Friday, November 13, 2026

Life is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted-Day 13 (write a luck poem)

For today’s prompt, write a luck poem.

Ps.118:8
It is better to trust in the LORD 
Than to put confidence in man.



If luck were life's best fortune what cold comfort it would be
To cross our fingers in a leap of serendipity 
To wish upon a star as if the stars could do a thing
 And humankind were nothing but Fate's puppets on a string 

If we were at the mercy of nothing but random chance 
What merit then, goodness and love and all blessing God grants
If faith and hope were pawns, by Luck's cunning sleight of hand set 
And life was but a gamble of celestial roulette

If luck replaced God's sovereignty, life would be hell on earth
And love would be a god unto itself, lacking true worth
A rabbit's foot or clover leaf could well fortify/satisfy fools 
If we were Fate's mean, magic trick of mystic molecules

But we are at the kind mercy of God, able to keep
Far better He than some baseless, serendipitous leap
Far better than a lucky charm is He who knows our needs
And in spite of what some may say, His goodness intercedes 

Janet Martin

Faith and Fate are polar opposites;
one believes in the sovereignty of God,
the other in poor, pathetic, powerless Luck
Faith conquers fear,
Fate fosters fear
Faith seeks/trusts God
Fate seeks/serves self 
Faith finds peace for the soul
Fate is a wanderer without hope's glad Goal
Faith is founded on the Rock of salvation
Fate flounders in a sea of uncertainties

Luck leaves hearts disillusioned.
Blessing keeps hearts thankful!

Jude 24-25
Now to Him who is able to keep [a]you from stumbling,
And to present you faultless
Before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy,
 To [b]God our Savior,
[c]Who alone is wise,
Be glory and majesty,
Dominion and [d]power,
Both now and forever.
Amen.













Thursday, November 12, 2026

Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted-Day 12 (write a strange poem)



PAD prompt; day 12 --For today’s prompt, write a strange poem.
Something a little out of the ordinary, or something a lot out of the norm.

These prompts are always a stretch for this practical Poet 😁😅

Str-e-e-etch, stre-e-e-tch the reaches of the mind
And scale Thought's practicality
Let metabolic movement grind
The gears of rusted poetry

Press, push, and pull with mental grit
Pursue It with tenacity
Slow if you must but. do. not. quit
The aerobics of poetry 

Get out of Habit's comfort zone
Let the creative juices drip
While you attempt to whet and hone
Poetic edges you let slip

Leap with fearless finesse and form
Dare mental heights with lyric-chase
Attempt fetes, foreign to the norm 
Even if you fall on your face

So, Here goes...
The Rose, 
dew-glistening 
and red
I suppose,
looks kinda
like my head
After cardio
or HIIT event
The biggest Difference
is
the scent

***

Strange, how the older that I grow
The less and less I seem to know
And what I've known since I was young
Might slip my mind 
at the tip of my tongue

***

I put it in a special spot
So I could find it when I must
But now, after I've thought and thought
That spot has gathered wool and dust
And I can't for the life of me
Remember where that spot should be

***


That's all, folks!
Thank-you 😂💪


Wednesday, November 11, 2026

Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted-Day 11


Though life is 'poetry' waiting to be tasted,
there's a prevailing element we cannot afford to ignore or miss!






Ah, light of day
Ah, light of day
You drive the dark of night away
Silver and gold, purple and rose
The Artist's palette overflows
From heaven to earth rolls a sea
As hope's unbridled majesty
Unveils from pedestals above 
A portrait of enduring love 

Then rise and shine,
Then rise and shine
What privilege is yours and mine
For, in the portrait of God's love
If we study it close enough
What utter inclusion we find
Not one of us is left behind
In each new portrait He sets free
Ah, there is you and there is me

Forbid we rush
Forbid we rush
Without a glance at God's paintbrush
Without a second thought of He
Who never forgets you and me
But in each portrait He unfurls
He includes all his boys and girls
Then pray that we take time enough
To thank the Artist for His love

For light of day
For light of day
To drive the dark of night away
To unveil dawn's untainted pose
In silver, gold, purple and rose 
For each Original set free
Ah, there is you and there is me
Not one single person forgot
In each portrait by God's love wrought 

Janet Martin






Tuesday, November 10, 2026

Life Is Poetry Waiting to Be Tasted (Days 8, 9 & 10)

PAD Challenge: Day 8-For today’s prompt, take the phrase "True (blank)," 
replace the blanks with a new word or phrase, 
make the new phrase the title of your poem, and 
then, write your poem.




