Saturday, 24 January 2015

Life & Death

Life & Death
Life is a journey that traverses time and events. It is a spiral that culminates with death.
Every life begins as a small seed. The seed is planted and nurtured to grow into a big strong flower.
The seed is aided by watering and feeding as it moves on the journey through growth.
This growth produces a flower that radiates beauty. As the season passes the flower begins to age, wither and grow old. The plant that began as a seed many moons ago is beginning die. Death is near.
So it is with life. Conception starts life. Then through caring and nurturing life is stimulated. A human being is created.
In mid-life the being radiates beauty, much the same as a new flower. But the death spiral starts.
Death is a long slow spiral down into nothingness. Yet out of death springs new life. For in death the flower spreads its seed to renew life. Humans spread their seed throughout their life, not waiting until the death spiral begins.
Yet even here the cycle of life is renewed before the spectre of death comes knocking at the door.
Life and death would not exist without the other.

© Phil Renaud 2015

Marriage

Marriage
Marriage is the union of two kindred souls, creating one entity with two minds.
Two pipes joined together form a union, but the bond is not robust. Welding forges a strong and robust bond.
A flower builds a union between itself and the root system, creating strength and stability.
So it must be with a marriage, the bond must be strengthened to become as impregnable as a fortress.
And yet the union must remain fragile. For over time, without nurturing, the marriage may become brittle and cracked as the ice on a frozen lake is brittle and cracked.
The bubbling brook wends its way through the forest, tumbling over obstacles continuing merrily on its journey.
Matching the brook, a marriage must wind its way through life avoiding obstacles, so that a strong bond is formed and the journey continues on harmoniously.

© Phil Renaud 2015

Friday, 23 January 2015

Home & Heart

Home & Heart
Home is where the heart resides.
A house may be erected to embrace the heart, much as a wine cup embraces the wine in clear crystal.
With every transient season the house transforms into a home, brimming with pearls of memory that cling to the possessions of the home.
These pearls of memory are forever stored in the heart, constructing a home brick by brick.
A flower opens itself to the breeze allowing its seeds to spread across the plain.
So it is with the heart. The fickle winds of affection can move the heart far and wide.
Accordingly, does the home not follow the heart? Inasmuch as the heart moves from one community to another, the home follows also.
The house, like the maple tree, is rooted deep. The base is as stable and strong as a mountain. The house rooted, stable and strong is still only a house if no heart resides there.
Like the noon day sun warming the earth, homes radiate the heat of love from the heart.

Home is where the heart is.

© Phil Renaud 2015

Friday, 9 January 2015

Yoga


YOGA

Is a peaceful
Breathing, stretching practice.

Is a stress reliever
Practice eases the mind,
Brings contentment.

Is a fitness routine
That does the body good,
More practice means
More fitness

Yoga can be whatever you 
Want it to be
Yoga is best when repeated daily

Peace out:)


© Phil Renaud 2015

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Christmas

Christmas



Tis
The
Season
Merriment
Galore, but sometimes
It is hard, to be jolly for
The pressures of life are fierce; keep on trying to smile
For tis the season to be jolly, merry and bright. Merry Christmas to everyone J

© Phil Renaud 2014 

Friday, 19 December 2014

Work and Taxes


Work and Taxes
Work
Must
Be done
All of us
Contribute taxes
To our government forever
Both are necessary evils we must do daily

© Phil Renaud 2014  

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Word Wednesday #46





Inter-dimensional Alien


On the beach one day
I had come to play,
When to my surprise
Right before my very own eyes,
An inter-dimensional alien appeared.

His body was of human form 
But far from the norm,
He glowed like a million pinpricks of light
Seen in the deepest night,
That inter-dimensional alien.

The sounds he made
Caused me to be afraid,
Of the power within
That very thin skin,
Of the inter-dimensional alien.

I figured he had just dropped by
For a moment to say hi,
Because he left
And I was bereft,
Of my inter-dimensional alien.

© Phil Renaud 2014
picture courtesy of Bekkie Sanchez




Wednesday, 17 December 2014

MagPie Tales 250


`The Kiss, Part 2

Lips meet in a kiss
Soft, forgiving and yielding
Passion ignited

© Phil Renaud 2014
photo by Robert Doisneau

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

MagPie 250


The Kiss

My blood races 
My heart throbs
My head swoons
My knees weaken
As our lips meet
In hot passion 


© Phil Renaud 2014
photograph by Robert Doisneau








Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Magpie Tales 249






Why?

Awake. Aware. Wondering…
Why is my head on the floor?
Why is there no body attached to my head?
Why am I here…in this state?
Why did this happen?
Awake. Aware and wondering.

© Phil Renaud 2014
photo via MagPie Tales














Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Magpie Tales 248






One


We are One,
One heart,
One mind,
One being.

Like a Mobius strip,
Continuous,
Never ending,
One.

