Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Magic of Christmas

Three Word Wednesday - The Magic of Christmas

Alive, adjective: (Of a person, animal, or plant) living, not dead; (of a feeling or quality) continuing in existence; continuing to be supported or in use; (of a person or animal) alert and active; animated; having interest and meaning.

Glaring, adjective: Giving out or reflecting a strong or dazzling light; staring fiercely or fixedly; highly obvious or conspicuous.

Misty, adjective: Full of, covered with, or accompanied by mist; (of a person's eyes) full of tears so as to blur the vision; indistinct or dim in outline; (of a color) not bright; soft.   


The Magic of Christmas

 I shake off the dust of illness
Recovery is nigh despite the glaring
Shadow of re-occurrence
I will not doubt that I shall overcome
The misty shadowy thing that stalks me
I shall grab happiness and health
With both hands I embrace
 The joyous season of love and hope
And rejoice in family, friends, and love
The inner glow of joy shall keep me
Whole and well to enjoy
This Christmas once more.

©Sheilagh Lee  December 17, 2014

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Distrust

Three Word Wednesday- Distrust
Prompts: Distrust, noun: Mistrust, suspicion, wariness, chariness, leeriness, lack of trust, lack of confidence; skepticism, doubt, doubtfulness, cynicism; misgivings, qualms, disbelief; verb: Mistrust, be suspicious of, be wary/chary of, be leery of, regard with suspicion, suspect; be skeptical of, have doubts about, doubt, be unsure of/about, have misgivings about, wonder about, disbelieve (in).

Hopeful, adjective: Optimistic, full of hope, confident, positive, buoyant, sanguine, expectant, bullish, cheerful, lighthearted; informal upbeat; promising, encouraging, heartening, inspiring, reassuring, auspicious, favorable, optimistic, propitious, bright, rosy; noun: Candidate, aspirant, prospect, possibility; nominee, competitor, contender; up-and-comer.

Tolerant, adjective: Open-minded, forbearing, broad-minded, liberal, unprejudiced, unbiased; patient, long-suffering, understanding, forgiving, charitable, lenient, indulgent, permissive, easygoing, lax; laid-back.

Distrust of authority
Hopeful people
Embrace protest
Expecting that tolerance
And justice
Will prevail
But fiery, drawn out words
Lead to violence
As the verdict
That there is no justice
Wafts over the crowd

The morally challenged
Strike out on both sides
And protest is viewed 
As troublesome
Because a few
Bad apples who harm
Properties and they destroy

The good voices 
Lost in some eyes
The cause still good
Justice may still prevail
But morale low
As the town burns

©Sheilagh Lee November 26, 2014

There are good people in Ferguson read this

Monday, November 10, 2014

We Remember

They fought hard and long
To achieve those freedoms
Fighting and killing others
That hurt their very souls
They fought to save their countries
From tyranny and evil intent

They gave up their home lives
Their families and soil
To fight for kin and country
To save the world
They gave much

Now we revere them
Remember them
Immortalize them
We shall not forget
Their sacrifice
From sun up
To sundown
Each day we remember
Their forfeit
And honour their lives 

©Sheilagh Lee November 11, 2014

Tuesday, October 28, 2014


Though the sun grows cold
And the earth welcomes you
We shall no forget your sacrifice
Your bravery, your valour
Will be remembered
Your gentle welcoming smile
Your glowing good nature
Shall not be forgotten
But revered and retained
In the memories and hearts
Of the nation
We will tell stories
In history books of you
The remembrance of
A life taken too soon
A child now without a father
We shall gather you both
To our hearts and minds
For you are our family
Canadian soldier, brave and strong

Our love pours out for you.

©Sheilagh Lee October 28, 2014

They gave their lives for their country and we are indebted to them for their bravery and valour.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Tears for our soldiers

Tears fall from my eyes 
My heart full
I grieve for you
You represented Canada
Your head held high
You guarded against
Those who sought to harm
Your life you gave
 Freely to protect
Our way of life
You are our heroes
We can but offer
Our prayers and tears
That you are lost to us
Taken by evil

They think we will lay down
We will not succumb
We will not be silenced
Or dismissed
We will fight for our rights
That women and men 
Fought hard for
We are Canadian
Strong and free
We love our country
We stand on guard for thee.
As you did with your lives for us
We shall not forget
Nor will we slumber
But guard against those
Who took your lives
So your sacrifice

Shall not be in vain.

