Simply Story Poetry

Beverley Joy

Beverley Joy, the author of Simply Story Poetry. With over 200 poems published weekly since 2021, Beverley simplifies complex thoughts and shares insights about nature, love, relationships, life experiences and faith. Her poems entertain, inspire, and encourage my readers and listeners to contemplate various aspects of life through the rhythm and rhyme of poetry. Visit Simply Story Poetry on Podcast platforms, Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn and simplystorypoetry.com. You can buy verses and poems on products at beverleyjoy Redbubble Shop.

  1. Sep 5

    The Qualities of a Gentleman - Father's Day

    Enduring virtues and character of a gentleman. This poem lovingly describes the enduring virtues and character of the gentleman, from love and dedication in marriage to commitment as a partner, father, son and friend. The expression 'Gentleman' is not used very often anymore. The meaning of this word has shifted throughout history from an early English term for an adult male who owns property and has an income above that of manual labour. The modern meaning of the word 'Gentleman' describes the character and behaviour of an adult male, including integrity, kindness, politeness, and respect for others. I originally wrote this poem for my two wonderful brothers, who are true gentlemen. In loving memory of my dad, who passed away in 2025 at 95. Beverley Joy The Qualities of a Gentleman Poem “What do you see in me?” he asked “A gentleman is what I see.” “A gentleman”, he laughed. "Yes" I said confidently, “Please let me explain.” I saw a young man who won the true love of a young woman And as one, their love flourished. Then, I saw a fiancé whose strong, rugged hands Softly and tenderly embraced his sweetheart. Now, I see a husband whose gentle embrace Engulfs her in peace and protects her from harm. I see a mature man with old-fashioned values Weathered and wrinkled from the harsh Australian sun. I see a father who devoted his youth To raise his children and provide for his family. I see a working man who goes the extra mile Proud of his work ethic, striving for the best. I see a handsome man who likes to dress smart Who looks quite charming in suit and tie. I see a grown man who sheds a tear silently Then wipes it dry and soldiers on positively. I see a family man who longs to embrace Loved ones lost through death or distance. I see a healthy man who has suffered through illness But still wants to regain life in its fullness. I see a brother whose warm smile enchants Who loves and approves of who I am. I see a mate whose kind laughter is heard Infectiously causing laughter in return. I see a son who gave comfort To his ageing parents with loyalty and love. I see a gentleman whose gentle, kind nature Relaxes people and banishes their fear. Outside appearance doesn’t matter to me I see his soul and spirit Unique and special God’s gift to his family. Beverley Joy © 2014 of Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved. Read or listen to my poems at Simply Story Poetry on ⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠, ⁠⁠Pinterest⁠⁠, ⁠⁠YouTube ⁠⁠and at ⁠⁠simplystorypoetry.com⁠⁠ and follow me on ⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠.

    The Qualities of a Gentleman - Father's Day
  2. Apr 1

    The Passion of Mary Magdalene - Easter Story Part 2

    Women visit Jesus' tomb on Easter morning. It is the story of Mary Magdalene at the tomb on that first Easter Sunday morning.  Mary Magdalene and other women visit Jesus' tomb on Easter morning and find it empty. After encountering angels and witnessing Jesus, Mary spreads the news. Her deep sorrow turns to joy as she becomes the first to share the gospel message. The two feature images I edited together depict Mary's deep sorrow at the cross and her joy at the risen Lord, which soon reaches its height. The Passion of Mary MagdaleneAs the sun rose on that Sunday morning Several women went to the tomb They took the spices they had prepared To complete the burial ritual.  The tomb was open when they arrived The large entrance stone was rolled aside They went inside, but they did not find The body of their Saviour, Jesus Christ.  As they stood there puzzled, two men appeared Clothed in white robes, sitting to one side “Are you looking for Jesus, who was crucified?" The women bowed to the ground; they were terrified. “Don’t be alarmed. He isn’t here! He has risen from the dead! Jesus said it would happen this way. Don't you remember what He said?" Now go and tell his disciples what you've heard and seen And that Jesus will meet them soon in Galilee." The women ran quickly from the tomb They were so frightened, but also filled with joy But the story sounded like nonsense to the men They didn’t believe what the women had said. But two disciples ran to the tomb to see The cloth lay where Jesus' body had been Once they saw for themselves, they believed They went home wondering, "What has happened?" Mary Magdalene, back at the garden tomb Crying, she stooped and looked inside The two angels asked, “Why do you cry?” "They've taken my Lord, and I don’t know where or why.” She turned to leave and saw the gardener standing near “Why are you crying?” “Who are you looking for?” “Sir, tell me where you have put him, so I can go and get him.” She cried through tear-stained eyes. “Mary”, Jesus gently called her name Wiping her tears, she searched His eyes She recognized His calming voice His face, His frame, it was Her Lord. “Teacher”, she whispered in wonder and awe Her despair turns to future hope From the darkness of sorrow to the light of joy From the separation of death to eternal life. She fell on Him, clinging tight He was real, a human, not a ghost Never again would she let Him go Now things would be as they were before. “Don’t cling to me,” Jesus gently said Helping her to compose herself “Go tell my brothers this message ‘To our Father, to our God, I will ascend." The risen Jesus had appeared in the flesh Not to rulers and kings, nor His disciples But to a woman whose life He had saved Who had followed Jesus to His grave. A humble woman now honoured by God The first man or woman to see the Risen Lord And hear the first words from His lips And be the first to spread the gospel message. There stood a man and a woman in a garden Jesus, the new Adam, and Mary Magdalene The power of His resurrection Give eternal freedom and redemption. The power of death broken in this new garden Jesus paid the debt of God's judgment And put right the Garden of Eden's fall Now man is restored, redeemed, and transformed. Mary Magdalene ran to tell the men The gospel message, the good news “I have seen the Lord!” My Saviour is alive. Jesus conquered death for all of us The power of His resurrection Is the power of a new creation A time of joy and celebration. The passionate love of God for us His longing, desire, and joy have come For reconciliation between God and His creation... Reads the full poem on the website. Read or listen to my poems at Simply Story Poetry on ⁠Facebook⁠, ⁠Pinterest⁠, ⁠YouTube ⁠and at ⁠simplystorypoetry.com⁠ and follow me on ⁠Instagram⁠. Thank you for encouraging me by listening to my poem. Beverley Joy.

