Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Oh, to Be a Child Again...



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This swing could turn into anything! It still hangs at the old home-farm...


The old home-place where once I was a child...


Oh, to be a child again
Free and roaming wild again
Grab a toque, a sled, my sweet
Hear snow crunch beneath our feet
Climb those trees up to the sky
Skate without a helmet, my!
Let the wind rush through your hair
Toss the hat and we don’t care
Let our ears grow red with cold
Dumb to fear of growing old

Oh, to be a child once more
Listen to those dream-seas roar
Time, a creature on a clock
Day, a place where we unlock
The worlds we drew inside our heads
Of palace, pioneer, pirates
And oh, how far away we flew
As the front yard would turn into
A frigate fit for sailor, warrior
Until mother would call ‘supper!’

Oh, for just a day to be
Child; foot-loose and fancy-free
Grab a bike and don’t be late
Swing and sing on the front gate
Wear with pride, a day of dirt
Get so hungry that we hurt
Splash through meadowland and stream
Wash our bare feet in its dream
Wait, big sigh… that was before
Ipad, Ipod, Iphone and more…

© Janet Martin

Inspired by Monica's 'oh, to be a child again'in her post yesterday...

By Bills' And besides, a helmet may be able to prevent a great many things, but it sometimes takes more than it gives...

By Gary's poem Look up

Look Up... by Gary Turk

Gary Turk invited us to feel free to share this; so, I will because its message is vital to our future.

Thank-you Cyndy, for linking to it today.

Look Up. by Gary Turk

I have 422 friends, yet I am lonely.
I speak to all of them everyday, yet none of them really know me.

The problem I have sits in the spaces between,
looking into their eyes, or at a name on a screen.

I took a step back, and opened my eyes,
I looked around, and then realised
that this media we call social, is anything but
when we open our computers, and it’s our doors we shut.

All this technology we have, it’s just an illusion,
of community, companionship, a sense of inclusion
yet when you step away from this device of delusion,
you awaken to see, a world of confusion.

A world where we’re slaves to the technology we mastered,
where our information gets sold by some rich greedy bastard.
A world of self-interest, self-image, self-promotion,
where we share all our best bits, but leave out the emotion.

We are at our most happy with an experience we share,
but is it the same if no one is there.
Be there for you friends, and they’ll be there too,
but no one will be, if a group message will do.

We edit and exaggerate, we crave adulation,
we pretend we don’t notice the social isolation.
We put our words into order, until our lives are glistening,
we don’t even know if anyone is listening.

Being alone isn’t the problem, let me just emphasize,
that if you read a book, paint a picture, or do some exercise,
you are being productive, and present, not reserved or recluse,
you’re being awake and attentive, and putting your time to good use.

So when you’re in public, and you start to feel alone,
put your hands behind your head, and step away from the phone.
You don’t need to stare at your menu, or at your contact list,
just talk to one another, and learn to co-exist.

I can’t stand to hear the silence, of a busy commuter train,
when no one wants to talk through the fear of looking insane.
We’re becoming unsocial, it no longer satisfies
to engage with one another, and look into someone’s eyes.

We’re surrounded by children, who since they were born,
watch us living like robots, and think it’s the norm.
It’s not very likely you will make world’s greatest dad,
if you cant entertain a child without a using an iPad.

When I was a child, I would never be home,
I’d be out with my friends, on our bikes we would roam.
We’d ware holes in our trainers, and graze up our knees;
we’d build our own clubhouse, high up in the trees.

Now the parks are so quiet, it gives me a chill
to see no children outside and the swings hanging still.
There’s no skipping or hopscotch, no church and no steeple,
we’re a generation of idiots, smart phones and dumb people.

So look up from your phone, shut down that display,
take in your surroundings, and make the most of today.
Just one real connection is all it can take,
to show you the difference that being there can make.

Be there in the moment, when she gives you the look,
that you remember forever, as when love overtook.
The time you first hold her hand, or first kiss her lips,
the time you first disagree, but still love her to bits.

The time you don’t need to tell hundreds, about what you’ve just done,
because you want to share the moment, with just this one.
The time you sell your computer, so you can buy a ring,
for the girl of your dreams, who is now the real thing.

