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

Ayoo-anoshi

Amen

© Phil Renaud 2016

Dreamscape

Dreamscape

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

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

Aloha

Aloha

Act admirably

Love life

Openly oblige

Humbly human

Appreciate all

© Phil Renaud 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

Everyday

Give thanks to our God

For his love and generosity

© Phil Renaud 2016

Photo courtesy of and by Elizabeth Gallo

Drudgery

Drudgery

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

Wait

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

Crushed

Crushed

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

Existence

© Phil Renaud 2016