Saturday, November 19, 2011
A Hand to Hold
May we never brush off as a mindless cliché
The words that will hold us through life’s rise and fall
There really is One who will show us the way…
And ‘God really will take care of it all’.
Janet Martin
It seems we can grow calloused to the power of His word
as we try to shoulder our own cares in this world…
Come unto Me, all You who are weary and heavy-laden
And I will give you rest. Matt. 11:28
I pray that each of us somewhere in this world can find
a 'Jesus with skin on'...A hand to hold when we are lonely,
A shoulder to lean on...we all need that.
Will we be someone's hand or shoulder today?
Adding to my Suspicions
You crumple the blue clouds into a dark ball
Adding a chill to each breath you exhale
You strip away lingering petals of fall
And petrify frostily, dawn’s misty veil
You slip your fingers beneath my coat-collar
And laugh, as I shiver at your icy clutch
Gathering your troops, you sweep into the hollow
Where flowers relinquished their blooms to your touch
You moan at my doorway and rattle the window
Grabbing my attention from embers that glow
And I must admit you have raised my suspicions…
…I think you are holding a world full of snow
Janet Martin
Wife's Suspicious Mind...
My dear, I believe I owe you
A sincere apology
Maybe I really don’t know you
And you expected nothing from me
When you left me a ‘love-note’ this morning
Then called me up at noon
To see how my day was going
Saying ‘honey, I’ll be home soon,
and oh, I forgot to tell you
that you still look like a teen to me
and you’re really hot in your new jeans’
H-m-m-m, what new jeans I ask me…
And maybe when you asked how I’m feeling
You were asking about my health
And when you helped me clean up the kitchen
You wanted nothing in return for yourself
And those flowers you brought home this evening
Are a most lovely center-piece
Thank-you for helping me clean up
I hate when the place is a mess
And when you asked me how I was feeling
Right then I was feeling all right
But suddenly I am dog-tired
And I have a head-ache tonight…
Janet Martin
...okay, I could not resist a little fun;)
To all of the guys who would love to court their wives with genuine chivalry,
without our suspicion or feminist attitude which has made it very difficult
for the dear gentle-men in our midst...I sincerely apologize
for today's prompt: Suspicious mind
Mom's Suspicious Mind
If you whistle
When you never whistle
Or amble nonchalantly
Across the floor
With a furtive second-glance
Over your shoulder
Or a tip-toeing exit
Out the back door
I get suspicious…
If you over-agree
When I give you advice
And tell me I’m beautiful
And everything nice
If you whisper and giggle
Until I poke in my head
Then you turn to your home-work
Like nothing was said
I get suspicious…
If I ask where you were
And what you were doing
To bring you home
At quarter-past three
And all you can say is
‘Honestly, nothing’
I hear an echo
In my memory
…and I get suspicious
Janet Martin
Today's prompt; Suspicious mind
Friday, November 18, 2011
Too Late #2
Too late to re-speak
A word, once spoken
Too late to un-break
A promise, when broken
Too late to reclaim
From infinite cyber-land
A message of shame
If you have hit ‘send’
Too late to undo
A deed that is done
Or to say ‘I love you’
Or 'I need you'
Or 'I'm sorry'
Or 'thank-you'
After they are gone…
Janet Martin~
Poem-a-day Prompt: too late
Too Late
It's too late
to undo yesterday
but Today
gleams like a beacon
of opportunity
across life's sands
Janet
Today's Prompt; Too late
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-18
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Cold Gold
The night inhales the billows
That glowered through the day
Tonight they brush earth’s pillow
In whispers silver-gray
But for a little moment
Twixt the daylight and the eve
They parted low-flung shutters
To release a gold-flecked sea
The dull, gray emptiness transformed
As dazzling butterflies
Fell, in a glorious sudden storm
From heaven’s golden eyes
Janet
Yes, those were 'snow mountains' in the sky this morning...
(see earlier post, The Dawning)
for a few brief moments the sun broke through and the snow passed through a bar of light
in a rush of gold...
My Druthers...(a re-post for Thurs. think-tank)
I’druther you were painfully honest with me
And my feelings would sting for a while
Than to walk with you down a fern-lined street
As you lie to me through your smile
I’druther be a little homely
Than a cheap and painted fraud
Who wears a mask to fool people
Forgetting I can never fool God
I’ruther be poor and happy
Learning to be content
Than rich with a pocket of fool’s gold
That brings no joy when it’s spent
I’druther have one friend who is honest
Than a hundred which seem to lack
The ability to be faithful
As they stab me in the back
I’druther have a house full of laughter
With furniture battered and scarred
Than live in a palace that’s silent
With every façade unmarred
I’druther have my arms full of children
Than trophies and accolades
And I like a ten-minute vacation
Beneath the willow’s shade
I’druther drive my ugly mini-van
With a happy family
Than be alone with a perfect tan
In a red Lamborghini
I’druther have a little trouble
Here on my acre of sod
Than live in a perfect bubble
Where I would never need God
And my feelings would sting for a while
Than to walk with you down a fern-lined street
As you lie to me through your smile
I’druther be a little homely
Than a cheap and painted fraud
Who wears a mask to fool people
Forgetting I can never fool God
I’ruther be poor and happy
Learning to be content
Than rich with a pocket of fool’s gold
That brings no joy when it’s spent
I’druther have one friend who is honest
Than a hundred which seem to lack
The ability to be faithful
As they stab me in the back
I’druther have a house full of laughter
With furniture battered and scarred
Than live in a palace that’s silent
With every façade unmarred
I’druther have my arms full of children
Than trophies and accolades
And I like a ten-minute vacation
Beneath the willow’s shade
I’druther drive my ugly mini-van
With a happy family
Than be alone with a perfect tan
In a red Lamborghini
I’druther have a little trouble
Here on my acre of sod
Than live in a perfect bubble
Where I would never need God
Janet~
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