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 →
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 when... Continue Reading →
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 this... Continue Reading →
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 Build Your House of Love - PODCAST Build... Continue Reading →
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 pleasant... Continue Reading →
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 financial... Continue Reading →
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 can... Continue Reading →
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 bring... Continue Reading →
Facing unwarranted criticism.
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?" "Who... Continue Reading →
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 forward... Continue Reading →
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 wrong... Continue Reading →
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 in... Continue Reading →
It's February already. Diaries and calendars are on sale at massively reduced prices because February is the month that the new year has burst out of the starting blocks and is gaining ground. In Australia, the kids are back in school after the long summer break, community events and groups swing back into their regular... Continue Reading →
I wrote this poem when my daughters had grown up and moved out of our family home and were living independently. I had always been there for them. I was a proud, doting mum. I had continued to push my goals to the side. I don't regret a minute of my motherhood years. But the... Continue Reading →
This is one of three poems that I wrote when I first started thinking about sharing my poetry. I wrote this poem 7 years before I started sharing my poetry. I wrote it while I was living a very simple lifestyle, travelling around Australia in a motorhome (I lived in a motorhome for four years).... Continue Reading →
I wrote this poem in 2018, the last time my family enjoyed Christmas lunch all together in one place. I added the final verse this week. Even when the best plans are put in place, Christmas Day can present challenges getting the family together or getting along with everyone who has been invited. We want... Continue Reading →
The past two Christmas' of 2020 and 2021, has seen many families and friends separated at this special time of the year. We just have to enjoy Christmas Day the best way we can when our family cannot get together for Christmas Day. I wrote this poem about my Christmas Day in 2019. I chose... Continue Reading →
As we soon will be entering the Christmas time of giving, I have re-recorded this poem which was one of the first poems I published on my new podcast back in April 2021. I recorded it at the beginning of the Covid 19 lockdown in my home town of Australia when hugs were not permitted.... Continue Reading →
The other day I was taking some belonging I didn't want any longer to the second-hand store when I thought of the concept of giving away non-physical gifts. As we enter into this year's time of giving, remember, as well as giving physical gifts this Christmas, there are many gifts that we can give that... Continue Reading →
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