Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Afterglow......


You shed your sigh upon the path
That I am forced to tread
You turn my eye, with gentle laugh
Toward horizons red
Upon the evenings dusty-blue
I see the shadows grow
As I behold an avenue
Of Augusts’ afterglow

The air is laden with the bloom
Of sensuous memories
Drink the misty night perfume
And summer’s sultry breeze
Celebrate without remorse
Each sun-drenched reverie
For none can sway you from your course
As ageless as the sea

You reach for me, I turn away
This is my hour of sorrow
For as this night turns into day
It will be tomorrow….
And there upon September’s page
My teardrops fall like snow
As I review a silent stage
And Augusts’ afterglow

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Janet Martin

Monday, August 30, 2010

Gwen.....


Her name was Gwen
She was black and white
She would look at me
In devilish delight
As the little ‘milk-maid’
Would splash and slide
Through grass and weeds
And fresh-made ‘pies’
And nothing in the world
Would alter her gait
As she looked back and laughed
At the little milk-maid

Co’ boss, co’ boss,
The sing-song plea
Seemed to be lost
On ‘her royalty’
In rubber farm-boots
Two sizes too small
The milk-maid would beg
And the milk-maid would call
Co’ boss, co’ boss
Won’t you hurry please?
With a toss of her head
Gwen would pause ‘neath the trees

They say there’s one
In every crowd
And Gwen took the blame
Standing tall and proud
A yell and a poke
And a slap on the rump
Didn’t even make
Her ‘royalty’ jump
Through the gate at last
Prodded into place
Gwen lifted her tail
And slapped my face

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Janet Martin

It is very hot and humid today.
I was telling the kids what it
Used to be like in this weather
At milking time….
….and a flood of memories rolled over me!

Future.....


I held the future today
He looked at me in the most curious way
Innocent wonder and wide-eyed delight
Restless, mischievous, with no hate or spite
Waiting to absorb what we do and say
Oh, I held the future today…….

For just a little while
The future is ours in the heart of a child
Moments to guide, to mold and to teach
Before they leave our side; out of reach
But worth every tear, every sigh and each smile
The future is ours for a little while….

I hold the future today
The sweet, precious minutes slip softly away
The heart of this child will soon be a man
What are the values on which he will stand?
God, teach me to teach him the one true Way
As I hold the future today

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Janet Martin



Children are our FUTURE!!!!!

Someone Loves You.....


Brush the journey from your brow
The sorrow from your eye
There’s a new day waiting now
A dance for you and I
Shake the slumber from your mind
And disappointment too
Look up, look up and you will find
Someone loves you

Sentimental echoes tune
The pages of the past
But there is blue beyond the moon
And night approaching fast
The canvas of unwritten song
Glimmers in the dew
Look up; look up, the day is young
And Someone love you

Night breathes in the thread of dawn
Hatred vies with love
Past and present soon are one
And so the forces move
A soulful melody awaits
A sigh of ethereal blue
Look up look up to heavens gates
For Someone loves you

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Janet Martin

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Be Still.....


Be still
Let the mask of the day
Slip away….

Be still
Let the silence render
Her touch, sad and tender…

Be still…….
On terrestrial wings
Heaven sings….

Be still…….
Justice will have her day
Be still, and pray

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Janet Martin

Truth.....


He told her that he loved her
And he tried real hard
He brought her flowers
And he mowed the yard
He whispered ‘sweetheart’
When the night was still
But he could not forget….
…against his will

He did not weep
At least not by day
But when she was asleep
Memories would prey
Silent and secret
The tears he shed
She could never be the one
That he could not forget

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Janet Martin

Friday, August 27, 2010

Holding On....


She holds on to the pain
A bitter curse
Yet living without it
Would be worse
Unshed tears can burn for years
She knows it’s true
But it’s all that she has left
To hold on to

She holds on to the pain
Sweet agony
There’s comfort in the wind
And misery
She wears her chosen sorrows
Like a cloak
Clinging to the fragments
Of her hope

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Janet Martin

Twilight...


I see the twilight spilling
Out across the summer fields tonight
A cradle warm and willing
Holding on to softly fading light
I hear the music falling
Heaven’s mandolin in golden tones
And I hear Autumn calling
In dusty pink upon the cobblestones

Seems I’ve quickly reached the hour
Where I’m more than satisfied
Just to watch the sleepy flower
In the glowing even-tide
Seems I’ve found fulfillment
With a wee girl at my knee
Drinking in the stillness
Of a twilight melody

I hear the truth in tender whispers
Everything Time gives it will retrieve
Ah, Time is but a flicker and a vapor
A little summer and a little winter’s eve
I see the twilight creeping
Out across the summer fields tonight
But there’s no use in weeping
As another day slips out of sight….

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Janet Martin