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| After touching base with a few fellow creative souls from the web, I've realized I've got the perfect place to plant my poetic musings! So here I go! I'm reaching way back!! Finding things from YEARS gone by, and adding the things I'm writing today. I'll post anything interesting regarding poetry and writing here in this part of the site. And I'm gonna get a chance to play with collaging again too! :) Have a look see! |
On the Way to Nickajack Lake
Kathy Martin/Copyright 2005 11/19/05
As we travel down the highway, passing Roadway Expresses and other truck messages
that say ‘we drive a fine line,’
the signs tell us to “Visit Breathtaking Ruby Falls.”
It’s a cloudy day with the sun slipping through every few miles.
Leaves are golden-green and brown
but mostly gray, with yellow and red surprises few and far between –
It’s the end of autumn.
On the way to Nickajack Lake.
The sign says Exit 127, 1 mile to Winchester, Altamont next exit, and 2 miles to Stuckey’s
Where you can get State gifts & Souvenirs
and apparently the best Divinity in town!
The I-24 Flea Market is open on Saturday and Sunday every weekend here
and you can get a room at the Regency Inn for only $22.98
As we pass all the cows lazing next to the silos that hold all their corn and hay,
Tims Ford State Park is off to the right
On the way to Nickajack Lake.
We’re warned about steep mountain grades and told to watch for falling rocks
while we pass jagged ledges and big boulders at the roadside
and more signs telling us to discover all the legends of Rock City
and oh say can you see the rocks in Rock Mountain
while Rocky Top is playing on the car radio
The Acuff Country Inn Welcomes You
but I’d just as soon not see any wrecks on the highway today
On the way to Nickajack Lake.
Almost there, we’re getting close, Chattanooga in 30 miles
There’s Big Daddy’s Fireworks, with the Best Bang for Your Buck they say
And now Brad & Dolly are singing something soulful and pretty
and when I get where I’m going I’ll try to find that song again to play
Slower traffic stays to the right
we slow at mile marker 159
and pull over at the Rest Area at the Marion County Line
and it’s magnificence in a moment!
The Tennessee River, coming ‘round the bend, the breeze a-blowin’, the leaves a-fallin’
at Nickajack Lake
So back home again from the day away, driving back to Tullahoma
Past rocks and leaves and steep mountain grades - things we came by on the way
Past Battlecreek Log Homes and Lodge Cast Iron Outlets
And the signs hoping we enjoyed our visit to Ruby Falls
A train whistle blows in the distance, probably just coming into the downtown depot
It must mean something that we’re going home to Coffee County
while passing an ad for the Beans Creek Winery... I’m not sure what, tho’
Trains through Tullahoma are just a fact they say
like the beauty of the water, the reflections of our day
spent on the way to Nickajack Lake
Kathy Martin/Copyright 2005 11/19/05
As we travel down the highway, passing Roadway Expresses and other truck messages
that say ‘we drive a fine line,’
the signs tell us to “Visit Breathtaking Ruby Falls.”
It’s a cloudy day with the sun slipping through every few miles.
Leaves are golden-green and brown
but mostly gray, with yellow and red surprises few and far between –
It’s the end of autumn.
On the way to Nickajack Lake.
The sign says Exit 127, 1 mile to Winchester, Altamont next exit, and 2 miles to Stuckey’s
Where you can get State gifts & Souvenirs
and apparently the best Divinity in town!
The I-24 Flea Market is open on Saturday and Sunday every weekend here
and you can get a room at the Regency Inn for only $22.98
As we pass all the cows lazing next to the silos that hold all their corn and hay,
Tims Ford State Park is off to the right
On the way to Nickajack Lake.
We’re warned about steep mountain grades and told to watch for falling rocks
while we pass jagged ledges and big boulders at the roadside
and more signs telling us to discover all the legends of Rock City
and oh say can you see the rocks in Rock Mountain
while Rocky Top is playing on the car radio
The Acuff Country Inn Welcomes You
but I’d just as soon not see any wrecks on the highway today
On the way to Nickajack Lake.
