My Poems

Reiki 

I was told Reiki could be an answer to pain

I thought nothing to lose and all there to gain

I quickly set off then to ease my sore back

And From what I discovered I never looked back 


When Pains they came calling I just had to call

In to Renfrew and Margaret’s and in I would crawl

And up on the couch, quiet music a playing

Margaret’s Hands hovered over moving and staying 
 

I felt so relaxed as I drifted away

To my Gran’s old back garden on a bright summers day

When gently called back from my dreaming, my space

The ease and well being I felt were just ace 

 
I asked for some teaching so I could now do

This Reiki for others for me and for you

It felt so amazing I could not wait to try

It made me so happy I felt I would cry 
 

Since learning this Reiki so much have I gained

You just can’t imagine how much my life changed

And though not encouraged to use the word cure

I now feel oh so different, so calm and so sure 

 
To share this with others is my greatest calling

And to watch with great joy as I see others falling

In love with their Reiki and healing and sharing

Master Teacher’s a badge I am proud to be wearing 
 

When the energy is flowing 

Like warm breezes blowing

I can loose track of time

As I’m feeling so fine 
 

And the energy runs all the way through my body

My aura my soul and my spirit are ready

My awareness is growing minute by minute

And try as I Might I just can’t resist it 
 

The future I know will take care of itself

I don’t have to feel I am left on that shelf

I may still experience troubles or strife

But I know I will now have my Reiki for Life 

In grateful thanks 

Joan McCormick
Reiki Master Teacher


  Winding Down in winter

Our Trees are withdrawing back deep to the earth

Their leaves long since fallen to make room for new birth

There are Robins and Squirrels about on the ground

Flitting and hopping around and around

 

Some Plants blaze with colours to brighten our lot

While others look forlorn like they’ve been forgot

Saying stay indoors and light a nice fire

You could sit with a good book and try to aspire

 

Remembering talks with my Sister, my Brother

Reminiscing and teasing on something or other

Long walks on the cycle path well wrapped up

Bowls of home made soup, warm to sup

 

I hear, “Turn off the TV, forget about the car,

And I will remind you of all that you are”

What was my purpose and where am I going?

And how am I doing, and living and growing?

 

And how do I stop, take the time to just be?

“Just breathe in and out and think of the tree

Be Still and serene and connect with your ME.”

 

 Peace

There is a peace we all can find

It hides in the silence of our mind

There’s a space between our thoughts we just can’t see

Whenever we need it there it will be

Slip into the Gaps and you will see

Your I Am, Your Spirit, Your All that Is, your ME

 

Not thinking of things past or things still to come

I meditate, counting my breaths one by one

Listening to the silence down deep in my soul

There is Peace, There is space,

For a while, I feel whole

 

 Your Angels will find you

I found out about Angels – How could that be

Reading a second hand book you see

In the Weeks and Months that passed along

Their gift of love felt oh so strong

All of a sudden I’m filled with glee

I did not find my Angels – They found me

 

By Joan McCormick

30 November 05

You!  are Much, Much more than your life story”

 If you said it to a tramp – would he hope it was true

If you said it to a working man – would he wish it was true

If you said it to a millionaire – would they scoff or laugh

If you said it to a holy man – would he contemplate in prayer

If you said it to yourself – would you accept could be true

 

When you look at someone who is different from you – do you see them or do you see someone who is Much Much more than their life story

 

 

What’s the time Mr Wolf

What’s the time Mr Wolf I used to play

In the street outside my door

With all my friends who used to stay

Very close by - not far away

Is it time to come in yet I used to say

Just 5 minutes more then no more play

Your tea will be ready and you’ll have to go

And the streets will fall quiet as all go home

 

“Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never harm me”

 

Names can cut and names can wound

And years can pass and time moves round

And now and then a chance remark

Will open the cut and the wound will spark

 

