The End of the Ball

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/12/mag-97.html

She parts her lips in a paper smile
it is to late to retrieve
innocence
so she waves and laughs for a little while
other throats to appease
and at a glance
she appears to have it all
but the keen observer
is not deceived
behind darkened lashes
lies a haunted void
of grief and need
silencing the infamous laugh
as she signs off her debt

Janet

A Christmas Song

Hail the fruit of Mary’s womb

In joyous celebration

Hail the Victor of death’s tomb

With hope’s grand exaltation

For this is He who sent His Son

And gave to us a Christmas song

Hail, the hand that held the nails

So we may be forgiven

Hail this love that never fails

And seals our hope in Heaven

Come gather ‘round and bend your knee

Hail, hail the One who sets men free

Hail, the Seed of mystery

The God who put on flesh

To walk among humanity

And suffer unto death

Lift up your heart and lift your voice

Mankind has reason to rejoice

Hail the King on Heaven’s throne

The Babe whom angels heralded

The Son who passed through Caesar’s stone

Where roman soldiers guarded

Hail Jesus Christ, God’s precious Son

Who gave to us a Christmas song

Janet~

All over the world our voices unite

To hail the King on this holy night!

It's beginning to feel and smell and look and taste a lot like Christmas!

Here is a peek of Christmas prep at the Martin's.

A Child's Ecstasy...

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/12/word-with-laurie.html

'I just have no idea what this could be!'
she says as she peeks under the tree
continuing to explore and shake,
and find the packages with her name
as starlight dances in her gaze
and angels light the smile on her face.

Mom~

Ho, Ho, Ho;)) I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Santa been workin’ extra hard this year

Santa gonna need some of his own Christmas cheer

Santa deserves a special delight

So give your Santa some lovin’ tonight

All year long he seems forgot

And doesn’t seem to need a lot

No one thinks of his needs because

After all, he's Santa Claus

Santa been lookin’ a little tired of late

So don’t just leave cookies on that Christmas plate

Leave him some kisses, and after his milk

Show him a little delight in silk…

…Santa’s been working so very hard

Santa is looking a little tired

Santa' is needin' some ho, ho, ho

So grab him beneath the mistle-toe

Janet~

A Different Kind of Ecstasy...

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/12/word-with-laurie.html

prompt; write a poem on ecstasy in 5 minutes...

Ecstasy is…

Understanding your heart when I can’t touch your face…

Or when we are apart, I can still taste your kiss

Ecstasy is…

Tracing the outline of you

Into a poem where wishes come true

Ecstasy is…

Knowing that you feel what I feel

And know what I’m saying when I’ve said nothing at all

Ecstasy is…

Not only in the holding of you, but in the letting go

It is a gift to ache because of love, don't you know?

Ecstasy is…

My pulse quickening beneath your touch

And wishing you wouldn’t be gone so much

J~

And there is a thrill bordering ecstasy to write about it in 5 mins.;)

Bethlehem's Star

Bethlehem’s star has not dimmed its glow

It beams clearly now as it did long ago

Into the darkness of earth’s desperate night

Bethlehem’s star still offers His light

Still now we gather in awe of His might

To wonder and worship and seek this true Light

Over each cradle and grave see it shine

Mercy and goodness and love so divine

‘Peace on the earth and goodwill to all men’

A message of hope as true now as then

Come one and all, oh, come as you are

Follow the Light of Bethlehem’s star

Janet~

“Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” Matt. 2:1

Ode to December

The grapevine o’er the lintel
Has lost its musky fare
The plot that is my garden
Returns an icy stare
The barefoot boy of summer
Sleeps soundly in his bed
Lulled by a song of winter
Through stark trees overhead

The ship waits in the mooring
For screaming gales to pass
No breeze or warm tide luring
From shores of wind-swept grass
On furrowed field of daisy
December woos her mate
Where once the breeze was lazy
And blooms declared love’s fate

No tiny bud or blossom
To clothe the barren limb
Upon earth’s frigid bosom
The little day grows dim
Night draws its cobalt awning
Before daydreams are through
As deeper shades of evening
Transform white plains to blue

The dusty lanes of summer
The long, slow afternoon
Have fled to kinder pastures
Beneath a warmer moon
The sun-drenched haunts of August
Don winter's testing shawl
While on its gleaming canvas
A thousand memories fall

Dance to the song of snow-flakes
And hold your loved ones near
Three seasons worth of toiling
Have traced another year
Dance to the tune of memories
In winter's frigid bliss
For soon her frosty candor
Will melt in Spring's soft kiss


Janet~

Thoughts on Solitary...

http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/

The whole world over
We hold one solitary thing in common
…this moment

The only things ever accomplished were done,
Not in yesterday or tomorrow
But in that solitary gift of today

Only one, only one
Do not waste it away
Only one life
To work and to play
Only one, only one
What a beautiful gift
Tell me my friend
Are you cherishing it?
Only one, only one
Quickly it is done
What will they say of us
When we are gone?


There is a torch for tomorrow
And all generation to come
A solitary Light in our sorrow
The Light that will guide us Home

Few are the things that are changeless
But God sent His precious Son
And now by the light of Jesus love
Safely He’ll guide us Home

How great is the love of the Father
That He sent His own flesh and blood
That all who call upon Him
Will be called the sons of God

Earth has many boasts to offer
But none can compare in worth
To the solitary love of the Father
Who sent His Son to this earth

Janet~

Praise Him...Jesus is the solitary reason for the season!