©Sheilagh Lee October 22, 2014 

RIP Cpl Nathan Cirrillo at the War Memorial and the soldier Warrant officer, Patrice Vincent who was murdered by the driver of a car.
They gave their lives for their country and we are indebted to them for their bravery and valour.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Toronto Football Club

Red and gold they’re our men
They’ll defeat Chivas or nobody can
Fighting in the corners
Running down the line
No offsides, no terror of losing
Though it’s all on the line
For #TFC is fearless
They’ll give it their all
For their fans are behind
Them all the way
Game face on
We support the #Reds
Our love for our team
Cheers for #TFC
Jeers for the enemy
At  every  game.

©Sheilagh Lee September 21, 2014

Sunday, August 31, 2014

No Bloody Big Deal?

This poem is just my opinion as a disgruntled TFC fan. 
From YouTube the announcement 

No Bloody Big Deal?

Strumming our pain
With lots of firings
No coach, no underlings
Gone with the stoke of a pen
Ryan Nelson has departed 
Dafoe will leave?
Bradley next?
We wait and see

What bloody big deal?
The Brits aren't spitting out their tea
They're saying told you so
Didn't I say it wouldn’t last?
They turn to their mate 
And demand 
You owe me a fiver
After all
What do Canucks know?
About football?

It seems all we're good for
 is filling the seats
So we cheer who cares?
Not the MLSE 
Just pay your money and go
They don't want your opinion
They'll do as we please
After all it's about the bottom line

Toronto fans crying in their beer
Where is the bloody big deal?
 We all were sold?
Why do they always
Take loyalty for granted
Why betray the fans?

We’re hoping for playoffs
Instead we get sackings
Tears and emotional pain
Is there a chance now?
The battle cry

Because the playoffs are 
The bloody big deal
For unwavering loyalty
Toronto FC fans
Portray, all season
Bleeding red 
Till the last game
We'll cheer them on
And feel the pain
As the season ends

©Sheilagh Lee  August 31, 2014

Friday, August 15, 2014

The Comedian

The Comedian

“Shut up, that’s not true.”
We yell and we scream
Reading the news
The man who entertained us
Gone in the blink of an eye

He made us laugh and cry
A part of our lives
Streaming in movies, shows
In our living rooms
Could not be dead

We cry tears we yell
And we grow angry
All the stages of grief
We feel like he is family
This funny man

Yet the comedian
Cried tears of a clown
And we heard him not
No one could touch the darkness
That yelled deep within him

 I’m not good enough
No one cares about me
The voice cried
Let me die
Let me die

The companion, that awful cloud
That hovers amongst us
Unknown and unwanted
It burrowed and took the life
From a good person
Who couldn’t resist its sirens’ call

We wish he could have reach out
And see the adoration now shown for him
See the difference he made
We wish we could turn back time
And reach out to him

Show him friendship and devotion
Show him that he was loved.
Too little, too late
Don’t let this be the cry
Make a difference

In his name.
©Sheilagh Lee  August 14, 2014 for thursday threads

RIP Robin Williams 

If you are suffering and feel like committing suicide please contact one of the agencies in this post

or call the police for help.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- The tears of a clown

The tears of a clown
Hidden from view
Smiles in place
Humour its bane
In silence, he holds the pain
Bursting at the seams
Alcohol he drinks
Drugs he takes to ease his pain
He gets help, gets clean.
He makes movies, to amuse
Mercenary he is not
He tells jokes 
Everyone loves him
But deep down inside
The pain is not eradicated
A voice says he doesn’t matter
No one can reach him
The pain is all he feels
He spirals to that dark place
No one can find
He drinks to dull the pain
Feels he can't be squeamish
After the cuts
Are too dull
The decision his
And his darkness' alone
He kills himself
Hanging in the wind

The masses learn the news
They cry out in pain and grief
What no, it cannot be
Then share how much
He was loved
Too little, too late
He cannot feel the love
Only his family comforted
From the outpouring of love.

