Wednesday, April 3, 2019

The Winds of April

PAD Challenge day 3: For today’s prompt, write an animal poem. The poem could be about an animal. Or it could just mention an animal in passing. Or include an animal in your title and fail to mention the animal once in your poem. Your poem, your rules.





The winds of April vex, beguile
One day they rage, the next they smile
One day a lynx, ferocious, wild
The next a kitten purring, mild
One day a stomping, snorting ram
The next a romping little lamb
One day a bear, growling for grub
The next a playful, carefree cub
One day a mad dog, shaking the land
The next a puppy licking your hand

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Colour-glad

Two for Tuesday! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!
  1. Write a worst case poem. What’s the worst that could happen?
  2. Write a best case poem. Take the worst and reverse it!
I've said it many times as I cook and eat,
 "I'm so glad food isn't black and white!" 



#1, worst case poem...
If food was simply black and white
How mundane meals would be
And what if every single bite
Tasted like broccoli

What if the colours of the world
Would change to white and black
And nothing that we tried would work
To bring hued beauty back

What if the sky was always dark
Above earth’s morbid shield
Without one glint or tint to spark
The lilies of the field

No gatherings on twilight’s brink
To watch the sun go down
No gold-orange-periwinkle-pink
Not even plain old brown

But, worse yet, while we drain Time’s bank
With colors everywhere
What if we never paused to thank
The One who put them there

© Janet Martin

#2, Best case poem

What if, wherever we would go
Nobody would be rude
Awed by the Artist’s color-show
And filled with gratitude

No blaring horn or glaring stare
No one finger salute
But everybody everywhere
Would kind and astute

Knowing that nobody can boast
The beauty of the earth
For even mankind’s uttermost
Can never author birth

No one can put the miracle
Inside a little seed
Or claim the canvas, ethereal
Where sun-stirred colors bleed

And who has earned the accolades
Of nature’s grand design
The hills and rills and bluffs and glades
The flower-laden vine

Thus, what if, wherever we went
Prevailed an attitude
Because of all we have been lent
Love's humble gratitude

© Janet Martin






Monday, April 1, 2019

Because Sometimes The Climb Looks Scary...


 No longer a slave to fear; what a way to live!


Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. 
I do not give to you as the world gives. 
Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
John 14:27


We attended a fund-raiser dinner on Sat. night for Power To Change

"No more fear, only freedom", testified one student who put his faith in Jesus!
One of many testimonies from students who came to Jesus through students committed to tell others about about the living hope and eternal life we can only find in Jesus
 and then also connect them, through Power to Change with fellow-believers.


Uncurl that fist of fear, my dear
Where morning rends the dark
Where Light and love are always near
And never miss its mark
Where hope is more than a barred door
Or trays heaped with star-dust
Where faith believes and then receives
God’s peace, in Whom we trust
Where what we love the most we prove
Through what makes us rejoice
And oft uttered without a word
With fool-proof voice of choice
Uncurl that fist of fear, my dear
The Hand from whence days brim
If we reach up will kindly cup
The faith we lift to Him

© Janet Martin



 PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

Hello Fellow-Traveler...


 PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

 Just can't resist showing a pic of my newest-sweetest-baby-est fellow-traveler
(our grand-daughter, not quite 2 days old)




Hello, fellow trav’ler of pleasure and pain
Of twilight’s goodnight and dawn’s ‘begin again’
Because none of us sets out to fail or fall
Let’s lean on each other and love one and all

Hello fellow-trav’ler where we always meet
On morning’s fresh threshold of gold or gray street
Where we all grow old if we’re given the chance
So let’s help each other through each day God grants

Hello fellow-trav’ler of high road and low
My, my, but what waits to be we cannot know
Where future is never the picture we drew
And we're all just learning what we thought we knew

Hello, fellow-trav’ler where Time’s tolling bell
Soft-nudges us nearer to tears of farewell
Where no one can tell when death’s knell bids us part
So let’s love each other with all of our heart

…and let’s greet each morning like an honoured guest
In all that life offers let’s give it our best
And taste like word-sugar love’s sweetest words yet
Hello fellow-trav’ler, so nice to have met

© Janet Martin

These Ties, Fresh-Loosed...


PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem



Plush hush; pink blush
Soft pastel gush
As morn bleeds from
The artist’s brush

Tick-tock; sky-clock
Knock-knock, adieu
As morn dissolves
In halls of blue

The birthplace of
Our live-laugh-love
Unfurls a worldwide
Treasure-trove

Be kind; these ties
Fresh-loosed, soon bind
The heart with tugs
Soft-strewed behind

© Janet Martin