Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014



Monday, December 22, 2014

Empty Seats - a poem by Bud Skinner

Empty Seats

No more candy or toys neath the tree.
 No more magic from Santa to me.
 As a child his arrival was pure thrill.
 Now an adult all I receive, the bills.

It's still a treat when loved ones gather.
Each CHRISTmas day a room of chatter.
 To watch the surprise as all gifts are shown.
 Some wondering how their desires were known.

Eating more food than you should handle.
 The tensile and the advent candles.
 The hugs and kisses neath the mistletoe.
 The relief, the sorrow as people go.

Not good, empty chairs, more than a few.
Of all the loved ones your life once knew.
 Memories brought back of Christmases past.
 Thoughts of the passing of time, oh so fast.

But this holiday is so much more,
 Than presents, trees and wreaths on your door.
 More than fam'ly, presents and food galore.
 It's about Mary and the babe she bore.

It's all about that night, over twenty centuries ago.
 When a baby in a feeding trough was lit by a stars glow.
 A God come to earth to give the ultimate gift.
 To later die on a cross so we could yet live.

So now, think once again of empty chairs.
 Not those in front of you, but those up there.
 All the vacant seats behind Heaven's door.
 Your Christmas in Heaven for evermore.

Bud Skinner

    Sunday, December 21, 2014

    A Christmas Wish, a poem by Audrey Austin

    a poem by Audrey Austin

    A time of love, a time for sharing

    Let’s find new ways to light the path

    While old traditions tried and true

    Express how much we’re caring

    For our family,

    For our friends,

    For people ‘round our hungry world.

    A time of peace, a time for laughter

    Let’s find new ways to share the love

    While old relationships hold fast

    We’ll open hearts, extend our reach

    To neighbours near,

    To friends afar, 

    To those with whom we’ve yet to meet.

    A time of joy, a time to remember

    The holy birth of the blessed child

    Who gave us the reason

    To celebrate this season

    A season of love, of caring, of sharing,

    Love brightens the path of all who journey

    Transforms the lives of all who are weary. 

    Hold the light, share the light, be the light.
    Merry Christmas!
    (This poem is included in my poetry anthology
     titled "Poetry from A to Z"
     available on all Amazon sites.) 
    Merry Christmas!  I wish you peace, health, prosperity,
    and the joy of poetry shared.

    Friday, December 5, 2014

    Frozen In Time - a poem by Sarah Emily Cregan

    Frozen in Time

    From the heavens above
    I fall to the earth
    Perfect in every way 
    I feel the crisp air
    As I float along
    Without any cares
    From the heavens above
    I fall to the earth
    Searching for you
    To share my beauty
    I am yours truely
    What seems like forever
    Is not long enough
    For when I land
    On your warm skin
    I melt away
    This moment in time
    Is just for you and I
    From the heavens above.

    Visit the poetry site of Sarah Emily Cregan,     http://allpoetry.com/Dragonshadow


    Monday, October 27, 2014

    Infinite Mercy by Eva Ruby Austin

                  As I rise from my bed each morning
                    To begin the chores of the day
                  I thank the Lord for His goodness
                     With my lips I silently pray,
                  I pray that He'll guide my footsteps,
                     That I may not falter or fall;
                  That I may be true and faithful
                      And loving to one and all.
                   My God is One who will answer
                       With what is best for me.
                   He knows the path that I follow,
                      And the pitfalls I cannot see.
                   I'll trust Him for the future,
                   I'll trust Him to endless day;
                   For He in his infinite Mercy
                     Will pilot me all the way.
    Eva Ruby Austin

    In Memory of Mom by Eleanor Lambert - Bermuda

    In Memory of Mom

    It's hard to believe 24 years have gone by,
    Since our precious Mom went to her home on high.

    To be with her Saviour, she served and loved,
    To the home prepared for her in Heaven above.

    Since  Dad left before her, children grown and left home,
    She found herself most of the time very much alone.

    Her family phoned or visited as often as we could,
    Even her eldest daughter had to fly and fly she would.

    A joy to be with her, playing games or browsing stores,
    And when all alone she wrote great poetry by the score.

    Many things had happened since she was called away,
    Lots of things to share with her had she been left to stay.

    Every day at different times memories come our way,
    Though absent she is missed, loved, dear, every day.