  3. Mar 23

    A Few Faithful Women - The Easter Story Part 1

    The Easter Bible story. This Christian poem is Part One of two Easter poems. It tells the story of the few faithful women, including Mary Magdalene, who cooked, helped, and supported Jesus as He travelled through townships and villages, preaching, healing, and teaching His disciples. They were faithful right to the end of His life. The poem is told through the eyes of these few faithful women - what they saw, heard and felt during the last few days of Jesus' life.  A Few Faithful WomenMary grew up in thriving Magdala A town on the banks of the Sea of Galilee But Mary Magdalene did not thrive in life For demons controlled her mind. Living in a nightmare of mental illness Haunted by evil monsters and villains That chased her away from life's simple pleasures Into dark valleys of misery and torture. Jesus looked through her with knowing eyes ‘Mary' He said, neither afraid nor repulsed "Leave her." He commanded the demonic spirit There she stood with her Saviour in her right mind. Now at peace, like the troubled sea, Jesus once calmed Her nightmare was finished, her new life had begun She devoted her life to those she owed so much In deep gratitude for God's mercy and love. Mary Magdalene witnessed and listened Stirred and surprised by Jesus' teaching and healing Now surrounded by friends who loved and cared Pure joy to a woman unaccustomed to joy. Mary followed with His disciples and other women Who had also been cured of evil spirits and diseases The women lived, served, and supported them As Jesus travelled through townships, preaching and healing. Mary and the women served Jesus to the end Along His final journey to Jerusalem Crowds no longer gathered to listen to Him Close friends and disciples had deserted him. Mary saw religious men thirsty for His blood She listened as Pilate pronounced His death sentence She felt angry at the injustice of an innocent man She wept to see Him tortured by the soldiers of Rome. She watched Him fall under the weight of His cross His flesh was stripped from his back from the cruel beating As Jesus struggled to climb the hill to death Mary watched helplessly as her Saviour bled. Mary stood near the cross with the other women They heard the hammering of nails through his flesh They watched as Jesus shunned the pain relief drink And the soldiers laughed and gambled for his cloak. These women who loved him listened and cried As the religious men and people passing by Shouted abuse and mocked, “Look at you now!” “You saved others, but you can’t save yourself." They listened in disgust as the criminals beside Him Joined in the ridicule of him, except one Who begged Him for mercy, and through pain, Jesus said "Today I will see you in paradise.” For three hours, darkness fell across the land The crowds thinned out, yet the women stayed Then Jesus cried out in agony to God They listened, helpless to relieve His pain. Mary and the other faithful women Listened to Jesus forgive His enemies Then cried, "It is finished", and bowed His head Then Jesus cried out and breathed his last breath. The earth shook, and the rocks split apart The women cried their final goodbye The soldiers, who once mocked, were now terrified Confessing “He truly was the Son of God!” They had humbly followed Jesus Serving selflessly behind the scenes Right to the end, under suffering and tears With persistence and faithfulness. The faithful women still standing by Watched the soldiers cripple the two criminals But even though Jesus was already dead A soldier speared Him through His side. Mary Magdalene and a few of the women Approached two unknown followers of Jesus Who took His bloodied body down from the cross And wrapped it in ceremonial spices and cloth... Read the full poem on the website. Read or listen to my poems at Simply Story Poetry on ⁠Facebook⁠, ⁠Pinterest⁠, ⁠YouTube ⁠and at ⁠simplystorypoetry.com⁠ and follow me on ⁠Instagram⁠. I appreciate you taking the time to listen to my poem. Beverley Joy.

