Showing posts with label more. Show all posts
Showing posts with label more. Show all posts

Friday, November 29, 2013

We Need More!



 For today’s prompt, write a commercial poem.


The latest plastic gadget amplifies a futile thirst
Beneath a cry for more and more it seems that we are cursed
And when the thrill of new wears thin we turn to search again
For something that will satisfy the growling void within

They scream for our attention with a ‘don’t pay now’ control
Commercialism drawing innocence into a hole
As greed and need are misconstrued in colors that appeal
…an eighty-inch home-theater to watch a third world reel

Are colored balls the answer to our hungering for more?
Is happiness a promise that we purchase at a store?
…or better yet, don’t leave your comfy chair, but simply sign
Our life-savings into the air; now we can buy on-line!

This credit-craze is Holidays; the Christ-child has no part
For He Himself was Heaven’s gift to satisfy the heart
And only He can quench our thirst; though merchants ply and plead
Peace, joy and love, His gift to us is all the More we need

© Janet Martin

   
For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. 
 Of the increase of His government and peace
There will be no end,

Upon the throne of David and over His kingdom,
To order it and establish it with judgment and justice
From that time forward, even forever.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this. Isa. 9:6-7



Wednesday, April 17, 2013

More...



(this is my favorite commercial on TV right now...) It got me to thinking...

If this is all that there would be
The sun melting against the sea
In ruby-rendered rhapsody
How futile were its glory
And if the mountains coral-kissed
Or dell swathed in soft silver mist
Were preludes to death’s vast abyss
How vain would be love’s story

If pleasantries and ecstasies
Of babies bouncing on our knees
Or midnight moonlight melodies
Would be life’s utmost splendor
And if the loved ones we embrace
And all their memories we trace
Would be the pinnacle of grace
How trite its touch so tender

If all the best life could suggest
Would fill time’s scope from east to west
To satisfy the heart’s request
Yet holds no consolation
To comfort us in parting’s pain
Before that final mystic main
That we must cross as pulses wane
How crass this brief elation

The crux of hope and joy and love
Is not a mortal dust-shaped glove
Slipped over souls; nay, One above
Has sealed beyond earth’s garden
Of whispers where sun meets the sea
In golden-ruby rhapsody
More than this glimpse of what will be
If we have claimed His pardon

© Janet Martin

 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved." Acts 4:12

 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. John 14:3