Almost there, we’re getting close, Chattanooga in 30 miles
There’s Big Daddy’s Fireworks, with the Best Bang for Your Buck they say
And now Brad & Dolly are singing something soulful and pretty
and when I get where I’m going I’ll try to find that song again to play
Slower traffic stays to the right
we slow at mile marker 159
and pull over at the Rest Area at the Marion County Line
and it’s magnificence in a moment!
The Tennessee River, coming ‘round the bend, the breeze a-blowin’, the leaves a-fallin’
at Nickajack Lake
So back home again from the day away, driving back to Tullahoma
Past rocks and leaves and steep mountain grades - things we came by on the way
Past Battlecreek Log Homes and Lodge Cast Iron Outlets
And the signs hoping we enjoyed our visit to Ruby Falls
A train whistle blows in the distance, probably just coming into the downtown depot
It must mean something that we’re going home to Coffee County
while passing an ad for the Beans Creek Winery... I’m not sure what, tho’
Trains through Tullahoma are just a fact they say
like the beauty of the water, the reflections of our day
spent on the way to Nickajack Lake
| In an Old Man’s Memory Kathy Martin – Copyright © 1973 The leaves have turned from green to brown they’re covered now with dew and lately, almost every day my thoughts turn to you Remembrances of summer days of love’s first breath and sigh have made me unaware of time and of the days gone by I know now that my dreams of you are not reality But it seems you’ve always been here to keep me company So sit with me now, stand by my side the way you used to do And give me the strength to cope with life until I come to you. |
| I originally wrote this in 1973 as an ode between a widower and his wife of 50 years who had passed away the year before. After more recent events, it has taken on a new meaning for me... I dedicate this to all the parents who have lost their sons and daughters to the terrorist conflicts in Iran and Afgahnistan. |
| Advice From A Friend Kathy Martin -- Copyright©1998 You love each other. Hand in hand you stand and face the world. Beneath your passion lies a solid foundation of friendship, consideration, and trust. When times seem rough, draw from this... and try. Remain kind. Keep the balance you’ve been fortunate to find. Marriage is a fifty/fifty proposition. So, give and take. Bend to mend. Listen. Make your journey sweet! In the end, you’ll grow to know completeness. And, together, you can stay forever in love. |
Ree
How can you ever compensate for a debt so overwhelming
How can you ever give back for someone's time and sympathy
It leaves you with a sense of owing so much more than you could ever, ever relay
How can a simple thank you ever repay...
My sister...
She's my confidant, my friend indeed, my unwavering hero in my hour of need
She's a warrior, she's a gentle soul, she's the truth and the strength of all I know
And I know that it's true -- I'd never make it through
Without Ree
She's unfazed by conflict and unafraid, she does whatever it takes, she's always been brave
She has grit, and verve, and a quiet peace. But in her words, she'd just say, "How hard can that be?"
And I know that it's true -- I'd never make it through
Without Ree
My little sister, she's such a jewel
She's got a tattoo, I think that's so cool
She's the very best mom, and a best friend too
And she's been so there for me... I don't know what I would do without Marie
How can you ever compensate for a debt so overwhelming
How can you ever give back for someone's time and sympathy
It leaves you with a sense of owing so much more than you could ever, ever relay
How can a simple thank you ever repay...
My sister...
She's my confidant, my friend indeed, my unwavering hero in my hour of need
She's a warrior, she's a gentle soul, she's the truth and the strength of all I know
And I know that it's true -- I'd never make it through
Without Ree
She's unfazed by conflict and unafraid, she does whatever it takes, she's always been brave
She has grit, and verve, and a quiet peace. But in her words, she'd just say, "How hard can that be?"
And I know that it's true -- I'd never make it through
Without Ree
My little sister, she's such a jewel
She's got a tattoo, I think that's so cool
She's the very best mom, and a best friend too
And she's been so there for me... I don't know what I would do without Marie
She's the steady sound of the voice of reason
She's my Gibraltar rock if I need her to lean on
Her grace and humor help to dampen my doubts
If there's a way to make it, she'll figure it out
And I know that's it's true -- I'd never make it through
Without Ree
So -- how can you ever compensate
for a debt so overwhelming
How can you ever give back
for someone's time and sympathy
It leaves you with a sense of owing so much more
than you could ever, ever relay
How can a simple thank you
ever repay...
