Wonder-Full World

  PAD Challenge 26;

For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) World," 

replace the blank with a word or phrase, 

make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Somehow 'firsts' of a season always fill me with fresh wonder...

first snowfall, 

first buds,

 blooms and bouquets,

first garden crop sprouts,

...

 then first pickings

... to first fallen leaves

the world is wonder-full!

'something to stare at in earth's every crease...

Wonderful wonder, how wondrous art Thou

Melding the mundane to Marvelous Wow!

Stealing the thunder of man’s vanity

Breath-taking wak’ning to Your majesty

Yielding to You honour and glory’s due

Worship in its purest form, tried and true

Wonderful wonder, the world is a fount

Brimming with Beauty, too ‘bundant to count

Who can step over the threshold of day

Into a morning, wild with Mercy’s yea

Never astounded and never amazed

By over-under-around-us, un-phased

Wonderful, wonder-full world at our door

So much to experience and explore

Something to stare at in earth’s every crease

Winter to spring, bud to bloom masterpiece

Heavens above hills and rills, land and sea

Thund’ring with wonder still waiting to be

Wonderful, wonder-full gateway to awe

We, lavished by love’s extravagant law

Dare not become so numb as not to feel

Hands of the Potter ‘round clay on the wheel

Smiling, methinks, as He opens our eyes

To the glad wonder of life’s next surprise

© Janet Martin

What a Wonderful World- Louis Armstrong

Wonder-World

 PAD Challenge 26;

For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) World," 

replace the blank with a word or phrase, 

make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

I wonder what today will bring

As morning spreads glistening wings

Above earth’s-re-emerging bars

As heaven blushes away stars

And darkened awnings thin until

Dawn fills a worldwide windowsill

I wonder at mercy renewed

My heart, a cup of gratitude

That while we slept God didn’t scorn

His promise and withheld new morn

(Though we have made a sorry mess

Of reverence and righteousness)

I wonder at the way the world

Now wide awake and dew-drop pearled

Invites the likes of you and me

To endless possibility

As sky-wide gates are flung ajar

And mercy meets us where we are

I wonder at the world at large

Where we, aboard its season-barge

And fellow-travelers; as such

I wonder why we fight so much

Instead of using Time’s Short-Sweet

To help each other to our feet

I wonder what today will bear

Before it slips into thin air

And earth is tucked beneath a quilt

Of stars on blue and echo-gilt

I wonder, nay, pray it will be

Memento-of-love memory

© Janet Martin

Blessed be the Lord God, the God of Israel, 

who alone works wonders. 

And blessed be His glorious name forever; 

and may the whole earth be filled with His glory. 

Amen and Amen.

 – Psalm 72:18-19

Thought-scope/scape

 

 PAD Challenge 25: For today's prompt, write a thought poem. 

A thought can be...a bloom bouquet

(first fresh-picked bouquet from my garden)

I love these cheery little pansy-pixies 

that wander at will through my flower-border

and eagerly burst into smiles as soon as the snow is gone!

A thought can try to fool us into trusting our own eyes

Or not; a thought can climb above complaint, or criticize

A thought can be a candle in the dark, a bloom bouquet

A blow below the beltline or a high-five hip-hooray

A noose around the neck of dreams or hope and trust’s lifeline

A labyrinth of vengeful schemes, both trellis and the vine

A lavish wander-land of want, a ladder to the stars

A dungeon where dark demons taunt, a cart that bumps and jars

A thought, intangible at first, but if indulged at length

Can be an unquenchable thirst, great weakness or great strength

A thought can be a comrade or a bitter enemy

A playground or a battlefield, it’s up to you and me

© Janet Martin

To Hosts of Homage

 PAD Challenge 25: For today's prompt, write a thought poem. 

'Everything we do/become begins with what we think,

and which thoughts we entertain! we do not fall prey to

a passing thought, but the one which we indulge'

our father would caution us, as teens.

'We all have terrible things that enter the mind but as the old

proverb goes;

Just because a bird flies over our heads

doesn't mean we need to allow it to build a nest'

***

So many thought-guests drop by!

We need to be careful to whom we offer a chair!

***

We become what we feed thought...

Such a huge buffet!

choose well

Something like this is nice for

thought's breakfast...

One life to live;

A gift to give

Our uttermost attention to

Where thought gives birth

To waste or worth

Of everything we say and do

Thought entertains

In boundless veins

Guests of both honor and deceit

Its rendezvous

(no matter who)

Soon bursts through gates of mouth-hands-feet

This control tow’r

Of holy pow’r

All other boasts of might exceeds

Therefore, we ought

To give much thought

To what we think and where it leads

© Janet Martin

Whatever is noble, 

whatever is right, 

whatever is pure, 

whatever is lovely, 

whatever is admirable — 

if anything is excellent or praiseworthy —

 think about such things.

