Saturday, April 2, 2016

Lost to the Madding Crowd...




PAD Challenge day 2: write a he said-she said poem


She said ‘I want A Page’
He said, ‘no room enough,
The articles on politics
And news and ads for Stuff
Requires precedence
And I, the editor
Must deem for all the rest of them
What seems most popular
And poetry, they say
Is so passé, 
And rhyme
Oh, dear! My dear,
That passed away
Way, way before your time!
So run along, wee thing
And do not bother me
For we are far too busy here
For things like poetry'

...she said, 'I want a page
Tell me, is there a place
Where there is room enough for me?'
He said, 'try cyberspace'

© Janet Martin

For a little while a local magazine published poetry by local poets among their ads for farm machinery and agriculture, recipes, stories on life as it once was etc...
The ads, articles, recipes, and stories remain but the poetry has disappeared.

Friday, April 1, 2016

From Her to Him

  

One more light-hearted fool poem for PAD Challenge day 1


Come here funny-face, I love you
Whether three or eighty-five
There is something that God gave you
That makes me feel more alive

Can't live with you or without you
Chase you out then miss you, oh
There is something sweet about you
That just makes me love you so

You know how to push my buttons
I admit; I'm glad you do
I am not one of those women
That prefers vanilla-you

Sometimes I vow not to like you
For you drive me 'round the bend
But darling, I'm a fool for you
It is no use to pretend

Come here, funny-face, I love you
What a lot of laughs we've had
I would rather be fool-happy
Than high-stepping-smart, but sad

© Janet Martin





Before Fools in High Places Strayed...




 (had to think about this song as I jotted this poem...by God's tender mercy I have lived it!)

PAD challenge day 1: Write a 'foolish' poem.

At home, at school, at work they prayed
And pitied faithless frauds
Before fools in high places strayed
And worshiped lesser gods

Oh, once upon a Sunday morn
Churches were filled with praise
Of Holy, Holy before scorn
Of fools chose broader ways

A fool worships man’s lawless grants
Their gods, slack and uncouth
Deceived, hand-me-down ignorance
No longer knows the truth

But changeless God abides, His love
Lavishes human race
The fool replies ‘there is no god’
And God replies with grace

© Janet Martin

 The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." 
They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; 
there is no one who does good.
Ps.14:1

Scripture has much to say about fools,
And only a fool ignores it.
This is not harsh…
it is Truth.

Live in the Moment But...



PAD Challenge day 1. Write a 'foolish' poem. 

Live in the moment but do not forget
To prepare for the moments that have not happened yet!
(this reminds me, I need to stock up on candles after last week's three power-outage nights)

We do well to live in the moment
But are foolish to forget
The choice that takes but a moment to make
Is far from over yet

Wise is the one who considers
After the short-lived glee
Of instant gratification
What the end result will be

© Janet Martin

 The prudent sees danger and hides himself, 
but the simple go on and suffer for it. 
Prov.22:3


Not Cool to be a Fool



It's Back! April PAD Challenge; Day 1. Write a Foolish Poem.



First mistake,
We learn from it
Second same mistake,
Not cool
Third time ‘round,
There's no excuse
Fourth time…
One can’t help a fool

© Janet Martin

Thursday, March 31, 2016

This Little Bit of Being...



 While I was sitting here for a little farewell to my beloved Red Maple,
Victoria and I decided we should turn it into a Giving Tree (not to make a boat and sail away in search of happiness) but to make a bench out of part of it...
(now we are trying to persuade the males of the household that a bench is more valuable than firewood;)


This little bit of being buffeted, rough-housed, slipshod
Is all part of the journey on our return trip to God

This decanter of laughter when Nature applauds spring’s hour
And pours into uplifted winter-weary cups a flow’r

…and lets us learn how lows and highs of Having’s albatross
Will multiply our sorrow with the bearing of its loss

…how we are never too old to learn something new, and oh
The joy and grief of love is something we never outgrow

And all the while through smile and slight, through frown and flight we find
This little bit of life is far too swiftly left behind

© Janet Martin

We, I think, have always felt a kinship to trees, such as depicted in this wonderful music video