Showing posts with label happy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happy. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Heart Full of Happy


 In spite of what life's plate is full of...
may we find ways to keep hearts full of 'happy'!



Head full of golden curls kissed by the sun
Bowl full of garden-green supper, yum-yum!
Bed full of baby tucked to dream-sweet lands
Crock full of zinnias plucked by helping hands
Day full of promise, table full of friends
Sky full of blue on blue that never ends
Book full of fine ‘my, oh my’ poetry
Line full of laundry and cup full of tea

Dawn full of diamonds and lawn full of shade
Bud full of beauties that flower and fade
Tree full of leaf-song, nature’s violin
Nose full of freckles on face full of grin
Jar full of jelly, belly full of lunch
Clock full of tick-tock, carrot full of crunch
Boy full of mischief and joy full of holes
Child full of laughter, medicine for souls

Choice full of consequence, house full of home
Love full of learning and life full of poem
Pride full of pitfalls we all mastermind
Thought full of echoes and plans intertwined
Sin full of sorrow and God full of grace
Hope full of hunger, persistence and faith
Sage full of wisdom and youth full of vim
Bible full of pages full of ways to know Him

Sink full of dishes waiting just for you
Stars full of wishes waiting to come true
Time full of trouble; its dust full of care
Field full of wheat-stubble, trust full of prayer
Dip full of puddle full of little feet
World full of wonder with no easy-street
Dream full of detours, summer full of sea
Heart full of happy as happy can be

© Janet Martin


Saturday, January 20, 2018

Don't You Dare Be Far Too Happy



 This is today's weather ...above freezing!
Then I checked the forecast and it seemed to exult in warning "don't you dare be far too happy!"

Don’t you dare be far too happy
Sullen naysayer sighs
And holds up doom-and-gloom’s forecast
Beneath sun-smiling skies

Don’t you be too light of heart, love
The darksome cynic warns
And misses the song of the lark
Because he fears the storms

Don’t you dare be far too jolly
The glow’ring grumblers sob
In second cups of woe-is-me
While sunbeams dance and bob

Don’t you be too sure of summer
Broods the blue pessimist
While big sky is full of laughter
And earth is golden heaven-kissed

© Janet Martin


Thursday, December 24, 2015

I Wish For You a Happy...





 Wishing you and yours a Blessed Christmas!
Come, let us adore Him... 


I wish for you a happy day; a happy family
A happy bit-to-sit and have a happy pot of tea
I wish for you a Happy while you hum about your chores
A happy Hope, a happy home where happy loving pours

I wish for you a happy heart; with happy dreams and such
A way to find the Happy as it slips through taste and touch
A happy little cookie with a happy cup of cheer
And a happy-happy-happy because our loved ones are near

I wish for you a happy shelter out of wind and cold
A happy friend, a happy hug and happy hand to hold
A Happy place to share a happy Almost-Memory
A happy pray-God-bless-and-keep, no matter what will be

I wish for you a sky-wide Happy; happy songs and smiles
Happy laughter, happy lighter loads on happy second miles
I wish for you a happy little corner of the earth
For a happy celebration of our Lord and Savior’s birth

© Janet Martin

Luke 2:9-11
 And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.…

  


Friday, November 28, 2014

Of Soul-brooch and Heartstrings...



Where are your heartstrings moored?

We adjust, get used to what once was but is no more
That ache of ‘missing you’ is like love’s brooch pinned to the soul
I’m glad to love and have been loved enough to bear the roar
Of ‘missing you’ where new loves and new memories console

Time laughs in our faces like a bully without spite
Its hand brimming with graces we are oft not ready for
Darling, we cannot travel back even to yester-night
Save in a frigate wrought of thought’s bittersweet troubadour

…so, we adjust because we must; to pine is but to miss
Our present ‘missing you’s’ still held too close for memories
Forbid that I would squander its touch-taste because the kiss
Of yesterday is more than I am willing to appease

© Janet Martin 





Last night when you burnt supper then 'forgot' to do the dishes
I didn't reprimand, for I have seen firsthand the speed of years
and I would rather not waste moments spouting futile wishes
where daily I'm reminded of how fast time disappears...


Thursday, November 6, 2014

Happy Now



I have pondered the word 'happy' since I was a little girl; the above poem was an attempt to capture my 'happy' in ink. The green magic-marker 12 records the age when I wrote it.

PAD Challenge day 6:For today’s prompt, write a 'happy now' poem.

‘Happy now’ is something that we cannot find, but choose
It spills its silver-lining from love’s second-mile scuffed shoes
This coveted euphoria we all seem to hunger for
Is often right before us like a buffet we ignore

We dash through daily living-rooms of morning-noon-and-night
The quest for happiness persists with vexing appetite
Yet, unlike merchandise, Happy no one can buy or sell
Then Wall Street would be heaven and our pockets would be hell

The battle for this blessed estate wages; its have and hold
Outwits misers and worriers and those greedy for gold
While Charlie in his thread-bare overalls and bronze, bare feet
With nothing but time on his hands goes whistling down the street

The ‘happy now’ exists in those who do not think so much
About their state of happiness or what they lack and such
Because they are too busy with the measure of the day
Where ‘happy now’ is something they’ve learned how to give away

© Janet Martin

I write this carefully as I think of hubby's co-worker's wife; smiling, jolly, bubbly giver and phoning her hubby the other night who is out west with Jim, (my husband) right now; "The test results are back. I have cancer", she says.
...stumbling-blocks to 'happy now'.

 It reminds me to be 'happy now' 'cause now is all we have and as soon as I begin to worry about then's what-ifs the 'happy now' goes p-f-f-f-f-t!