Venus and Mars

PAD Challenge Day 2: He said-She said poem

 (SO glad its not a week ago!)

She said in the broadest hint she could compose

That a red maple tree bench would be nice

Maybe for Mother’s Day or Fiftieth you-know-what…

He said, ‘Wow! what a lousy goal?!

Man, I sure do miss Carey Price’

…but I should get out there and start sawing up firewood

© Janet Martin

(No firewood today...hubby had to work)

When God said 'Let There Be'

Sometimes one poem inspires another...

when I posted the previous photo it begged for its own poem:)

God said, 'let there be'

And from these words were born

The quiet blue of dusk-adieu

The golden-haloed morn

The rush of sea that sweeps

To stays of sandy shore

The food for need tucked in a Seed

Time’s temporary More

The mischief-freckled lad

His curiosity

The lavish loom of petal-bloom

The bluff, the bird, the bee

The afternoon that drips

Into the serenade

Of vesper hymn strummed by a limb

Flushed with spring’s promenade

The miracle of birth

The earth’s fullness thereof

Four season’s worth of hope and hurt

The breadth of live-laugh-love

He said, 'let there be'

And flung to emptiness

The holy grace of human race

Their grief and happiness

He shaped from dust, man’s form

And breathed to dust, a soul

With ‘let there be’ eternity

Became man’s sacred goal

© Janet Martin

The Aftermath of 'Let there Be'

PAD Challenge day 2: write a he said-she said poem

He said, ‘Let there be’

And with these words gave birth

To mysteries and galaxies

Of the heavens and earth

She said, ‘Adam, eat’

He did and so did she

And thus began the curse of man

Where Eden used to be

He said, ‘let there be’

Knowing its utter cost

Of agony to set man free

By death upon a cross

© Janet Martin

Lost to the Madding Crowd...

PAD Challenge day 2: write a he said-she said poem

She said ‘I want A Page’

He said, ‘no room enough,

The articles on politics

And news and ads for Stuff

Requires precedence

And I, the editor

Must deem for all the rest of them

What seems most popular

And poetry, they say

Is so passé, 

And rhyme

Oh, dear! My dear,

That passed away

Way, way before your time!

So run along, wee thing

And do not bother me

For we are far too busy here

For things like poetry'

...she said, 'I want a page

Tell me, is there a place

Where there is room enough for me?'

He said, 'try cyberspace'

© Janet Martin

For a little while a local magazine published poetry by local poets among their ads for farm machinery and agriculture, recipes, stories on life as it once was etc...

The ads, articles, recipes, and stories remain but the poetry has disappeared.

From Her to Him

  

One more light-hearted fool poem for PAD Challenge day 1

Come here funny-face, I love you

Whether three or eighty-five

There is something that God gave you

That makes me feel more alive

Can't live with you or without you

Chase you out then miss you, oh

There is something sweet about you

That just makes me love you so

You know how to push my buttons

I admit; I'm glad you do

I am not one of those women

That prefers vanilla-you

Sometimes I vow not to like you

For you drive me 'round the bend

But darling, I'm a fool for you

It is no use to pretend

Come here, funny-face, I love you

What a lot of laughs we've had

I would rather be fool-happy

Than high-stepping-smart, but sad

© Janet Martin

Before Fools in High Places Strayed...

 (had to think about this song as I jotted this poem...by God's tender mercy I have lived it!)

PAD challenge day 1: Write a 'foolish' poem.

At home, at school, at work they prayed

And pitied faithless frauds

Before fools in high places strayed

And worshiped lesser gods

Oh, once upon a Sunday morn

Churches were filled with praise

Of Holy, Holy before scorn

Of fools chose broader ways

A fool worships man’s lawless grants

Their gods, slack and uncouth

Deceived, hand-me-down ignorance

No longer knows the truth

But changeless God abides, His love

Lavishes human race

The fool replies ‘there is no god’

And God replies with grace

© Janet Martin

 The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." 

They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; 

there is no one who does good.

Ps.14:1

Scripture has much to say about fools,

And only a fool ignores it.

This is not harsh…

it is Truth.