Thursday, February 13, 2014

Let's Talk about Love #7 A Prayer...



 

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder
As you see me on my knees
Do you ever tire of hearing
My repeated worn-out pleas?

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder
When I think of what we owe
How is it that a Father
Could still love each sinner so?

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder
At your Love so full and free
Yet it seems that far too often
I rely on what I see

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder
Then within Love’s trust I seek
To pour upon your shoulder
Repetition; I am weak

© Janet Martin

You know...those things you've prayed for, for years yet cannot bear the thought of not praying for it?...
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7

Thursday Thoughts on Love



Accusation, keeping score
Fuels a sad and endless war
Forgiveness and faith will prove
The enduring fort of love

***

Give and take
Take and give
Live and love
Love and live!

***


I blush at the thought
Of writing
A Love Poem
Because it is hard
And I wish it weren’t
So tattered
And splattered
…our Postcard

***

Red is the color of love, my love
Red hearts, red wine, red rose
Red hands and feet nailed to a tree
Where red redemption flows

***

Wasted; those wishes
Shaped but never shared
Thought-script is futile
If left un-bared

***

Bear with compassion
Love’s high and its low
For it is simply
By God’s grace we go
***

Double-edged voice
Love’s experience
Offers both ammunition
And benevolence

***

What is this thing we can never give too much of
or ever get enough?
Ah yes, it can only be one thing;
Love

***

 It is nothing to part
With the flesh-desire
Of things
Clutched in our grasp
It is everything when the heart
Is on holy-fire
And sings
A love song fingers cannot clasp

***
Everything is nothing
And never enough
If we choose life’s pilferage
Over Love

***

Love bears all things
Believes all things
It hopes all things
Endures
Ah, to walk side by side
In love
Our happiness
Secures

***


We ought to love
As Christ loved us
In all things
Love is Chief

We cannot love
As Christ loved us
Yet live in
Unbelief

 ***

Love is a life-long journey we climb
Borne not in ages
But one
Step
At
A
Time

***

We choose red wine, sweet chocolate, a rose
Candle-light dinner, soft music, nice clothes
We choose things of comfort, delightful and new
 In our best efforts to say, ‘I love you’

He chose a crown made of thorns, not the rose
Some nails and a cross are the symbols He chose
Clad in His blood, pierced, suffering, He cried
“Father, forgive them,” then... He died

***

There is a part of me
That moves to thought-command
Its practical decree
Flows from my head to hand

But oh, the vexing bliss
Of passion's darling part
I can’t control the kiss
That re-directs my heart

***

Learn this lesson
And learn it well
To love is Heaven
To lust is hell

***

Lust takes
Love gives
Lust lies
Love is truth
Lust desires
Love serves
Lust wounds
Love heals
Lust craves
Love fulfills
Lust preys
Love prays
Lust flatters
Love praises
Lust deceives
Love abides
Lust demands
Love is patient
Lust shackles
Love frees
Lust is weakness
Love is strength
Lust dies
Love lives!

***

Sometimes love is spoken most deeply
Not by what we say
but what we could say
...and didn't

***
Sigh...
I think it will take a lifetime
Oh, how can it be?
Love, though old as Adam
Is still a Mystery

Have a Love-ly Day!


© Janet Martin

Let's Talk About Love #6 A sonnet

 
 
Love probes the deepest recess of intent
It dis-annuls the foibles of the flesh
As hunger and humility enmesh
In poignant intricacies heaven-sent
Where all the laws of rigidness are bent
To adhere to its utter selflessness
Defying longing’s wretched emptiness
It fills the vexing void of discontent
Indwelling and outpouring synchronized
Mortality and Mystery ally
To sear, perplex, in passion undisguised
A joyous grief of wounds to satisfy
Love’s subliminal conquest recognized
By sanguine sorrow silvering the eye
***
Love; it denudes our vulnerability
And strips the barriers of self-defense
With nothing more than whispers, wild, intense
We dare to bear its stunning misery
In spite of what we can or cannot see
Willing to risk its ruthless recompense
Susceptible, our soul-blood we dispense
Forgiving shortfalls of humanity
Dismantling the bulwarks of the heart
We plunge into a volatile unknown
To taste its utterance, for no rampart
Can exile hope; love’s obscure stepping-stone
No common logic augments to outsmart
The need to feed on crumbs from heaven’s throne
***
We wrestle with the pain of pleasure’s kiss
And revel in its keen, incumbent grief
Thriving within its ruthless un-relief
As we return to drink its suffering bliss
For everything is nothing without this
Of our inmost yearning, love is chief
The anchor in emotion trite and brief
Its bittersweet, the air we reminisce
A filament of ecstasy and woe
Laughing, it weeps; tempestuous embrace
A tug-of-war in holding; letting go
The climax of insanity and grace
We let the tenure of its torment flow
In tears of joy and sorrow on our face
© Janet Martin

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Let's Talk About Love # 5 Pennsylvania-Dutch Style;) a re-run


one Sunday on my way to picking up my son I happened upon this couple walking home from 'Sunday-visiting'...

