Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts

Monday, November 2, 2020

What Pity is a Bitty Ditty Then or (A Peek Inside Poetic Passion)


Often I'm a little super awkward and tongue-tied
when someone compliments and expresses appreciation for
the poetry here. 
Often  the embarrassed thank-you or the stutter
does not reflect the appreciation for the kind words of encouragement.
But I want to say a sincere thank-you/welcome! to visitors from
all over the globe who stop by this little poem-porch
whether for the photos,
 the blurb before the poem,
( some not-so-much-poetry-lovers have admitted
is why they enjoy dropping by) 
or the poem
Also, I want to attempt to give you a bit of a glimpse into the reason
I pursue passionately the potential of ink!
This blog is the offspring of prayer.
I pray about the poem,
the scripture, the picture.
I pray for and to God
be the glory!
And I pray for you!
That you are encouraged, blessed and challenged!
So to all who have suffered my fumbled responses,
there is an ocean of emotion behind
 each very heart-full
thank-you!!

This is the view from my porch this morning;
Quite a white awakening!



Far deeper than the pleasure of the poem 
The poet appraises the flight of ink 
The essence of a butterfly, a storm 
More than a tug on ties of Feel and Think 

Far broader than the page a poem ought 
To span. For man is merchant of the mind 
And heart. The war twixt emotion and thought 
Is like summer and winter intertwined 

Far weightier than pen, the parchment’s toll 
From belfries, paper thin and commonplace 
To influence the sacred crux of Soul 
With more than a half-smile upon the face 

Far mightier than sword is the effect 
Of written word. Far deeper than the thrill 
When inklings and emotions rush unchecked 
By the invasion of the poet’s quill 

What pity is a bitty ditty then 
If ink is but an entertaining nod 
If wonder is the plunder of a pen 
Rather than an awakening to God 

© Janet Martin 


1 Cor.10:31
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, 
do it all for the glory of God.


Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Of Lions and Snakes

...playing catch-up! 
I got so caught up in Monday's 'favorite things' prompt I neglected Tuesday!
For yesterday’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
  1. Write a love poem.
  2. Write an anti-love poem.

Love Poem

The body is a lion-cage
Where rage and passion scars
Its bars; who knew a flesh-blood stage
Could hold such holy roars 

Or how across the room from me
You rouse, without a touch
The part of me no one can see
But you love, very much

..and where the cage, to other eyes
Seems quite common, I guess
Beneath the cloth of Bearing lies
Love's pacing lioness

Janet~


anti-love poem

there is no hope in hate
revenge cannot appeal
....the fangs of cruel word can cut
what a lifetime won't heal

the mouth can be fiend
when fueled by pure spite
where dust of skin cannot repel
The venom of hate's bite

be careful what you say
lest in the end you grieve
what forgiveness won't soothe away
the scars; those never leave 

the god of self, it seems
is never satisfied
as it replaces love with lust
humility with pride

...it fills this skin-bone shell
with bitterest of fruit
if, where the hurt of harsh word fell
we let revenge take root 

Janet~






Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Of Shutters Barred and Storm Spent

...because what is Valentine's Day without a little 'phew'!💗
Pale whispers sweep the sun to hidden shores,
Staid expectation murmurs on its lips,
but we have drawn the shutters, locked the doors,
Time will not dictate our fingertips,
for I must make a study of your eyes,
tracing the future of unfettered bliss
While yearning resonates in muted sighs,
I hunger for the flavor of your kiss.
Too long the regimental tick of clocks
has orchestrated the release of locks

Longing shatters the dam of rigidness;
The beauty of familiarity
enriches passion’s unrestrained caress,
Outside the day assumes normality
…here oceans swell in unrequited fire
of flesh and blood; white horses of the sea
spawn unbridled indulgence and desire
We crown the pinnacle of ecstasy
while merchants, bound by meagerness of dust
redeem their petty dollars for its lust

Pale whispers escalate, intensify,
A quickened urgency ignites the calm
in raging rivers crashing from the sky
as heaven spills its timbre on earth’s palm.
Outside the servant treads toil’s beaten path
and dreams of recompense with glist’ning brow,
while here, we revel in the aftermath
of foaming tides receding from earth’s prow
The sky resumes a sleek, unwav’ring blue
We kiss away its salty residue

© Janet Martin
 

Who can croon a love song quite like Kenny Rogers?!

