Friday, November 7, 2025

Living the Dream


Prov.13:12
Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge,
 poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 7 is to write a dream poem.





Ah, once upon a time unfurled
She was a girl, imbibed with dreams
Impatient for the favoured world
Of carefree days where laughter streams
And hope is no longer deferred
As longing tips a treasure trove
No longer guarded by a word
Of caution from sweet mother's love

Ah, once into a world of stars
She flew, to learn a dreamer's cast
Soon scores the hero's heart with scars
And sets her on her feet at last
To dance upon the Day in Hand
And taste the sparkle in life's cup
 Treading Yesteryear's Promised Land
Before the dream is all used up

Janet Martin











 

Thursday, November 6, 2025

Of Kind Humility

 

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 6 is to write a principle poem.

1 Peter 5:5
...Clothe yourselves, all of you, with humility toward one another, 
for “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” (ESV)

The other day I visited the grave of my sister, Lucy.
Standing at a grave readjusts perspective 
more than anything else I can think of!

Soon life's dust-splash will settle
and only the ripples remain
Unless the ripples are humbly kind
the ripples will ripple in vain 




The older that I grow the more and more I start to see
The beauty that blesses the world through kind humility 
Where countless unsung heroes, like angels among us, bring
Joy to the world by walking with someone through suffering 

 True love for fellowman produces kind humility 
Without love we are empty of genuine sympathy
But, as we love each other we begin to truly care
Enough to lend a helping hand, a listening ear, a prayer 

Enough to put another's creature need above our own
To be part of the greatest work this world has ever known
To heed life's highest call then realize we hold the key
To happiness, as we forget The All Important Me

The older that I grow the less flashy facades impress
Give me the glow that flows from hearts of love and tenderness
Give me, no, make me part of what we need more of; to be
The beauty that blesses the world through kind humility

From kind humility, love bears a harvest of good fruit
For flowers of integrity will follow sacred suit
Transforming would-be gutters into gardens kissed by sun
And love's unrivaled Beauty, forever second to none 

Janet Martin


 

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Beyond Perfect Description...

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge,
 poets write a poem a day in the month of November.
 Day 5 is to write a description poem.

It's tots naps-time so I couldn't resist a crack at today's prompt.
Especially after fresh inspiration 




Your darling grin
can melt my heart
like ice-cream 
in July
You turn me very young
and old
You make me laugh
and cry

And as you slip 
your hand
 in mine
I feel so very small
until the way 
you look at me
makes me feel 
ten feet tall

Your innocence 
is holy ground
to hold your hand 
in mine
gives me a sense of
of being held
twixt mortal 
and divine

Dear precious, loving,
eager tot
so tender and 
so smart
You make me feel
as if I hold
the whole world
in my heart

Words fail, each time 
I try to spell 
love's ink-defying 
charms
Like trying to 
gather the sky 
and ocean
 in my arms  

Janet 💖

I played this song for them
this morning...they giggled with delight





Monday, November 3, 2025

How Time Flies

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 3 is to write a how blank poem.

While the momentous wingspan of petals grants and retrieves
 Whirlwind romance of buds, blossoms, nettles and falling leaves...







Yesterday's morrow finds its spartan foothold in today
As Moment's beating wingspan weathers fleeting interplay
Before it lifts into the air, beyond our reach, breath-soft
Leaving behind a thoroughfare where phantom feathers waft 

In blurs of kisses and hard knocks, we grapple with reply
As tug-of-wars twixt dreams and clocks, in constant conflict vie
While the momentous wingspan of petals grants and retrieves
 Whirlwind romance of buds, blossoms, nettles and falling leaves

Darling, let's dance; lest moments flail the air like threadbare looms
And an immense sense of loss trails through unraveled ballrooms
Before we turn to find the morning turned to afternoon
And Time's flurry of moments adorning floors, feather-strewn 

Janet Martin


How Wonderful the Ways of Ink


For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge,
 poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 

For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 
Day 3 is to write a how blank poem.

behold the rolling sea unfurled
upon a barren page...



how wonderful the ways of ink
as swirls upon a stage
of parchment, paint a blossom pink
Or, spill a canon, sage

how endless are the avenues
and trails that ink-blades blaze
through wilds borne from font-curlicues 
centuries cannot faze

behold the rolling sea unfurled
upon a barren page
or, ink-frigates that sail the world
 while blizzards brawl and rage 

how holy are the howls of ink
unveiled for all to see
far able to eclipse the wink
of mere mortality

how wonderful, how terrible
the ways of ink reveal
the broken, yet invincible
beauty of love's appeal 

how wildly ink attempts to snare
Thought's beast and set it free
upon a stage of parchment where
 a poem waits to be  

how wonderful the ways of ink
how strangely 'fun', the verge
of waiting on a poem's brink
to see what will emerge 

Janet Martin

how wonderful the ways of ink
as swirls upon a stage
of parchment, paint a blossom pink
Or, spill a canon, sage




Saturday, November 1, 2025

For Goodness' Sake

 It's November, which means-

2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 1
For the 2025 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, 
poets write a poem a day in the month of November. 