  4. Mar 16

    Imprisoned by God’s Love - A prisoner's transformative journey of faith

    A prisoner's encounter with God. I wrote this Christian poem while serving as a prison chaplain in a men's high-security prison. I went inside the prison each week with a male Chaplain. We were allowed to sit and chat with prisoners in the common area, inside the cell blocks. I often felt like I was a spectator watching in amazement at how God was working in the prison through the Bible, which was often read by the prisoners while they were locked in their cells. This poem is a true story of one such prisoner, a young adult who had never been involved with God or Christianity before. He was covered in tattoos, and my partner Chaplain and I had never spoken to him before this event. Prison Fellowship is a worldwide organisation that offers Prison Chaplaincy and reformative services. Most major Christian denominations also have volunteer Prison Chaplains. Let's pray for and support the Chaplains who volunteer their time to visit prisons around the world each week, sharing God's love and forgiveness with prisoners and helping transform their lives. Beverley Joy. Imprisoned by God's Love The steel door locked behind us A prisoner approached, excited Tattooed face, intense eyes We said, “Giday, how can we help?” “Are you the Chaplains? I must talk with you?” So, we sat at a table, cold and steel And we listened in wonder as he told us his story… “I woke up yesterday with a voice in my head Saying “Go, talk with the Chaplain. Ask him what Jesus did.” “This voice in my head, I could not ignore It was so persistent, so clear, so sure." The prisoner shook his head in bewilderment “I’ve never thought about Jesus or God Or read the Bible or go to church Never wanted to, never cared.” He had never spoken to a Chaplain It was considered uncool, embarrassing But that morning, he rushed over, keen to tell us about his dream. "I sat and listened to the chaplain As he explained what God had done And how much Jesus loves me And that God will forgive my sins.” “My eyes were opened, I felt free in prison God’s love and forgiveness invaded me Amazing peace washed through my veins As I prayed to God, the sinner’s prayer.” “I can’t read very well But he gave me a bible and a devotional I read it every night, locked in my cell Alone with God, I read and pray.” "I want to go to the church service every week With my new mate, who’s a Christian I want to sing and hear Chappy’s prayers That will remind me I’m loved and forgiven." It was hard for him to believe That God has forgiven him of his sins He doesn't understand all he reads in God’s Book   But, deep down, he believes it is true. He continues to struggle from day to day With past addictions and his mental health But with a nod and a smile, he chats With the Chaplains who visit prisoners each week. Beverley Joy © 2018 Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved. Image by AgnieszkaMonk from Pixabay Image by Werner Moser from Pixabay Music by Tunetank from Pixabay Music by Alex Guz from Pixabay Read or listen to my poems on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Pinterest, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LinkedIn ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠simplystorypoetry.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ I really appreciate you listening to my poem. Thank you for listening.

    Imprisoned by God’s Love - A prisoner's transformative journey of faith
  5. Mar 11

    Life is a tapestry - Understanding the Threads of Our Experiences

    A metaphor of life as a tapestry. This poem visualises life as a tapestry, woven from threads of varying lengths, colours, and textures. Each individual's life is depicted as a unique piece of art. While each tapestry is unique, common life experiences bind us together across different cultures and communities, reinforcing the interconnectedness of humanity. Ultimately, the beauty of life's tapestry lies in its variety and hues. Beverley Joy Life is a Tapestry A tapestry sewn through the warp and weft of life Threads of different lengths, colours, and textures Short, dark threads and long, light shades The silky smooth and the rough to touch. Our tapestry of life can look dark and stormy At other times, calm and bright All threads sew various colours into our lives Some are finished quickly, others take a long time. Life is sewn with different textures Each thread has a beginning and an ending Some cover large areas, others just a few stitches Adding quality and character to our stories. Coarse threads stitch a tree trunk, strong and rough Reflect on rough times in life and the strength required Tones of green leaves give protection from storms and heat Threads soft and pastel form delicate flower petals Reflect the fragrant pleasures and moments we treasure. The sewer carefully follows the instructions Sewing threads short and long, colours vary until completion Individual tapestries, yet the colours are universal No matter what country or culture, we share some ventures. Many loved ones live long lives, while some are cut short in time Health and sickness come and stay or fall away The goodbye of death, the welcome of a newborn The joy of marriage, the sorrow of divorce. When the last thread is tied off, the picture is complete The beauty of life's tapestry lies in its hues and variety. Beverley Joy © 2026 Simply Story Poetry. All rights reserved. Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht Photo by Compagnons on Unsplash Music by Tunetank from Pixabay Read or listen to my poems on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Pinterest, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LinkedIn ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠simplystorypoetry.com ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠I really appreciate you listening to my poem. Thank you for listening.

