Gravity of Gravity

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Of (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.   

We fly, take nose-dives and survive

and learn to laugh after the fact

and oftentimes it slips our minds

the gravity of the impact

of yes or no or maybe so

and none of us should be so bold

as to ignore what we're here for

...far more than simply growing old

We leap and land on derrieres  

then get back up, brush off the dirt

We demand more than we deserve

We have, we hold, we hug, we hurt

and often wonder at the wonder

that steals our very breath

with a mystical, holy hunger

For we are born for more than death 

We wake and take the day at hand

in hand and oftentimes forget

The gravity of gravity

Its scientific pirouette

Harbors vast scores of ashes thrust

Into cold cups of sea and sod

Where flesh succumbs to dust-to-dust

But soul always returns to God 

Janet Martin 

 Psalm 39:5
"Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths,

 And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; 

Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. 

Selah.

Wonderful Words of Life

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Of (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. 

If man, to mankind's laws were left

We would wander, lost and bereft

Masterpieces of dark despair

And mass confusion everywhere 

But God, Holy and Undeterred

Shepherds us through  His faithful Word

His love is not some hapless tale 

His laws will never fade or fail

...and to a world of lawless strife 

He grants wonderful words of life

A compass in the dark of night

He guides the wise man with its Light

Janet Martin

 Your word is a lamp for my feet, 

a light on my path.

Ps.119:105

Story of Jesus

PAD Prompt day 27: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Of (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Story of Jesus

From manger to cross

to tomb to glory

to heart's of man

Salvation's story

Song of Praise

Hallelujah, 

Praise always

Jesus forgives

Jesus saves

Hope of Believers

Won't you repent

and believe

Sinner's gift

of grace receive?

Cost of Salvation

What a Saviour!

What a cost!

To save sinners

Doomed and lost

Lord of Hosts

King of kings

and Lord of lords

Jesus triumphs

Not with swords

Victor of Death

...but with mercy

heaven-sent

Manger-cross

-obedient

Hymn of Worship

Hallelujah,

Praise Him then

Jesus lives

Forever

Amen 

Janet Martin

War of Words

Day 27: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Of (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

so little won

and so much lost

when war of words

tallies the cost

Janet Martin

Seasons of Life or Life of Seasons

PAD Prompt day 27: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Of (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

We walk through rooms

The glory-plumes that fuel wonder

bloom and fade

Soon earth is strewn

with fragments of an afternoon

and love we made

We plow through wars

The shores, when we look back

Don't tell the whole

where ebb and flow 

of dawn to dusk's hello-farewell

wash and cajole

We break through walls
...the shawls we cling to fray
while fingers prize
the fond familiar
estranged, exchanged; we blinded by
stars in our eyes

We wade waist-deep

through fields of flowered grass

soon felled and dead

and peer ahead 

with dread and hope toward the slopes

not clambered yet

Janet Martin~

...this, for me seemed to be the shortest year yet!!!

Can't believe grand-baby is a month away from his first birthday

Super-stars

For today’s prompt, day 26,write a shine poem. 

People can shine. Shoes can shine. You can shine a light on someone or something. 

The sun shines; the moon reflects that shine; and so on. 

Let’s shine through our poems today.

Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens,
and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever.
Daniel 12:3

To they who learn to tame the tongue

When unwise words would spew

Are like the warming rays of sun

After winter is through

To they who walk where second miles

Are not witnessed or praised

Are like a seraphim of smiles

On trails by angels blazed

To they who shine like stars and yet

Appear quite meek and plain

To bolder masses who reject

Or treat God with disdain

To they who do not live to please

The gods enthroned within

But serve with gentle sympathies

Their fellow-next-of-kin

To they who give Self as a gift

Lord, bless each one who walks

And lifts thy Light where vessels drift

Too closely to the rocks

© Janet Martin

Remix of November Days Poem...

For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. I love how music artists will remix each other’s (and their own) songs. Do that today with one of your poems. 

Remix of November Days...

You flood the land with solemn grandeur, bronze-cinereal-blue

 You lure the eye to moody skies weighted with winter's due

And though you seem unpopular compared to May and such

Something about you stirs a kindred spirit in your touch

You keen a kind of sorrow-song that comes with letting go

And when you turn the other cheek Time kisses it with snow

You strum your humble hymn on limbs stripped of lusher appeal

Where earth has claimed the prize that filled young eyes with dreams surreal

No one can tame the lion veiled as docile tick and tock

 Where leaf by leaf it siphons sighing sheaf  to strew the walk

You murmur over summer's tomb and sweep the somber scape

With dirges phrased by fallen bloom and autumn's tattered cape 

You seem torn between what once was and what law deems must be

...a hunger for faded applause spars with humility

As you reach to a world of soulmates tuned with tender ear

To catch the sorrow in your sigh and on your wind, a tear

Original posted earlier this month here

...or here (without photos)

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

Awakened To The Wholiness/Holiness Of This

For today’s prompt, write a “how I’ll be remembered” poem. 

It’s an interesting question: How will I be remembered?

I'm not sure how I'll be remembered but
the girl in this first photo told me today, as she happily squished apples into apple-sauce
 that I'm one of the nicest old ladies she knows!;-/ ...;-))

It takes focus some days to keep all the 'I want to help'-ers busy without
too much 'that's not fair!!'

Some day when years have met with years that yet still lie in store

I wonder what, when you look back, I’ll be remembered for

When sand that spills in ether ilk, spins from Time’s silken spawn

A thoroughfare of echoed yester-worlds to look upon

I wonder when the dust has settled where ‘we’ used to be

Then, if I cross your mind at all, what will you think of me

How swift a moment fills the hour-day-week-months and years

And I forget the pages of a ‘book’ that disappears

How, in life’s give and take I make a sort of legacy

As touch and taste, often in haste, turns into memory

Then, oh, I am awakened to the holiness of this;

The way I laugh-talk-listen-work-play-hold-hug-pray-love-kiss

It makes me think that there is no such thing as commonplace

How smile we smile or frown we frown shapes more than skin of face

It makes me think that every day is like a gift somehow

To cherish ever dearly who is near me here and now

For who knows just how near or far until we leave behind

All but the picture shows that play on fathoms of the mind

© Janet Martin