille

Sunk into my bones

Sounds so genteel

I was often prone

It was all so surreal

 

His music will live on

Through the annals of time

And looked upon

As sublime

 

The King is gone

But not forgotten

RIP B.B.

 

© Phil Renaud 2015

Heights

Heights

Standing on high ground

Looking out over the land

Crush my fear of heights

© Phil Renaud 2015

A relaxing Sunday Morning

A Relaxing Sunday Morning

Tea to sip

Coffee to drink

Crosswords to do

Breakie to eat

Music to hear

All part of  a relaxing Sunday Morning

 

© Phil Renaud 2015

Marijuana, The Beautiful Plant

Marijuana, The Beautiful Plant

The plants stand tall and green

Seven fingered leaves absorbing the sun

Growing daily, reaching for the sky

Marijuana, the beautiful plant

Buds like freshly iced cake

Grow green with white resin drops

Resplendent among the seven fingered leaves

Marijuana, the beautiful plant

Harvest is both a joy and a pain

Joy abounds with reaping of the buds

Pain for the loss of the beautiful plant

Marijuana, the beautiful plant

Crumbled, rolled and smoked

Colors meld together

In a psychedelic kaleidoscope

Marijuana, the beautiful plant

The aroma of cooking wafting on the air

Sets the mouth to drool and the craving begins

Sated, naptime is imminent

Marijuana, the beautiful plant

To some it’s illegal

To others a boon

To me it’s just

Marijuana, the beautiful plant

© Phil Renaud 2015

Weekly Contest, TWA

Snowfall

Snow falling all night

Obscuring my view outside

Child’s playground delight

© Phil Renaud 2015

What was I thinking?

What was I thinking?

I was a newsletter editor for over ten years

Doing so overcame my fears

Of writing for others

I took some writing courses

To improve my poetic discourses

I started writing

It was quite exciting

To be creative

I found some communities

That presented some opportunities

To share my work

However I found

That some communities frowned

On newbies

I realized there were cliques

And they were not unique

To any one community

Eventually I came across

One that was boss

So I joined

The writers were great

The community was first rate

Then some nasty

People decided to get trashy

And the community was gone

Another took its place

To fill the empty space

Now that community has left

I am bereft

It feels like the rug

Was given a tug

And pulled out from under me

I can still write

In spite

Of this development

But do I want to place

My writings on a community base

Filled with cliques

What was I thinking?

I must have been drinking

To believe

That my favourite community would never leave

© Phil Renaud 2015

Word Mash-up #34

Word Mash-up #34

Pale grasses

Cover erotic powders

And spray a rosy swing

With gold

While stray men fling

Melancholy feelings

All around

© Phil Renaud 2015