Song Title Poem

Poetics Aside Prompt: Take a random list of five song titles – the source could be a shuffled MP3 playlist, a CD, the next five songs on your favorite radio station, etc.  Use as many of these titles as you can in a poem.

I’ll be faithful to you

For when somebody loves you

That’s all I need to know

So I’ll come running straight to you

After all this time

You’re still you

You’re the only place

That feels like home to me

Without You

I’m a bird without wings

With You

I can fly

And I'm alive

In your eyes 

My heart is home again

You are always on my mind

When you say you love me

I believe

The first time ever I saw your face

I cried

Thank-you Jesus

From a higher window
I know you're there

Love rains down
I am amazed

As you whisper to my soul

Don’t give up

You are loved

© Janet Martin

Yes, there are more than five...it was too much fun!

Song title poem

I’ll be faithful to you…Don Williams

For when somebody loves you…Alan Jackson

That’s all I need to know…Alan Jackson

So I’ll come running straight to you…Josh Groban

After all this time…Rodney Crowell

You’re still you…Josh Groban

You’re the only place…Josh Groban

That feels like home to me…Chantal Kreviazuk

Without You…David Guetta

I’m a bird without wings…Celtic Thunder

With You…Josh Groban

I can fly…Angel Gabriel

And I’m alive…Celine Dion

In your eyes…Peter Gabriel

My heart is home again…Josh Groban

You are always on my mind…Michal Buble

When you say you love me…Josh Groban

I believe…Elvis Presley

The first Time I ever saw your face…Celine Dion

I cried…Katie Melua

Thank-you Jesus…Terry Clark

From a higher window…Josh Groban

I know you’re there…Casting Crowns

Love rains down…Gary B

I am amazed…Lone Star

As you whisper to my soul…Brian Houston

Don’t give up

You are loved…Josh Groban

   

Two-for-Two Tuesdays

Poetics Aside Two-for-two Tuesdays:

1. Write a gathering poem.
2. Write a letting go poem.

When we danced

The summer night

Gathered us close

And Time was that noose

For the faint of heart

And those bent on letting go…

But summer is ever the harbinger

Of Autumn’s relinquishment

And the forward march of moments

Drawing us to its end...

J~

The far-away nearness

of you

urges me forward

while the past

falls away

into expanding

nothingness

How can nothing

Throb with such

echoes

and sighs

and whispers

of

‘this is not

good-bye’?

© Janet Martin

...and the Housewife Dances and Sings

At first glance

The moments at hand appear

filled with the

seemingly mundane

of laundry heaps and dirty dishes

Of rooms to tidy

Again

and again…

But the moments at hand

Are not what they appear

at first glance

They speak of

hands to hold,

bodies to embrace
and memories to fold

The seemingly mundane

puts a smile on my face

…because it speaks of love

And God’s bountiful grace

...so I dance and I sing

To clean up love's crumbs is a beautiful thing

Thank-you God.

© Janet Martin

Okay, I have to confess; the crumbs and clutter caught me sighing a little until Someone convicted me to scrutinized them more closely…oh. Yes. They are beautiful love-crumbs!

Through my Window I See the World

Miles are but dirt-fraught inches on earth’s cusp

Our neighborhood in not restrained by such

With one click of a key a door unlocks

And instantaneously our smiles touch…

Technology has closed the sprawling gap

Of distance; you are one mouse-click away

And far across the world I hear you clap

We share the joy that smiles on us today

Or then perhaps, I feel you shed a tear

And we unite; across mountains and seas

Our close-knit neighborhood spanning earth’s sphere

Shares life's love; its hope and agonies

Miles are but dust-shaped inches on the land

There are no gates or walls in cyber-space

With one click of the key I hold your hand

You reach across the air in love’s embrace

© Janet Martin

This morning I was ‘touched’ with loving words from so many friends in our neighborhood. India, Nova Scotia, Sejer Island, just to name a few…Hi Andrea .

We Gather...We Let Go (two-for-two-Tues.)

Poetics Aside Two-for-two Tuesdays:

1. Write a gathering poem.
2. Write a letting go poem.

We Gather…

They filter through our being

We gather in their wake

Our portion of their rendering

Fond memories to make

Ephemeral allotment

Yet surging through our grasp

We gather in their aftermath

Fond memories to clasp

Invisible out-pouring

Above, around, beneath

We gather from life’s moment-spring

Fond memories to keep

© Janet Martin

We Let Go

The tree must relinquish its grandeur

The bloom must surrender its mirth

The ravishing splendor of nature

Soon returns back to the earth

The child must let go of its mother

The mother must release her ‘dears’

For love is a double-edge wonder

Of beautiful laughter and tears

…for just as the wake of moments

Renders love’s gifts in its flow

Its surge is a tender-sweet torment

Of holding and letting go

© Janet Martin

 

Not My Will...

(I really do not like to look at images like this but sometimes it is good to realize the raw horror of what He suffered because of His love for you and I)

Jesus, if You, in humble anguish could forgiveness repeat

As nails where pounded violently

Through Your Hands and Feet

Jesus, if You, God’s guiltless perfect Son

Could cry without a selfish thought

‘Not My will, but Thine be done’

…then Jesus, surely as we approach

And bow before Thee on Thy throne

Ah, surely we can trust Thee as we plead

‘Not my will, but Thine be done

© Janet Martin

Love Came

Love came to earth, a babe in the manger

Heaven’s perfection put on flesh and blood

In lowly birth and to His own a stranger

Love came to serve us; the Son of God

Love came to free us; despised and rejected

Forsaken by all in death’s hour of grief

His name is Jesus; Love came to save us

And offer salvation for our unbelief

Love spared no comfort; in blood-bought atonement

Perfect love came to become sin for us

Love never fails; prophecy’s fulfillment

Was laid in a manger and nailed to the cross

Love came to earth; and we hid our faces

Yet His perfect love over-came sin’s dark curse

By His stripes we are healed; as His love erases

The debt of our guilt; Love’s name is Jesus

© Janet Martin

Isa. 53

In Arms of Grace

On bended knee we beg and plead

We do not understand

But God, we know the ebb and flow

Of Time is in Your hand

You see the whole; You are in control

We see but one small jot

From tear-stained dust we lift our trust

You know what we do not

Though evil spills heart-wrenching ills 

In vile and loathsome form

We cling to You; love firm and true

The Keeper of the storm

This is the hour of holy power

This is the hour of hope

Our plea out-poured; you hear us Lord

And You will help us cope

From sea to sea God's family

Unites in Christian love

And here we place in arms of grace

Our trust His might to prove

 Janet Martin

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