Birthday Verses

This is no ordinary day

This ‘moment-splash’ from heaven

This is the very special day

Victoria turns eleven

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Each birthday is mile-stone

Of heaven-gifted grace

It will not pass this way again

So stop, and celebrate

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I have learned a thing or two

Within my adult-skin

To celebrate, like children do

The moment/birthday I am in

O~O~O~

God splashed an ocean of sunbeams

Into the dark of this world

When he took His most tender heartstrings

And created earth’s best: little girls

O~O~O~

Today is a beautiful treasure

Oh, and I simply can’t wait

For today, my dear, is your birthday

A reason to celebrate

O~O~O~

God used his extra-special bits

Of wonderment and joy

He chose the best of heaven’s gifts

And made a little boy

O~O~O~

Today is extra-special

In each and every way

For an extra-special little girl/boy

Is having a birthday!

O~O~O~

Happy Birthday, my precious

Happy Birthday, my dear

Happy Birthday, I love you

Every day of the year

O~O~O~

I thank God that He made roses

And lovely skies so blue

But most of all I thank Him

For the special gift of you

Janet~

Yes, our 'baby' is eleven!

Lunar Torment

Tonight I allow you to take me

For I can no longer resist

Desire out-weighs common senses

Wrap me in your ocean of mist

Tonight I need more than a promise

Whispered through my window-pane

Tomorrow gleams on the horizon

Oh, let not this night pass in vain

Tonight you spread over my being

Translucent; you taunt, I beseech

But all I can hear is you breathing

In oceans that I cannot reach

J~

I had all the lights turned out.

I was going to bed...

and then I looked out through my bedroom window at the sky!

I ignored the clock and went outside...heaven like this waits for no one

and morning can steal it away! 

The Tides of 'Almost Spring'

The tides of spring

They weep and sing

In oceans from the sky

To glassy ponds

And stricken fronds

She lays her garments by

And on the girth

Of somber earth

She hints with softened lips   

Of under-tones

In violet moans

And emerald finger-tips

The darkened slope

Stripped of its robe

Is begging for her kiss

The umber tide

Of dull hill-side

Unclenches its cold fist

The woodland stark

Against the dark

Is budding with desire

And in the tomb

Of autumn’s bloom

Smolders a hidden fire

The tides of spring

They weep and sing

In love-songs warm and tender

Winter defies

But in his eyes

Are whispers of surrender

© Janet Martin

A warm rain has dissolved the snow!

Tonight a cold wind rebels...

Contemplating Faith

We speak of faith

This ‘thing’ not seen

In which we put our trust

Upon a Rock

Of hope we lean

To reach beyond this dust

Oh, what is faith?

How can we know

Until it has been tried

If it exists,

If it is real

Or just our misled pride?

We speak of faith

A precious hope

The anchor of our soul

But will it be enough to cope

When life’s vile tempests roll?

And will this substance

We hope for

This evidence not seen

Carry us to heaven’s door

When this earth’s shore grows dim?

We speak of faith

We cannot show

The doubter any proof

Of certainties

Of why’s or how’s

As we cling to its truth

And this is faith

To trust and know

In every step we take

That He who has

Ordained it so

He makes no mistake

© Janet Martin

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. Heb. 11:1

“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”

St. Thomas Aquinas~

Lunar Hypnotism

A captive audience

Universal

Falls beneath your subtle spell

You sing your tune

In every language

To earth, wide-eyed and vulnerable

A maiden

Ever youthful

Casting your bewitching glance

To steal the hearts of poet's

In your soft, mesmeric trance

 © Janet

She looked so lonely as she stared through our window at dinner last eve...so I took her picture.

Poet's United Prompt

My Prayer for you

May God give you courage

May He keep you strong

May His Presence fill you

When pain steals your song

May His whisper within you

Be your power and might

And gently sustain you

When you cannot fight

May His goodness and mercy

Guide you through the vale

And comfort you always

For His love will not fail

© Janet

I'm off to visit my sister-in-law who has had many years of hospital visits

and suffering due to an accident where her body was severely broken after

being hit by a drunk driver. She is one of the most beautiful people I am blessed to know.

In spite of daily reasons not to, still she has forgiven him and lives with joy.

If you read this, and if you feel led to, would you pray a special prayer for Karen and her family?

God bless~

Contemplating Words

If I had to write I would quit

Though I must write

It is not the same thing

I have not yet decided whether my Muse

Is Beauty or the Beast

With words we bless and curse

The mess we make with words

Is wiped up…with words

The epitome of longing has no words

Words are not enough

when it comes to you

Let’s enjoy the silence

Together

Alone

Silence is golden

…but only if nurtured by words

Flattery is nothing but tainted noise.

My best words I am saving

For you

But they have not been invented

Yet

Kind words are winter’s roses

J~

Genesis of Seduction~

This week’s featured poetry form is a bit of a challenge. It is called GENESIS. It has been devised by Walt Wojtanik, and takes its name from the musical group by the same name. The form consists of three (the last configuration of the group had three members) six-lined stanzas each with the rhyme scheme A-B-A-C-A-B (“ABACAB’ was one of the group’s big hits). There is no syllable count or any set meter.

Purple petals spread across the emerald grass

Their fragrance wafting on springs virgin breeze

I fall prey to their suggestions as they pass

To be seduced by violets is a glorious thing

I must find my slippers made of glass

For I am surely a princess in moments as these

It is no anemic and casual glance

You toss to me from across the room

We touch each other in an invisible dance

To be seduced by a lover’s eyes is a guiltless fling

Is it the heart or the eye that stirs the bud of romance?

Beneath love’s tender gaze, timid lilies bloom

In twists and swirls, you taunt and tease

With legends of spilled ink

You breathe across vast centuries

To be seduced by poetry is the pinnacle of ecstasy

Arousing keen awareness of my meager capabilities

I open my mouth to your lips, and I drink and I drink

© Janet Martin

prompted by Walt at Poetic Bloomings