Beating the Odds

PAD Challenge day 27: For today’s prompt, write a falling apart poem. 

(My challenge this month is keeping up with its poetic challenges:) 

Let’s fall apart together

The weather is November gray

And none of us can tether

The hand that will have its way

Time is a master of moments

Author of fugitive art

Let’s beat its odd estrangements

And fall apart, heart to heart

We have two choices, darling

Musing on lost yesterdays

Or dancing with arms open

To the music that still plays

© Janet Martin

The Flux That Forms the Crux...

Someday I will look back and they will too,

to hours spent at Janet's house...

My one wish is that they will take with them something that will help to shape them into who they hope to be...

How blithe the light that breathes times flight to what remains to be

How lithe the flux that forms the crux of our legacy

The orbit of a year grows thin, slips through our skin with ease

Both chancellor and rogue, its vim succumbs to memories

The motions we go through are not trite piffle; they become

The person we will be remembered for at life’s full sum

Time’s touch and taste affair from here to There, an awesome Thing

Where moments become far, far more than echoes on the wind

Look, within reach grace splays beneath us Opportunity

So what of grand faux pas, today is rife with What Will Be

Where What Will Be soon takes its place among surrendered peers

The highs and lows of love and life the thorn and rose of Years

Come, let us leave behind the things we grieve but cannot change

For soon too soon, this boon we cleave, eventide will estrange

Time’s Doorway to for-nevermore gapes; Now is taking shape

Becoming even as we breathe a glint in Past’s landscape

Before we come to warm our thoughts ablaze with yesterdays

Perhaps we should remember what Time’s dying ember splays

…this spark that warms the dark is like the tinder that becomes

The flux that forms the crux of life when it is said and done

© Janet Martin

The Pluses and Pitfalls of a 'Taped' World

Today's PAD Challenge: write a tape poem...any kind of tape.

 Blowing the dust from some oldies this morning:)

SO much entertainment, attraction, distraction...
The 'instant' world seems to be eating up much too much time.

There’s too little I understand about too much, it seems

Technology keeps coming up with new ways to astound

God, when designing us knew we would thrive on hopes and dreams

Still, He did not create us to be plugged to constant sound

From vinyl to eight-track to cassette tape, Cd, smart-phones

(Far-gone the days of eight-mile-tape stuck in our stereos)

The world is pocket-sized; Beatles, Elvis and Rolling Stones

Sing for distracted fans bombarded with six-second shows

There is too little I understand about much, I admit

But sometimes I feel sorry for today’s bright girls and boys

The good of something always potent with the ill of it

The brain never designed to be plugged in to so much noise

© Janet Martin

 

You Just Plain Gotta...

It's so snowy... I can't help but feel Christmas-y ;-)

You gotta get rid of the chill in your soul

Before Christmas can fill ya’

You gotta get rid of ill-will and its scowl

Before Christmas can thrill ya’

You oughta , you gotta be happy, for oh

We got a God that love us, you know

You gotta bow at the manger of old

Before Christmas can find ya’

You gotta allow Love to help you let go

Of fear and greed; it’ll bind ya’

You gotta believe before you can feel

The peace, hope and joy that makes Christmas real

You gotta give somethin’ to truly receive

The happiness of livin’

You gotta live, lovin’ like you really believe

In everyday-Christmas givin’

You gotta visit before you condemn

The Christ of Christmas from Bethlehem

You gotta never forget the reason

We celebrate God’s love

You gotta find the kindness of the season

Is more than gettin' more Stuff

You gotta follow that first Christmas Star

For He loves us all no matter who we are

You gotta get rid of the chill in your soul

Before Christmas can thrill ya’

You gotta have more than a lump of coal

For your heart; or nothin’ll fill ya’

Ya’ gotta believe in that first Christmas Boy

Before you can receive love’s true Christmas joy

© Janet Martin


 Where is he that is born King of the Jews?
for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
Matt.2:2

Flawless Facelift

Nature’s balladeers and renovators worked all night

To set the stage of morning with a Masterpiece of white

© Janet Martin

(this is a short one, in case you didn't have the patience to read the previous l-o-o-n-g one;-)

...and a favorite snow-Christmas song!