Back In The Day...

For today’s prompt, Last one, day 30!! can you believe it?!

write a “back in the day” poem. 

You might also call this a “good old days” poem or a “bad old days” poem.

This song rings with scenes from my 'back in the day':)

Through haze of days and willow-treed whisper

Silence plays childhood’s sentimental tune

Eighth notes kerplop, hands grab for the glister

Of apple-shaped gold on a hot afternoon

Summer-kissed darlings all arms, legs and whim

Dash where the hour entwines starry sighs

Drawing with nothing but bud to leaf limb

Dream-blind beginners from youth’s paradise

Mother calls ‘supper’ and we have each other

And don’t even know about loneliness

Five sons, five daughters, father and mother

A ‘Cheaper by the Dozen’ happiness

Want, like a match kindles eyes full of fire

Bellies burn but food cannot satisfy

Life, like a ladder lures each to climb higher

One by one, leaving extra pieces of pie

…and a wide wake of July mornings sparkling

Like glossy cherries on time’s farthest branch

Innocence strewn to the dust in a garden

Planted with echoes where once bare feet danced

© Janet Martin

From Far-flung Gates...

What an intro to time's never-before!!!

From amber ambience...

... to glowering blue-gray...

to bashful blush...

...to fiery fervor...

...to hello, sun!

...to gold unstoppered

...to brooding bank lowered...

...and puff! sunrise snuffed in gray

 The heavens declare the glory of God; 

the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Psalm 19:1

From far-flung gates on mercy-shores

To earthy street and slope

The Father of love’s oceans pours

Man’s visage full of hope

He gilds time’s common curves where morn

Overflows gleaming trays

The pasture, sere and dead reborn

Fills man’s visage with praise

Mortal beholds and lifts his cup

From heaven-tinted dust

Toward the Fount that refills up

Man’s visage with meek trust

The sorrow-storms that seem must be

The heartaches we employ

Beneath eons of majesty

Fills man’s visage with joy

…where He who breathes on welkin dark

Moves night with blush and gold

As awestruck passengers embark

Anew on ways of old

…from far-flung gates of mercy-stores

To front row seats of sod

The Keeper of hope’s fathoms pours

Man’s visage full of God

© Janet Martin

Plight of the Poet

 ...above page from the book below

Gaps gape; thought grasps at unshaped word like cats at butterflies

Messages at the mercy of the mind vex virile sighs

Caught like the land when night is spent before dawn’s splurge of light

The hand is poised but reticent to unclothe Soul to sight

A lone-wolf pioneer that plows plots pressed on middle-air

And who knows what thunders across the stage of soundless stare

The page, a patient friend suffers the brunt of bribes uncouth

And waits out wars that wage while whispers sculpt out ageless truth

A tempest through which thought must feel for a stable foothold

To draw from wells of ink that served earnest poets of old

Where Poet of Time’s Present Day strives to pay homage to

The hands that did not heave the pen away when they were blue

Distraction flirts and puts on skirts to lure ungoverned gaze   

Diligence takes Her by the chin to rein in hunger's blaze

The tumult that precedes tender surrender, not defeat

Makes stronger the defendant and the victory more sweet

Press on, poet, thy charge thou canst not freely disregard

Though unbeknownst to masses is the voyage of the bard

Through looming halls and forests walled with noises veiled in dark

Until the quill finds the inferno that ignites the spark

© Janet Martin

Point of View

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.   

I thought I knew what I thought I knew

Until Someone changed my point of view

Then, from where I stood I understood

How shamefully often I misunderstood you

Our points of view mirror the hues

That help to shape our points of view

Sometimes God moves us from our perch

To view life from angles we never knew

Someday earthy points of view will dim

Farewell to this shell of wish and whim

Then, from where we stand we’ll understand

How shamefully often we misunderstood Him

© Janet Martin

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