Doomsday?

Poetics Aside Prompt: Doomsday Poem

 

We acquire the art

To close our minds

To things we do not want to hear

But God has said

‘Every eye shall see’

In that moment when He will appear

‘Every knee shall bow

Every tongue confess

As stars rain upon the sod

That this is He

The great I AM

Behold; the one true God

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They call it Doomsday

Ominous connotation

But for salvation

***

It must have felt like Doomsday…

*“God himself couldn’t

Sink the Titanic’ he said,

I guess he was wrong

*Walter Lord attributes it to a 'deck hand' at Southampton on April 10th 1912. He allegedly said it to Mrs Sylvia Caldwell, a second class passenger. See page 73 of the illustrated version of A Night to Remember.

***

Doomsday at last

Everyone relaxes...

...no more death

and no more taxes!

Janet~

The Smiles of Spring...

He sends me smiles

In daffodils

Lounging on forgotten hills

In dashing breeze

In sudden plea

Of thought beguiling poetry

In dipping sway

Of kited string

Drunk on the mellow lay of spring

He sends me smiles

In waning light

Of afternoon becoming night

And echoes dangling

On the air

Child-laughter unrestrained by care

The azure lilt

Of cloudless sky

Reflected in a true love’s eye

He sends me smiles

In robin-hymn,

In babbling brook, in willow-limb

In broadened shade

Of budding slope

In orchards fragrant with new hope

He sends me smiles

As nature sings

In one accord the songs of spring

© Janet Martin

Languorous Luxury

On some days

Thought ripples in silky

whispers from my tongue
Velvet vexation

On other days

It dances and leaps

Luring me on

in harmless temptation

On some days
It is a rising and falling sea

...a tempestuous menagerie
Of fragmented memory

But today

It is a languorous trickle

Of desire
and daring

Of honey
and lime

Dripping
and dallying

Taking its
precious, sweet time

From azure

And lemon infinity

Melting, pooling

In a golden ocean

Of hope
and possibility

J~

Almost Saturday

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Dean Brody: The Kitchen Song

It's Friday...
another week of fumbling and stumbling
stroked from the
mighty calendar of existence
and the count-down
to the melody of
a Saturday morning slow-dance
is on... 

J~

Invisible Strength

This morning thought is heavy

And I don’t know what to say

So instead

I bow my head

And pray

And pray

And pray…

…and in this place of quiet

Where I don’t know what to say

I feel the whisper of One greater

Ease my heaviness away

© Janet Martin

Do you Believe...in luck?

She had to admit
this one had her stuck
she's not paraskevidekatriaphobic
she just doesn't believe in 'luck'

***

Finally she worked up the nerve to call...
Buying the biggest ficus tree she could find
she carried it up two flights of stairs
to your apartment.
The lady across the hall called 'hey'
Don't you know? He moved...
Yesterday.

***
Jack-pot...not

We all waited
Breath baited
This was the moment
It was all about!
The winner is...
Lights flicker and fizz...
and just like that
the power went out

***

There's no hope in a rabbit's foot
or in number sevens
and there's no such thing as luck...
I looked down as I spoke
Wishing I wasn't broke...
...hey, look, I found a buck!

***

Lucky for you
I have a bad memory

***

I remember too late
what I forget...
Now, I wish I could forget
What I hate to remember...

***

The money tree
in our back-yard
musta' got frost-bitten
and bitten hard

***

For better of worse
Be it blessed or cursed
For the rest of your life
I am your wife

If it weren't for bad luck
We'd have no luck, you say
Well babe, I plan to make you
the happiest unlucky man today

***

Janet~

Poetics Aside Prompt: unlucky...

Something about The Quiet

Something about the quiet

As tomorrow becomes today

Aches in the touch

Of thought and such

As moments slip away

…and in its ephemeral being

The warmth of you lingers near

As somewhere in my mind

Joy and sorrow align

In nothing but the hint of a tear

Something about the quiet

Of dark pouring to emptiness

Stirs in my thought

Things better forgot

But taunt now in sudden caress

…as today slips into history

And present disappears round its bend

I feel the embrace

Of a tear I can’t trace

The quiet tonight is my friend

© Janet Martin

Something about that Box...

Something about that box

Of mortar and wood

…of lights beckoning

Warm

Makes me feel understood

And welcome

And though I quite delight

In the still of this night

And being wrapped in blue

I am drawn

To that box

Of mortar and wood

Because inside that box

Life is good

So as I come

And gaze for a moment

At its humble form

I thank the One

Who gives us glimpses

Of heaven

In boxes of mortar and wood

Called…

… Home

© Janet Martin

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