Friday, October 4, 2019

Don't Grow Up Too Fast





Don’t grow up too fast little girl, little girl
Daddy’s cherished darling, Mommy’s precious pearl
Leave your dearest dollies scattered everywhere
Childhood is the nearest thing to heaven earth can share




Don’t grow up too fast, little boy, little boy
Mommy’s happy helper, daddy’s pride and joy
Leave your trucks and tractors scattered as you go
Childhood is the nearest thing to heaven earth can know

© Janet Martin


A Birthday Poem For a Friend...As Time Streams By


Happy Birthday, Sasha 
Didn't you just have one?! haha😁 
A year sure isn't very long anymore, is it?!
Hope you are having a super-special day!


Sometimes this is the day I dig out dahlia bulbs but not this year!
I just can't bear to tear their blooms away yet!



It seems that Time streams by in its sequence of dawn-to-dawn
And all too soon, noon-after-noon another year is gone
Easier to tame oceans as they rush across the shore
Than to hold back one moment that sparkles and is no more

We used to collect rocks and stamps and butterflies and such
Today’s collections consist of treasures we cannot touch
Where, tendered to a vault that brims with sentimental gleam
We gaze upon spent days like youth gazes toward the dream

…and we will never find the words to make them understand
How future runs through us like an hourglass full of sand
Or how the calendar never misses a single day
Yet seems somehow as if it skips a few along the way  

And so we learn, because we cannot turn back time, to love
And live as if today is all that life will be made of
Because it seems, as time streams by, the older that we get
We feel some days as if we have not even started yet

And so we vow to find the happiness we else might miss
If we are deaf and blind to This Very Moment That Is
Because it seems, as Time streams by in its numeric sums
The older that we get, ah, the more precious it becomes

The music bitter-sweeter than it was when we were young
The hour fonder-fleeter with each season, here then gone
And oh, it seems as time streams by oft from its weathered banks
All we can say is ‘my, oh, my’ and humbly give God thanks


© Janet Martin




Cause and Effect or Because... and Effectiveness

what are your deepest Woulda-shoulda-s?
If we wallow in those we will never be successful!

Aren't you glad we are encouraged to forget what is behind and strain toward what is ahead?

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.
But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,
Phil.3:13


Not always what we’d rather but rather that which we should
For what seems pleasing in the moment is not always good
Deception is a master at defending reason’s cause
It decorates disaster with momentary applause

Effect lasts so much longer than the cause that sets its course
Consequence for the action is a firm, far-reaching force
Therefore discernment looks beyond what seems good at first glance
To see what it will lead to, given enough time and chance

Futile to mourn at heaps that hold what none can resurrect
Better to leave behind what none can find, save in effect
Then learn from our mistakes that made us wiser than we were
Aware that what we do is always hinged to something more

The hardiness of habits makes them very hard to break
Then it is good to be astute in choices that we make
For though at first they may seem too minor to make a fuss
Sooner or later they become the best and worst of us

© Janet Martin

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Fall Winds


 Fall is in full, frigid form today!
Welcome Octo-b-r-r-r!


They raid the gleaming tress of tree-tops; parade, trip, tumble and twirl
They chase the loosened leaf like a schoolboy teasing the pretty girl
The heart once heaped with flowered laughter feels a little lost and sad
Soft-torn between the scenes of summer and fall’s apple-pumpkin plaid

They brood outside windows pulled shut against their chilling, surly sweep
They unravel the canopy that lulled a sun warm world to sleep
They wake in us want for kind comforts we forgot in summer’s spree
They make us glad for simple pleasures; supper-soup and cuppa tea

Sometimes they fling a sapphire awning overhead and steps grow light
And we are thankful earth’s undoing does not happen overnight
Sometimes they weigh the leaden heavens with a sea that has no shore
As harvest-time takes a hiatus while fall anthems pour and pour

Reckless rebels that romp about; vexatious rogues, they seem to me
To love to turn us inside out with reluctance and ecstasy
Unorthodox bold Casanovas, they make us admit full-well
That we would miss fall’s ruddy bliss if summer stayed till winter fell

They instigate a kindred spirit with the sympathy of ink
And strike a chord within the poet that inspires her to think
In ways that sunny summer days cannot begin to comprehend
Ah, fall winds kindle winsome whispers only Poem can defend

They plunder frost-bedraggled cornfield’s rustle-weary infantry
They thunder through blue shadows etched on molten, golden twilight’s lea
And propel us from yester-season to Time’s present colour-blast
They let us know for sure and certain that summer’s last days are past

© Janet Martin


Cadence of Conversation...


A young man who started attending our church recently 
was killed suddenly yesterday afternoon! 
Oh, how our hearts ache for his sorrowing loved ones.
What were the last words they exchanged, I wonder
as I try to remember mine to my loved ones 
should we not meet again this side of heaven?!
...and oh, how precious the memories that ring with the cadence of conversation and laughter!
a birthday tea with friends...

hubby and brother-in-law solving the world's problems;-)

supper ...

sisters...

Cadence of conversation mingles with the noise of life
It draws us into mutual worlds of kindred joys and strife
Filling the gap between us with chatter’s sweet melody
Like little brooks that sparkle from the meadow to the sea

In coffee-shops, on sidewalks or along a crowded beach
Around the supper table flows the fellowship of speech
And oft we never give its interchange much thought at all
Tossing words back and forth like a weightless, colorful ball

Cadence of conversation, how its common beauty cheers
We share our weight of creature cares, our hopes and dreams and fears
And little do we think about the possibility
That what we say might be the final words from you or me

How precious is the sound that creates common ground and such
Where we meet in the middle as talking and list’ning touch
Then, as we think about it we should always keep in mind
That what we say will someday spill in echoes left behind

…and not, until the voice is gone from us forevermore
Do we so dearly crave what we took for granted before
When we, without much thought at all would share our griefs and joys
…cadence of conversation mingled with life’s background noise

© Janet Martin



Ephesians 4:29
Let no unwholesome talk come out of your mouths,
 but only what is helpful for building up the one in need
and bringing grace to those who listen.