Saturday Lightheartedness


Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words…and then sometimes a few words can paint a picture, like this one I found on Pinterest which reminded me of my silly little Oliver Owl poem. Happy Saturday. (Original post for today will be posted tomorrow).

OLIVER OWL

Oliver Owl is a happy old bird

as wise as wise can be.

He makes his home in the forest

at the top of an old pine tree

He dines on delicate insects

and wears his feathers well,

they appear as a fine tuxedo

in shades of brown eggshell.

Oliver’s eyes are round and bright,

they help him to plainly see

through the dark, dark night in the forest

at his home in the old pine tree.

©2005

Spooky

 

“The Moon is Always Full”


In 2014 when my memoir, “My Precious Life” was published, I was working on a book of poetry, in the works for over forty years. “The Moon is Always Full” is now about a week away from printing. This is a sample cover of the book which contains one-hundred-and-twenty-nine poems, including thirty-one in haiku form.

This is proof positive that we are never too old to start something new. Having been on this planet for eighty-one-plus years, each day continues to be an opportunity to welcome new ideas and seek new horizons. Carpe diem!

Questions and feedback are most welcome.

THE MOON IS ALWAYS FULL

Once a month…

sometimes twice,

the full moon is revealed:

but when it’s on the wane

that fullness seems concealed.

Its many phases mark the heavens,

earth’s tides reveal its pull

the naked eye may yet espy

the moon is always full.

©Patricia Ann Boyes

 

 

 

Just Checking In


Today’s post came via Facebook yesterday. It was accompanied by a very long, meaningful poem but I’ll just post one verse here. Happy Sunday.

I JUST CAME by TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’

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Do You Believe It?


In Soul Stories, a book by Gary Zuvak, he wrote, among other things, “Believe that when you ask a question you always get an answer.” I don’t know why, but the question I asked was, “Where am I from?”

I was led to a meditation site online from a note I had taken on a television program a few nights earlier. The meditation that day was titled “Home”. It suggested that I am from another dimension, one of peace, and light, and silence. This explains my love of silence…I bask in it when stillness seems to envelop me from time to time.

At different times in prior years I had written poems, one titled,” A New Dimension” where becoming aware of the things we usually ignore opens our eyes to what’s around us. “The Journey” depicts a life of love and serenity.

To my mind, heaven is another dimension and perfectly fits the description above…love and serenity.

If I had ignored the prompting to take a note from a television program, I would not have been aware of the online meditation that gave me a fairly apt description of “where I am from”.

I attribute the inspiration for “The Journey” to a surgeon who many years ago released me from hospital with these words, “Live, love, and be happy.” And this is precisely my life today.

Do you believe it?

Can You Imagine?


‘Two people were killed and 12 others injured after a man with a handgun opened fire on a bustling avenue in Toronto on Sunday night the police said. The gunman was later found dead.”

This headline this morning prompted today’s blog which is a slightly altered version of an August 1/14 post. It is actually the third time for posting this poem but somehow the times seem to warrant it.

In 1995 I wrote this poem called The Victim. It’s about crimes and war and unsound government, and the entire world possibly becoming victim to all of these things. And then thinking about the poem in a new light, I realized that it’s not only crimes and wars and unsound government that hurt people, but the way we treat each other on a daily basis. The sad part of all of this is the take heed part. If we don’t take heed, nothing changes, and if we do…can you imagine?

THE VICTIM

People dead

before their time,

victims

of some heinous crime.

Callous killers,

world’s worst foes,

victims

of God only knows.

Wars created

through sheer greed,

victims

of abnormal need.

Governments

whose rule a hoax,

victims

of the peoples’ votes.

Our planet Earth,

soon indigent,

victim

of our ignorance.

World, take heed!

The time has come

for remedy

lest you become

the victim.

©1995

Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement…Romans 12;3

This post is a slightly altered repeat of an August 1, 2014 blog.

 

 

 

 

Sunshine In My Heart


Poetry is another pleasant pastime of mine. It’s been quite a while since my poetry muse has paid me a visit but yesterday she came along and told me to write about the sunshine in my heart. And so I did.

SUNSHINE IN MY HEART

Though the day be dull and dreary

There is sunshine in my heart

Though I’m sometimes weak and weary

There is sunshine in my heart

When the world seems so unfair

With sadness everywhere

With families torn apart

There’s no sunshine in my heart.

When someone says, “I love you tons”

I have sunshine in my heart

When healing hugs replace doldrums

I have sunshine in my heart

When people care and show compassion

When coldness is replaced with passion

When these give life a brand new start

Again, there’s sunshine in my heart.

 

 

What is Love?


Recently a fellow blogger posted a beautiful poem asking the question “What is Love?”.

Today I am attending the wedding of two people who have found love once again in their lives; the bride is eighty years young and the groom ninety-one. In 2014 I wrote this poem, “What is Love?” Happy weekend.

WHAT IS LOVE

What is love

if not the closeness

of every experience

…sharing.

What is love

if not the oneness

of two people

…caring.

What is love

if not the expression

of honest emotion

…feelings.

What is love

if not understanding

the wholeness

…of all of these.

©2014