“You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. It’s actions, not words, that matter.”
– Nicholas Sparks
27 Monday Nov 2023
Posted Poetry
in“You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. It’s actions, not words, that matter.”
– Nicholas Sparks
14 Friday Jul 2023
Posted by Shirley Allard | Filed under Other, Poetry
04 Sunday Dec 2022
Hope is such a fragile thing
It is, in essence, what makes
the world keep turning for each of us.
Even when we wish to get off
at the next stop, we continue – we hope.
We hope tomorrow will be a better day
than today, we hope our tears will stop,
that we will smile again and love again.
We hope for love and acceptance and
to not feel forgotten, lonely and scared.
Eventually, we may stop hoping and simply
give in to the inevitable truth that we
may not yet be without hope but
we have indeed begun to hope less.
22 Tuesday Nov 2022
Posted Poetry
inIf you had known the fate that day would hold
The future, that would in its wake, unfold
Would you have chosen still to wander in
And find yourself somewhere you’d never been?
Or simply walked away and missed the chance
To hear the song that caused your heart to dance.
No explanation ever will suffice,
A twist of fate that mingled fire and ice.
To what great end, perhaps you’ll never know
But can you say you’re worse off for the show?
If you have found the heart your soul commands,
Believing it is one of fate’s great plans,
Then parting should be neither sweet nor sad –
Remember well, that one sweet dream you had.
22 Tuesday Nov 2022
A love that felt as true as love can be
just disappeared, with you, at morning light
Yet souls that once connect will always be
connected, whether grounded or in flight.
17 Sunday Jul 2022
Posted Poetry
inNew leaves glisten
on air that’s still
the bird sits on
my window sill
and sings a song
that makes me long
to fly with him at will.
04 Thursday Nov 2021
Posted Poetry
inLife goes on, or so they say
Another hour, another day
Another month, another year
Another try, another tear
25 Saturday Sep 2021
Posted Poetry
inThe blinding sun arrives to paint the dawn
With red and yellow strokes against the sky
The frost has melted on the dormant lawn
While crickets chirp a lonesome lullaby
All birds retreat as worms have disappeared
Their daily song a now nostalgic tune
Escaping to a fruitful atmosphere
Where days are long and daffodils still bloom
The song of spring must now be sung within
Until the ice and snow begin to melt
The songbirds will return and once again
The birthing of a season shall be felt.
There’s but one thing that’s left to circumstance
Can hearts endure the song without the dance?
04 Saturday Sep 2021
Posted Poetry
inTags
Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn to you
In love with the very thought of you
When your warm and loving presence I sense
I abandon all caution and common sense.
Whatever the coming seasons may bring
Our love is the song that my heart will sing.
31 Tuesday Aug 2021
Posted Poetry
inHeavy, humid morning air
a gentle calming breeze.
The remnants of a nightmare
I enjoy, though ill at ease.
Barefoot in the morning grass
soft rain against my skin.
I feel a hint of yesterday’s hell
in this heavenly moment I’m in.
© Shirley Allard 2005
24 Tuesday Aug 2021
Posted Poetry
inNew love can be a painful seed to sow
And always must be tended to with care
It sprouts, and then a thorn begins to grow
As hearts collide endeavoring to share.
It takes a willful soul to overcome
The trials and tribulations of romance
And giving up may be the cure for some
But love that’s true will take another chance.
If we can plant the seed of love that knows
Accepting thorns are chances to forgive
Then love will always blossom as it grows
Within our hearts as long as we shall live.
And so we wait to see what we have sown
A love that wilts and dies or one that’s grown.
20 Friday Aug 2021
Posted Poetry
inSometimes two people fit perfectly together
like two pieces of a puzzle that were never completely
separated. One small part of a bigger picture
that becomes clearer when you realize
that all of the other pieces are missing and
There is no big picture in which you appear.
18 Wednesday Aug 2021
Tags
The more you change, the more they don’t
The more you will, the more they won’t
The more you play, the less they bet
The more you give, the less you get.
19 Monday Jul 2021
Posted Photography, Poetry
in31 Monday May 2021
Posted Photography, Poetry
in28 Sunday Mar 2021
Posted Poetry
inAnger will not feed you
Nor pay the rent that’s due
But if you let it seize you
Taints everything with rue.
Rather, let it run its course
As atoms rearrange
Returning as a wealthy source
Of spiritual spare change.
24 Wednesday Mar 2021
Posted Poetry
in24 Wednesday Feb 2021
Posted Poetry
inAnd if the world should end for me today
Tomorrow would arrive just like before
Unchanged in such a small and minor way
That I would wonder “what was I here for?”
As war and peace continue on at odds
My presence never stopping fatal blows
As hungry children worship faulty Gods
Believing this is just the way life goes
A sadness now has settled in my heart
And failure is an option I embrace
As suddenly I realize my part
Amounts to nothing more than wasted space.
As every day grows more and more the same
It seems that I find less and less to blame.
31 Sunday Jan 2021
Posted Poetry
inAt last, the sun returns to warm this day
The gloom that filled this room is dead and gone
And like a child, I find myself at play
Now prompted by an urging to move on
For what is done, is done. The past has passed.
What purpose would be served to linger there?
The precious moments passed us by too fast
Consumed by unknown futures we’d prepared
I know this day could be the last I see
But all the days I’d forfeit led to this
My future is the present found in thee
This very moment spent in sunlit bliss
So just in case said future slips away
I’m cashing in my yesterdays each day.
27 Sunday Dec 2020
Posted Poetry
inShe’s found a place where she can hide
And when she’s scared she crawls inside
In there, she can escape reality
She goes there often on her own
To think or cry or be alone
Where no one can malign her misery.
