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Here is this Week'sWikem (poem from wikipedia)

White is the color most often associated with innocence...Wikipedia

White is also the color of an untouched page…

What shall I write about White? I asked Victoria staring from my empty screen-page to the window. Snow seems a little too obvious.

How about an empty page? Victoria quipped with a mischievous twinkle in her grin…

Page-fright

You return my stare

Innocence veiled

Where Muse has stoppered

A pen that has failed

I pine for the guileless

Untainted free-rein

Fearless, a stranger

To the poet’s pain

Somewhere ink flows

Like the rush of soft seas

Kissing rose pages

With passion and ease

Touching those places

My thought cannot find

And filling white spaces

Where Muse caters, kind

There on their paper

The night wind cajoles

Pleasing their hunger

And teasing their souls

Here in the corner

Of white what-might-be

I stare at the ornery air

Staring at me

© Janet Martin

I left my white page for a while and when I returned Fearless One (aka Victoria) had splashed her laughter on it.

Poems

There once was a girl

She looked like a squirrel

People made fun of her

And she cried, Gee Whillekers!

Where did he go?

Nobody knows

Oh, Silly me!

He was just in the *W.C

The kettle screeched

It screamed like a beast

Suki was getting quite put off

Polly! Take the kettle off!

*water closet

Thursday Thought's on Grace and Forgiveness

Dig deep within yourself, they say, to find the strength you need

But I find deep within myself is where dark demons breed

This rack of flesh and blood needs more than lords that bend and break

And self alone cannot atone for the mistakes I make

Those gods that boast in inmost courts can glibly desecrate

The laws of good intention because I don’t like to wait

For Higher Intervention so dig deep, dig deep, they claim

...when I dig deep I find the crux that makes me blush with shame

Without true grace, the grace of God oh, what a wretch I am

My inner uttermost a fraud, my greatest boast a sham

Myself, a pit of hopelessness; my brave smile, hell’s facade

Unless I first confess my sin, then trust the grace of God

© Janet Martin

 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast.…Eph.2:8-9

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 But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 2 Cor.12:9

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A smile without God

Is hell's facade

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Without the grace of God, I hardly could get out of bed,

For Self is such a pitiful animal of need

But oh, because His grace will be enough when I am weak

I reach and feel the kiss of hope soft, soft upon my cheek

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the gift of grace
is wrapped in blood
poured from the
precious Son of God
He, the vile horror
of Death braved
thus, by His grace
we are saved

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Grace cannot be earned,
bought or stolen,
But like a gift,
simply accepted

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What can save us
from hell's fate?
only Jesus'
blood-bought grace

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No high, low or in-between
Grace washes each sinner clean

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There is no one less or more
Where Love's grace and mercy pour
Come one, come all to that place
Brothers, sisters, saved by grace

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Away, Away

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Can you feel it; that silver river slipping away, away, wild beneath our feet?

That river slumbered then, where we played

And cooled ourselves in its bronzing shade

For the summer was long and we were young

And hungry for more than the years that stung

Our tongues with Want and wishful wondering

We heard the taunt but not the thundering

Of waters coursing and forcing our feet

Away, away, from youth’s forever-street

There day-dreams grew fat as the years that crawled

Where the hours sat on tree-limbs soft-scrawled

On the palm of a lazy afternoon

We sprawled with our toes a-top the moon

And noses in books; bored desperation

Urged us aboard paper transportation

On the tide of nothing-to-do we sailed

While the white winds blew and the roses paled

Now the river that crept past child-hood homes

Rushes and pushes and gushes and foams

Carrying seasons like a little leaf

Away, away from idle make-belief

Still, here and there, as the sun sinks pink-slow

Splashing twilight’s hair with the afterglow

Caught in a girl’s laughter, soft stirs the snore

Of a river that slept at our front-door

© Janet Martin

A Chocolate Cake 'I Love You'

Yesterday when Victoria came home from school she said she wishes we had fresh chocolate cupcakes! She had some yummy ones at Aunt Lucy's house on Sunday and oh, how she wishes we had some, so I made a batch to surprise her today. She was delighted! You know how we all have those quick, off-the-top-of-our-heads recipes? this is one of mine...simply called Our Favorite Chocolate Cake. It's a one-bowl, mix in order given recipe simple enough for a child to make!

I think I dumped coffee on it:) The other recipes on this page aren't too bad either!

Hungry yet?one tip; remember to turn the mixer on low to add the coffee or your clean white T-shirt won't be clean any longer...ugh!!!=:-((

I let Victoria eat her cake in peace then told her we're going skiing!!

So as, not to complicate matters

When words need a break

We’ll cut out the chatter

And fill it with cake

They say a change

Is as good as a rest

Sometimes chocolate cake

Says ‘love you’ the best

© Janet Martin

Of Envelopes and Love-letters

 

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Into a big blue envelope

You tuck the remnant day

Hope is the color of dusk-eyes

Half-shutting Time away

We stand and stare out to that place

Where we can never be

Skylines are always far too far

Away from you and me

Farewells tug quiet-hard, the heart

Fumbles with failing spheres

Into dusk’s big blue envelope

The skyline disappears

And like a love-letter from God

Where black seals pink and gold

He places in our heart of hearts

A memory to hold

© Janet Martin

Dawn,

Noon,

Dusk,

Dawn-noon-dusk

Ah, seamless flight

That turns good-morning

To good-night