Sing a Song of Popcorn

Sing of song of popcorn

When the eve is dull

Those dancing, darling champions

Will make your laughter full

Sing a song of popcorn

With book or show or chess

Gather grownups, children

To taste its happiness

Sing a song of popcorn

Enticing melody

Pot-bellied little rascals

Of warm simplicity

Sing a song of popcorn

And let the good times roll

As children of all ages

Gather round the bowl

© Janet Martin

Popcorn is an instant party!

Beautiful Thought

You come…

An intangible jot

Captured and held

In a beautiful thought

Miles and moments

Cannot steal

The pictures preserved

On this phantom reel

You touch

Where flesh cannot

In the ravaging bliss

Of a beautiful thought

J~

Heart of Hearts- Don Williams

Of Things Familiar

I run my fingers over your curves and lines

Oh, I know them well and with my eyes closed

I can tell where your imperfections are

The beautiful broken, the shards of life

Flung into this cup cradling the strife

Of temporal sorrow and joy

…of dashing barefoot boy

Or the giggling passage of ribbons and curls

And little girls

On their way to being women

And my smile traces these love-worn places

Bearing the permanent image of faces

…on a slide-show of moments where

We gathered for dinner; the table and chairs

Scarred testaments of happiness and family

Of comfort in familiarity

In this place where we come; discarding brave masks

Because we are at home

© Janet Martin

Mr. April

 (even the sunrise has been a little 'moody' the past few days, with the clouds claiming the horizon-line and stretching past eight o' clock before releasing the sun)

Ah, you moody beauty

Cantankerous delight

Teasing first with sun-spun mirth

Then cloud-feathers of white

Ah, dearest mellow fellow

Ah, testy troubadour

Of frigid sheen and virgin green

And violet-fragrant floor

Ah, harbinger of summer

Ah, dregs of winter’s blast

You vex, perplex nature’s vortex

With gray and gold contrast

Ah sweet, sinister mister

You ride the buxom breeze

Then leap upon a bully storm

Without apologies

Ah, darling moody beauty

How nonchalant you blow

As you caress spring's timid tress

With frost-florets of snow

© Janet Martin 

It is such a day today, one moment sunny then the wind howls, unleashing a volley of flakes, that melt when the sun re-appears!

Beneath the Shadow of Numbers

 Poetics Aside Prompt:

Today’s prompt is a Two-for-Tuesday prompt. For those new to the challenge, you have the option of writing to the first prompt or the second prompt–or even both if you feel so inclined. Here they are:

• Write a bright poem.
• Write a dark poem.

The 'dark' in this poem is a shadow...

I found an old appointment calendar while cleaning out a drawer;
now that busy splattered page is nothing anymore,
but numbers testifying in modest simplicity
the heart's wildest undoing where the present used to be...

In the after-light of day

When toil and turmoil tested fray

Have donned their shrouds of whisper-gray

A digit on Time’s chart

Its nullified numeric stance

Veils the shadow where now we dance

Hungry for laughter and romance

To ravage mortal heart

The dark and light soon coalesce

Upon the parchment-metered tress

Where only you and I caress

Its darling memory

For at the stroke of midnight chime

We render our stuttered rhyme

Into the number-crypt of Time

And past’s eternity

How mute those numbers on the page

Sealing upon its mystic stage

The echo of age upon age

Suffered with hand and heart

The ravaging of Time’s bequeath

The shuddering of heav’n and earth

In the intangible half-breath

Of numbers on a chart

© Janet Martin 

Composition of an Intangible Refrain

Let not an hour of discontent

Corrupt love’s keen, ever-present

In season-shades beneath a tent

Of tenderness and grace

Let not the rudiment of lust

Consume this transient gasp of dust

To pine instead of meekly trust

Love’s intricate embrace

Let not the bitterness of wrath

Corrode fair blooms along a path

To taint the lingering aftermath

Of all that will remain

Subtle, the hour disappears

A vapor-kiss of faith and fears

Bending brief moments into years

Intangible refrain

Let not the grief of what is gone

Tarnish the mercy-gilded dawn

For Time does not refund its spawn

Of gossamer foray

Where we are shaping the requiem

From moment-mystery regime

A melody where soon will gleam

The echo of today

© Janet Martin

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Reminder to Trust

When we attempt upon our own

To shoulder living’s dirt

Then we forget the Faithful One

Who knows our every hurt

And soon we stagger, soon we fall

Beneath its weighted woe

God, help us trust; You hear each call

And never let us go

© Janet Martin

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want...Ps. 23:1

Another 'New Arrival' Poemlet

Jaded jewel

Pressed candidly

On my heart-string

Where your touch used to be

Gently gleaming

Silver sphere

Of love’s after-math

...a tear

With the dawn's

Fresh diadem

Longing spawns

Another gem

  

J~