http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2011/12/11/be-prepared-prompt-33/
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Preparing for Christmas...(a note to self)
http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2011/12/11/be-prepared-prompt-33/
Portions
Somehow, in spite of profusion of words
Silence remains stark; profound
We cannot dissuade unalterable truth
With the clang of syllabic sound
Somehow, though continents loom between
And geographically keep us apart
I hear the whisper of you deep within
And feel you against my heart
Somehow, by the rise and the setting of sun
We measure our portion of days
Darling, to love you I have only begun
Oh, let me count the ways
Somehow, life slips through the curtain of dusk
Its presence subtle and swift
Silence and distance and longing and love
Are portions of its tender gift
J~
Summation of Time
Time doles out the same amount
Of hours in a day to each of us
From generation to generation
It is not how much of it we have
But what we do with it
That will be our life’s summation
Twenty-four hours in a day
Three-hundred and sixty-five days per year
Save for that one in four
Why, in an age of modern conveniences
Do we seem to have less time
To spare, not more
Janet
Monday, December 12, 2011
Time
On Taking a Family Picture
When there is nothing very funny
Yet we find reason to snicker
If suddenly there seems to be
A sudden need to bicker
When insults freshly polished
Are muttered, hissed and hurled
As siblings are squeezed into
One square inch of the world
It must be family-picture-taking time
When father looks quite stern
And mother looks quite stressed
And we try to look quite proper
As we are quite primly dressed
When faces grow quite stiff
While smiles not quite freeze-dry
There really can only be
One valid reason why…
….family picture-taking-time
There are pinches, pokes and pushes
Then kicks and mother’s scolding
There are sighs and moans and groans
As our 'best smiles' we are holding
That turn out to be wasted
Because of an out-burst of laughter
Though we cannot remember
What was so funny after…
…family picture-taking time!
Okay, this is it,
Now every one POSE!
We all do our best…
One has their eyes closed!
One, two, three,
Let’s try again
‘a-w-w-w! I wasn’t ready
Sister’s being a pain!’
Oh, yes its family picture-taking-time
…so when father looks stern
And mother looks stressed
When we all try to look
Our very best
As we look at the camera
Smile and say ‘CHEESE!’
Tell me, this one is going to work
PL-E-E-E-A-SE!
Its family-picture-taking-time!
Take 70!
Janet…
Otherwise known as M-O-O-O-M!!!!
Yesterday I 'booked an appointment' with my family to be at home
so we can take a long over-due family picture...
p.s. I'm trying to pick one of the ump-teen photos to put into a card,
but one cannot edit eyes open,
or non-smiles into smiles or
add the rest of a person where it is cut off,
or un-cross eyes....the list goes on:)
My apologies to those of you who find photos hard to load...
This afternoon my internet is working but it is being very moody.
Once...
Because it is not in the measure
Of desire or despair
Or accumulation of
Fortune or faults
By which we are judged
When this clock halts…
And because I will never be able to reach
The point where I can
Justifiably throw stones
To hinder or hurt
Or forget that I too am
But a beggar clothed in dirt…
Or just because I cannot touch you
Does not mean that
I am unable to love you
Or meet you where
We can feel each other
In the arms of prayer…
Because this clock of life
Is wound but once
Never returning to yesterday
Or leaping to tomorrow
There is no need then
Either of its cares to borrow….
Because God will never
Discard me as hopeless
Or unworthy of His care
And because I need only to trust
From moment to moment
I can do what I must...
Because I cannot afford to squander
This gift wrapped in Time
I will choose only to love
You; for I have but a single chance
The clock of life
Is wound but once…
Janet~
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-our-inspiration-this-week-ive-taken.html
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thoughts on Thoughts
You align your presence
to the curve of my thought
The force of an ocean
in a heartbeat, caught
somewhere between
my lips and my sigh
like a ship being swallowed
by the sea and the sky
***
Behind our eyes
Intricately designed
Is an infinite cell
Simply called a mind
And from it will flow
All manner of thought
Our action will show
What words do not
***
In every action
In every deed
Whether minute or mighty
Thought is its seed
***
Do we serve thought?
Or are we its master?
Thought is the forerunner
To success or disaster
***
I thought I knew a little
But with each passing year
The little bit I thought I knew
Has seemed to disappear
***
My thoughts are always more beautiful
With you in them
***
What is the measure
Of one little thought?
Coupled with action
I believe…quite a lot!
***
Who can know the power
Of the mind at all
By it man becomes great
And by it great men fall
***
The power of a man
Cannot be defined
By physical attributes
But the strength of the mind
***
Physical strength, no matter how fine
Is oft overcome by weakness of mind...
***
What are you thinking about today?
My thought had been to post one poem on thought but as I thought about thought more thoughts appeared;))
Janet
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Someday Upon the Open Sky
(click on the wheel on your mouse to open the link to a wonderful song)
Someday upon the open sky
The sun and stars shall dim
As all God’s heavenly angels cry
Behold, behold your King
And from four corners of the earth
Each trembling knee will bend
To see the Child of lowly birth
On Heaven’s throne descend
Dare we to scoff and jeer and scorn
The One laid in a manger
For unto us a Child was born
That day to be our Savior
Someday upon the vaulted cloud
We will look up to see
That this is Jesus Christ the Lord
Love’s sacred Deity
Then the whole earth will turn to weep
At His pure holiness
But this true Shepherd knows His sheep
And they, the Shepherd’s voice
And those who long have waited for
The coming of their King
Will rise to meet their Shepherd Lord
And join the angels hymn
Janet Martin
I'm listening to the Christmas songs while doing housework.
Powerful messages in each one, words of hope and peace and joy and love.
Hallelujah!