Showing posts with label Random poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, February 5, 2015

One

See you soon:) Click on image for a bigger blue sky...


One of her would like to read
And one would like to ski
And one would like to bake fresh bread
To serve with friends for tea
One would like to clean the house
And polish every glass
And one would like to sit and dream
Of bare-feet trampled grass
One of her would like to stitch
A pretty quilt or two
And one would like to lie beneath
That blue-sky avenue
One would like to pen a poem
Or snooze out in the sun
But if she does not decide soon
One will get nothing done

© Janet Martin

So after turning the house upside down looking for her purse, one had to change her plans realizing she left it in her friend's car yesterday. Maybe one could do a whole lot on her wish-list if she is wise with her time;-)


Thursday, April 3, 2014

Rebelling a Little...in mind only





The poetry of rain-song twists the air into a sigh
Where rush of eighteen-wheelers and mute moments hurry by
We cannot halt the rubric of Time’s customary mien
Of twilight over afternoon or tick-tock tambourine

Over archaic skylines dawn to midnight disappears
Face it my darling, we can never be immune to years
Subtle-soft, the hand of time strums laugh-lines where the curve
Of youth and ignorance rendered its innocence and verve

…and we could sprawl like children with our feet upon a cloud
But accruement of knowledge, love, has made us stiff and proud
And so, sedately we impose upon rain-riddled deep
A paragraph of proper prose before we go to sleep

But if we were carefree, my love, then you and I would go
And wander out among the stars like urchins through the snow
…firm attribute of middle-age exploits its faculty
We pause for one more second glance into night’s poetry

© Janet Martin

Something about the rush of an eighteen-wheeler rumbling by in the dark rain sparked...something...while I was drinking my middle-aged tea and headed for a middle-aged bedtime to read a middle-aged book;)

Thursday, June 13, 2013

There's Something 'bout the Music of the Rain





Maybe it’s in the way they softly slip
Like teardrops spawned by tender memory
Or perhaps it’s in the trembling as they drip
In half-beats from the weeping willow-tree

The winding brook laughs as it drinks the lay
Splashing through meadowland in turquoise-blue
The puddles on the lane all dappled gray
With eighth notes somehow makes me think of you

Tip-tapping notes against the window pane
Form rivers where a thousand memories roll
There’s something ‘bout the music of the rain
That probes a longing sealed deep in my soul

Unwritten melodies in unknown tongue
Murmur the perfect blend of peace and pain
A ballad softly rushing silver-strung
Makes me wish I could see you once again

© Janet Martin~

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Hold Back the Morning...



 

…because this silence hangs weighted upon the night air
With echoes of laughter and doubt and despair
This is the silence of hope’s troubadour
Dull like the cadence of far ocean’s roar
Where rebellion and surrender coalesce
Drenching the midnight with longing’s caress

This is the silence of chimeral grief
Duel twixt fantasy and belief
Where is the bulwark to cradle the sigh?
Threading the ramparts twixt ocean and sky
With only this silence to witness the throe
Of having and holding and then letting go

Hold back the morning; oh, I cannot bear
To suffer this silence in azure-blue air
For I cannot pawn this allotment of bliss
Hold back the dawn with its sweet sanguine kiss
This is the silence of lovers and fools
Drowning in thought’s inexhaustible pools

Janet~

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Wednesday Poemlets





It’s so easy to get tangled
By its sheer, translucent ilk
As it weaves its snare about us
With intention smooth as silk
But the truth cannot be hidden
Like a book on darkened shelves
And we ought not to be smitten
And thus trapped, by ourselves

© Janet Martin


Man’s law is clearly written
To keep order in the land
But Love’s law breaks man’s reason
In its ‘second-mile’ command

The law of love is perfect
Though often not understood
But, if we recognize its Giver
Then we know that it is good

© Janet Martin


The day sweep over the darkness
The dark sweeps over the day
God’s grace sweeps over our guilt and shame
And washes it all away

© Janet Martin

Mystery rises with the sun
We know not what a-waits
Before another day is done
And slips through heaven’s gates

Before another day is done
We ought to not let slip
This chance to dance, ere it is gone
Sealed in past’s frozen grip

The little we can ever know
Will never be enough
We ought to trust God and let go
Of everything, but love

© Janet Martin



Hope for the hour
And strength for its task
Love for my neighbor
This is all I ask

© Janet Martin


Temptation taunts
In sleek disguise
It flaunts
In sugar-coated lies
We need to be
Discerning; wise
Its subtlety
To recognize

© Janet Martin


The hour is a flower
Softly unfolding
God, help me to see
The bloom I am holding

© Janet Martin






Monday, October 1, 2012

Monday Musings~





A mirror reflects the image
A sea reflects the sky
But thought’s finished span
Reflects the man
Not visible to naked eye

