Blessing...or Curse?

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-think-tank-80-choices.html

Choice…the blessed curse

Wake or sleep?

Coffee or tea?

Toast, eggs or cereal

Or all three?

Milk whole, skim, low-fat, no-fat

Hair-style, straight or curl?

Or an up-do in a clip?

Mother-ish or girl?

Flats or heels?

Skirt or jeans?

Black or denim?

Dirty or clean?

Wing it alone?

Or, pause to pray?

Say, Good job, son

Or have nothing to say?

Consume longing?

Or be content?

Seek or observe?

Music or silence?

Hope or despair?

Foolish or wise?

Laughter or self-pity?

Truth or lies?

Peace and deliverance

Or anger and strife?

It’s up to you, my friend

But we get only

One life

Janet

We become the choices we make!

Life is a sequence of choices.

Choice is free, but consequence is inevitable.

Choose, this day who you will serve...Joshua 24:15

The Clear Winner...

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-think-tank-80-choices.html

Prompt: choices

H-m-m-m

To write or not to write

An addiction is never

Really a fight

Unless we desire to over-come

I’m addicted to the love of word

So writing wins

Every time

Janet

Great Gain

Lord, give me eyes to see the little things within each day

Open my heart and help me learn to see You in this way

A thousand, thousand whispers from You brush earth’s weary sod

Open up my ears so I may listen to You thus, oh God

I have no need for riches that will tarnish, fade and rust

But help me Lord to gather treasures of the heart, not dust

Lord, open up my eyes to see the wonder of Your love

Flowing from moments within reach from portals up above

Contentment is life’s greatest gain, combined with godliness

Lord, teach me then how to remain within its quietness

Janet

Godliness with contentment is great gain…1 Tim. 6:6

The Measure of Success

Our lives are not measured by milestones
Or how much money we make
But they are measured by moments
In every breath that we take

Day’s fulfillment holds no guarantee
Life is a fragile thread
Only our God can clearly see
The road that lies ahead

The proof of success is not tallied
By one major accomplishment
But it is proven, step by step
In moments wisely spent

Yesterday is memory’s echo
Tomorrow is a vast mystery
But here in this beautiful moment,
Breathes a dream’s opportunity

Our lives are not measured by triumphs
Or failure’s bitterest taste
Our lives are measured in moments
Far too precious to waste

This is the day the Lord has made
Oh what a wonderful chance
To live and laugh and love and learn
To weep and dream and dance

Janet

I’ve noticed something over the years on my blog…
In ‘searches’ the amount of times
the words ‘alone’ and ‘loneliness’ are searched
are quadrupled over all the other searches combined.
A stark statement of hunger in this world…

This is the day the Lord has made,
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalms 118:24


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tych9nFpq3M&feature=autoplay&list=FLsqea52gOM17vOYBlwPVKvA&lf=mh_lolz&playnext=12

Separations

As the winter rains wash the world
Theirs crumbles
Silence is a long and painful good-bye
In veiled shambles

Soft as a baby's breathing morning wakes
Flicker of hope
But, how does one shatter an invisible cage?
Air is hard to grope

To wish on another, weakness
Is an all-time low
But oh,in a thousand new lows she wishes
He could not say ‘no’

She stares through the window; an unbidden mirror
A wall tear-drenched
'It takes two to protect and maintain walls'
Truth is a fearless wench

Across the room five-hundred channels worth
Of chatter swirls
Thick silence seeks the safety net of noise
As raindrops wash the world


J~

A Winter Night Idyll

https://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/idyll-thoughts-tuesday-tryouts/

The wind is restless
Like a caged lioness
Seeking a wanton release
Stark pencil-line tresses
Against the far west
Mark the horizon’s crease
Twilight is spilling
Its dark blue tequila
Into the deepening sky
Tinting the evening
Until earth is an ocean
And sailors are you and I

The moon rises slowly
In reverence holy
Over the eastern sill
The stark, barren limb
In the dark west has dimmed
And the moody breezes are still
The moon-kissed ground
With never a sound
Is transformed to a crystal hall
Its subtle enhancing
Designed for slow dancing
We are drifters at a midnight ball

Hold me, my dear
For I think I can hear
In the silence, a symphony
Each tree silhouette
Is a marionette
Miming a rare melody
And I feel it start
In the beat of your heart
Throbbing against my cheek
An invisible choir
Of unbridled desire
And passion too willing to speak

The gallant remains
Of yesterday’s chains
Dissolve in night’s potent embrace
Fearless fingertips
Warm our eyes and our lips
The moon turns to hide its face
As the wind grows restless
Like a caged lioness
And the star in the sky strikes three
These dancers must sail
‘Ere the moonlight grows pale
We are lovers lost at sea

J~



Margo, I have no idea if it fits the prompt
but it was a lot of fun to write.
After reading John Greenleaf Whittier; Snow-bound

and then the poem by Christopher Marlowe
my muse was stirred:))

The photo I took last night helped as well.

Lean Years

“Look Alenka,
I am returning to my boyish figure,
The result of lean years”
Alenka throws back her head
laughing as tears
bathe her cheeks
“Ach, Milosz, ve vill never
look like tventy again
And then she winks…
but ve can feel it, eh?”
Now Milosz laughs, and together
beautiful notes blend
in the warm, sweet night
Trouble will end
on a morrow still hidden from sight
Love will take them through hard times
He loves her more than words can say
So he chooses not to tell her just yet
He got laid off today….

Janet


http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/

The Architect (edited re-post )

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ (top photo) Above photo- Toronto, Ontario Canada


In the birth of high-rises
Towers, sky-scrapers
Below the rewards of
Man’s greatest endeavors
There, at the base
Of his grand architecture
Is the most amazing
And intricate creature
…man

Buildings may draw
Our gaping admiration
As we stand in awe
At an artists creation
But the inevitable remains
This is simply a street
Lined with structures
Of steel and concrete
...dust

But, every last man
In all of these masses
Though he lingers admiringly
Or hurriedly passes
Is of equal value
In the Creators eyes
We are His workmanship
Bought with a price
...blood

Buildings will crumble
There is nothing so grand
As to be immortal
Or above the command
Of One, who created
Not of stone or wood
But blew on the dust
And made flesh and blood
…man

Concrete and steel
Will decay and rust
Flesh and blood
Will return to dust
But within every man
And beyond our control
Dwells the immortal
The undying soul
...hope

Janet~

Architecture is such a pleasure
To behold
The completion
Of a great dream.
But as I stood gazing in admiration
As crowd upon crowd rushed by
It suddenly struck me,
Every single person, in every single city
Or in the remotest corner of the earth
Never escapes the eyes of his Creator.
Architects dream, build, die
None of their work will remain eternally
But every man, woman, child,
Who breathes upon this earth
Will meet their Creator!
Hallelujah, He has also given to everyone
Living Hope
For the soul that will never die.

After-effects of a Beautiful Time

There never was a perfect time for that…
The vacuum that seeks to inhale present joy
Should I succumb
But I cannot
For missing you is simply
The after-glow of a bloom
A lingering fragrance
Filling the room
And I will not languish
Too long in its pain
For some sweet, sweeter day
We will meet again
The curve in life's track
Steals you from my sight
Goodnight, oh my love
Good-night, goodnight
Love is not
A fleeting bloom of youth
It is the very essence
Of all truth
It does not leave us
Never to return
I wait, I weep, I walk, I yearn
And turn to love the moment I am in
For only, only moments
Never return again...

J~