Happy Valentine's Day 😍

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Unspoken Understanding

Today,  I ask you to write a love poem. Not for your spouse or significant other. Not to your children or parents. Not to a lost love. I want you to write a love poem to your favorite character in literature. Or Television show or Movie. A variation of this… write the love poem to yourself as that character you admire! Even though the “love” will be unrequited, spill the passion. Write the love poem! (Don’t worry, no relationship will be harmed in the execution of this exercise!)







Yes, we understand each other
Kindred spirits, kept apart
By too many generations
Long lost lovers, heart to heart

They don’t make them like they used to
Your blue eyes can undo years
Until nothing seems between us
Then we dance; time disappears

When you waited in that meadow
Grief and passion inter-wound
I knew I’d love you forever
Farewell forced by moral ground

I won’t tell, and you can’t, darling
Come close, let me hold your hand
Soft, the seasons fall between us
Yet I know you understand

© Janet Martin




Thursday, November 19, 2015

Consummate Charmer

PAD Challenge day 19: For today’s prompt, write a thing poem. 

You are not much to look at
And yet, you stir in me 
Passion, allure, 
You hold a world
Of Possibility
Of flowered slope
Of hunger
Hope,
Of dreamer's paradise
How is it, you, 
Common and plain
Flirts with I-want-you-eyes 
And I, completely willing
Cannot 
Fight your straight-laced charm
But 
Like a lonely woman
I grasp your pro-offered arm
...and then we dance
A strange romance
For you follow my lead
Where I, 
A poet,
You, 
A pen
In consummate  
Rhyme,
Bleed

~Janet Martin





Careful Then



'Wow, what a lot of passion preserved in print on pages' I marveled as I cleaned my poetry-cupboard yesterday. 'and this but a teeniest drop in an ocean of books'.

Print-preserved,
Down through the ages
Is thought’s passion
Pressed to pages

Careful then
What fingers bleed
Where years and years
From now They read

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Ah, Love






 Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild invites us to continue to explore the sounds of love...I found this prompt extremely challenging...so many sounds speak love.

So, in continuing our month featuring the “Sound of Love”, I ask you to use the devices of ONOMATOPOEIA and/or ALLITERATION within your poems to verbalize the “sounds” associated with the emotion of Love.

Surge of something sacred and sweet
Stuns her; spills summer-slow, sigh-soft
Whispers wake wellsprings where want wafts
Wild within to a boom-boom beat

Soul-song sweeps soundless; blue eyes brood
Mouthing murmurs; kiss-kindled storm
Rolls ruthless, rousing raw words, warm  
Reverberation; m-m-m, m-m-m-m, good

Touch tempts a tempest-tethered trove
Wonder thunders, thought finds fingers
Sh-h, sh-h, shudders, laughter lingers
Something satisfies her; ah, love

© Janet Martin


Monday, February 2, 2015

The Poem in Her




Plush, the whisper of your wanting
Blush, the murmur of her sighs
Hush, though breath-soft bells are flaunting
Night-farewells on hello-skies

Slow the waves of want and worry,
Blow that beacon from the east
Oh my darling, do not hurry
Morning is a hungry beast

Break the bars of law and order
Wake the world within her touch
Make the most of love before her
Sense of Time becomes too much
   
Set the curtained dark a-quiver
Forget everything but Her
Let the morning rush, a river
Running wild where hours blur

Spill within her quill an ocean
Will to word, wanton whisper
Fill her fingers with emotion
Unleash the poem in Her

© Janet Martin

another Sounds of Love Submission

It's February. Time for love and the off-spring thereof;-))