                     Written by Eleanor (Austin) Lambert


    Friday, August 29, 2014

    A World Without Love - a poem by Rima N. Jaber

    A World Without LOVE

    I heard a story of a boy born without love,
    His father gave all to his mother,

    And she ran away taking it all,...
    Leaving her children behind,

    This young man was telling his story to his girlfriend
    In a restaurant sitting behind me,

    I wanted so much to see his face,
    Thu I felt I can't face his sorrow and his pain,

    They left and I couldn't stop thinking about how can this happen,
    How can people get married only for money,

    How can a mother leave her children alone,
    And on their own,

    Why money is all we want??
    All we strive for, all we are living for??

    Why are we so blind??
    Selling our hearts and soul and leave everything behind??

    For things which will vanish,
    And things which have no value,

    The real value is Love,
    The real treasure is true feelings,

    The real purpose of life is only love,
    What we thrive for is only love,

    What we live for is love,
    If we can't give love to our surrounding,

    Tell me why are we living??
    Is it to accumulate more money??

    Is it to steal others and hurt them??
    Just for this stupid matter and say we gonna live better,

    How can we be so shallow thinking
    that matter can give us all??

    How can we exchange love with soil??
    How can we live with such a lie??

    I tried to understand all my life this kind of people,
    But could never understand they just made me disgusted,

    The blindness and this killing sickness,
    Made me pity them but their greed is making them cross all limits,

    See our world is build on this kind of tragedies,
    And it's spreading so quickly, don't know where it's going??

    We have to wake up teach our children the value of love,
    By giving it to them and showing them the truth,

    The problem is all media and T.Vs lost all kind of morals,
    And it's a hard task to rectify the image,

    I believe in Love and nothing can change my heart,
    Spreading it is the duty of every true heart,

    And after all love will prevail,
    No matter how it's hard now,

    We're little candles born on this Earth
    To kill the darkness and spread LOVE again..

    Love you all
    Rima N. Jaber

    © August 29, 2014
    ~ ~


    Thursday, August 21, 2014

    Just a thought POV - a poem by Cindy J. Smith

    Just a thought!

    You can look at dark clouds
    And count the rain drops
    Or scan for the puddles
    And do "Puddle hops"

    You can look at morning
    As the end of sweet dreams
    Or see a beginning
    Of all your hope schemes

    You can look at heartbreak
    As the end of all true love
    Or gather the message
    It's sending from above

    You can look at your life
    As a challenge, a test
    Or an amusement park
    And pick rides that are best

    © Cindy J. Smith

    Wednesday, August 6, 2014

    CURSE - a poem by Cindy J. Smith

    A greater curse
    I cannot find
    Than to be lost
    Within your mind

    Reality is
    Out of your reach
    Cannot explain
    With jumbled speech

    Don't remember
    What you have done
    Or why it was
    Ever begun

    Family tries
    But bridges burned
    Frustration leads
    To no concern

    Locked in your mind
    Through day and night
    Life is not fun
    But daily fight

    You can't show love
    Nor share your fears
    Nor feel their hugs
    Nor see their tears

    Pray for the ones
    Who cannot cope
    For families
    Who've lost all hope

    © Cindy J. Smith

    Tuesday, August 5, 2014

    Happy Birthday In Heaven, Mom -- a poem by Eleanor Lambert


    Twenty four years ago
    our dear Mother was laid to rest,
    It seems like only yesterday
    she was by our side, full of zest.
    We have many memories
    of the times we had together
    She was always so full of life
    no matter what the weather.
    Mom would love to walk or ride a bus
    to the stores even just to browse,
    And walk around from store to store,
    it seems for hours and hours.

    I will never forget the many many times
    we went to the C N E;
    Always so much fun to go with her,
    as she was always so full of glee.
    Not one to spend a lot of money
    but she loved her chewing gum,
    And there was never a dull moment
    when we were with “OUR MOM
    She would make us laugh
    until we cried,
    Oh,  the fun we had
    just to be by her side.
    Now we are all looking forward
    to that great day,
    When we will be with her again
    in our Home far away.
    I know that she is there
    and is looking down on us,
    And know that she is praying
    that we will not miss THAT BUS.
    She is hoping we will be ready
    when our time comes to die,
    So that we will be with all be together
    with JESUS in our Home
                                              “ON HIGH”



    Friday, August 1, 2014

    "Painting Life" - a poem by Cindy J. Smith


    As you move on
    From day to day
    You paint your world
    Along the way

    Take a good look
    At pallet please
    Lots of choices
    You will now see

    Life is not just

    Dull grey and black
    Use your paintbrush

    Put color back!

