Places

There are places in my mind
I re-visit and never should
Then there are other places
I’d go back to if I could
But the memory is dimmed
By a misty shroud
Enveloped by time
In a hazy cloud

There are places I visit that
Are tender and dear
I go there once in a while
just to feel you near
Then there are places I avoid
For what is the use
Of returning to them....
I will remain a recluse

I sometimes visit the places
Where I hear the laughter
That rings in the corridors
Of my mind long after
The dance has ended
And our ways have parted
But I cannot
Remain broken-hearted

So I return
Surely there must be
A way to bring
Those days back to me
I return
Only to see
How far they have slipped
Away from me




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Janet Martin

Lookin' Good

My, my but those jeans sure do look fine on you
And I’m thinkin’ you feel mighty fine in them too……

Is that a brand new outfit you’re sporting today?
Sure wish I could wear my new clothes that way……

You sure do turn heads as you walk down the street
The envy of all from your top to your feet

Let’s face it, anything looks great on you
You look as good in the old as you do in the new

Whether it’s Armani, Gucci or Klein
Or perhaps from a thrift store…….it all looks fine

But let’s not forget the most important part
While we look on the outside God sees the heart

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Addiction....

Pink cotton candy on a soft blue sea

Heaven sighing in the ever-green tree

Barn-swallows dipping and soaring again

Why must poetry live inside my brain?

I am enslaved as a drunk to his brew

When I sleep in my grave perhaps I’ll be free too

But to lay down my pen is to close my eyes

To the midnight hush and the ruby sunrise

I must need to be deaf and dumb and blind

If poetry shall not plague my mind

I will not resist her taunting plea

For poetry exists inside of me

Why do I feel the need to explain

The chromosome which forms my brain

Alas, alas sweet woe is me

I am addicted to poetry

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Janet Martin

YES, YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION.....

YOU MAY LAUGH!!!!!!

Okay, so my decision to not write

lasted approx. 12 hrs.!!!

That's pretty good:)

You see I was doing okay

my decision seemed right

by the light of day

I had no urge to write....

but then tonight as the sun went down

and the summer day was wrapped in an evening gown

God flung His best handiwork into the sky

as He seemed to be asking, "Tell Me, why?"

SEE YOU IN SEPTEMBER...or Tomorrow

When she bows her reluctant head
And relinquishes her charm
When I see with joy and dread
The maples auburn arm
And autumn sighs within my ear
While I must shed a silent tear
To know her mantle has been cast
And another summer’s passed
When azure blue is a dusty hue
As the grapes that cling to the vine
I will see you again but until then
I must enjoy the summer sunshine!!!!

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Eighth Great Wonder of the World

Laughter like ripples of sunshine
Across the summer lawn
Smiles as bright as noonday
Greet me in every dawn
Heaven wraps its finest
Precious as a pearl
Love pure and untarnished
In a little girl

Soft and sweet affection
In her little arms
She is the reflection
Of innocence and charm
What a tender wonder
This precious little girl
And I think there are eight
Great wonders in this world

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And With The Dawn.... or Lucky One

And with the dawn comes a fresh awareness
A new gratitude
I’m filled with thankfulness
My passion renewed
You have been such a
Precious friend to me
If there’s no thing as luck
Well then, unlucky me
I can’t imagine my world without you
And with the dawn and with the dew
I know I’m the lucky one
I love you

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Summer Sunrise

You are always out of reach
Rising like a burnished peach
Glimmering and amber-glazed
Once again I stand amazed……

…..As in the silence of the dawn
Here I am to look upon
The work of heaven’s outstretched hand
In lemon splashes on the sand

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There's So Much To Do.....

There’s so much to do
when you’re in love
the sky is so blue
as it smiles from above
How gold is the sun,
How merry the river
And the meadows we run in
stretch on forever
we could sit all night
listening to the tune
of soft starlight
and opaque moon
and there’s never enough
hours in a day
to do all we could
or say all we could say
and dreams are as endless
as infinity above
there’s so much to do
when you’re in love
but
where there is no love
the window is small
often there’s nothing
to do at all

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Janet Martin