*** 

Man looks on the outward
But God sees the heart
There is no masquerade
For this innermost part

***

Love; simple yet so complex
And hard to understand
How both The Giving and The Taking
Are gifts from His hand

***

 Vanity and pride are as easy to hide
As a giant zit on the end of a nose
As a man thinks, so is he
As his thought falls, so his footstep goes

***

Judgment gushes from mouths of piety
Compassion bleeds from lips of Love
Pious judgment offers no redemption
But redemption pours from Love’s Source above

***  

I held you as a baby then you grew
I watched you as a child then you flew
I cannot restrain the Hand of Time
But pray you through; for now you climb

© Janet  Martin




Thursday, April 5, 2012

Sullied Intention

I would stay up all night to love
You. I am eager for your charms
I have no objection as you delight
Me. Weaver of a thousand poems…

Your phantom lips breathe thought
I have never heard
as my expired dream is stirred
and resurrected by a jot
of crazy longing in my thought
for you have never sought my heart
without intent to tear apart
the wall of my guarded torment
you scale it; the resistance I attempt
insists on begging you to stay
for you are never far away
and yet you dangle in mid-air
somewhere beyond
my hemisphere
perhaps, perhaps I ought to sleep
I cannot write; you’ve cut too deep

J~


Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Telling the Truth


These tears are not for you
They have nothing to do with your leaving
And I am not that blue
There’s no reason to be grieving
For the want of you
Believe me, it is true
No, these tears are not for you

These tears are all for me
They really are quite pointless now
Wouldn’t you agree?
But I can’t seem to stop somehow
I’m not lonely, can’t you tell
My life is actually quite swell
Dang, I never could tell untruths very well

J~

Friday, April 1, 2011

My Beautiful


While the evening slips to midnight
And the midnight back to day
While day returns to evening
So a life-time slips away
But all I want to say
Oh, all I want to say
Is….today, oh what a beautiful day

While the moments became minutes
Minutes turn to afternoon
But I feel your heart-beat in it
Darling, it’s a lovely tune
And all I want to say
Yes, all I want to say
Is…..what a beautiful day you are today

I cannot touch one moment
Or mile of yesterday
Tomorrow is unknown, dear
All we have is now; today
And all I want to say
Darling, all I want to say
Is…thank-you for being my beautiful today

Can we take an hour
To stroll beneath the moon?
Or stop to smell the flower
That will weep its petals soon?
Darling, let me tell you
Just one last time today
Thank-you for being my beautiful today

Janet~

Friday, March 25, 2011

The Quest



Some long for fame and fortune
Their hour in the sun
Forgetting in a moment
It could all be gone
Some long for the arms of
Anyone but who they’ve got
Forgetting that true love
Is not a game of ‘love me not’

Some long for a destination
Far across the sea
Their life an imitation
Of whom they wish to be
And some long for anything
It seems but what they have
Living in a foolish dream
Instead of in their life

But I’ve got what I want
I’m glad to be me
I wouldn’t wish me on anyone else
So its better this way, you see
And I’ve got what I want
Because when God gave me you
Well, I guess He must have known
That no one else would do

Happiness is not a city
Or a place where we arrive
Yet, is it not a pity
Some search for it all of their life
Happiness is the journey
Contentment in God’s great plan
Happiness needs no money
And is free to anyone

Let's not waste our moments in longing
For things beyond our reach
We all have moments of wanting
Or the ache of an unfulfilled wish
But oh what a pity to miss it
The moment we briefly clasp
Because we were foolishly wishing
For something beyond our grasp

Janet~

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Hush............



Hush, now is not the time for chatter
Words would mar this perfect night
As the wind howls at my window
And spring cowers low in fright

Hush, I feel you in my mind, dear
Tender as the day we met
I taste the sweetness and the torment
The wind is like an empty threat

Hush, how warm your arms around me
Ah, but love is soft and kind
Oh, sad foolishness confounds me
I can’t kiss you with my mind…….

Janet~

Monday, March 21, 2011

Heaven's Best

The brook which is blue-green by day
Laughs at night in silver-gray
It wanders through the fern-lined dell
Where once our child-hood shadows fell
And I can hear its echo spill
Peeling from the misty hill
Like the distant thunder rolling
Just before the rain starts falling

The green field under the sun of noon
Lies transformed beneath the moon
A pasture-land of charcoal sheen
With nothing but the wind between
The shore that lines a slate-black lee
Where clouds sail on a starless sea
And time is but a lonesome soul
Straggling through its big black bowl

As night wheels onward through the sky
How sad to think that you and I
Must miss its moody glory spilt
With shut eye tucked beneath a quilt
How sad to know this splendid world
Spreads like a miracle unfurled
While I am duty-bound to rest
And close my eyes to heaven’s best

Janet~

It was SO HARD to go to bed the other night
And tear myself away from the unfolding of
A moonlit masterpiece!!!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Time's Demands......


