Perhaps....

Perhaps as I looked for a diversion
An excuse to ignore the truth
Or searched for the right combination
Of words to stir echoes of youth
Perhaps in the apparent absence
And lack of the perfect word
Truth made an appearance
As its painful voice was stirred
Perhaps as I searched for an answer
Within its somber eyes
I saw the ruthless dancer
No mask and no disguise……..
For Truth is never altered
In time it becomes much clearer
I saw it staring at me
As I looked into the mirror
And I stood face to face
With stark reality
Perhaps I can run from anyone
But I can never run from me

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Janet Martin

Poem From the Sky

Moonlight shining down through the willow
Painting paisley patterns on the lawn
Heaven’s hand designing nature’s pillow
Tranquil prelude to a glorious dawn
Blanket of stars, a dazzling cover
Breezes softly croon a lullaby
Trembling cadence through the clover
Flowing like a poem from the sky

Oh, what a foretaste of perfection
Summer night beneath a silver sea
Feasting on the calm and clear reflection
Where wind and willow, sky and water meet
Wrapped in the tender arms of moonlight
Drinking its essence like fine wine
Deep into my soul pours the midnight
Like love wrought by a wondrous hand divine

Thank-you Jesus for this glimpse of glory
Waiting far above this misty veil
When I see the ending of Your story
Will it be upon a moonlit hill?
I know they say there is no night in Heaven
But here and there I think perhaps there’ll be
A midnight field in a perfected version
With silver moonlight shining through a willow-tree

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a summer night......
in the moonlight.....
the epitome.......
of tranquility!!!!

I know, it's a night poem again
but these past few nights have been
GORGEOUS!!!!! SO INSPIRING!!!!

WHAT AN AWESOME CREATOR!!!!

Wait a Minute...

Wait a minute, what’s your hurry
Tomorrows still a night away
In the morning all the glory
Of the moonlight turns to gray
Dance with me for just two hours
‘Neath a sea of silver-blue
In a land of slumbering flowers
On a moon-lit avenue

Wait a minute, do you hear it
The slow murmur in the air
Like a warm, enchanted spirit
Hovering softly everywhere
Mingling with the half-breathed sighing
Of two hearts beating as one
In the midnight slowly dying
Or the hours before dawn

Wait a minute, before daylight
Steals away this rapturous bliss
I prefer the moody midnight
To the sunshine’s noonday kiss
Wait a minute, wait an hour
Wait a lifetime here with me
While we dance among the flowers
‘Neath a rippling moon-lit sea

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He Married His Sweetheart....

He married his sweet-heart today
Promised to love her forever and aye
For better or worse until death doth part
Joined from above with a mystical cord
Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring
But from this day forward they are one ‘with this ring’

Together through good times and bad
Someday to recall what a sweet life they had
To cherish, to love and honor always
And only God knows the number of days
Or how long their vow of forever will be
Before one must cross the last dark sea

He married his sweetheart today
Father in heaven I pray
Keep Your hand on them wherever they go
For mountains are high and the valleys are low
Father, be with them always
He married his sweetheart today

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Janet Martin

On a Night Like Tonight.......

Sometimes
On a night
Like tonight
I listen to ‘our song’
And as the
Sonnet soothes
Delights
I’m right where I belong
It stirs
With passion
In my heart
Yet calms my weary mind
Nothing
Like our song
Imparts
The gentle peace I find
For in its
Low and
Somber tones
I feel a sweet, sweet bliss
Only you
And I
Alone
Know where the magic is
And in the muted
Silence
I have found
A true companion
I sense the
Honest empathy
In moon-light undemanding
Our song
Unaltered from
Its first whispered debut
Our song
Forever sung
By only me and you



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Janet Martin

May

Happy the hour
And gladsome the day
When youth was a flower
In the noontide of May
Green were the meadows
And azure the sky
Dreaming in shadows
Of willow and pine

Sweet was the morning
Forever the day
Heedless of warning
That youth slips away
Fairer its blush
Than the grapes on the vine
Purer the flush
Than the yellow sunshine

Happy the hour
But happier they
Who still have the power
When youth slips away
To live in September
Or November gray
With the joy they remember
In the noontide of May

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Constantine

Where have you been, my Constantine?
Its 1a.m. the night is lean
And I have worn my heart to shreds
I could not sleep in any beds
For you are only seventeen
Where have you been, my Constantine?

Oh mother dear, you need not fear
Have you forgotten thus the year?
When you were but a maiden fair
In love with life and the night air
Do you remember seventeen?
As you ask, where have you been?

The mother smiled at her dear child
Darling tis but a short wee while
Since I was a young girl like you
Inclined to do the things you do
And that is why, dear Constantine
I fret and sigh, where have you been?

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Blue-bells

The memory of that fair day
Unfolds like a blue bud
As I see in fond reverie
The hill whereon we stood
And in this quiet solitude
I pause within a trance
For I can hear the gentle tune
Of blue-bells as we danced

The wild rose weeps her petals fair
For many a spring has slept
And many a soul has wandered where
This tender bud is kept
But in the quiet half-moon sky
It soundlessly unfolds
As I remember you and I
In a hundred dreams untold

The night is heavy with the scent
Of blue-bells in the spring
But I am happy and content
When I can hear them ring
For in the softness of the air
Beneath a half-moon sky
I still see us dancing where
The blue-bells never die




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Janet Martin

It is a perfect half-moon sky tonight:)