Tuesday, December 6, 2011
As You Whisper
Your lips brushing close to my ear
With secrets only you and I can hear
A surge of rare intimacy
Laced with passion
Rushes through me
As you whisper
It may be a sudden, casual thought
But then again, it may be not
As others glance at us curiously
My heart pauses
Momentarily
As you whisper
No hint escapes but the slightest smile
Darling, your whispers drive me wild
It doesn’t need to be much
I just like it when
Your lips almost touch
Me, as you whisper
J~
His Whispers
In white tissue paper and ribbons of blue
And whispers of mercy unfurled
In offerings of patience and grace ever new
He grants a fresh dawn to this world
In smiles of wee children and thoughts of a friend
In hands of compassionate care
God grants to this earth little whispers of Him
As we lift to Him humble prayer...
Janet~
This morning the earth looks like a gift
wrapped in blue and white...
Monday, December 5, 2011
Love Poem
It tugs at me with restless force
And strength I can’t explain
It fills me with fiery discourse
And bitter-sweetest pain
Vexation of the purest kind
A tempest wild and blue
And yet the thing that soothes my mind
…it is the thought of you
Love is a many splendored bloom
It is both rose and thorn
A gentle fragrance in the room
The heart within me, torn
Thus, I do not resist its pain
Or withhold any pleasure
In every heartbeat you remain
My everlasting treasure
J~
Saving Grace
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The stench is palpable
winter,
fish sandwiches,
coffee and sweat,
but the most over-powering element
in the crowded room
is not the smell
but the heavy pall
of loneliness
and tedium...
The back-to-work whistle,
their saving grace
Janet~
Jesus Christ Forever
Soon we shall lay aside this robe
Of weakness, flesh and want
Where all the sorrows of this globe
Cannot torment nor taunt
Then sickness, need and selfish gain
Return, as we, to dirt
With no more tears of grief or pain
To vex, dismay and hurt
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
This is the way of man
Doomed, as convicts to our lust
But for One greater plan
As Love descended from His throne
A babe in Bethlehem
To give His life and to atone
For all the sins of men
No greater gift will ever be
Than that first Christmas Day
When God gave to rebels as we
His precious Son to slay
But as He looked beyond His loss
It satisfied His favor
For He saw victory in the Cross
As Jesus became Savior
Come; gather ‘round this Christmas Day
Join in the celebration
For the Truth, the Life, the Way
Is free to every nation
Lift up your hearts in praise to Him
For none on earth can sever
Us from the Babe in Bethlehem
Jesus Christ forever
Janet Martin
Sunday, December 4, 2011
New Year's Eve Party...for Two;)
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
Vanilla-scented moments, smooth as silk
Melt on Time’s subtle trivet
Dripping over its crusted precipice
Without an inkling of thought
Mission completed
Fodder for genuflection
Air laden with desire
Amorous fantasies
Morphing reality...
...Somewhere a dog barks
As December becomes January
Unnoticed
J~
These Prayers are not Vanilla
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
A light on a precipice high above life
My bark laden down with its cares
But my mission will not succumb to this strife
I’m kept by my dear mother’s prayers
It’s more than a subtle inkling of hope
More than an amorous poem
In foam-crusted tempest my vessel will cope
As my mother’s prayers lead me home
Faithful trivet in life’s testing flame
A glow in the chill of December
In my mind I hear her whisper my name
As I genuflect and remember
Janet Martin
Sunday Wordle words are; 1.December, 2.vanilla, 3.precipice, 4.subtle, 5. Inkling, 6. Bark, 7.crusted, 8.laden, 9.genuflect,10. mission, 11.amorous, 12. trivet
Okay, the title is a stretch, I admit…but I wanted to use vanilla!
I also had not quite used up all my light-house ideas from 'real-toads' this week so this is what decided my theme for the first crack at these words...
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The Darkness of Winter
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The dark of winter
Creeps over daylight hours
Warm surf is a dream
Darkness of winter
Settles on desolate fields
Thought is a hunter
I find strange comfort
As the darkness of winter
Lures me to firelight
Janet~
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