Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Now-factor

(how can it be? It is always 'now' yet now is a constant transformation!)

You are always in the moment

Yet you probe the pedicle

Breathing buds into full beauty

Tuning autumn’s canticle

You are always in the moment

Not a flicker or a sigh

In the ethereal cohesion

Of a decade passing by

You abide, instant, eternal

Gentle, ruthless half-breath clone

Nudging daughters into women

In your moment-monotone

You are always ever-present

Past and future, what are they

But the gossamery essence

Turning raven locks to gray

You are always in the moment

Tell me then, how can it be

That a moment takes the future

Sealing it in history

What is your secret; century-weaver

Mouthed in muted moment-chime

For I cannot feel you passing

Metamorphosis of Time

I Love You, I Hate You (two-for-two-Tues.)

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April Pad Challenge; Today's Prompt
Write a love poem.
Write an anti-love poem.

I seem to love you so

And easily fall prey

To fickle wishes, wants and whims

That you cajole my way

Yes, I must love you so

These second miles I run

To satisfy your restless eye

Declares my devotion

Though your attention span

Is pathetic at best

I hunger for the nuances

Of pleasures you suggest

But oh, I hate you so

The flesh is hard to please

And never fully satisfied

With my best loyalties

Oh, yes I hate you so

The way I bow to serve

Your flighty notions and desires

Disgust my burst of nerve

Oh, how I hate you so

You war against the One

Who whispers peace, and loves me so

In spite of what I’ve done

Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation:

the spirit indeed is willing,

but the flesh is weak. Matt. 26:41

Our 'Oughts'

He gave His Best for us

Then how much more ought we

To offer Him our utter-best

In meek humility

He gave His life for us

Then how much more ought we

To return our lives to Him

In service, thankfully

He gives His best to us

Love's grace; ought we not give

The best we have to Him who gave

His best so we may live?

This Could Be the Day

This could be the day

We cannot fully know

Who will remain to witness

Twilight’s tranquil binding glow

Or who will pass its gleam

Into forevermore

Where none can see the mystery

Beyond time’s transient door

This could be the day

There are no guarantees

No ranks or hierarchies immune

To this life’s tragedies

And no one can foretell

The unknowns that abide

Or be without uncertain doubt

When life and death divide

See how the morning sun

Spills kindly to the grass

Blushing in whispers on the brink

Of what will come to pass

This gift is from God’s hand

So live, laugh, love and pray

Someday death’s claim will call our name

And this could be the day

© Janet Martin

For he says, "In the time of my favor I heard you, and in the day of salvation I helped you." I tell you, now is the time of God's favor, now is the day of salvation. 2 Cor. 6:2

Monday, April 22, 2013

For my Daughter who Likes to Debate

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Poetic Bloomings Prompt; Time flies when you’re having fun! We’ve heard that throughout our lives. In the movies, time passing is depicted as a clock or sundial in time-lapse photography in rapid motion. We see hair gray up and other parts sag down. So for this poem, we want you to write a poem that shows the passing of time. The first part will center upon something you enjoyed or did as a child. The second part will focus on your perspective on that activity and how age has changed/enhanced your vision.

Once I was a girl

Young, carefree, like you

Constrained by parents

With a straight, narrow view

Now I am the parent

And I love you

In spite of your scoffing

At my straight, narrow view

Someday I pray

You will have girls too

Loved and constrained

By your straight, narrow view

© Janet Martin

I read this prompt after a long and heated ‘debate’ with my teen-age daughter, thus, this is what my first thought was.