Vos is des ding as mich so fershtroyed
Uns macht mich so liecht-kebich
My gedanka sin fatsuttled; net oof dei orbiet
Un auft bin ich dobich un lobich
Von du neagsht fabigh mich laffsht
Udda von du tighte navich mich schlaffsht
Ich fraug fa nix mehna fuun dich
Yischt es du mich net falausht
Bis de Gott im Himmel ruft
un Err cummt fa dich uttah mich

Gealt kon net kauffa vos liebe em gebbt
Un meah sin net orm binannah
Shtoft is yischt shtoft; es harcht em net aub
Un es glebbet vee so alte kannah
Liebe hault em froh un frei
Gott hault uns naegsht debigh
Meah sin bessah oub vee de reichah
Von meah net fagessah
Fah Gott bedanka
Un anannah yischt immah gliechah

Translation…
What is this thing that scatters me so
And makes me so light-headed
My thoughts are scrambled; not on my work
And often I am clumsy and crazy
When you closely walk by me
Or sleep tightly beside me
I ask for nothing more from you
Just that you will not leave me
Until God in Heaven calls
And He comes for you or me
Money cannot buy what love gives
And we are not poor together
Stuff is just stuff; it will not listen
And it clatters like old tin cans
Love keeps us glad and free
God keeps us close to Him
We are better off than rich folk
If we do not forget
To give God thanks
And always just love each other
© Janet Martin

Let's Talk About Love #4 Perfect Storm





When I’m with you the might of moment stills
And we are not victims of its cold clock
Rebels are we to its relentless tock
A storm is brewing past these charted hills

Tremor of urgency excites the pine
What is its fantasy? even the breeze
That thrives upon the vexing of the trees
Pauses beyond this midnight-mute incline

Darkness is but a nocturnal disguise
Where longing escalates; visceral flame
Of guiltless passion and want without shame
Smolders virile, like comets in our eyes

And now the wind leaps from its hiding-place
Moaning madrigal of Need’s grand despair
The rise and fall of oceans fills the air
Or is it just your voice against my face?

Tear down the clouds that vex the moody deep
Leave prouder cares to daylight's disarray
Then let this raving craving have its way
Darling, this storm is much too wild to sleep

The trespassers of love’s most sacred part
Will never touch their feet upon this shore
Where breakers crash; euphoric eons pour
In heaven-measure through body and heart

Ah, perfect storm of love’s intrinsic bliss
When I’m with you I cannot count the years
Lest while I’m counting this storm disappears
…Is that a lightning bolt or just a kiss?

© Janet Martin


Let's Talk About Love #3 Love's Poetry





Perplexing pleasure of minstrel and men
Teasing forever ineptness of pen
Kissing the crooner where willow-winds sigh
Vexing the lover in midnight’s good-bye
Pressing the poet to words wafting wild
Rousing the villain and cheering the child
Maddening mystery, mouthful of mirth
Gladness and sadness wrestles in its girth
Century folds over century, still
Love is the hunger only love can fulfill

© Janet Martin  


Let's Talk About Love...post #2




Love is a whisper-soft wonder
Yet, I cannot pull from this quill
The words to render the splendor
Of  its tender-sweet test of will

For love is a ruthless scalpel
Oh, how it mutates the heart
Ever since Eve took the apple
We struggle and stumble and smart

Love is a song, smooth and taunting
Or is it a searing slow-burn?
For we must release our own wanting
To find its greatest return

Ah love, sustain-er, tormenter
Vexing both beggar and king
Pleasure and pain’s epicenter
Strength on a half-breath string

Love is a grace-spangled flying
Love is a second-mile crawl
Love is a daily dying
To touch its pinnacle

Love is a heaven-lent splendor
Double-edged; sword and shield
How can a pen spell the wonder
In four humble letters concealed?

© Janet Martin





Let's Talk about Love...edited re-run #1 Touch Me

 
 
From now until Friday the focus is Love Poetry...both re-runs and new ones:)
 (this poem focuses on a mature, married love;)


Touch me
Touch me with your eyes
The gap twixt you and I
Trembles with the fullness
Of love’s hard truths realized
Experience; years in learning
Kindles a keener spark
For love is more than reckless
Stolen kisses in the dark
Touch me
Touch me with your thought
Past warmth of pulsing skin
To the person, not of flesh
That I am from within
For time, a patient teacher
Wields love’s refining tool
And we are struggling students
Testing, breaking every rule
Touch me
Oh, touch me with your hands
There is no restriction
No restraint or reprimand
In love’s pure invitation
Of passion’s purposed honor
Reserved implicitly
For one unto the other
Shared only twixt me and thee
Touch me
Darling, touch me with your lips
And whisper word for word
The hunger in your finger-tips
And longing’s oceans stirred
Then kiss me, kiss me slowly
Where inhibitions hide
Kiss away the willfulness
Protecting foolish pride
Touch me
Touch me with your smile
I know it understands
The beauty of love’s chapters
Etched into enduring hands
Committed to its promise
That once joined us heart to heart
'to love each other faithfully
until death do us part'
© Janet Martin