True Happiness

True happiness is often found
when we forget to look for it
While, as we trek the common ground
of day-to-day, we pause a bit
To feast on sweeps of boundless skies
or peer into a flower-cup
Or trace a treetop with our eyes
or kiss baby when she/he wakes up
Or sip a cuppa with a book
or drink an autumn afternoon
Mauve-mulled, or linger by a brook
where leaf-boats pass, gold and maroon 
Or in the thick of much to-do
hum a hymn or pray God to bless...
Then smile as wonder runs us through
with happiness on happiness

 Janet Martin

True Wisdom

The world is full of books
of tales and poetry
of travel, from cozy chair-nooks
bound for yon land and sea
Knowledge and wisdom's schemes
Fill turn of page on page
In countless plots, events and themes
the reader to engage 

...but true wisdom is found
In One Good Book alone
Though wonderful volumes abound
None are faith's Cornerstone
None tell of having borne
The cross of Calvary
No other love suffered hate's scorn
To ransom you and me

None fulfills prophecy
No bestseller transcends
Time, throughout all eternity
All earthy wisdom ends  
Only One Book will prove
The All-wise Author, when
We trust His Word to help us love
And live and die, Amen 

Janet Martin

True Love...

'well, at least they died doing what they love'
has become a common phrase of sympathy when someone loses their life
while doing what they enjoyed. 
Perhaps that phrase comforts some.

We live in an age when it seems Personal Pleasure is reason enough...
but it flies in the face of much instructions from God's word
 on how to truly love...and true love is able to discern
what is good and acceptable,
and doing enjoyable things is good and healthy in proper/healthy balance...

True Love
Sometimes we sacrifice the 'what we love' because the 'who
we love' is worth the giving up of what we love to do

Sometimes for the sake of the Best, we sacrifice the good
God alone knows the price we pay to love the way we should

True love is worth the 'less' of Self, for more and more and more
of love no phrase can fully tell where mercies pour and pour...

Janet Martin


PAD Challenge: day 9; write a help poem

some heart to heart chats with family and friends helped inspire this one...

It Helps To Know We're Not Alone...

It helps to know we're not alone
when it comes to love's trust-and-pray
to know some morrow may atone
what seems inglorious today
To know the present push and pull
of making love's ends meet and hold
May serve to make us more thankful
rather than grumble, fret or scold 

...as together, we weather life 
its holding close and letting go
its ups and downs of song or strife
As tears and laughter ebb and flow 
It helps to know in change of plan 
In hopes and dreams so trouble-prone
The help/love of God and fellowman
Reminds us we are not alone

Janet Martin

 
For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
Write a poetic form poem, and/or...
Write an anti-form poem.

I love the play of rhyme
lyrical rise and fall
unfurling a bucolic clime
within its madrigal
A little like a stream
that sparkles on the air
and winds its way into a dream
we did not know was there
Waking the girl or boy
in frames, weathered by Time
but never too old to enjoy
the magic of a rhyme 

Janet Martin

Dear Rhyming Poem or Not...

You are not posh, 'they' rule
And some turn up their nose
At Pentameter, so uncool
Compared to today's prose 

Some prose earns its esteem
But much is rank and base
Like a coffee with curdled cream
Repulsive to good taste 

Whether it rhymes or not 
Is of small consequence
Rather, the mind that bore the thought 
This is the poem's Thence 

Because the written word
Will either bless or curse
The ripple effect of thought stirred
For better or for worse

So, whether posh or plain
Whether its rhymes or not
Deems not the worth of the refrain
But how it affects thought

For all we say and do
Begins within the mind
Dear Poem/poet, let's keep this in view
As merit is defined

...and do the best we can
To spill salt of the earth
And honour our fellowman
By giving ink kind worth

Love,
Janet Martin 



Monday, November 9, 2026

When Missing One (Dear Lucy) and many others the world over...




Today we held our annual birthday tea for my mother
who turned 84 on Nov. 1st
We always feel the absence of one (Dear Lucy) deeply at these get-togethers.

Last night some friends and family gathered at her family's home to celebrate
the engagement of L and Lucy's youngest daughter.
Congratulations L&S 💞!!
(again Lucy's absence was deeply and tenderly felt!)

My thoughts are with a family who will reach the one-year mark
on Sat. of missing their dear mom, sister and many missing a dear friend,
and so it is the world over, loved ones 'missing one' .


when missing one a room becomes much larger than before
how is it that one empty chair leaves room for twenty more?
where no amount of chatter drowns the absent voice we miss
no sea of faces can replace one that no longer is 

when missing one, the world of 'us' becomes strangely askew
how is it that the loss of one transforms all that we knew
and we do all we can to recall memories so dear
like sense of humour, zest for life, wit, charm, compassion, cheer

when missing one we dearly love and miss, the world at large
becomes an opportunity to take love's sacred charge
and make the most of it, by the grace of God, while we may
before life's rooms grows larger than they had been yesterday 