She tried to hide within the room
But seekers flocked to fix her gloom
They’d find her under table, desk or shelf
And so she chose the only place
Where no one can invade her space
When she’s afraid she hides inside herself.
20 Sunday Dec 2020
Posted Poetry
inThe snow capped trees are drooping from the weight
Of crystal ice and snow I’ve come to hate
A little taste of beauty is enough
I’ve had it with this fluffy, flaky stuff!
The skiers are elated as they glide
While I am irritated as I slide
Around a yard that’s now a skating rink
And so I close my eyes and calmly think
Of daffodils all lined up in a row
Beneath the several feet of ice and snow
I see the hollyhocks all standing tall
And creepy crawling vines along the wall
Excuse my manners here for just a bit
No more snow! I’ve had it with this shit!
*25 inches of snow last week and I am still shoveling!
I need to rent a husband. lol
11 Friday Dec 2020
Posted Poetry
inSuddenly, the magic begins to subside
And reality crashes through the barrier
I’ve so masterfully maintained
The truth invades my heart and soul
The tears begin to flow
Like a river that has outgrown
The holding power of the mighty dam
I begin to ask “why”
There is no answer. No solution
No quick fix or patch that will stop
The flow of pent up fears and tears
Or this feeling of helplessness
And inability to fix what is broken
I am powerless to heal what needs healing
Unable to fix what needs fixing
Including my own broken heart
18 Wednesday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry
in17 Tuesday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry
inTwo eggs, resting side by side
One shell, in which two chicks reside.
One grew strong, as cells divided,
The other disappeared inside it.
Together, they grew as one, these two
Now so conjoined, that no one knew.
The innocent victims of nature’s flair
United, yet perfectly unaware,
That when they reached maturity
The one inside, would grow to be
An equal but opposite identity.
Now the one we see, in reality,
Unknown to us, would share
With one inside, who’s been denied.
The ‘one’ who isn’t there.
Might every rooster in life’s pen
Have inside himself, a hen?
Or an evil other, awaiting the chance
The proper time and circumstance
To ‘come out’ from within?
When examined with an open mind
More of us, I’m sure would find
A truth that others simply won’t
In what we see, and what we don’t.
16 Monday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry
inPoets paint their art with words
Their brush, a mighty sword
With innuendo here and there
They strike familiar chords.
With words absurd, their meaning blurred
They seduce a fleeting thought
But never assume it’s their personal gloom
For often it is not.
The pain and joy they oft employ
To render their reason to rhyme
Are tainted by the readers’ eye
Unequipped with a poet’s mind.
So when you read a poet’s words
With toil so well defined
That a miner, with a lifeless bird
Is planted in your mind.
It may well be reality
Just not of their own kind.
© 2007 Shirley Allard
11 Wednesday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry
inI can’t possess the moment of the breeze
Or capture smells from flowers growing wild
I can’t abolish needless tragedies
Or dry the painful tears of every child
I don’t recall a time I did not long
To save the world and rescue every heart
I don’t think small but I have been so wrong
To think that I could carry out that part
I won’t give up although it seems in vain
My mission to find passion in this world
My powers to rekindle dwindling flames
Are limited but still will not be hurled
I cannot let my love of life expire
As long as there’s a spark I tend the fire.
07 Saturday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry
inJoe Biden & Kamala Harris have won the Presidency. We have made America great again. Celebrate but remember to stay safe.
03 Tuesday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry
inIn restless hours
of the night
I am your flower
bathed in light
in candles’ glow
two shadows dance
two souls engaged
in mindless trance
beyond such things
as place and time
your rhythm sings
in tune with mine.
01 Sunday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry
inThe winter’s freeze has stripped the trees at last
One lonesome leaf left dangling on the limb
And not unlike the days of winters past
Each day is prey to Mother Nature’s whim
The garden that was once a scape of green
Is covered now with crystal mounds of white
The path goes in and out and in between
And like a maze it leads us back to night
That beacon in the midnight sky prevails
As daylight finds another path to cross
My mind is on a distant wooded trail
A forest deep where you and I are lost
Discovering some new and sacred ground
And wishing only never to be found.
31 Saturday Oct 2020
Posted Poetry
inAn egg is just an egg
when it lands within the nest.
Without a rooster’s presence
an egg’s an egg… at best.
An egg is just an egg
no matter what the beast.
How can one be called a being
and the other just a feast?
An egg is just an egg
no matter what they preach.
The power to heal the living
May be now within our reach.
A piece of steel is not a bridge
no matter how it’s bent.
An egg is just an egg
not a being by mere intent.
30 Friday Oct 2020
Posted Poetry
inThose yesterday feelings
creep up like a ghost
consuming and blooming again.
Invading the space
where we flounder with grace
and corrupting
our need to transcend.
29 Thursday Oct 2020
Posted Poetry
inOnce in a blue moon
I leave this painful existence.
I travel to another reality
Where I am joyful and free.
Sadly, once in a blue moon
Is nowhere near enough.
29 Thursday Oct 2020
Posted Poetry
inWhich way to go to find the end
Where strands of gold lie waiting
So many tangled threads to tend
The spider squirms, imprisoned within
The fortress of its own fabrication.
28 Wednesday Oct 2020
Posted Poetry
inBeware the night
of fear and fun
when all us ghosts
and demons come
to haunt and hunt
with ghastly goals
and prey on
unsuspecting souls.
And if you fail
my meek demands
your soul’s forever
in my hands
whose tricks do not
include defeat
and you my sweet
shall be my treat.