Showing posts with label thank-you. Show all posts
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Friday, February 9, 2018

Blue-collar Heroes (an oldie re-vamped)

Last night around supper-hour behind the snowplow
came a lineup of homeward bound work-trucks, vans and cars
like pieces of a puzzle in the framework of a country.
Thank-you to all the working-class heroes, whoever, wherever you are!

Blue-collar brave-hearts
They've got no medals
No badges on their
Coat-sleeves or lapels
Working class warriors
Seeking no glory
Fighting life’s battles
And doing it well

Obscure battalion
Work-force deployment
Picks up the armor
Of shovel and cart
Grease-monkey heroes
Some push brooms, wheelbarrows
Keeping the country
From falling apart

Courageous convoy
Gallant and glorious
Punching the clock
While nobody applauds
Nobody mentions
Their names at a gala
For squaring their shoulders
Against all the odds

Blue-collar champions
Humble, hard workers 
 Diligent soldiers
Of toil's honest worth
Working class hero
How the world needs you
Tip 'o the hat
To the salt of the earth


© Janet Martin


Thank-you for coming home tired and still playing with your kids.
Thank-you for not telling them how to live, but showing them.

Thank-you for giving even when life takes more than it seems you have.
Thank-you for being brave without medals,
honest without awards,
and diligent without applause.
Thank-you!
...and don't give up.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

A Thank-you Verse to Each of You...





I don’t know who you are, but thank-you
From time’s precious moment-fray
You choose to use a few minutes
To visit this porch each day


Not for quaff of tea and cookies
Not for handshake’s cheering grip
But for bonds of ink-twirled passion
…for sweet poem-fellowship

Not duty-bound by strict order
You drop by, again, again
Simply to share the meek measure
Of a homespun poet’s pen

...or camera:)
 Either way,
thank-you!

© Janet Martin

I most certainly would set out tea and cookies if I could pass them from here to there!

I got a bag of peak-freans that my 'littles' informed me are "yuck"....
so what to do?
I'm hoping I can pass them off on a Christmas-cookie plate!
(The miracle of white-chocolate drizzle and Christmas-colored sprinkles:)




Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Fellowmen (a Special thank-you to Anuj:)




What a delightful surprise in my in-box this morning! 
...from Anuj,
I would like to personally congratulate you as your  Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog  has been selected by our panelist as one of the Top 25 Poetry Blogs on the web.
I personally give you a high-five and want to thank you for your contribution to this world. 
This is the most comprehensive list of   Top 25 Poetry Blogs   on the internet and I’m honored to have you as part of this!



I humbly accept this award on behalf of all those who keep encouraging and supporting me and I am happy, Anuj, to share your site. Visit it here
 We are all, after all, each a small part of the big picture. I began trying to name each person who has impacted and encouraged me with poetry or to keep writing and the list ended up being quite lengthy, so thank you ALL for you know who you are~


No one is ‘the whole package’
But if we give our all
To uphold one another
We will fulfill our call

No person is an island
Ah, we all need each other
For in Mercy’s big picture
We all are sister-brother

Thus, with our share of favor
In any way we can
We should kindly endeavor
To help our fellowman

© Janet Martin



Wednesday, March 30, 2016

A Thank You Card~





Just in case we never
Get a chance to meet again
Though we have not
Met face to face
But heart to heart
Through Poem stirred
I’d like to thank you
For this friendship
Wrought by naught but pen
And for the blessing
Of your presence
On this porch of word

© Janet Martin

A little thank-you card from me to you,
Whether newcomer or old-timer ;-)~

No, I'm not quitting. Just thanking:)

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

A Thank-you God Poem

   


Thank-you God, you clothe with beauty
Every season of the earth
You anoint each day with mercy
In spite of what we deserve

Thank-you God, you grant us favor
Though often we turn away
You unfurl grace, like a banner
Over every break of day

Thank-you God, You offer pardon
Where our guilt would hopeless prove
You are the God of salvation
Nothing can usurp Your love

Thank-you God, your Supreme Presence
Drives asunder doubt, with cheer
Where we would be hungry peasants
Doomed to Death’s cold, sullen fear

Thank-you God, You never leave us
Absolute within, without
Your love softens hardened places
Like a warm rain after drought

Thank-you God, when words would fail us
You behold the heart at loss
Full of wonder at Your promise
Through the power of the cross

Thank-you God, our sin would damn us
To hell’s horror but for this;
To break The Curse You sent Jesus
To become our Righteousness

© Janet Martin



There are a few attention-deficit-disorder students in my lively Gr.5&6 Sunday School class. It’s hard to keep the conversation on course but when we came to the part in our lesson that talked about what happens if we say ‘no’ to the gift of salvation God made possible through Jesus’ death on the cross, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop!


Below is the chapter from the Bible that our lesson was based on; We went outside with a bag of chaff(straw) that we tossed into the wind; 
a visual lesson on the useless, weightlessness of an ungodly life.

Psalms 1

Blessed is the man
Who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly,
    Nor stands in the path of sinners,
    Nor sits in the seat of the scornful;
But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
    And in His law he meditates day and night.
He shall be like a tree
    Planted by the rivers of water,
    That brings forth its fruit in its season,
    Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatever he does shall prosper.
The ungodly are not so,
But are like the chaff which the wind drives away.
Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment,
Nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
But the way of the ungodly shall perish.