Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Friday, February 1, 2019

Consider Yourself Warmed, oops, I mean Warned!




The word 'beware' can be replaced with 'be aware' if you prefer!


Beware of the flowers
Noon showers, blue breeze
Of bracken-fringed bowers
Of silver-capped seas
Of wild apple orchards
And autumn-tinged woods
Of moon-dappled gardens
Where willow-wind broods

Beware of green meadows
Of gold-tousled hills
Of twilight’s tall shadows
And midnight’s starred rills
Of ice-cream and daydream
Yes, beware of this
Especially the sunbeam
That feels like a kiss

Beware of the chair
That was not made for two
Beware of the air
Imbibed with dusky dew
Beware of the river
Behind the old church
Beware of the shiver
Of poplar and birch

Beware of the fingers
Strumming strings of grass
The moment that lingers
When it ought to pass
Beware of desire
Beware of the spark
That kindles a fire
Before it is dark

Beware of brook-banter
Of thoroughbred thrills
Of sky-high decanter
That drains as it fills
Pay heed to these warning;
Beware of tick-tocks
They steal mist-mauve mornings
And sunset-bathed docks

Beware of mud-puddles
And most common things
That stirs and befuddles
A world full of kings
Beware of the years, dear
You’ll learn soon enough
That nothing is as it appears
Dearest dears
If you are in love

© Janet Martin


Saturday, January 19, 2019

Sweet Saturday


 Saturday is the only Linger-longer morning of the week  (if I so choose)
for Muse is always torn between the tug of out-doors and household chores
 Goot guplanned is holva Kshafft is lightly translated to A good plan is half work done 😉

Dear Saturday,
You roll your gritty carpet to the throne of thrift and thought
And I must choose whether to muse or grab a broom and mop
You toss a lure of second coffees past lists of to-do
And I must choose whether to linger longer or 'hop-to'
You tease the ease of moments with whispers half-blessed, half-cursed
For I must choose whether to work or write a poem first

© Janet Martin


Thursday, January 3, 2019

On Keepin' Our Chins Up and Keepin' the Faith


All those proverbs and clichés we spout are proof of what life has always been about;
living and learning through life’s troubles and our mistakes.
Keeping our chins up, when the going gets tough, the tough get going,
because it’s always darkest before the dawn
so we just keep on keeping on
because tomorrow’s another day
and every cloud has a silver lining
and if a stitch in time didn’t save nine
we put more water in the soup ‘cause there’s better days a-comin’!

 What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.

Eccles.1:9

 


Seems we’re never at the end of earnin’ some new learnin’
But the greatest of these, love, just keeps us all returnin’
Pedal to the middle, oh, and old nose to the grindstone
Countin’ blessin’s darlin’, workin’ fingers to the bone

Seems life never tires of the curve ball and the cutter
Work a whole harder for a bit of bread an’ butter
Pray a whole lot longer for a seed of faith to cling to
Come what may the Lord will never leave you nor forsake you

What won’t break us makes us stronger, but don’t try to borrow
That which breaks the donkey’s back (don't worry ‘bout tomorrow)
Strive toward the one reward, jubilant and fervent
Face to face with Christ the Lord, “well done, faithful servant”

© Janet Martin

 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. 
Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matt. 6:34


Monday, November 12, 2018

A Half-Apology

Yesterday's prompt on PAD challenge was; write a forgiveness poem.
Here is a long over-due one to my family and friends!

(a poet's song to an almost-poem)😂

 

I'll ask for your forgiveness in advance
Because I know I will not change my ways
So if you would be good, could you perchance
Forgive my foible-garbled Poem-craze? 

I cannot change just for the sake of peace 
I'd rather look for new ways to impress
The whisper of a picture to the crease
That fills the face with poem-happiness

So, I'll ask your forgiveness in advance
And shake the poem-tree for all I'm worth
Who knows what waits in ink rhythm-and-dance
To fill your somber stance with poem-mirth

This is only a half-apology
Please excuse the audacity of it
For I am asking you to forgive me
For Something I do not intend to quit

Janet Martin~

Saturday, October 20, 2018

I Could Lick Her Floors!


Last Saturday night we celebrated my brother-in-law's 50th birthday by going out for dinner.
For dessert we were invited to his brother's house for cake and ice-cream.
Whenever we go there I can't help but marvel at how CLEAN their home is...
I could lick her floors and not feel one bit traumatized😋
It motivates me to take the time to try and get at least a little sparkle-ping into my own home.
(I should visit her house once a month just for inspiration!)
She lives a full, busy, helpful life and I admire her, however she does it!
So after a little elbow grease etc. tonight my house feels like it could muster a little ping-shine too!
I will however, NOT be licking the floors😁

No matter what it is...

We can think it
Plan it
Say it
Walk a shut-eye stroll right through it
But we cannot
change this
plain fact...
Nothing takes the place of Do It!

© Janet Martin