    Violet, red

    Yellow and blue too
    Why don't you try

    Using a few?

    Cindy J. Smith

    Sunday, July 27, 2014

    We Have Come So Far - a poem by Marlon de Souza

    We have come so far         

    We are pagans
    We are Christians
    We are Muslims
    We are Jews

    We are believers
    We are Buddhists
    We are heretics
    We are Hindus

    We have good science
    And good families too
    Led by wise men
    Killing more than a few

    We are atheists
    Philosophy fans
    Destroying the Other
    Because we can

    We are modern
    Parochial worms
    Infecting our children
    With our germs

    We have taken
    What’s not ours
    Killing children
    Gentle flowers

    We talk progress
    Great technology too
    While we butcher
    You and you.

    There’s nothing left
    To say or do
    As long as you think
    That they’re not you.

    © 2014 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

    Marlon de Souza writes. Among his teachers are water bodies, Robert Louis Stevenson, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, e.e. cummings, Pete Seeger, His Royal Highness Wolfgang the First, Leonard Cohen, and his friend and dog-child, Jules. More of his work can be found on http://www.JustAnotherAveragePerson.com

    Sunday, July 20, 2014

    The Hearth - a poem by Dayeton Larson

    The Hearth (***)(Word~pictures)

    I kneel before the old hearth
    It’ black and cold
    Yet the charred wood laying there
    Is warm and dry – waiting for a spark...

    It once was young new and rough~ unfinished...
    But now its old, smooth and with many flames to tell of
    Sparks flew merrily through up the dark and inviting chimney
    So ready to receive them only to cast them farther upward
    To a sparkling dark eternal sky that displayed them for all to see

    As you gaze into the hearth – the charred wood still there
    You notice some unburned wood poised deep beneath the char
    It’s still fresh! – ready! – waiting for just one more spark
    To ignite a flame of passion, of warmth, of light ~ of love anew
    To send sparks of joy up through that dark chimney -
    to a waiting sky above ~ once again....

    Like bursting fireworks flowering lights of freedom
    Bursting forth casting sparkles over all that are gifted to see it manifesting...
    Embracing subtle falling snatches – remnants of love that spawned from
    Unplanned passion ~ as the spark so craved from the one that stands before
    The hearth........

    Dayeton Larson July 15th.2014

    Friday, July 4, 2014

    The Waitress - a poem by Audrey Austin


    Wet rag wipes the table
    Serviettes  wrap the stainless
    Smile glued at the corners
    She pretends it is painless. 

    It’s too hot; it’s too cold
    It’s still raw; it is burned
    The cook pays no mind
    While the server is spurned. 

    Shifts short; she is part-time
    Reliant on tips
    She swallows her tears
    With a smile on the lips.
    (This poem has been selected for publication as a runner-up in the Ontario Poetry Society's  Arborealis Competition).


    The Machinist - a poem by Audrey Austin


    Plugs are useless
    Ipod forbidden
    The noise incessant
    From morning to night. 

    Sparks are flying
    Burns best kept hidden
    Nothing forgiven
    Machine must not cease.
    Dreams filled with
    Holidays, beaches and palms
    Ha! Rent paid and bus fares
    With each payday’s alms.

    The Secretary - a poem by Audrey Austin


    At his urging
    fingers fly creating
    greedy demands. 

    In need of purging
    ramrod back in chair
    she perseveres. 

    Nine to five
    day in, day out
    she keeps the dream


    The Support Worker - a poem by Audrey Austin


    Heart filled with hope
    She lifts the large body
    And lathers the soap. 

    Hands that are caring
    Erase not the vomit 
    From scrubs she is wearing. 

    Eyes search for life
    Still dancing
    Slow rhythms of strife.

    Monday, June 30, 2014

    Saturday, June 14, 2014

    DUDLEY - a poem by Eleanor Lambert, Bermuda.

    Our precious pet dog lived to a ripe old age
    Because of the love and care his mistress gave.
    He was a happy dog and just loved to bark
    To welcome guests who came by daytime or dark.
    He loved to have his picture taken and was always full of fun
    He also loved to go for walks and to the lake for a good run.
    He was very obedient, very well trained as any dog could be
    These are reasons why we all loved him so our precious dog

    A poem of remembrance by Eleanor Lambert, Bermuda.

