Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: April 2015

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Sunset After Showers

We wander where the fresh-washed world

Is softly being laid to rest

Beneath a velvet sky unfurled

In purple-pearl and coral vest

It is not hard to be content

As rush relents to solitude

Beneath the dimming firmament

Where common creature is subdued

The Hand that holds us unfolds gold

Then pours it on the skyline where

All that we can do is Behold

And marvel at dusk’s painted air

Here on the shore twixt light and dark

Of what was, touching what must be

Time seems a sort of bobbing bark

And we, small sailors on its sea

Cheery, Deary Daffodil

They are beginning to bloom at last.

I've been keeping my eye on a fence-line where someone planted these beaming beauties for no other reason but for others to enjoy! And we do.

Thank-you, thoughtful gardener:)

Cheery, deary daffodil

Splashing laughter to the rill

Let your gleaming cauldron spill

Where we waited long

Through the bold and bitter cold

Through snow-white on buried gold

Through the blue of getting old

For your beaming throng

Sunny, honey-happy bloom

Spring is such a lovely room

As you lavish winter’s tomb

With your filigree

Yellow fellow rollicking

Where zephyr is frolicking

And the pauper is a king

Here among your spree

Pretty, flirty flower-bell

Bobbing in the wooded dell

Grinning, giddy like a girl

With a brand-new dress

Jolly, jaunty petal-frill

How we love you, daffodil

As you wander up the hill

Spilling happiness

Have you seen Monica's gorgeous photos of thousands of daffodils?

Hark, What Streams in Sacred Splendor?

Hark, what streams in sacred splendor

From yon cauldrons blue-gold-gray?

Hark, what do those harp-strings render?

Heaven’s love-song called Today

High above, in star-strung rafter

Dawn spreads out Time’s transient tent

Where Today is like the laughter

Of a flower swiftly spent

Then, walk slowly; holy purpose

Fills, then spills from Heaven’s tray

Where God’s Mercy, pure and precious

Grants to us one more Today

They shall eagerly utter the memory of Your abundant goodness And will shout joyfully of Your righteousness. The LORD is gracious and merciful; Slow to anger and great in loving-kindness. The LORD is good to all, And His mercies are over all His works.…Ps.145:7-9

He made known His ways to Moses, His acts to the sons of Israel. The LORD is compassionate and gracious, Slow to anger and abounding in loving-kindness. He will not always strive with us, Nor will He keep His anger forever.…Ps.103:7-9

The LORD is slow to anger and abundant in loving-kindness, forgiving iniquity and transgression; but He will by no means clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and the fourth generations.' "Pardon, I pray, the iniquity of this people according to the greatness of Your loving-kindness, just as You also have forgiven this people, from Egypt even until now."

Num.14:18-19

You, Lord, are forgiving and good, abounding in love to all who call to you. Ps.86:5

But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. Ps.86:15

Bury the Fruitless Sigh

Now may the God who gives perseverance and encouragement grant you to be of the same mind with one another according to Christ Jesus, - See more at: http://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/God,-Patience-Of#sthash.U21jee7o.dpuf

Psalm 86:15 (KJV) But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, long suffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.

PAD Challenge day 30: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Bury the (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Bury the woulda-coulda-shoulda
Because its fruitless sigh
Strips moments of the bit o' love
In hope-streams hasting by

Carry in Want's weeping whisper
Not tears of regret
But gladness because morning offers
What is undone yet

Janet~

I was bemoaning a shoulda-coulda the other day when a Voice reminded me 'today is a good day to start doing what I wish I would have done! '

The LORD is gracious and merciful; Slow to anger and great in lovingkindness. - See more at: http://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/God,-Patience-Of#sthash.U21jee7o.dpuf

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Of Seeds Softly Falling

PAD Challenge day 29: For today’s prompt, write a what nobody knows poem.

These seeds we sow

We’ll never know

How far or full the reaping

So, pray that we

Sow carefully

Where yon harvest is sleeping

Though it appears

It may be years

Before its full-fledged calling

Tomorrow yields

Where today’s fields

Hold now-seeds softly falling

'Very much of our future life will depend upon our earliest days', said preacher Charles Spurgeon on January 15, 1893, then quoted Mr. Ruskins, not quite verbatim, ' people often say we excuse the thoughtlessness of youth, but he says no, it never ought to be excused. I'd far rather hear of thoughtless old age when a man has done his work, but what excuse can be found for a thoughtless youth? The time for thought is at the beginning of life and there is no period which so much demands or so much necessitates thoughtfulness as our early days...I would that all young men would think so.They say that they must sow their wild oats. No! No, my dear young friend. think before you sow such seed as that what the reaping will be. See if there is not better corn to be found than wild oats and sow that, then think how you will sow it and when you will sow it for if you do not think about the sowing, what will the harvest be? '

That Picture-show We'll Never See...

PAD Challenge day 29: For today’s prompt, write a what nobody knows poem.

(the family, taken at our Easter Dinner)

When the mournful numbers gather

To witness our last repose

When they lay upon Forever

One fair and fond farewell rose

What they say, what they’ll remember

After we depart, death-cold

We will never know, but now we

Shape the memories they’ll hold

Now the warmth of love and laughter

Waits, full-willing in each pulse

Now, before the ever-after

Seals what they’ll recall of us

Now, for who knows what tomorrow

Veils upon its shrouded seas?

Now, an invisible vessel

Designed to hold memories

…then, when loved ones sadly gather

To remember kinder days

We will never see the pictures

Etched upon their tender gaze

Thus, before that solemn bower

Claims what we will never know

We should strive to fill each hour

With a lovely picture-show

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