Slow Dancing to Life's Music

Barefoot and blue jeans
Does it get any better
Favorite music
My old, worn sweater
Little girl slipping
Her hand into mine
I turn to kiss her
But she’s grown up and gone
And the flip-side of loving
Is sweet memories
So I dance to life’s music
In faded blue jeans
As I recall what I love
And what I miss
Oh does it get any better than this?



Five o’clock shadow
Caressing my cheek
Darling, there are no words
Left to speak
Full moon reminding me
Of all that is not
And how much is missing
In all that I’ve got
And waiting is longer
Than than it used to be
But struggle makes us stronger
If love is the key
As hope fills the hollow
Of things that I miss
Oh, does it get any better than this?

Bare feet and blue jeans
Deep blue full moon night
Desire and duty
And dreaming take flight
My head on your shoulder
Your hand finding mine
Let’s slow dance, darling
I know we’ll be fine
For all that we have
Out-weighs what is not
Oh, what a beautiful
Love we have got
As you hold me closer
Dancing is bliss
Oh, does it get any better than this?

Janet~

To miss is to love...

Beneath the Same, White Moon

Beneath the dark umbrella of night
Silence is amplified
As sound becomes the keener sight
And thought a swift-winged ride

Beneath its wide seamless canopy
As present and past entwine
Thoughts of you keep me company
And oh, your company is fine

Beneath the backdrop of the dawn
Life's imminent history
I wonder where the years have gone
And what is yet to be

Beneath the pining of the dark
As whispers ache and bleed
My thought ignites a sudden spark
And longing becomes need

Beneath the same, still, silent sky
Beneath the same white moon
I wonder where you are tonight
And will you be home soon…


J~

I took the kids out for a final shopping trip last night..
It was special, fun.
The night was glorious and still after excitement was lulled to dreamland
and mother stood on the porch drinking in the night sky(and coffee)...
(there is a reason my blogs contain the word 'porch')
on its step I ponder, reflect, and for me thought bleeds in one medium...poetry;))
thus a short-lived resolve not to write for a while. If the break happens, it happens and if not then it was not meant to be
Blessings~

Christmas Poems

If the joy of Christmas

Were as brief as its date

I think it would be

A season to hate…

I love the delights

That Christmas imparts

But only because

Of His love in my heart

Jesus...

The celebration of hope in one Birth

Jesus…

Perfect gift of love sent to earth

Jesus…

A message time cannot restrain

To God

Be the glory forever, Amen

(first I had the word 'Christmas' instead of 'Jesus''

but Christmas is JESUS)

Cradle, cross and resurrection

This is my Christmas reflection…

Janet

Reason to Celebrate...

It’s not in the lights

The shortbread, fruitcake

It’s not in the special

Christmas cards that we make

Though each are their own gift

They would lose their delight

If God had not so loved us

On that first Christmas night

It’s not in the presents

Underneath the tree

Not in decorations

So lovely to see

The wonderful carols

Would not fill us with mirth

If God had not given

His Son to this earth

…and here IS the reason

We celebrate thus

God in His mercy

Gave His Son to us

So that all who believe

Will not perish in sin

But they will receive

Eternal life through Him

Janet

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16

to those who are saying ...huh?:) I'm postponing my 'break'...a little;))

Merry Christmas!

I am taking a Christmas cyber-break!
But before I do I would like to take
A moment to wish you goodness and cheer
As we celebrate Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Janet Martin

God Bless you all
and may He be our reason
to celebrate this season!

I was planning on doing a live greeting but I can't figure out how to get it to work on here so this will have to do;)
Thank-you all, who visit, read and encourage.

Preparing for Christmas...(a note to self)

http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2011/12/11/be-prepared-prompt-33/

Poinsettia for the table

Bloom of festivity

Pretty little angel

To grace the Christmas tree

Lights and pretty candles

Lending their gentle glow

In tiny golden circles

Wee choirs in the snow

Cookies, cakes and puddings

In volumes quite obscene

Large and tiny presents

Wrapped in bright red and green

Songs extol the season

And malls the latest rave

Excuses become reason

As dollars become brave

Stress finds brand new victims

And cheer loses its mirth

All in the preparation

To celebrate His birth

Shopping lists extended

Beyond the budget’s creed

Holly, jolly merchants

Disguising greed as need

Christmas Eve descending

We brave the cold perhaps

To find within a chapel

A pew, where we collapse

My house sure looks amazing

The food, a work of art

Wouldn’t it be something

If this had been my heart?

Janet

Portions

Somehow, in spite of profusion of words

Silence remains stark; profound

We cannot dissuade unalterable truth

With the clang of syllabic sound

Somehow, though continents loom between

And geographically keep us apart

I hear the whisper of you deep within

And feel you against my heart

Somehow, by the rise and the setting of sun

We measure our portion of days

Darling, to love you I have only begun

Oh, let me count the ways

Somehow, life slips through the curtain of dusk

Its presence subtle and swift

Silence and distance and longing and love

Are portions of its tender gift

J~

Summation of Time

Time doles out the same amount

Of hours in a day to each of us

From generation to generation

It is not how much of it we have

But what we do with it

That will be our life’s summation

Twenty-four hours in a day

Three-hundred and sixty-five days per year

Save for that one in four

Why, in an age of modern conveniences

Do we seem to have less time

To spare, not more

Janet

Time

The moon climbs above the horizon

A stealthy, crimson eye

Pushing the remnants of evening

Into the dark, blue sky

I stand on earth’s silver palette

Night is frozen and vast

And it seems I can almost hear it

Present becoming past

The sky is a boundless portal

An ocean of infinite calm

Unfathomable to mortal

This speck in eternity’s palm

Here in the solace of midnight

Comfort and longing vie

To be the whisper of moonlight

Gleaming in my eye

Time is a thief of moments

Yet, time is a moment’s source

Hastening, ever hastening

Yet never a glimpse of its force

The moon climbs above the horizon

Translucent hand on Time’s clock

No man knows the day or the hour

When this cosmic time-piece will stop

Janet~

http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-our-inspiration-this-week-ive-taken.html