    Sunday, June 1, 2014

    Her Sweet Kisses Stained with Tears - a poem by Dayeton Larson

    Her Sweet Kisses Stained
    with Tears
    D.Larson Aug.12th.2011
    I wake up again, the night is far spent
    She clutches to my body, in desperation – seemingly
    Her kisses so emphatic, seeking reassurance
    With intensity like none other
    Her sweet kisses stained with tears
    I tell her that I love her, once again from my heart
    Then we hold each other so dearly and so very close
    An eternal embrace that cannot be ever broke
    With an intensity like none other
    Her sweet kisses stained with tears
    She sobs with such great passion, “I miss our kids and home”
    With their voices calling out “Mom I’m home”
    Yes - our children are all gone now, and we hold each other tenderly
    With intensity like none other
    Her sweet kisses stained with tears
    I comfort her and reassure, our love just will not fail
    We came this far, not looking back, We’ll go on forever more
    Our children will fulfill their lives, and succeed where we have failed
    But they’ll love us just as we loved them
    With sweet kisses stained with tears.
    A kiss - oh a kiss so pure, with a hug not ending,
    True love that never ends, such a wondrous blessing
    Such passion that never faded, such joy that still we share
    With intensity like none other
    Her sweet kisses stained with tears
    With intensity like none other
    Yes, I’ll kiss away her tears

    Saturday, May 31, 2014

    Do You Remember? -- a poem by Dayeton Larson; Elliot Lake

    Do You Remember?


    Do you remember those times we've had together

    When we laughed and we cried,  over that glass of fine wine

    Do you remember when we hugged and encouraged each other

    We shared our hurts and blessings too?


    Life has been long and really ~ very good to us

    We travelled, we stayed home, we spent time together

    We sat in the back yard, savoring the odor of our BBQ

    We tasted the steaks with fine wine through the evenings...


    Are these days locked in your mind that seems closed to the outside?

    You look so distant, but are you living them again?

    You seem to look past me, but are you really seeing me

    Back in the days of our youth, as we laughed at life and lived it's fullness?


    Do sit in your chair and relive those days

    Gazing off into the bright future you do see

    May I still be there with you as you drift

    Into your world of memories and  bliss!


    Yes, do you remember our days together

    So full of life, not caring for the  tomorrow that we can't control

    You are blessed as you live that here and now

    Locked in your mind that is soon to rest...

    Sunday, May 18, 2014

    On Earth Same As In Heaven - a poem by Rima N. Jaber

    On Earth same as in Heaven.

    Some people think they own the world,
    But in fact they don't even own their own decisions,
    They are driven by the blind darkness,...
    They forget their own identity, their own heart,
    And go to walk in the dark,

     They hate the light and hate its holders,
    They get hurt if you want to wake them up,
    They will curse you and forever hate you,
    They will crucify you,
    Make you bleed till death then throw you,

    Fighting our light isn't new,
    Afraid from the glow of the truth is not new,
    The dawn breaking the dark will struggle,
    Angels of love will suffer,
    God grace will give them power,
    And love on Earth will prevail,
    Despite of every deadly battle,
    The mask will fall,
    The hatred will eat itself with auto destruction,
    The Kingdom of God is eternal
    On Earth same as in Heaven.

    Happy Blessed Sunday
    Love you all
    Rima N. Jaber
    © May 18, 2014

    Saturday, May 10, 2014

    Do You Know Trees? - a poem by Audrey Austin

    Do You Know Trees?

    From north, from south
    To meet in the centre,
    Feeling wanting.
    Do you know trees?  he asked
    And I feel less than I am.
    We walk
    And I want to look at him
    In a way that he can’t look at me,
    Protect myself
    While I explore
    His vulnerability.
    I need a hug.

    Words come easy to him
    And I like the listening.
    I like the sound
    Of thoughts that don’t feel foreign.
    I like the feel of words
    That don’t stand alone,
    That seek a friend
    In their friendly tone.

    Sitting on concrete
    Feet on grass,
    I want to ask, do you like me?
    Can the answer to this
    Be found in Newton’s Law?
    Do I invite him upstairs?
    What if he says yes?
    What if he says no, I have to go?
    What if?