The time you want to start a family, and the moment when,
you first hold your baby girl, and get to fall in love again.
The time she keeps you up at night, and all you want is rest,
and the time you wipe away the tears, as your baby flees the nest.

The time your little girl returns, with a boy for you to hold,
and the day he calls you granddad, and makes you feel real old
The time you take in all you’ve made, just by giving life attention,
and how your glad you didn’t waste it, by looking down at some invention.

The time you hold your wife’s hand, and sit down beside her bed
you tell her that you love her, and lay a kiss upon her head.
She then whispers to you quietly, as her heart gives a final beat,
that she’s lucky she got stopped, by that lost boy in the street.

But none of these times ever happened, you never had any of this,
When you’re too busy looking down, you don’t see the chances you miss.

So look up from your phone, shut down those displays,
we have a finite existence, a set number of days.
Why waste all our time getting caught in the net,
as when the end comes, nothing’s worse than regret.

I am guilty too, of being part of this machine,
this digital world, where we are heard but not seen.
Where we type and don’t talk, where we read as we chat,
where we spend hours together, without making eye contact.

Don’t give in to a life where you follow the hype,
give people your love, don’t give them your like.
Disconnect from the need to be heard and defined
Go out into the world, leave distractions behind.

Look up from your phone, shut down that display,
stop watching this video, live life the real way.

'Child' ...In Reply To Garth Brook's Song 'Mom'




 Matt, straight out of bed this morning said, 'hey mom, I want you to hear this new awesome song from Garth Brooks!' He grinned as I listened with tears...tears of both joy and grief as I think about how many times I mess up in my 'leading them back to Him' and of joy because nothing comes close to the 'I love you Moms' uttered in countless ways...

When you came from heaven
Little girl or boy
You became the reason
For your mother’s joy
All her other dreams, child
Suddenly came true
Nothing could prepare her
For the likes of you

When you came from heaven
Suddenly her world
Took on a new meaning
In wee boy or girl
All life’s other charges
Would be reconciled
None quite as important
As her little child

Slip-and-stumble sorrow
Trip-and tumble crawls
Learning as she teaches
Reaching as she falls
Faith, fear and forgiveness
Tendering their art
Rendering joy’s fullness
Deep within her heart

When you came from heaven
Heaven came to her
Love took on new meaning
In the word Mother
And nothing could prepare her
For its sweetest sum
Just to hear her children
Say, I love you, mom

© Janet Martin

That saying is so true about a mother holding her children a short time in her arms but forever in her heart...

Dayle talks about another aspect of 'mother and child' here.
and here...



Mother said to God
I’m kinda scared
I feel so small
And unprepared

So much to teach them
As they grow
I’ve never been
A mother, you know

They'll need a lot
Of love and care
I’m gonna need
A lot of prayer

God said to mother,
What you say is true
But you’re not alone
I’ll walk with you

© Janet Martin





Tuesday, January 27, 2015

On Learning How to Fly



 wings indigoblue


Expectation can grease you down hard
You forget about things
Like wings
And when you try to remember, the ground
Seems strangely sticky
With strings

We are too young to be old too soon
And fold our dreams
Up tight
Faith can feel over-sized ‘til we rise
Above the fear
Of flight

© Janet Martin

Moment-minuet





Hemlock and pine strum the strings of adieu
Darkness embraces dusk’s vulnerable blue
Here a wee quiver and there a wee sigh
Day is a shimmering tear in time’s eye

Lullaby softens noon’s sun-polished lilt
Muffling its laughter with  star-studded quilt
Where on still-silvery sedges thought hears
Satin-soft slippers as time disappears

Midnight, the mien of beginning and end
Touches time’s timbrel like stranger and friend
Tomorrow becomes what yesterday was
Present succumbs to Past’s deepening pause

Leviathans of mankind’s love and lust
Crumble to eons of ashes and dust
As, ever hastening days become years
Breath-by-breath chastening; time disappears

Hail to the piper of viperous flute
Grasp at the strain of refrains growing mute
Dance to the violin’s quivering lay
On ether oceans drip-dripping away

Beg not for plunder of miserly dirt
But beg for wonder because moments flirt
Momentarily; silk, sixteenth-note spheres
Flowing through fingers where time disappears


© Janet Martin