Dearest Fiona – A Poem for my Granddaughter – Poem 8/24 (Obviously, the Pantoum is not something I feel up to right now… day has been a bit tiring so far… so I’m doing a poem to my granddaughter Fiona)

F is for frills on your little girl dress

And for fractions of love by which we have been blessed

I is for inklings of love and God’s Grace

That’s been splashed all across your little princess face

O is for orbits of laughter and fun

That you create all around us with your smile when you run

N is for never do we ever want to be

Without you, or the happiness you spread so pure and free

A is for the Angel bestowed from above

By God’s Grace and His Mercy and His great Love

Antoinette LeRoux © 2016

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My granddaughter Fiona

I See You (For My Riska) – Poem 4/24

One moonless starry night

When millions of sparkling diamonds

Lay strewn across a black velvet sky

I walked in a grove of whispering Oaks

When suddenly I saw a wounded Star:


I picked you up and dusted you off

And nurtured you back to health with love

Until you were whole again…


When the time came, I placed you in Orion

To shine with all the other Stars;


You are my OWN little Star…

Still shining, I see you – my Riska.


Antoinette LeRoux © 2016


My Riska – 1990 – 1998 – Lost to cancer

Before Darkness – Poem 3/24

Long ago, before time began

There was only Chaos

And Darkness;

The actual story begins

When Darkness was replaced

By Light;

A lot has been said and written

About Light and Darkness since

But nobody ever seems

To say and write anything about

Before Darkness…


And the reason is simple I guess:

There was nothing but

An endless Void

Before Darkness…

So there simply was nothing

To write (or talk) about

Before Darkness


Antoinette LeRoux © 2016

darkness light and void

(Image Courtesy of Google Images)

Imagine – Poem 2/24

If you could imagine it…

Where would we be?


To me it seems that we are

Like two ships passing

And briefly connecting

Then sailing off again…


Each to their own destination…


If you could imagine it…


Just try to think of

Where we could be right now?




Antoinette LeRoux © 2016



The End of All… Poem 1/24

1955 – the beginning of it all

my mother thought my baby face

was the most beautiful she’d ever seen…

her friends and family said “How cute!”

my father… I don’t know if he was present, lol!

whatever I was perceived to be, by whomever,

most words said were blessings and were kind…


but other words were spoken over my life…

about me, about who the ones that spoke them

thought that I should be…

words that I had no control over,

words that wreaked havoc in my soul,

and caused a vortex

of misfortune that scarred and dented

whom I was truly meant to be…

words that still scar me

and play tricks on my mind


and now, in 2016,

it’s my turn to say my say with words

to make undone what words have caused:

and I say: no more!

no more will other people’s words

cause me to tumble out of balance

through the vastness of the universe


this is MY turn – and I say:

“This is THE END of their story…

The beginning of mine”


Antoinette LeRoux ©2016

A Moment in Eternity 24/24

A street child is begging for a slice of bread,
His dull black eyes spelling hopeless despair…
A woman neatly dressed in a luxurious coat
Quickly looks away, then crosses the road.
A limousine driver brakes excessively,
Hoots in anger, shouts aggressively
As a wasted old tramp limps across the street:
Down trodden, barely able to breathe.

Life is an endless, motley, milling mass
Of coming and going and inhaling trash
And fighting to survive…
And no-one seems to care one bit
About who makes it to the top and who lands in the pit
In this crazy rat race that we call “life” –
All that matters is that “I” should win,
Casting all the rest in life’s waste bin.

A businessman getting home late from work
Removes the mask behind which he lurks
His only companion is his pedigreed dog –
His family’s been lost in life’s fog
In a pub a dad is squandering his weekly wage…
Nothing’s left for his family in their dead-end maze
Their life without his nurturing has taken its toll
Leaving weariness and heaviness of soul.

Life is an everlasting puppet show,
Every puppet going through their own private hell
Playing life from bow to bow.
And no-one’s able to walk away
As the puppet master keeps us all at bay
With invisible strings from which we dangle
Each of us awaiting fate
In life’s drama with it’s senseless debate.
Life still holds us in continuous defeat
We’re confusing happiness with lust and greed
The strings that tie us are our prison bars
And closet skeletons remain where they are.
Selfishness controls our lives
‘Cause “It’s my OWN little world that has to thrive!”
Life’s misery’s becoming more and more…
There’s no escape… we keep missing the Door…

And suddenly I realize with ice cold clarity:
We’re forever trying to outdo ourselves
While we cast the rest of us aside
We’re pushing Life beyond our reach
While we greedily keep bowing to Mammon’s leech
And keep ruling our existence from our own little niche
Fighting stubbornly to be in control
As we’re headed for a strong brick wall.

And until we acknowledge we’re ALL human souls
And start to love one another without seeking reward
Will we trample each other and take revenge
‘Cause “I’m just being my own best friend!”
Until then, Lord Jesus, does the task remain mine
To testify in Your Name – to be the Light that shines…
Until at last everyone has become Your child
Will I point to You as the Door to Life

Life is an immeasurably priceless entity
That was given to us by our Loving Father
For a moment in eternity
And what we’ll do with it
Depends on whether we’ll be able to realise
We need to enter through Jesus, the only Door
That only then will we really thrive…

© 2015 Antoinette LeRoux

Early Morning 23/24

Sun is rising
Birds are singing…

Minutest detail of
Nature’s treasure exposed
In Kaleidoscopic beauty…

Morning gradually breaks out
In brilliant Rhapsody
Of sound and colour –
Crimson touches Cirrus clouds
And turns them all to Rose –
Gentle colours wash the sky
In Summer sunrise rapture…

Sweet scent of Eucalyptus
And Roses fills the air –
I inhale the fragrance…

Bless this small Community…

For within their treasured midst
I feel heaven sent secure

© 2015 Antoinette LeRoux