She's been so there for me...
I don't know what I would do without
Marie.
Kathy Martin - Copyright©2005
Fathers & Sons
Kathy Martin – Copyright © 1994
Now a son is a father
With a child of his own
He will teach his little one
That they are never alone
With the memories of patience
And joy that he’s known
A tender reminder
Of the love he was shown
By the son of a father
With a child of his own
Kathy Martin – Copyright © 1994
Now a son is a father
With a child of his own
He will teach his little one
That they are never alone
With the memories of patience
And joy that he’s known
A tender reminder
Of the love he was shown
By the son of a father
With a child of his own
| Someone sent this to me in an email... the author is unknown, but I thought it was some sound advice! Merri does too!! :) |
Good Advice from Your Dog
If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:
If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:
- When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
- Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
- Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
- When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
- Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
- Take naps.
- Stretch before rising.
- Run, romp, and play daily.
- Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
- Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
- On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
- On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
- When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
- No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout! Run right back and make friends.
- Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
- Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
- Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
- If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
- When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently
If You Don’t Try
Kathy Martin / Copyright©1997
It took courage to approach her
as she stood in silk and lace
And he looked calm in his cool confidence,
Considering the challenge he faced
“Can I buy you a drink?
Would you like to sit down?
Do you want to talk for a while?”
But when she turned to him with those icicle eyes
and that condescending smile
He knew it was a nice try
but no dice, no way, no how, not today
Still, he gave it a try
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
You pay a price to play the game
and things will always stay the same
Unless you try
She knew she would be nervous
Tense to the point of laughter
She never was one to believe
in happily ever after
But he seemed so sane
so self-assured
and it had been so long
She almost forgot this was a blind date
Could the time be right? Is he two hours late?
She knew it was a nice try
But oh well, it could’ve been swell
she’ll never know, so what the hell
She gave it a try
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
You pay a price to play the game
and you have no one else to blame
if you don’t try
And you know, you never know
Sometimes, in spite of all the things you do
What you’ve always wanted
lands right in front of you
They’re going out tonight
It’s been almost a year
How come time seems to fly
When you’re with someone who cares
It feels so right
from that first night
They know right from the start
they might never have found one another
each half of the same heart,
If they hadn’t tried
Opened up, took a chance, tossed that dice, returned that glance
Yeah, you have to try
Cause nothing ventured, nothing gained
You pay a price to play the game
and things will always stay the same
unless you try
you have to try
things will always stay the same
if you don’t try
Kathy Martin / Copyright©1997
It took courage to approach her
as she stood in silk and lace
And he looked calm in his cool confidence,
Considering the challenge he faced
“Can I buy you a drink?
Would you like to sit down?
Do you want to talk for a while?”
But when she turned to him with those icicle eyes
and that condescending smile
He knew it was a nice try
but no dice, no way, no how, not today
Still, he gave it a try
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
You pay a price to play the game
and things will always stay the same
Unless you try
She knew she would be nervous
Tense to the point of laughter
She never was one to believe
in happily ever after
But he seemed so sane
so self-assured
and it had been so long
She almost forgot this was a blind date
Could the time be right? Is he two hours late?
