Showing posts with label hunger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunger. Show all posts

Friday, February 1, 2019

Happy February!


Because of schedules that keep me housebound more than I would choose if life was like that,
I feel like I didn’t quite get my fill of January’s thrills but better that way than the opposite, right?
Hopefully we live each day as if we didn't get quite enough of live-laugh-love,
always eager for a little more in the morning. 



A prayer of Dedication

Make me thankful for the moment
For the gift of now and here
Let me live as if the Present
Was about to disappear

Make me hungry for the hour
Tasting it with diligence
Counting blessings like the miser
Counts his dollars and his cents

Make me useful, careful, prayerful
Make me humble, helpful, kind
For with moment-measure’s sparkle
Soon a life is left behind

Amen 

© Janet Martin

 Remember your Creator
    in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
    and the years approach when you will say,
    “I find no pleasure in them”—
Eccles.12:1

 Now all has been heard;
    here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
    for this is the duty of all mankind.
14 For God will bring every deed into judgment,
    including every hidden thing,
    whether it is good or evil.
Eccles.12:13-14

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Of Homemade Soup and Biscuits

I have NO idea what to make for supper tonight, I said to Victoria at 4:30
 (because I forgot to take out the chicken last night, to thaw.)
"Soup would be good" said Victoria
Yes! The perfect way to use up one of my five heads of cauliflower I bought on sale😀😋


Cauliflower Soup and Cheese Tea Biscuits...
Simple Satisfying Supper! Yum!



Let's celebrate our hunger where November's early eve
Has drawn a starry blanket 'cross the miles we brave yet grieve
Let's celebrate the brooding backdrop with a slice of cake
Or homemade soup and biscuits like our mothers used to make

Let's count our many blessings; pray the Lord to bless our meal
And not get tangled in the gossamer of 'how we feel'
Since summer has forsook us and the dark is like a glove
Filled with the muffled music of those days and years we love 

Let's linger longer at the table now; no need to rush
The outdoors are asleep beneath the minimalist's brush
Let's celebrate our hunger with a cup of tea and cake
Or homemade soup and biscuits like our mothers used to make

Janet Martin~  



Day 14 PAD Chapbook Prompt: write a hunger poem


Hope Is The Hunger


PAD Chapbook Challenge day 14: write a hunger poem ...

Gratitude Conquers the sin of Complaint!
It does not however fill wholly/holy, the hunger!



Longing, a lion that no one can tame
Who knew a roar could be soundless and still
Ocean-like surges without form or name
Honed by a hunger this world cannot fill

Longing, a hurt only heaven can heal
Tugging where love’s count-your-blessing streams pour
Still, in the middle of wonder we kneel
Crying where craving and need plead and war

Gratitude conquers the sin of complaint
Faith feels a Father’s whisper, ‘peace, be still’
Love is a lifeline where else we would faint
Hope is the hunger that heaven will fill

© Janet Martin


Poem-pangs...

PAD Challenge 14; For today’s prompt, write a hungry poem. 





Impossible to satisfy the wish and whim of you
A catch-your-breath soliloquy of season’s flight, the flue
Fused to a furnace deep within where poet’s hunger burns
The fire of desire fueled by Time’s No Returns

Impossible to satisfy the want and need of you
Where what is penned is not the end but the threshold of New
Where every hour kindles from the embers of its flare
Fresh flame that leaps toward a storehouse heaped upon the air

Impossible to satisfy the ways and means of you
To write is but to soothe the wounds where brooding whispers woo
And wonder runs its thunder through the belly of a sigh
To trigger the awareness of a poem slipping by

Impossible to satisfy the urge and angst of you
No Magnum Opus stills the tempest sparked by twilight blue
Where earth's extravagant buffet is spread 'neath star-glossed height
To tease and please the poet’s insatiable appetite

© Janet Martin



Tuesday, May 19, 2015

On the Old Marina Restaurant... and Hunger

Generally when I've featured a business so far it has been family-connected:
A cousin with Thak Iron Works
A brother-in-law with Winding Road Maple Syrup
Another brother-in-law with Cardinal Wood products.
Tonight the place I'm showcasing is not really family but it felt like it! Everyone was so friendly and the jovial atmosphere lent the impression that we were all on a sort of mini-vacation! I'm referring to the Old Marina Restaurant, Cambridge Ont.
 Check out the link for location, hours, history, menus and photos.



I had no idea this place existed until a friend took me out last summer, so on the week-end, with everyone else gone hubby and I had a special and rare night out! After putting our names on the waiting list we were given a beeper and invited to enjoy drinks on the lower deck until 'beeped'.
...so we followed the walkway to lakeside seats...
I could have stayed there all evening watching the sun set but hubby thought he was about to fade away;-) after eating a rather meager lunch so we said we would take the first available table which turned out to be indoors.I wish I would have taken photos but I was too busy enjoying the view and the food!

Jim had their famous Puslinch Burger...

and I had the Greek Salad with Chicken.

Both were De-LISH! Mel our waitress, was cheerful and efficient. 
Hi Mel, thank-you:) and hope to see you soon!


The day was hungry so it ate up the sky
To the tune of a sea-song lullaby

The clock was hungry so it ate up the day
Leaving only memories on its tray

We were hungry and the food was great
So we ate every morsel on our plates

Hunger is life’s driving force, it seems
Hungry for dinner and darlings and dreams

Live, laugh and love, friend, loll on dusk’s dock
For Time is so hungry, always eating the clock

Life is hungry and it eats up years
Until suddenly the whole of it disappears
© Janet Martin


Thursday, February 20, 2014

Writer to Her Muse





How can I forget you?
Ah love, each time I try
You vex me just beyond my reach
A phantom butterfly

How casually you slip
Twixt touch and guarded thought
Compelling me with luring lines
To revel in your jot

...so you and I thus dance
A sensual, soulful trip
As resistance and hunger jive
Twixt thought and finger-tip

...and if I beg you go
I feel like I might die
Yet if you stay I’ll ever chase
You; phantom butter-fly

Then you and I must find
A way to synchronize
You, half-rebelicious, kind
And me, your eager prize

I cannot forget you
Darling finagling rue
To chastise you within a poem
Is all that I can do

© Janet~