Job 1:21
And he (Job) said: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, 
And naked shall I return there. 
The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; 
Blessed be the name of the LORD.”

Eccles.12:7
Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, 
And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

Today, waiving all entrance fees...


Before we can partake...

Extends fresh opportunities...

(Today is my mother's birthday!
She enjoys scones so hopefully these Classic Pumpkin Scones 
will bring a bit of 'special' to her day.)





Naked we came into this world
For all we gain and learn
When life’s final breath is unfurled
Naked we will return

So rather than accumulate
What we soon leave behind
Tis better far to concentrate
On being good and kind

For we all share in common this;
Our empty-handed birth
And, to mimic life’s genesis
So too, we leave this earth

Today, (waiving all entrance fees
Before we can partake)
Extends fresh opportunities
To live for Goodness’ sake

So then, for goodness’ sake let’s make
Kindness a common goal
Remembering that all we take
Beyond This, is the Soul

Janet Martin





Thursday, October 30, 2025

Of First Receiving ...

John 4:24
God is Spirit, and those who worship Him 
must worship in spirit and truth.”

If we were nothing more than what we could achieve
 by our own merit, we at best, would be pitiful.
Every opportunity we make the most of
 is possible only by abilities first God-granted.
The athlete, the artist, the architect,
the scholar, the teacher, the laborer, 
the business magnate, the journalist, the preacher etc.
pursues, performs, accomplishes and excels, 
only through the grace of first receiving
the gifts of health and strength, 
of intellect and perception, etc.
Because of these mercies/provisions/blessings we, 
not by our own merit but by the grace of God,
ought not hide in fear, but with constant courage 
each day ask God to make us a vessel He pours through.
 Then, whatever we get right is to His glory
and whatever we get wrong is to our refinement
as we keep learning, no matter who or how old we are.

so, no matter how great (like winning the World Series, 
(oops!! like trying to win the World Series)




 or small (like preserving pumpkins) 




we owe our best to He from whom we have first received  

So, no matter 
how great or small
The task at 
present seems
We owe our 
Very Best of All
To He who 
grants the means
To seize each 
opportunity
With noble 
intention
Because of who 
grants you and me
Ability. 
Amen

Janet Martin

Matt.6:9-13

In this manner, therefore, pray:
Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name.
 Your kingdom come.
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
 Give us this day our daily bread.
 And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors.
 And do not lead us into temptation,
But deliver us from the evil one.
[a]For Yours is the kingdom
and the power 
and the glory forever. 
Amen.




Wednesday, October 29, 2025

A Birthday Prayer For You, Dear Mother (For Each and Every Day)

 


On Saturday, Lord willing, Mom will
celebrate her 83rd birthday!
Today we gathered for our annual 
daughter-daughter-in-law birthday 'tea' .

The past two years have been so bittersweet as we
miss Lucy at these gettogethers.

The photo below of mom and dad, was taken on Sept. 17,
on Lucy's porch swing.


Mom and dad are getting older and with aging comes new challenges
that require fresh leaps of faith and courage.
With these changes I pray that we (their family) return
in every way we can, the help and sacrifice
they modeled so generously through their whole life! 


A Birthday Prayer for You, Dear Mother
(for each and every day)

May God’s unfailing hope and love
And might and mercy cheer
Each step of faith with His Enough
To calm the storms of fear

May God’s enduring promises
Anoint faith’s earnest prayer
With Very Present Help to bless
And meet each need and care

May God’s sufficient grace increase
As years go by, to gird
Each longing of the soul with peace
And courage through his Word

May God’s abiding Spirit fill
Your heart with comfort true
No matter what befalls, He will
Not fail to care for you

Dear Mother, may God’s goodness bear
And bind you night and day
With joy and peace beyond compare
In Jesus Name I pray

Amen

Rom.15:13
Now the God of hope
fill you with all joy and peace in believing,
that ye may abound in hope,
through the power of the Holy Ghost.

Ps.46:1
God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.