Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Monday, November 6, 2017

In Praise of Friends...

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem.

Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food.

If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world;

let’s fix that today–with this poem.

Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

I had a day out with friends today to celebrate a 50th birthday, (Happy birthday, Jan:)

...so it is only fitting to praise the blessing of good friends!

A friend is like a favourite book

We read again, again

They are the laughter in our ‘glad’

The pillow in our pain

A friend is like a precious poem

The beauty of each line
Etched in a page-less treasure-tome

Word cannot quite define

A friend is like a gift from God

I pray that I may be

The kind of friend to you, my friend

That you have been to me

In Praise of November Days...

You flood the heart with phrases too manifold for mere word

You toll a gong that blazons from yon belfry undeterred

And though you doff coppice and croft of autumn color-schemes

You move your moody wand across the brooding ponds and streams

You nurture nature’s languor with a lonesome lullaby

And spread a somber table for the poet’s hungry sigh

The lay leased to the laden limb, you quiet, leaf by leaf

As amber-russet riot dims on ashen-brindled heath

You scatter summer’s tatters like a scalawag run wild

And strip the tips of fronds that donned the lilt of bloom awhile

You sweep the sleeping landscape with death’s elemental dearth

And draw the eye to where the sky is tucked against the earth

You keen with soulful silence the impact of season’s seal

How one cannot turn back the clock to walk on Bygone’s reel

How, even in November when your wind is a sad song

We ought to dance and remember not to glance back too long

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem.

Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food.

If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world;

let’s fix that today–with this poem.

Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

To He Who Fills The Rill...

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem.

Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food.

If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world;

let’s fix that today–with this poem.

Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.

The first praise poem is to Faithful God...

Without the hope of heaven there would be no comfort for those who mourn!

Our thoughts and prayers are with all those after the horror of this shooting

"These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace.

In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world."

John 16:33

To He who fills rill, firth and fount with silver madrigal

Who probes the nucleus of seed soon heaped in harvest hymn

Who orchestrates the quartet of winter-spring-summer-fall

And breaks the bud that bleeds a lake of leaf-song from its limb

…who tunes tree-tress with zephyr-sigh and dusky lullabies

The choir He conducts is flawless in its harmony

Where assonance and dissonance captivates ears and eyes

Of onlookers dumbfounded by this Maestro’s majesty

To He who keeps kind order where chaos and carnage rage

He turns the page; a music-sheet of mercy mediates

Grace lights the wick, ignites the quick of new day to earth’s stage

While we wage wars of what and why, He never deviates

To He whose love will never fail though we wail; this world’s woe

Would be far more than we could bear without the word of God

The Overcomer of this World is greater than the foe

Thus He, Hope’s Holy Deity we extol and applaud

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Destruction's Prey

Poetics Aside Pad Challenge day 5: For today’s prompt, write a self-destruct poem.

Tip that bottle that destroys

Happy homes of girls and boys

Beats the shark at his own game

Marksman of folly and shame

Not the fruit that bears the blame

Tip the bottled mottled with

Toast of boast and prideful pith

Laugh; love's earnest caution shirk

Ruin does not rush its work

Poured from gourds where demons lurk

Tip the bottle full of lies

Drink The Master of Disguise

Revel where hell-devils play

Reeling in Destruction's prey

Truth will have the final say

Janet Martin

Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
And clever in their own sight!
Woe to those who are heroes in drinking wine
And valiant men in mixing strong drink,
Who justify the wicked for a bribe,
And take away the rights of the ones who are in the right!…

Isa.5:21-23

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Love Try-angle

November's Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge 3.

For today’s prompt, write a triangle poem.

I
Am
Not too
Sure about
A whole lot of
Matter-of-facts of life

I
Do
Know
This; I am
Glad, my love, you
Picked me to be your wife

To
Try
To give
Our best to
Each day that we
Live is the best love can do

I
Hope
You can
Forgive the
rest with three
Little words, I love you

Janet~

Whosoever Believes

PAD Challenge day 4: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Whosoever (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Whosoever Objects to This Union,” “Whosoever Wants to Eat My Candy,” or “Whosoever Doesn’t Wash Their Hands After Flushing.”