Hours step forward
Demanding my attention
Quiet bullies
Tearing me from you
Without a touch
It’s just the way it is…….

J~

Mostly....


Mostly I feel you in the blanket of mist
As it hangs in a moody shroud
Over the fields where once we kissed
Beneath a moon-brushed cloud

Mostly I feel you where raindrops weep
As they glide ‘cross the windowpane
Where aching memories will not sleep
And in them I touch you again

Mostly I feel you where shadows lay
Like etchings on the grass
Before the flowers fell away
In frozen streams of glass

Mostly I feel you in the sigh
Of soft twilight’s deepening hush
Where dark still-life pastures lie
Beneath the artist’s muted brush

Mostly I feel you deep-within
Like a trembling melody
Seeping into everything
For somehow you are part of me

Janet~

Monday, March 7, 2011

Strange, Sweet Ache.......


Strange, sweet ache
You’re getting to be
A familiar thing
Each breath you take
Washes over me
Like a gentle rain


As I wake
You’re all I see
In the softening light
Strange, sweet ache
You’re getting to be
My every night

Touch me now
You will see
I cannot refuse you
Blow, wind, blow
Wild and free
I cannot choose you…….

For a strange sweet ache
Is slowly becoming
Familiar to me
Oh, this strange, sweet ache
Is a love song humming
Inside of me

Janet~

Thursday, February 24, 2011

A Letter


Darling, if I should write you a letter
What is it that I would tell?
Would I speak of such wee trifles as weather?
And ask ‘have you been well?’
Or would I commit to this humble parchment
The things I should like to say
Darling, if I would write you a letter
Would you keep it or throw it away

Darling, if I would write you a letter
Would you bother to read it at all?
Or would you reply that you like it better
When I pick up the phone and call
Darling does the smell of ink and paper
Drive you a little crazy too?
And should I decide to write a letter
Would you mind if I wrote it for you?

Janet~

In this electronic age do we still write letters?
A hand-written letter cannot be deleted.
It can last for generations.
I came across such a letter one day when I was putting some things away.
It was a letter to my grandma from her sister. PRICELESS!!!!!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Quiver......


Come my love, the shadows lengthen
Day is sinking low
The sky above is deepening
In whispers on the snow
And we must haste
We cannot waste
The remnant of its measure
The dark land lies
Beneath the skies
A low and muted pleasure

Come my love, there is no moon
The heart’s a lonely hunter
The echo of its mournful tune
Drifts low in meadows yonder
And I must taste
This pleading waste
With you I’ll roam its splendor
The night unfurls
In dark blue swirls
Your lips are warm and tender

Come my love, too soon the light
Of dawn breathes on our shoulder
Fading out the slumbering night
As we are one day older
The wind exhales
The dark night pales
Like ink upon the river
Our eyes touch
It is too much
The barren tree-tops quiver

Janet~

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Into the Blue......


The moon casts her glow like a silver path
On the gleaming snow where twinkling stars laugh
As down from the sky, in wavering strains
Drifts the melody of warmer refrains
A snowflake spirals to the tip of my tongue
I taste it and smile; for a moment I am young
And I reach; reach up to the starry clime
But I cannot touch the passage of time
Or the pieces of you that have slipped away
Into the blue of yesterday

Janet~

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Clandestine Meeting


Fancy meeting you here
I was turning to leave
When someone called to me
And there you were

You show up in the most unexpected places
Easily, you slip
Into the eyes and lips
Of other people's faces

There is nothing bashful in your stance
And you know what my answer will be
Even before you ask me
'Shall we dance'?

Why do you have to be so....nice?
I've never met anyone like you
It's funny, what a memory can do.....
And how willingly we pay its price

Yes, fancy meeting you tonight
I was really just out to get some air
But you seem to show up everywhere
Somehow you always get it right

Janet~

Monday, February 14, 2011

Beyond Her Reach


Somewhere the white waves wash away
The ambling footprints of the day
Somewhere the kindness of a man
Warms the heart of his woman
Somewhere the seed of true surrender
Yields a bloom of peace so tender
Somewhere the purple twilight glows
Softening the restless breeze that blows
Somewhere the child is rocked to sleep
As angels loving vigil keep
Somewhere the wavering melody
Of midnight sets the new day free
Somewhere, somewhere beyond the blue
Rests every precious thought of you

Janet~