-Philippians 4:8

Dear Child, Why Do We Spend Precious Time With You?

Train up a child in the way he should go,

And when he is old he will not depart from it.

Proverbs 22:6

PAD Challenge 24: 

For today's prompt, write a question poem. 

Bird-watching/learning

Grampa-trampa-line...

Aunty-secrets

Order up; Pine-cone Corndog

puppy-love

Next two photos; photo credit Brittany Ruppert

Uncle antics...

Aunty-acrobats

Why do we walk, talk, read, sing, pray

And spend precious time patiently

With you? Because, sweet child, someday

The sapling will become a tree

How swift the seed begins to sprout

To crucial pliability

Thus, it takes love’s diligent clout

To train the tendrils of a tree

…the kind and gentle touch, the knife

To prune weak offshoots faithfully

So, you can weather storms of life

When you become a full-grown tree

How brief the shaping season is

How swift the tender sapling grows

Why do we scold, hold, hug and kiss

To make you strong when life's wind blows

© Janet Martin

Why Do I Look The Way I Look?

 To Whomever it may concern😂

PAD Challenge 24: 

For today's prompt, write a question poem. 

So while a scale horizon-lines...

Why do I look the way I look?

Well, I get lost in thought your see

My mind is like a picture book

When thinking gets the best of me

So, if my gaze seems far away

Though we are sitting, eye to eye

And I miss most of what you say

And make no sense with my reply

Forgive me, if you can, my dears

I am still learning the fine art

Of fitting words inside my ears

When I am lost in worlds apart

So while I scale horizon-lines

And fail to listen, please be kind

And smile as I wrangle with vines

 Tangled in mazes of my mind

© Janet Martin

Why Do I Love You, Poem-hon?

 

Sometimes Poem does not want to be

only the lover, but the loved!

PAD Challenge 24: 

For today's prompt, write a question poem. 

Sway Michael Bublé

(for my poem-hon)😊 

Why do I love you, 

Poem, so?

Your sweep and surging

Ebb and flow

Fills nooks and crooks

And crannies of

Life’s lackluster layouts

With love

While the world seems

To fall apart

You stay the course

And cheer the heart

You are courageous

And uncouth

And not afraid to

Tell the truth

Yet when you do

You are not cruel

Or treat the student

Like a fool

But with the woo of

Lilt and rhyme

You tune the truant

To the crime

You test and tame

And teach and tease

And vex and calm

With melodies

Drawn from a fresco

Flushed with stars

Or siphoned from

Dusk-brumal bars

You train me how

To dance or fight

To fly, to fall

To read and write

You make me brave

When I am not

Dare me to dredge

The grave of thought

Or surf the turquoise

Wave of dreams

To take me where

Brigadoon gleams

Like ancient castles

In the sun

You are my prince

Dear Poem-hon

You are a leaf

A silhouette

Of Grief and Wonder's

Pirouette

You twist fear's fist

 To figure-eights

As ink and sigh

Amalgamates

You are a candle

On a sill

A flicker on

Wicks of 'Until' 

Why do I love you,

Poem-hon

Your empathy

Second to none

You lend an

Understanding tear

Your page

A patient, listening ear

You spill and thrill

And fill time’s toll

With treasures chiseled

From the soul

© Janet Martin

Appointment With Laughter

 PAD Challenge 23: For today's prompt, write an appointment poem.

No matter how hard 

life is

Here's hoping 

now and then

it grants 

the goodness

of laughter

***

No matter how hard 

life is,

Here's to puppies 

and children...

because both have 

the beautiful, innocent 

ability 

of bringing the blessing 

of laughter

***

We have the neighbour's permission to 'enjoy' their pup

so Victoria loves playing with him till he's tired out...

These stomping grounds of dreams and dread

Confounds the bounds of heart and head

Where tug and hug wage wonder’s war

Midst beauty’s boast and duty’s chore

…where good intent is not enough

To reinvent the bent of love

Or the cement of moment-gold

As it pours into Bygone’s mold

These haves-and-holds of here-and-now

Of flying high and pushing plow

Is either ink of drudgery

Or patina of poetry

These stomping grounds of sound and sight

Abound with downer and delight

Yet, this grab-bag of groan and smile

Makes nabbing life’s coattail worthwhile

For appointments with hurt and hope

And dirt dappled with ‘nope-nope-nope’

Surprise us with sweet happiness

Because of laughter's ‘yes-yes-yes’

© Janet Martin