Saturday, November 18, 2017

I Meant To Say 'I Love You'

 PAD prompt 17: For today’s prompt, write a “what I meant to say” poem. As someone who takes his time to consider what to say, I often find myself in this position of knowing what I meant to say…after the moment has passed. If you’ve ever been in that position, here’s your chance to write out what you meant to say.

 um, I haven't told Matt yet...
I forgot to bring in his hockey equipment last night:(
( post script; when Victoria saw this photo she shrieked so I showed her what I wrote about it below then she laughed, choosing to 'embrace' as well, instead of clean...for now:)

Dear son, I meant to say I love you
by airing out your hockey equipment for you,
but then I left it in the rain...

 Dear daughter, instead of saying 'I love you so much'
I asked you to clean up your room

Hubby, why does my 'I love you' come out
too easily misunderstood
because somehow it didn't sound quite like
I know it could or should

...and God, why is it easier to spout love
in poesy-sweet rhymes
Oh, oh, no small wonder I blush
when I think of all the times
I shut the door
 or shut The Book
or shut my eyes
and ears
to Your love
ever faithful
through my tantrums, fears and tears today I pray for ways to tell again
to those whose lives I touch
"I love you" (with no 'buts' attached)
So very, very

Janet Martin

.. so He nudged me to walk over to Victoria and give her a big hug, right where she was,
and tell her "I love you very much" so I did, much to her puzzlement
so, I told her what I was writing
and how I don't tell her in plain 'I love you' language nearly enough, that I do!
AND...I didn't tell her to clean up her room but chose to embrace Her expressions of
loving the life she lives;-)

Good-for-nothing Love

PAD Challenge day 18: For today’s prompt, write a good for nothing poem.

Initially, I couldn't think of a topic when I saw today's prompt...

...but when I told my son (after he came home from a LONG overdue haircut)
 that I can look at him with motherly pride once again
he said, 'oh, so you only love me if I have short hair' to which I said,
"my love for you is the same no matter what your hair looks like;
my motherly pride, however, isn't" :)
(I simply like his hair shorter rather than a floppy mop, but that's just an exterior preference
which, I reminded him, is why I never told him to get a hair-cut because I wanted him to want it:) got me to thinking,
Imagine if 'love' meant meeting full approval or
if it was gauged by circumstance!
What a good-for-nothing love that would be!

my  love for you
 has nothing to do
with meeting my approval
or with circumstance
if it were so
love would be a pitiful show
of word gymnastics
and clapping hands

(which is why I often sign my little messages to my children,
love always,
Mom )

Janet Martin

Today The Artist Chooses Gray...

Yesterday grinned like a giddy November flower
 Today drips from heaven's eaves and strips gaze of its bower

It lolls, a listless lake in leafless limbs stripped of cajole
It drapes a shapeless cape across croft, coppice, creek and knoll

It hangs a hood on brooding woods and veils the face of day
A weightless, widespread weight agape in gray on gray on gray

It muffles manmade mayhem in a diadem of fog
The car we hear but cannot see, the neighbor’s barking dog

A velvet vroom gone viral, it obliterates the view
And makes the small man reckon he is smaller than he knew

The Artist of this Masterpiece mutes colors giddy-gay
He murmurs ‘it is good’ and moves his brush through welkin tray 

He, Whisperer of spheres metes more than meets man’s naked eyes
Today He chooses gray; plush hush shrouds Expectation’s prize

© Janet Martin

Friday, November 17, 2017

Hold To The Hand...a repost

For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, 
Do not fear; I will help you. 

Hold to the hand that holds the sand that trickles through time’s glass
The Keeper of His promises knows what will come to pass
Then should the fight be hard and night reach far into the day
Still, hold the hand that holds us in each untold come-what-may

Hold to the hand that holds the land and sea in folds of blue
He parts the waters of the deep so that we may pass through
And should the way that he allows seem foreign to our want
Still, hold the hand that holds us close where fear and worry taunt

Hold to the hand that will not fail though oft it seems, we must
Yet, if we never failed then would we ever truly trust?
His hands are rich with mercy, granting courage for this strife
Hold to the hand that holds us in the gray and gold of life

And wore the nails and bore the cross for our sin; Jesus
Hold to His hand, He understands what we can never know
Hold to the hand that holds us near and never lets us go

© Janet Martin

rerun time:) 
6 kiddos coming today, two in a few minutes so no writing time for now:)
Hope we all have a  hold-to-His-Hand kind of day!
God Bless.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Dear World...

PAD Challenge day 16;For today’s prompt, write a poem to the world

Yesterday morning...

...this morning
Different colours, same Creator!

Dear World,
We are all in this together
the rich with the poor,
The strong with the sick,
the beautiful with the ugly
we all weather the same weather
breathe the same air
bear kindred care
that love inspires 

By the grace of the Same God
we go, to and fro
giving and taking
making promises
we don't always keep
we wake
we sleep
so much in common
so, come on

...let's love one another instead of hate
for we are all kindred
sister and brother
and no one is greater than love
or its Creator
Dear World, 
we are all in this together
so, let's weather
whatever the weather
...with kindness
and patience
and love


Imagine if we actually put in action the love described below!!

