Showing posts with label porch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label porch. Show all posts

Friday, August 17, 2018

Another Porch...because the world can never have too many porches!


I'm finally getting to Poetic Bloomings Sunday prompt; whatchamacallit!
 a poem about your blog name
The purpose of this blog-porch; a place to relax and be poetically and/or pho-etically refreshed!


Yesterday's porch-sit with a little girl included a story about
'How I got my Bangs'
Well, she said (after making sure I think they are beautiful!!)
you see, I got a toy stuck in my hair then my brother said he can get it out so he got some scissors and then! out came the toy AND a BIG BLUNK of hair
and that's when I got my bangs!

We also played a super-intense car-game while she enjoyed a chocolate ice-cream cone
and I, black coffee...how to play??
pick one or two colors and see who gets the most vehicles of that color going by
(Cat column gets all the colors not picked by players...)
OH!!! the suspense when we can hear a car and the score is tie,
and then the ear-splitting shriek if it was her color and she could relish those sweetest words of all
 " I winned!"
( an educational game too;
according to our records most people drive black, gray, silver and white vehicles)

Our porch is as modest as they come but still somehow holds little pieces of almost-heaven!

...canners cooling

 ...curly-headed tots,
and sometimes flower pots til they die😏

Porches are for sitting
For sipping cups of tea
For reflection or knitting
Or reading poetry

Porches are a haven
Of blessed quietness
A place of relaxation
And home-sweet-happiness

Porches are for pausing
To ponder simple things
To put aside our fussing
And feel like common kings

A place to get together
To watch the shadows fall
To share in friendly chatter
Or say nothing at all

To cherish words like ‘we’, love
To share laughter and tears
And marvel at the ease of
Days soon turned into years

Porches are for flowers
For songsters with guitars
For watching summer showers
  Or cartwheel clowns or cars

Porches are a picture
Of the sweet by and by
When we all get together
In God's front porch in the sky

© Janet Martin


 










Thursday, July 4, 2013

My Porch





My porch will never grace magazine covers
Or be a glossy, pull-out centerfold
But my porch in honest and humble endeavor
Is the foreshadow of heaven’s threshold

My porch has concrete all weathered and broken
But this won’t keep neighbors from stopping a bit
To talk of the weather, of gardens and children
There’s something ‘bout porches that begs us to sit

My porch is haven to small boys and kittens
Here candy-apple grins spread a mile wide
Beneath the poems of Browning and Kipling
To daisy-beamed whispers and dreams of a bride

Its borne the kisses of kool-aid pink splashes
Its worn the tracks of carefree muddy feet
It bears the tears of rain-song as it dashes
Over the proof of love’s precious heart-beat

It beams its beacon to night-owl teen-agers
It lends its front-steps to little bare toes
And oft in the evening these steps are the bleachers
Where we watch cool twilight strum rambling corn rows

My porch is nothing so special to others
But oh, how it echoes with moments of mirth
My porch is simple and yet humbly offers
A four-by-six glimmer of heaven on earth

© Janet Martin

My friend Megan (Lilacs and Lavender) and I chuckled yesterday at the thrill of being able to visit each others gardens and porches by the click of a mouse! Coffee or tea anyone?


Friday, December 21, 2012

The Christmas Porch





The Christmas porch is special
It smiles its greeting bright
In ever-green good wishes
Of wreath-garland delight

Its festive splash reminds us  
That Christmas time is near
Spilling to street and sidewalk
Warm rays of Christmas cheer

Oh, may the Hope it stands for
Re-ignite in us anew
Glowing, not just at Christmas
But each day all year through

© Janet Martin

Last week one night my daughter and I car-pooled, requiring me to walk quite a number of blocks to where she had parked the van…it was so much fun to admire the personal touches smiling good wishes from many porches.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Before Micro-mentality




Before micro-waves, dishwashers
Riding mowers, computers, cell-phones

Before instant potatoes, rice, oatmeal or pizza
Before instant anything

Before gyms to de-stress
Or talk of fitness
 
Before X-box, i-pod, Nintendo
You-tube, game-boy and  500 TV channels

There were twenty-four hour days
Of hard-work…and play

…and front-porches in the evening
With families on them

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside Prompt:  write a poem about something before your time.


Monday, March 29, 2010

Meet Me There


If the breeze is perfumed with lilac and violet
If the music is an orchestra in the west
If the cushion I sit on is grass soft as velvet
Meet me there, on the porch I love best

My porch may be high on a hill ‘neath a willow
Or down in the valley in a fern-laced berth
It may be a stump in the heart of a forest
Meet me there, tis heaven on earth

The silence is broken perhaps by the whisper
Of a soft breeze sighing in the pines
The filtered sunlight creates mystic shadows
Dancing to the music of nature’s design

Meet me there for a one hour vacation
Where the air is pure as heaven’s breath
Meet me there in the heart of creation
Meet me on this porch, God’s heaven on earth

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Janet Martin