    Feeling the wine,
    Drinking his words
    Touching my heart,
    He likes me.
    Here’s to friendship.
    I need a hug.
    I want a hug.
    I feel a hug.
    I feel like feeling more
    But instead I close the door
    And now I wait,
    Anticipate and wonder.

    A Mother's Day Poem by Eleanor Lambert, Bermuda ..

    It's Mother's Day a time to think of our Mother's,
    A time to think of them and chat with one another.

    It's hard to find words to say how wonderful they are,
    I know that our Mom was truly the best by far.

    Our sister Muriel was a wonderful Mother as well
    Just a young woman but left a great story to tell.

    Our Mom and our Sister were alike in so many ways
    And we will miss them always for the rest of our days.

    Yes, they have both gone to their eternal reward
    To be with God their Saviour and their Lord.

                            Happy Mothers Day
                              Mom and Muriel

    Friday, May 2, 2014

    A Tribute To Dudley by Eleanor Lambert

    A Tribute to Dudley by Eleanor Lambert 

    I knew a little dog, whose name was Dudley
    He was so cute and also very bubbly,

    Sad to say he took sick one day
    And we all felt sadder than words could say.

    We were so happy because he was on the mend
    As bubbly as ever and still our best friend

    However, the day came when Dudley took sick again
    This time a lot more serious and a lot more pain!

     There was no more that the doctor could do
    So we had to bid our little dog Dudley adieu.

    He was missed so much by his mistress, you see
    And so the void was filled with a beautiful dog named Ki.

    Haiku on Spring Flowers by Patricia A. McGoldrick

    Haiku on Spring Flowers by Patricia A. McGoldrick


    purple hyacinths grow

    midst perennial fragments

    garden is reborn

     © 2014 Patricia A. McGoldrick
    2014 BIO:
    Patricia McGoldrick is a Kitchener, ON, writer. In her poems, stories and essays, she is inspired by the everyday. Patricia is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the League of Canadian Poets. Recently, published in the annual collaborative poem, I Hear the Wind Waiting, at leafpress.ca. Follow her on Twitter: @pamcgoldrick. Stop by her blogs at http://pm27.wordpress.com and http://pmpoetwriter.blogspot.ca/ 

    Tuesday, April 29, 2014

    Thank you for sharing this one, Marleen

    This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
         New York Hospital.

             SLOW DANCE

         Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
         Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

         Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
         Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

         You better slow down.
         Don't dance so fast.
         Time is short.
         The music won't last.

         Do you run through each day on the fly?
         When you ask, "How are you?"
         Do you hear the reply?

         When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
         with the next hundred chores running through your head?

         You'd better slow down
         Don't dance so fast.
         Time is short
         The music won't last.

         Ever told your child,
         We'll do it tomorrow?
         And in your haste,
         Not see his sorrow?

         Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
         Cause you never had time
         To call and say, 'Hi'

         You'd better slow down.
         Don't dance so fast.
         Time is short.
         The music won't last..

         When you run so fast to get somewhere,
         You miss half the fun of getting there.

         When you worry and hurry through your day,
         It is like an unopened gift....
         Thrown away.

         Life is not a race.
         Do take it slower
         Hear the music
         Before the song is over.



    Tuesday, April 8, 2014

    For The Lost Ones -- a poem by Kimberly Arnold

    For The Lost Ones  Written by Kimberly Arnold, March 24, 2012
    (After reading the book called, Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay)

    Taken from their homes in darkness, led away in faith and trust.
    How could anyone have foretold, the senseless horror, the ugliness.
    At the Velodrome in France, across sea and time so long ago.
    There is a story that must be spoken, the truth cruel and unjust.

    Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls
    Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken
    Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember
    Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

    “Spring Breeze” the nazi’s called the raids.
    A “Spring Breeze”, that choked and burned
    Innocent lives turned into chaos.
    Suffering from hatred deeply learned.

    Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls
    Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken
    Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember
    Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

    Turn a blind eye to the round-up
    Close your ears to their painful cries
    Neighbours feigning ignorance
    While those trapped in the horror dome
    Bore witness, as too many innocents died.

    Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls
    Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken
    Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember
    Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

    Sixty years have come and gone
    Their silence must not be forgotten
    Stand with me to bare witness,
    For the families that once lived
    Pray for the lost children, forever angels they’ll remain
    Four thousand voices strong will sing their haunting refrain

    Vel d’Hiv is a scar on our souls
    Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken
    Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember
    Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken