Monday, November 2, 2015
Surrender's Source
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
This or That?
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-
To Sleep or Write
I should sleep tonight
Draw the blankets up beneath my chin
And close my eyes
But then I cannot write
There is a restless stirring deep within
Sleep is for the wise
To Work or Shirk
Duty is a tireless employer
Reluctant to ease its stance
Its reins too taut for wandering
Or pausing to whirl and dance
The wind tugs my hand from its toiling
And lures me with its rebel-dare
Will anyone notice my absence
As I chase a dream through the air?
To Lust or Love
I trace your body with a hungry gaze
You wink; the spark ignites to a blaze
But lust is a devil in an angel’s disguise
The attraction is gone when the fire dies
Love is constant; not something we do
Its garb is quite humble, but it is true
Love is patient, honest and kind
It satisfies both body and mind
To Persevere or Quit
I want to quit
My Muse is gone
But the one who wins
Is the one who keeps on…
To Dance or Die
To stop hurting or reaching
Or working or teaching
Or learning or giving
Is to stop living
To stop dancing
Is to die
Janet Martin
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Holy Mystery
God, before Time’s charted span
Jesus, who took on flesh, as man
Spirit, to dwell in humanity
Three in One, how can this be?
Janet Martin
November's poem-a-day challenge...
To write a 'normal' or a 'paranormal' poem.
from Wikipedia...
Paranormal is a general term (coined ca. 1915–1920[1][2]) that designates experiences that lie outside "the range of normal experience or scientific explanation"[3] or that indicates phenomena understood to be outside of science's current ability to explain or measure.[1][4] Paranormal phenomena are distinct from certain hypothetical entities, such as dark matter and dark energy, only insofar as paranormal phenomena are inconsistent with the world as already understood through empirical observation coupled with scientific methodology.[5]
Monday, November 7, 2011
Lady Dawn
She nudges the dark and it recedes
Like a spineless coward toward the shadows
Or does it melt, helpless and wanting beneath her touch?
She softens the horizon line
Etching the night with a pale, gauze ribbon
Pushing aside its heavy robe and kissing it with silver dew
Soundlessly, effortlessly she overtakes
The force of the deepened sky in wild exultation
For Lady Dawn waits for none; and the night can never resist her
J~
The Impatience of Time
Time and Death wait for no man
Time is that thing we measure life by
In death there is no Time…
Simply eternity
Time multiplied infinitely
Cannot begin to fathom
Eternity...
Time gives you to me
And steals you away
Time is the hour
Of duty and play
But Death is waiting
At every man's door
Where there will be
No Time anymore...
Time is one tittle
And one Tiny jot
Time is one little
Intangible dot
A speck of blue
In infinite space
What would we do
Were it not for Grace?
Grace waits for everyone
But only 'til death
Our destiny sealed
In life's final breath
Death is not dark
In the light of God's love
Time is a spark
That death will snuff
Janet
Sunday, November 6, 2011
My Sweet Addiction
You wake me up each morning
Much to my delight
You know exactly what I need
And how to do it right
I’m still a little sleepy
Until I feel your touch
Your warmth flows into, through me
I love you, oh, so much
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I keep you in a can
And reach for you each morning
To kiss your face of tan
Your deep and robust passion
Arouses to the core
I know now I cannot
Live without you anymore
You'll never need to worry
No one can take your place
I sip you and inhale you
With a smile upon my face
Maxwell, you’re a darling
I love your coat of blue
And in the early morning
No one else will do
Maxwell, you’re a keeper
Perfection in a can
I wonder what would happen
IF YOU WERE A MAN
Janet Martin
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2011-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-6