© Phil Renaud 2014





Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Word Wednesday #13




Imagination


Imagination, the mind’s eye

Imagine the moon as a ball of green cheese
Imagine the moon people eating the cheese,

Imagine the shooting stars are spaceships
Loaded with aliens on an intergalactic vacation,

Imagine the sun and planets
All hanging visible in the sky
What a glorious sight that would be,

Imagine the Great Pyramids
Off in the distance
Housing the ghosts of Pharaohs past,

Imagine the Emerald City
With the Good Witch, the Wizard of Oz, and Dorothy
Radiating goodness and light into the night,

Imagine the babbling brook
Running clean, clear and fast
Full of aquatic life.


(c) Phil Renaud 2014














































Thursday, 18 September 2014

Am I a Writer/Poet?

Am I a Writer/Poet?


I like to think of myself as a writer/poet
Yet the sporadic way I write does not show it

Life, work and hobbies all interfere with writing
My creative side is always fighting

To release
Its creative piece

Ideas clunk around in my mind
Until I find

A way to express the random thoughts I have
Then expression becomes a salve

That sometimes cools the creative beast
But other times not in the least

I really would like to succeed
For I have a need

To be creative

Am I a writer/poet?
Yes, and I’m not going to stop it

Until the sun don’t shine
On me and mine!


(c) Phil Renaud 2014






Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Sky at Night 2, Magpie #234




Starry Nights 2


WOW!!
How is all this beauty going
to fit on my canvas?!?!

(c) Phil Renaud 2014
Photo copyright Alex Ruiz "Starry Night"




















Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Sky at Night, Magpie Tales #234


Starry Nights

Sky at night
Stars alight
Moon so bright,

The vastness of space 
Opened in front of my face
Are we the only race?

Kinda makes you wonder

(c) Phil Renaud 2014
Photo copyright Alex Ruiz "Starry Night"


Thursday, 21 August 2014

WW#12



A
Dark night 
in a graveyard
Causes paranoid
Dreams while sleeping in  a barn
With no night light, in total dark

(c) Phil Renaud 2014





















Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Word Wednesday (WW#12) - Start



Start
Living
For now
Before you
Pass away into
God's great afterlife


(c) Phil Renaud 2014

Monday, 18 August 2014

Ships, Magpie Tales #233








Ships

Clouds in the sky
Water down below
Ship on the fly
Where will it go?

I do not care
For all my troubles are there

On that sailing ship

(c) Phil Renaud 2014










Friday, 15 August 2014

Winter Silence

Winter Silence

It is snowing
The only sounds I hear
Are my laboured breathing
And snow crunching
As my bicycle tires go round

I stop for a moment
To catch my breath
I begin to notice
The winter silence is deafening

(c) Phil Renaud 2014





Thursday, 14 August 2014

Losing an Old Friend


We lost an “old friend” today. This friend has been with us for a very long time. She has taken us on many trips, both long and short. She always got us there and back with rarely and complaint. She has been survived 2 accidents and countless bumps and dings. She has weathered many storms and survived many winters.
Yes, I am talking about our vehicle, a 2001 Toyota RAV4. She has lived our lifestyle for a long time. She carried everything – groceries, a small fridge, and yard waste to name a few. She was a workhorse for us. We loved our RAV. 
She started becoming too expensive to repair. The breakdowns were more frequent and costly. Our RAV was telling us that her time was ended and it was time to put her out to pasture.  So after 14 years and 386,000 kms, we retired our RAV4.
It was with great sadness that we took her to the dealership and traded her in on a new vehicle. A tear was shed on this day.

However with sadness comes joy because now we have a new friend to make memories and take trips with.

© Phil Renaud 2014  




(c) Phil Renaud 2014

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Awakening or Hallucination, Magpie Tales #232


Awakening or Hallucination
A ring, small ring
Slid onto a finger
Caused an awakening
The mind opened and I saw

Angels in the sky
Bodies burning in hell
Children on crosses
Intertwined ring head bodies

This ring on my finger
Carries much meaning
Could it be a promise of things to come?

Or is just a hallucination?


(c) Phil Renaud 2014

Friday, 13 June 2014

TEAC2, Magpie Tales #223




TEAC

Taking time to tape
Everything, everywhere,
Always aware
Constantly cognizant.

(c) Phil Renaud 2014

Thursday, 12 June 2014

TEAC, Magpie #223




TEAC
Test
Every
Axle
Carefully
To
Ensure
All
Cars
That
Every
Adult
Canadian
Drives

(c) Phil Renaud 2014

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Pills, Magpie 222





Pills
Pills everywhere
For everything,
Need to speed up or slow down
Take a pill,
Need to lose weight
Take a pill,
Headache
Take a pill,
Muscle ache
Take a pill,
Wanna get high
Take a pill,
Pills everywhere
For everything.

(c) Phil Renaud 2014

Monday, 2 June 2014

The End, Magpie 222



The End
One more pill to swallow...
Sweet obliviousness to come...
One more pill to swallow...
The end is near...
So long world...

(c) Phil Renaud 2014