My Sweet Addiction

You wake me up each morning
Much to my delight
You know exactly what I need
And how to do it right
I’m still a little sleepy
Until I feel your touch
Your warmth flows into, through me
I love you, oh, so much
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I keep you in a can
And reach for you each morning
To kiss your face of tan
Your deep and robust passion
Arouses to the core
I know now I cannot
Live without you anymore
You'll never need to worry
No one can take your place
I sip you and inhale you
With a smile upon my face
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I love your coat of blue
And in the early morning
No one else will do
Maxwell, you’re a keeper
Perfection in a can
I wonder what would happen
IF YOU WERE A MAN

Janet Martin

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-6

My Random Observations of the Day

Lips accustomed to spewing sarcasm and criticism

Do not turn butter-soft when kissed

Life splashes us with sudden unexpected beauties

Rosy autumn apples reflecting in the cheeks of a child

Heaven opened its window and released to the earth

Ten-thousand golden angels shaped like leaves

When you came home today with arms over-flowing with awards

I did not love you any less, or any more

Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder

As I behold you walking toward me beauty has outdone himself today

Cyber-space is crowded with the lonely looking for love

And she wonders why he will not come to bed

Do not darken my doorway if you are seeking perfection

But if you are simply looking for a cup of coffee or home, come on in

J~

The other morning we all stood amazed, not at one, but two crosses in the sunrise.

20/20 Vision

You can tell me quite easily

What I should have done

As you extol life's clarity

With visage of the sun

I know you mean it kindly

As a true and caring friend

But you have the great luxury

Of starting at the end

We never start with the intent

Of making a mistake

Or choose the road to tragedy

In choices that we make

It’s easy now to be so wise

And lend flawless advice

If I saw then what you see now

It sure would have been nice

Janet Martin

A story unfolded in our neighborhood a week ago…

When a kind lady involved in ‘helping’ what turned out to the perpetrators

was asked why she did it she replied, ‘you know the end now. When this began

I was in the beginning and simply thought I was helping someone. Truth be told, if the same thing happened again I would likely do the same thing…again.

I thought it was a great answer. How often we are apt to ‘judge’ after we see the whole story. The person involved is at the beginning…

Defeated

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No one saw it.

Death

Flickering in his eyes

Or the way his cheek twitched

Or how his breath caught

At the mention of a certain word

No one saw when his last thread of hope vanished

His crooked grin replaced by an empty stare

As he gathered strength from a bottle

As he carved his initials on the wall

No one heard the thump of his head

As goodbye trickled in a bloody gurgle

Onto the sidewalk and into the gutter

Janet~

Written in loving memory of Darryl

Treasure

http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-4

Beneath my disappointment

Discouragement, regret

Beneath a selfish mountain

Of thoughtless words I’ve said

Beneath a shrine of failure

Excuses weak; slipshod

I found a thing of splendor

I found the grace of God

Janet~

The Betrothal

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-think-tank-73-waning-days-of.html



A molten lake beneath the soil
Midst mangled roots of stealth
The maple trees have laid their spoil
In vaults of nature’s wealth
Perhaps a last wild rose will dare
To grace its morbid tomb
And cheer some passer-by’s despair
To see this brave bud bloom

Beyond the visage of the hour
By naked eye unseen
The russet teardrop holds the flower
Of springtime’s rarest green
And as it lays its head to sleep
Among earths tangled ruins
A thousand, thousand whispers leap
To nurture summer’s tunes

Beauty may paint its brief disguise
Upon time’s naked skin
Yet, essence of true beauty lies
In tender folds within
While bully winds and storms may toss
Stark limb with stances bold
The tree stands strong and sure because
Of roots in burnished gold

The waning days of Autumn weep
Each frosted leaf a tear
But in earth’s bosom dark and deep
Begins another year
Ah, this is victory, bittersweet
Life waits in earthen tombs
A virgin slumb’ring ‘neath our feet
Awaiting autumn’s groom

Janet Martin

Good-bye

It’s sort of like the cold blue wind
Moaning outside my door
It’s sort of like the ocean waves
Sweeping an empty shore
It’s sort of like a bit of dirt
Bothering my eye
It’s sort of like a great big hurt
Telling you good-bye


J~


http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-3

Candle-light

How sadly the wind is weeping
How empty the woodlands sigh
How brightly the star is gleaming
Like tinsel in the sky

How gently thoughts of you waken
How deeply they grip the heart
How soon a moment is taken
In breaths of timeless art

How quickly a year is over
A flicker, a chant, a sigh
A soul-mate, rebel, a lover
A twinkle in the eye

How withered the blooms are lying
How little is summer's day
How soon we would begin dying
Should Hope and Love decay

How still is the night without you
How dark, the fleet-footed day
How brightly the thoughts about you
Return to light my way

J~