As the old wounds open the hurts pour out like sand

And the person who said it can’t understand

So what did they do and what did they say

To make me so upset today

 

And a simple rhyme that I thought would protect

Now comes back to haunt me I’m back there, with a jerk

To the names and the taunts I thought long forgotten

Forget them I was told they are just being rotten

 

Don’t teach your children that old rhyme to say

Teach them to be kind and maybe some day

They will see with the eyes of the wise old owl

That it is better to be nice than ever be cruel 

 

 Our Home

 

Our Home is like a well worn glove

Is Warm with heat and warm with love

 

It is not a particularly tidy house, Sometimes it’s chaotic

And sometimes “I don’t have any shirts or pants or jeans or sox”

“Well you won’t if you don’t put it all into the Washing Box”

 

But for all that stuff that does not matter

I’d miss the shouts and all the chatter

 

We love each other very much

Don’t bother too much about such and such

 

Give’s a kiss and a hug before you go

And another one when we say hello

 

Be careful I think as you drive away

Mind how you go as you are on your way

 

The house will be quiet soon enough

As you all make your way and move all your stuff

Into a flat with a friend or a mate

Now in the sink  - only a cup or a plate

Where there used to be loads of crumbs and clutter

Now silence and neatness and no marks on the butter

 

So what if they are not in a rush to go

They’ll be gone in a flash before we know

So here’s to the mess and the clatter and clutter

After all

Its just part and parcel of being Father and Mother 

By Joan McCormick

1 December 05

 

http://www.walkthetalk.com/dashpoemmovie.php?refsource=star
 
     The Dash

I came across a poem set to music and to film

It touched my heart so softly it could have been a hymn

It spoke of long term friendships only broken by a passing

The gap ‘tween birth and death it just referred to as their dashing

 

The poem ran its winding way and slipped into my heart

At first it was so silent then it hit me with a start

The Light came in and washed away the doubts and all the fears

It wrapped its wings of love around and peeled away the years

 

The time was never right for me to put my dreams in motion

I did not want to upset things by causing a commotion

So sitting at my silent desk I came to realise

I did not come here in this time to Dash here to this guise

 

I came here to create a life so full and so aware

To experience and to re-connect with what I’d hardly dared

To say out loud that I was missing out in helping people

I felt like going out and shouting from the highest steeple

 

Wake up you people look about and see just where you’re going

So blind inside your dreaming shells you can’t see what you’re doing

And find that part inside of you that stops your heart from screaming

And break the ties that hold you down and listen to your feelings

 

So tell us of the sunrises so red and all a glow

Of how you watched and listened there instead of Go! Go! Go!

We could still learn so much if we would follow all the cues

Sit down and rest a while there just to hear Mum Nature’s hues

 

Your Dash may be the one that others comment on with love

And wonder how you managed to be guided from above

You listened to your own true vibes and then you made a stand

Your friend was intuition and your heart a big brass band

With love and Gratitude - By Joan McCormick

27th  February  2007

 Fifteen minutes

If Fifteen minutes is all you can take

Then may I suggest you do this then to make

A difference in how you cope this day

And things can seem better in every way

 

Three deep breaths in and out again please

Close your eyes and prepare to now let in your ease

Now blow out those troubles and a word to the wise

This can fill you with Peace that is hard to disguise

 

Just let your true self out to play

As you let your cares just drift away

Your imagination propelling you upwards

A special safe space will slowly come forwards

 

Imagine a place so still so serene

The flowers, all colours the grass oh so green

And walking along feel the grass round your toes

Drink in all the beauty that around you now grows

 

Look out for the lion the horse and the deer

And watch them surround you and fill you with cheer

And have them sit with you near your bench in the sun

And dwell in the peace and the warmth and the fun

 

Its called meditation, it’s simple to learn

And just like this poem it’s gone all too soon

So as you come back now with thanks and with peace

Your worries, your cares you have given release

 

Joan McCormick

28th February 2007