 Love is patient, 
love is kind. 
It does not envy, 
it does not boast, 
it is not proud. 
It does not dishonor others, 
it is not self-seeking, 
it is not easily angered, 
it keeps no record of wrongs.  
 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  
 It always protects, 
always trusts, 
always hopes, 
always perseveres.
 Love never fails. 
1 Cor.13:4-8

Sole Survivor Sonnet

Poetics Aside PAD Challenge day 14:
It’s time for our second Two-for-Tuesday prompt. If you’re new to these challenges, you can pick either one prompt or the other. Or decide to do both. Your choice.
For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
  1. Write a sonnet or other traditional form poem. I specifically mention the sonnet, because it’s day 14 and the sonnet traditionally has 14 lines. But any other traditional form (villanelle, triolet, sestina, etc.) would work as well.
  2. Write an anti-sonnet or other traditional form poem. If you’re anti-form, good news! You can vent about it in a poem–or just write a poem that attacks form and structure of any kind (even beyond poetics). Anarchy poems?

Busyness, sick kids and a half-sick me took priority over poetry:)
A little catching up to do!

Some of my friends love the show Survivor.
I have never watched it but
the gist of it is a competition to be, at the finish, the sole survivor?

Southward and northward and eastward and west
Scatter the peoples of earthy conquest
Faith-fear, joy-sorrow wrest, test and applaud
Upward and upward and upward to God

Trust, ah, we must but man’s dust is not eased
Into this Solace where Heart is appeased
Tender surrender spars with stubborn pride
Self like a monarch not meekly denied

Over the crest of the grave footsteps pound
Man is not slave to a hole in the ground
Southward or northward, east, west though we trod
Mortal moves forward, upward toward God

Knowledge and ignorance dance, lover-blind
Faith the sole soul-survivor, God-designed

© Janet Martin

 For the LORD Almighty has purposed, and who can thwart him?
 His hand is stretched out, and who can turn it back?

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

A Simple Thank-you for Simple This...(and a prayer request)

 Thinking of my brother Dave today(see below) as I survey a mountain of 'mundaneness'
I can lift the laundry up to the clothesline without second thought or pain!

Thank God for the plainness of common mundaneness
The beauty of duty that puts us to work
It saves us from sorrow of trouble we borrow
When idle mind dawdle where demon-lords lurk

Thank God for the wealth of good health, strength and hunger
Driving us to toil with more purposed pursuit
Wild wolf at the door, love, moves us ‘cross the floor of
Plain planting and pruning before gripping fruit

Pity the lazy, lackadaisical dreamer
Weighed with wanton taunt and fat-cat attitude
Thank God for life’s labor and toil’s simple saber
It keens with kind favor, humble gratitude

Thank God for the glamor of swinging a hammer
And pray for those who dearly wish that they could
Thank God for the plainness of common mundaneness
And never forget... it is good, it is good

© Janet Martin

Please continue to pray for my brother Dave and Karen's encouragement. 
(click link for previous update posts)
Dave still has very limited use of his arms and shoulders and is then, unable to work...a true trial! 
They really appreciate continued prayer!

This Blink of 'Ink' (because we are all poets of a sort)

Oft the heart balks, the head smooth-talks
And tries to set at ease
The little nudge when we won’t budge
Second miles to appease

The poetry that people see
Shouts loud; it crowds the street
Its magnum opus simple as
A gift of bread and meat

The rift between Is and Has Been
Is subtle, like a blink
The page that wears what thought unbares
Holds far, far more than ink

Hollow, the poems in sundry tomes
 Of volumes cover-bound
Until the Word that leaves souls stirred
Hope's rightful place has found

...for human race will soon embrace
The cold, hard facts of sod
Futile the guile of painted smile
Before the face of God

How awe-full then, when sons of men
Witness His Majesty
And see the scars that broke the bars
That sets sin’s convicts free

Oft the heart balks, the head smooth-talks
The feet from second miles
Until we think upon the ink
That outlives short-lived whiles

© Janet Martin

 This is the plan determined for the whole world;
    this is the hand stretched out over all nations. 
 For the Lord Almighty has purposed, and who can thwart him?
    His hand is stretched out, and who can turn it back?
Isa.14: 26-27

 All you people of the world,
    you who live on the earth,
when a banner is raised on the mountains,
    you will see it,
and when a trumpet sounds,
    you will hear it.


By the word of the Lord, we declare to you that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a loud command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will be the first to rise. After that, we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. 
And so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thess. 4: 15-17 

Have you claimed hope's promise of Forever with the Lord?!
If your answer is yes, praise the Lord!
If it is no, what are you waiting for?
Tomorrow might be too late to prepare for forever and ever, Amen.

But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves to God, 
the fruit you reap leads to holiness, and the outcome is eternal life. 


"Ask and it will be given to you; 
seek and you will find; 
knock and the door will be opened to you.

(ever notice how the first letters in the above sentences spell 'ask'?)