Loving You

Loving you has been one of life’s sweetest pleasures
I have been given the rarest of treasures
Something so valuable, precious and grand
Something I carry in my heart, not my hand
And darling, sometimes I forget, yes it’s true
To tell you how nice it is….. loving you

You love me enough to be honest with me
I don’t care for ‘stuff’… like flattery
Some folk will tell you that truth may hurt
But flattery to me is like a mouth full of dirt
So I can reply in honesty too
It’s been such a blessing…. loving you

I know dear, we’ve had our share of trouble
But anything worth having is worth the struggle
As we stand at the top of the hill and look back
It’s easy to forget little things we lack
And I am so thankful for love kind and true
It’s been such a pleasure….. loving you

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Janet Martin

The Best Sound of All

Sh-h-h-h, don’t say a word
Everything that needs saying has already been heard
The wind is sighing in the willow tree
The fields are a misty silver sea
Let’s not mar this scene with mere syllable
Isn’t this silence wonderful?

Sh-h-h-h, I think I just heard the sound
Of night as she spreads her navy shawl down
And suddenly the green tree is a deep charcoal-gray
Come a little closer, you are too far away
Together I’m sure we can hear the night fall
Isn’t this silence the best sound of all?

Sh-h-h-h, oh, what’s that you say?
Can you hold my hand, well of course you may
There’s nothing in the world that is nicer to do
Than sit here and listen to the silence with you
Don’t you agree as the soft shadows fall
This silence is the very best sound of all?

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Janet Martin

Words, Only Words......

Words, words, only words he said
But at his words I shook my head
They are never really only words
These syllables evoke both healing and hurt
For word is the scalpel which slices the soul
And words are the ointment that makes us whole
Words are fire and words are ice
Words inspire and make us think twice
Words draw us in or shut us out
Words reassure and allay our doubt
No matter the embrace, no matter the kiss
Without ever a word there is something a-miss
Music is lovely it stirs the heart
But the words to the music are the powerful part
Words build and restore what other words crush
Words are the paint on a poet’s brush
Words, only words, perhaps that is true
But tell me, what is it that drew me to you?


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Janet Martin

My True Intent.......

God, only You know my true intent
The reason for all the hours spent
Compiling letter and syllable
Exploring how we think and feel
Only You truly understand
What really moves the pen in my hand
What draws my eye, what stirs my soul
What makes me cry, what makes me whole
Only You see beyond each line
You are the only One who can define
Each smile, each tear, each longing sigh
There’s no mystery twixt You and I
Yet it is this truth that makes me content
God, only You know my true intent

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Janet Martin

Home....

When you come home I’ll have the coffee waiting
Right beside your favorite chair
I’ll watch you as you read the paper
And you will run your fingers through my hair
Oh won’t it be nice to be together
Darling, sometimes it seems too long
But I can feel a change in the weather
And I can hear the echo of our song
Drifting to me ‘cross the turquoise ocean
Trickling to me from a starry dome
Miles can never bar the raw emotion
Just a few more days and you’ll be home
Then we'll sit on our favorite porch together
Discuss the little nothings of the day
Darling, I feel a change in the weather
Home is just a little dream away


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Janet Martin

There's Something About Your Picture.....

Tonight as I look at your picture
I am both happy and sad
For I feel an aching echo
As I think of the good times we had
And I smile in spite of my sorrow
I cannot laugh now or cry
What do I call these two mingled?
The grief and the joy in my eye…..
And who knew a little old picture
Could evoke such a powerful pain
The pleasure of re-living a memory
And wishing I could see you again
Oh, there’s something about your picture
It always does that to me
But to return to the day it was taken
Is an impossibility


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Janet Martin

I Love You....

I love you…..
Not because your eyes are blue
Or green or brown or gray
I love you…..
Not because you make me feel
Like a better person today
I love you…..
Not because you’ve taught me more
In lessons without word
I love you…
Like a wind-tossed wave
My heart is stirred
And I love you
Insanely, devotedly
Yes, it’s true
I love you, darling I love you
Simply for being you

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Janet Martin

Detraction.....

I could speak to you of the sullen slate sky
Hovering over golden tresses of wheat
Rumbling threats with flashing eye
Lurid, swirling sultry heat….
And I could try to describe the sun going down
A melting pot on the horizon
It were as if heavens most glorious crown
And all of earth’s rainbows were tossed in
And on the western sky-line spreads the
Glowing after-math
Of light and love and laughter
Flowing from a misty summer path….
And if I could I’d tell you
Of our dances in the rain
Freedoms pure sensation; blue
And laughing like we were insane
While inside the neighbors window
There is cast a querying eye
Life’s too short for sanity
When it comes to you and I
And I would describe the faces of
All the blooms that drink the heavens in
As I caress them with my words of love
They are more than petals and limbs
They are somber, drowsy, smiling maidens
Comrades; they laugh as we dance
And there’s something intoxicating
In each approving glance
Oh, there’s much beauty I could tell you of
Perhaps some you have never heard
But why detract from beauty and love
With something as fickle as words

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Janet Martin

Inspired by the sky tonight.....
..... and Anna Kerinina