Showing posts with label poem-a-day-challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem-a-day-challenge. Show all posts

Monday, November 2, 2015

Surrender's Source



November's PAD Challenge Day 2;  For today’s prompt, write a surrender poem.




Temporal and eternal vie
Everything born is doomed to die
Soon morn surrenders to the air
Its virgin verve; hope, heartache, prayer
Veiled in an invisible tide
That sweeps the sprawling countryside

…in slow surrender to the stars
Where sometimes sudden silence jars
The inept reaches of the mind
Kindness and cruelty entwined
For everything that has a breath
Is on a one-way course to death

…and nothing can evade the clutch
Of Providence’s final touch
Hence, Youth and Truth and Wisdom vie
For everything with life will die
Save that which is not bound by force
The soul; it returns to Life’s source



© Janet Martin

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

This or That?


http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-


To Sleep or Write

I should sleep tonight

Draw the blankets up beneath my chin

And close my eyes

But then I cannot write

There is a restless stirring deep within

Sleep is for the wise


To Work or Shirk

Duty is a tireless employer

Reluctant to ease its stance

Its reins too taut for wandering

Or pausing to whirl and dance

The wind tugs my hand from its toiling

And lures me with its rebel-dare

Will anyone notice my absence

As I chase a dream through the air?


To Lust or Love

I trace your body with a hungry gaze

You wink; the spark ignites to a blaze

But lust is a devil in an angel’s disguise

The attraction is gone when the fire dies


Love is constant; not something we do

Its garb is quite humble, but it is true

Love is patient, honest and kind

It satisfies both body and mind


To Persevere or Quit

I want to quit

My Muse is gone

But the one who wins

Is the one who keeps on…


To Dance or Die

To stop hurting or reaching

Or working or teaching

Or learning or giving

Is to stop living

To stop dancing

Is to die


Janet Martin

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Holy Mystery


God, before Time’s charted span

Jesus, who took on flesh, as man

Spirit, to dwell in humanity

Three in One, how can this be?

Janet Martin


November's poem-a-day challenge...

To write a 'normal' or a 'paranormal' poem.


from Wikipedia...

Paranormal is a general term (coined ca. 1915–1920[1][2]) that designates experiences that lie outside "the range of normal experience or scientific explanation"[3] or that indicates phenomena understood to be outside of science's current ability to explain or measure.[1][4] Paranormal phenomena are distinct from certain hypothetical entities, such as dark matter and dark energy, only insofar as paranormal phenomena are inconsistent with the world as already understood through empirical observation coupled with scientific methodology.[5]


Monday, November 7, 2011

Lady Dawn




She nudges the dark and it recedes

Like a spineless coward toward the shadows

Or does it melt, helpless and wanting beneath her touch?


She softens the horizon line

Etching the night with a pale, gauze ribbon

Pushing aside its heavy robe and kissing it with silver dew


Soundlessly, effortlessly she overtakes

The force of the deepened sky in wild exultation

For Lady Dawn waits for none; and the night can never resist her

J~

The Impatience of Time


Time and Death wait for no man

Time is that thing we measure life by

In death there is no Time…

Simply eternity

Time multiplied infinitely

Cannot begin to fathom

Eternity...


Time gives you to me

And steals you away

Time is the hour

Of duty and play

But Death is waiting

At every man's door

Where there will be

No Time anymore...


Time is one tittle

And one Tiny jot

Time is one little

Intangible dot

A speck of blue

In infinite space

What would we do

Were it not for Grace?


Grace waits for everyone

But only 'til death

Our destiny sealed

In life's final breath

Death is not dark

In the light of God's love

Time is a spark

That death will snuff



Janet


Sunday, November 6, 2011

My Sweet Addiction




You wake me up each morning
Much to my delight
You know exactly what I need
And how to do it right
I’m still a little sleepy
Until I feel your touch
Your warmth flows into, through me
I love you, oh, so much
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I keep you in a can
And reach for you each morning
To kiss your face of tan
Your deep and robust passion
Arouses to the core
I know now I cannot
Live without you anymore
You'll never need to worry
No one can take your place
I sip you and inhale you
With a smile upon my face
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I love your coat of blue
And in the early morning
No one else will do
Maxwell, you’re a keeper
Perfection in a can
I wonder what would happen
IF YOU WERE A MAN

Janet Martin

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-6