    Life is a tapestry - Understanding the Threads of Our Experiences
  6. Mar 3

    The Rose - Mirroring the beauty and pain of a rose to that of life

    This poem uses the rose as a metaphor for life’s beauty and pain, illustrating resilience amid hardships. The rose endures nature's elements and flourishes despite its delicate vulnerability. The Wilted Rose book ends with Grace leaving home at 18. Though The Wilted Rose concludes, Grace's pursuit of true love continues. Though her mother's life wilted in mental illness, Grace's adult life was beginning. Full of hopes and dreams of love and happiness, just as her mother had decades earlier, Grace was determined to forge a brighter, healthier future for herself than her mother had lived, and it started with moving far away from the strict religion of her youth and her mother.  The Rose Poem Petals so delicate, soft and fragrant, drenched in rich coloured hues of orange and yellow. Layered and wrapped, petals holding each other, unfold to reveal a tender heart at the centre. Easily bruised, tossed about by the wind, the sun’s heat gives energy, and the rain gives nourishment. The rose, admired by many and considered precious, its sweet gentle fragrance is received with pleasure. Yet cursed by some who, in pure ignorance, handle it carelessly, then blame it for their wound. The rose fulfils its purpose, not wanting to be another, content to be of its own kind of flower. The rose does not wish it was a tree, tall and strong, living long. It simply accepts nature's nourishment and surrenders to that which is greater than itself. Its presence and fame never fail to display the splendour and wonder of this flower so frail. When it’s drenched with rain, it doesn’t complain When the sun’s heat scorches, it turns to face it. I see how my life reflects that of a rose; I, too, am easily bruised. And feel tossed about by the winds of hardship and pain. I’m admired by some and precious to them; my sweet, gentle nature, they receive with pleasure. I am cursed by some and blamed for their pain; both parties feel hurt, for they misunderstand. When life scorches and drenches my heart, I am soon revived and able to thrive.  The Rose and I both require harsh elements to blossom into full bloom. Beverley Joy © 2014 Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved. Read or listen to my poems at Simply Story Poetry on Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Pinterest, LinkedIn and at simplystorypoetry.com. May your life be filled with love and hope. Beverley Joy.

  7. Jan 5

    A Scribble In Time

    New Year's Resolutions. Happy New Year to my readers and listeners. Diaries and calendars are on sale now that the new year has burst out of the starting blocks and will soon gain speed. New Year's Resolutions are made this month. By the end of January, some people will have already broken their well-meaning intentions, a few won't even bother setting any goals for the year, and some will be slow out of the starting blocks and need another month or two before they get started. Others will have set their goals for the year and are competing in the race against time. I wrote this poem reflecting on how we humans run the race against time. A Scribble in TimeTick-tock, tick-tock, time waits for no man The relentless rhythm of the hands As they walk their way around the clock Day in, day out, they never tire of their work. Tick-tock, tick-tock, humans, can only hope to find A way to organise their mind To sync what they do at work and leisure, To fit in with the times, hourly chimes. Tick-tock, tick-tock, I scribble my goals on a piece of paper I sit curled up on my comfy lounge A calendar and diary with art on the cover With a pen and white-out stick ready in hand. Tick-tock, tick-tock, determined to achieve my goals this year I think as I scribble my plan onto the paper I'll do this today, I'll do that tomorrow I'll go here in September, and I'll go there in December. Tick-tock, tick-tock. When I'm finished, I lean back and sit tall in my chair With a smirk on my face, I say, "I've won the race With the hands of time, I've silenced its chimes My plan is sealed in whiteout and ink." Tick-tock, tick-tock, at Christmas time, I know I will find My diary, full of whiteout and scribbles in time Confessions of frustration and of cause celebration In my race to chase time to the finish line. Beverley Joy © 2022 of Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved. Read or listen to my poems on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠Pinterest, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠LinkedIn ⁠⁠⁠⁠and at ⁠⁠⁠⁠simplystorypoetry.com⁠⁠⁠I really appreciate you listening to my poem. Beverley Joy

    A Scribble In Time

About

Beverley Joy, the author of Simply Story Poetry. With over 200 poems published weekly since 2021, Beverley simplifies complex thoughts and shares insights about nature, love, relationships, life experiences and faith. Her poems entertain, inspire, and encourage my readers and listeners to contemplate various aspects of life through the rhythm and rhyme of poetry. Visit Simply Story Poetry on Podcast platforms, Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn and simplystorypoetry.com. You can buy verses and poems on products at beverleyjoy Redbubble Shop.