Sarah, now a young adult falls in love for the first time.
The Musical Notes of First Love – The Wilted Rose
Sarah, now a young adult falls in love for the first time.
Dawn Riding – The Wilted Rose
The true story of the early years of Sarah, back in the 1940s, from The Wilted Rose book
The Rose Bud – The Wilted Rose
A true story of an Australian woman, her ambitions, career, love and losses, in Brisbane Queensland from the 1930s.
The Door to Wisdom
What is wisdom? Is it only found in religion? Is it a spiritual or a physical quality? Some wisdom that I have gained has come as an after effect of experiencing challenges in life. Some wisdom has come from knowledge I have acquired through education, which has prevented me from making foolish decisions and choices.... Continue Reading →
Let’s Talk Self-Talk
A poem about how I changed my negative self-talk for positive self-talk
The Unchangeability of Change
Change is an inevitable part of life INTRO: Sometimes when change presents itself, and we don't accept it. Fear can hold us back from accepting change in our lives. Many times, we have no choice but to accept change whether that it is good or bad for us. Change can be uncomfortable and scary. It... Continue Reading →
Born as a New Page in an Empty Journal
INTRO: When we are born, our book of life is empty. Over time our pages fill up with our life stories. Once the ink dries, we cannot erase what is written, but we can think and plan, to some degree, what we wish to write on future pages. I wrote this poem years ago, back... Continue Reading →
Happy Stepmother’s Day
INTRO: My dad remarried at 75 years of age, a few years after my mother's death, which followed a lifetime of caring for my mentally ill mum. My step-mum is such a blessing so late in my dad's life. Dad is now 90 years old and still happily married to my step-mum. It's never too... Continue Reading →
A Love Letter from Mum
INTRO: A little advice from mum doesn't go astray, especially on Mother's Day. I wrote this poem when my daughters were young adults. They had both left home and were living independently now. I was travelling through Western Australia, thousands of kilometres away from them, in Brisbane, Queensland. I missed them very much. I sent... Continue Reading →
Build Your House of Love
INTRO: Build love into our homes this Mother's Day. This poem compares the building of a house with the building of loving relationships with family and friends in our homes. I wrote this poem in 2014 for my young adult daughters. Happy Mother's Day this Sunday. Beverley Joy PODCAST - Build Your House of Love... Continue Reading →
The Scent of Sunshine
INTRO: This poem reflects my memory of time spent with my mother. Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers reading this poem. I wrote this poem, in 2019, after bringing my clothes in from drying outside in the sunshine on a hot sunny day while living in Yeppoon, Central Queensland. This poem reflects on a... Continue Reading →
Thank You
INTRO: This month I celebrate one year of posting two poems each week. So, I send a huge thank you to all my readers and listeners. Your support is greatly appreciated and encourages me to keep going. Most of the poems I published in 2021, were poems that I had written over the past 10... Continue Reading →
The Mortgage Warrior
INTRO: I wrote this poem while I was working as a Finance and Mortgage Broker's Assistant. I observed in the industry that not all Mortgage Brokers are the same. All the scenarios in this poem were real client situations. This poem is written about the few outstanding brokers who specialize in helping people in difficult... Continue Reading →
The Ebb and Flow of Life
INTRO: The ebb and flow of life, the highs, and lows of experiences, the coming and going of relationships, the constant fluctuation in society, the rise and fall of emotions, the continuous change in circumstance. All of life on earth and the environment are in a state of continuous change. Being destroyed then rebuilt. We... Continue Reading →
Don’t Fence Me into Your Routine
INTRO: As the end of the day approached, I kicked myself again for denying myself the time and energy needed to work on my goal of poetry. I had to learn how to set boundaries on my time, take back my overextended and misplaced energy and invest it in my own goal. I needed to... Continue Reading →
The Black Rose Garden
Facing unwarranted criticism.
You Drive Me Crazy
INTRO: Years ago, as I wrote in my journal, my hand tensed as the pen scratched out the angry words "He drives me crazy" as I burst into song and wailed along with The Fine Young Cannibals' song "She drives me crazy." But how do you set boundaries around a Crazymaker? "What is a Crazymaker?"... Continue Reading →
The Tussle Between My Brain Muscles
INTRO: I do, I don't, I will, I won't, I can, I can't, I should, I shouldn't, and the tussle goes on and on in my brain. Colour versus black and white. Thoughts bounced from one side of my brain to the other like a ping pong ball. Each side smashing the thoughts back and... Continue Reading →
I Love, I Hate Journaling
INTRO: Over the decades I have had a love-hate relationship with journaling. When I talk with people about journaling, I find that it means and looks different to each one of them. Different types of journal books, some are plain, some are fancy and they hold different meanings to individuals. There is no right or... Continue Reading →
Saying ”I Am Too Busy” is a Cover-Up
INTRO: I spent most of my adult life helping others until I realized that I was spending too much of my time helping others. How can that be? Isn't helping others a good thing to do? Yes, it is, but not at the expense of being irresponsible and negligent of your own talents and goals... Continue Reading →
Simply Story Poetry 