©Sheilagh Lee  August 11, 2014

RIP Robin Williams 

If you are suffering and feel like committing suicide please contact one of the agencies in this post

or call the police for help.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Happy Father's Day Dad

Dad you held your hand in mine
And helped me walk
You showed me generosity
Kindness and love
As you offered the shirt off your back
To people time and again
To any one of your children
You offered your all
You had your flaws
Who is perfect?
But you were my Dad
And I looked up to you
And you were always
There to protect me
Love me and guide me
How I miss you
But I know the lessons
That you shared
Will live on in generations
To come.

©Sheilagh Lee  June 15, 2014

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Fibro Warrior #fibroawarenessday

Three Word Wednesday- Fibro Warrior
Burn, verb: Be or cause to be destroyed by fire; damage or injury by heat or fire; to be possessed by (a desire or emotion); use as a type of fuel; feel or cause to feel sore, hot or inflamed, typically as a result of illness or injury; noun: An injury caused by exposure to heat or flame.

Hue, noun: A color or shade; the attribute of a color by virtue of which it is discernible as red, green, etc., and which is dependent on its dominant wavelength, and independent of intensity or lightness; character; aspect.

Moral, adjective: Concerned with the principles of right and wrong behavior and the goodness or badness of human character; concerned with or derived from the code of interpersonal behavior that is considered right or acceptable in a particular society; examining the nature of ethics and the foundations of good and bad character and conduct; holding or manifesting high principles for proper conduct; noun: A lesson, esp. one concerning what is right or prudent, that can be derived from a story, a piece of information, or an experience. 

May 12th is International ME/CFS & FM Awareness Day in honour of that day and the fact that this week is International  ME/CFS & FM Awareness Week I wrote this

 for more info on this disease

Fibro Warrior

My limbs burn with pain
My head feels heavy
The hue of melancholy
Is upon me  
As I bemoan my fate
Of continuously fighting
This foe
Who steals away
My strength, my energy
What moral right
Does this disease
Have to take
Away my life
And bring such strife
I do not know
I take back
My inner strength
Putting unknown
Untapped energy
Back into
My core
For I know that
I will not surrender
To melancholy
I will fight
With everything I am
To appear normal again
To continue living my life
To the fullest
To be happy
To achieve
My goals
Despite the pain
For I am
A warrior at heart
This battle I shall win
No matter the time
To survive another day
Without pain.
With energy to spare.

 ©Sheilagh Lee May 7, 2014

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Heart of a Warrior

You were different
You were strong
You were proud
You had a hard life
But survived challenges
 That would cripple
You were magical
To a young child
With stories dramatic
Full of fantasy
Wonder and life
No story as acrid
As your young existence
Your father should have been quarantined
His fists should have been stopped
His dramatic acts blocked
But you survived
All the men who didn’t
Love you enough
And settled for the love
From nieces and nephews,children 
Grandchildren, and great-grandchildren
To whom you gave your all
All loyalty, all encompassing
Returned to you tenfold
By all who loved you
Then mourned your passing
And remember you
Grandma, Olive I miss you still.

Happy Birthday 
©Sheilagh Lee April 30, 2014

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Invisible illness

I should close my eyes
And wake up tomorrow
Hoping things have changed
No pain, no anger, no crankiness
Just affability, the self I love
Galvanized and charged
Agile and rangy again
I will roar and take life
By the horns
Living my life
The way I want to
And not the way
This invisible illness
Steals from me
Trying to take all hope
All normal life
Tired and in pain.

Thoughts disconnecting
I want to write
The ideas in my head
But they’re slowly disappearing
Too tired to write
Too tired to read
Television seems the answer
But even it is too hard to follow
When your body feels heavy
You’re every muscle, every eon, pinging
Screaming pain, pain, pain
Worse then any flu
You fight against it
After all tomorrow’s always another day
With relief maybe in sight.

©Sheilagh Lee January 29, 2014

For those of you who don't know I suffer from a number of auto-immune diseases, one of them Fibromyalgia . Some people believe because you can't see the results of this disease that it is all in the head of the inflicted but research has proven it's existence and they have factual evidence from MRI studies of it's existence.  The doubt and insistence by those naysayers that this illness is fake makes this disease all the harder to make people understand that you suffer from it so we suffer in silence and some in secret. We wouldn't wish this on anyone.

With Fibromyalgia if you get another illness like a sinus infection (like I have right now) it intensifies all the symptoms that's why I wrote this today.