Janet Martin


Sunday, November 8, 2026

Life is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted Day 7: feeling

Writer's Digest PAD Chapbook Challenge- day 7





Something about a leafless tree
Kindles a kind of eulogy
In rustling leaves beneath my feet
Where laughter and lament compete

Something about trees, gray and bleak
With no leaf left for winds to tweak
Rouses a rolling sea-like surge
Within, akin to funeral dirge

Something about the quietude
Of woodlands, lusterless and nude
Evokes a sweeping, weeping lay
For what no hand can hold at bay

Something about the docile pose
Of trees bereft of lovely clothes/shows
Yet standing tall, ignites a rite
Of admiration and delight

Always November’s leafless tree
Erupts a tender eulogy
For the depiction of life’s play
And how each season has its way

Janet Martin

Dear Lucy...

I try to touch you as if Time
Could rewind yester-year
But instead of your warmth I find
The shimmer of a tear

But, as I reach for you, somehow
In the missing of you
I feel the loveliness of Now
Running my bearing through

***





Friday, November 6, 2026

Life is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted - Day 6; power





Days 1-5 of Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted HERE

 Day 6: Write a power poem

Do not fret though wicked prosper
Soon, like grass they are cut down
Trust in God; He is faith's author
His power, both shield and crown

Do not fret; though fiends conspire
They will perish in the end
They have no chariots of fire
Held in reserves, to defend

Do not fret though rebels rally
By their own schemes they will fail
When they fall in death's dark valley
The gates of hell will prevail

Do not fret when liars flourish
And things seems to go their way
Pray they repent ere they perish
Without hope on Judgment Day

God's kingdom, pow'r and glory
Will never be overthrown
Time is but part of the story
Before the full truth is known

Do not fret where dark days threaten
God's goodness will never dim
Keep faith's eyes fixed upon Heaven
We are conquerors through Him

Janet Martin

Ps.37:1-4
(Read whole precious chapter HERE)

Do not fret because of evildoers,
Nor be envious of the workers of iniquity.
2For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,
And wither as the green herb.

3Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.
4Delight yourself also in the Lord,
And He shall give you the desires of your heart.

***
The power of darkness is great
But the power of light
With one small spark can pierce the dark
And nullify its might 

***

Hatred is bold, and oh, so cold
For all its seeks to prove
With bitter wrath it is no match
For one kind deed of love

The power of love is quite enough
To meet hate's meanest yen
Love never fails; its pow'r prevails
For God IS Love. Amen 

***

Who of mankind has the power
To kindle the bud to flower?
Who of mortal can compose
The workmanship of a rose?

Who can give the bird its call?
Who can thwart the petal's fall?
Who but one true God, has power
To ordain sunshine or shower?

Who but God authored the plan
That will save the soul of man?
Who then deserves worship's laud?
Only One powerful God

***

Whether rich or poor, old or young
Wherever we may 'while'
We share a universal tongue;
The power of a smile

***



Thursday, November 5, 2026

Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted (Days one to five)

I completely forgot till yesterday;
It's November when Writer's Digest 
challenges participants with a new, daily poem-prompt!

Anyone is welcome to participate and 
enjoy its mental stretching exercises
and countless ways a prompt can take! 
Click Here for Guidelines

I think I will call this Chapbook
Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted...


In November I recall
Sanguine summer's garden stroll
Where I gleaned, with grateful toil
Supper-fare, fresh from the soil

In November I am glad
For the garden that I had
For nothing tastes quite as grand
As a meal fresh from God's Hand

Janet Martin

replace the blanks with a new word or phrase,
make the new phrase the title of your poem,
and then, write your poem.

Give More Thanks

A strange thing happens when we start
To count our blessings more
For gratitude transforms the heart
Where grumbling was before
And where once we noted life's 'less'
We notice more and more 
Reasons for humble thankfulness
Through kind favours galore
And wonder why in all the world
We didn't see before
A smorgasbord of joys unfurled
In blessings beyond score 

Janet Martin

Write a celebration poem, and/or...
Write a disappointment poem.

This life is bound to bring
Love-let-down's stinging kiss
But, never without cause to sing
And celebrate What Is
Like opportunity
Not touched or tasted yet
Where it is up to you and me
To forgive and forget
Then love our fellowman
With intent true and kind
By doing the best that we can
To leave What Was behind
Behold, Now's new What Is
Before it is too late
Let's relinquish Love Gone Amiss
And simply/sweetly/gladly celebrate

Janet Martin


Loss, love's bittersweet reminder;
Life is short, so let's be kinder!

Janet Martin


Family Tree

With every leaf that falls
It leaves a tender hole
That hugs and tugs; a voice that calls
To hubs of heart and soul
While new buds burst to leaf
And always so will be
Where leaves flutter with joy and grief
Upon A Family Tree  

Janet Martin