She knew it was a nice try
But oh well, it could’ve been swell
she’ll never know, so what the hell
She gave it a try
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
You pay a price to play the game
and you have no one else to blame
if you don’t try
And you know, you never know
Sometimes, in spite of all the things you do
What you’ve always wanted
lands right in front of you
They’re going out tonight
It’s been almost a year
How come time seems to fly
When you’re with someone who cares
It feels so right
from that first night
They know right from the start
they might never have found one another
each half of the same heart,
If they hadn’t tried
Opened up, took a chance, tossed that dice, returned that glance
Yeah, you have to try
Cause nothing ventured, nothing gained
You pay a price to play the game
and things will always stay the same
unless you try
you have to try
things will always stay the same
if you don’t try
| Domestic & family violence and abuse is rampant in this country and it needs to end -- now! If you or someone you know is the victim of this kind of abuse, contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or online at http://www.ndvh.org/ Here are some other website pages with helpful information: http://www.helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_ abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm http://www.christianwomentoday.com/advice/domesti cabuse.html http://www.drirene.com/ http://www.nursinghomealert.com/recognitionofabus e/verbalemotionalabuse.html |
Abused Too
- Kathy Martin / Copyright©2006
Just because you don’t hit her
Doesn’t mean you don’t hurt her
Words can be as sharp as a blade of steel
Just because you don’t stab her
Doesn’t mean you don’t wound her
Some scars are harder pressed to ever heal
- Kathy Martin / Copyright©2006
Just because you don’t hit her
Doesn’t mean you don’t hurt her
Words can be as sharp as a blade of steel
Just because you don’t stab her
Doesn’t mean you don’t wound her
Some scars are harder pressed to ever heal
Talk To Me
- Kathy Martin©2000
For everything we have in common
For all that we agree upon
It’s not unreasonable to fathom
an argument that can’t be won
It’s just a small misunderstanding
It’s just two different points of view
It’s only our opinions clashing
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you
Talk to me
Tell me your truth
Give me the choice and half a chance
to see it as you do
Yell if you need to
But let me understand
Talk to me
- Kathy Martin©2000
For everything we have in common
For all that we agree upon
It’s not unreasonable to fathom
an argument that can’t be won
It’s just a small misunderstanding
It’s just two different points of view
It’s only our opinions clashing
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you
Talk to me
Tell me your truth
Give me the choice and half a chance
to see it as you do
Yell if you need to
But let me understand
Talk to me
| So, you know what that means, don't you? Don't Worry... Be Happy!!!! |
| Paul’s Song - Kathy Martin©1983 Paul, your Daddy loves you so if you could only know how very much He would do most anything to have you here with him so close to touch He wants you to be good do all the things you should so one day when you grow to be a kind and gentle man, you’ll see you’ll be just like your Daddy, strong and true Paul, your Daddy loves you Paul, I know it’s very hard but you hold all the cards like in a game Yes, I know it shouldn’t be but one day you will see and feel the same He wants what’s best for you sometimes he really needs you so he can face another day ‘cause you’re the reason in his way He’d like to watch you learn and grow up, too Paul, I know your Dad, and he loves you Paul, your Daddy loves you so Someday you’ll come to know deep in your heart And Paul, I care about you, too Not just because you’re you, though that’s a big part I love you ‘cause you mean so much to him. And Paul, you see he means so much to me. |
Those Paper-Jam-in-the-Copier-Again Blues
Kathy Martin/Copyright©1986
I got plenty of work to do
More than my share
With deadlines to meet
But the machine’s in disrepair
Oh, I got ‘em bad...
I got those paper-jam-in-the-copier-again blues
The pressure’s killing me
My back’s against the wall
Seems like I spend my whole life
Just waiting on a service call
Oh, I got ‘em bad...
I got those paper-jam-in-the-copier-again blues
I can’t explain it
Why in all of this town
It’s always our copier
going down,
staying down...
Aw, I think it’s sad
You know what I mean
When you go to sleep at night
Collators jamming in your dreams
Oh, you know that’s when it’s really bad....
you got the blues
Yeah, I got ‘em so bad...
I got those paper-jam-in-the-copier-again blues
Kathy Martin/Copyright©1986
I got plenty of work to do
More than my share
With deadlines to meet
But the machine’s in disrepair
Oh, I got ‘em bad...
I got those paper-jam-in-the-copier-again blues
The pressure’s killing me
My back’s against the wall
Seems like I spend my whole life
Just waiting on a service call
Oh, I got ‘em bad...
I got those paper-jam-in-the-copier-again blues
I can’t explain it
Why in all of this town
It’s always our copier
going down,
staying down...
Aw, I think it’s sad
You know what I mean
When you go to sleep at night
Collators jamming in your dreams
Oh, you know that’s when it’s really bad....
you got the blues
Yeah, I got ‘em so bad...
I got those paper-jam-in-the-copier-again blues
| This is dedicated to everyone who can SO relate to the movie, "Office Space". Got a bat handy? You KNOW you want to... :) |
| Windows Copyright by Kathy Martin©1993 |
BLUE
Copyright by Kathy Martin©2006
Blue
Sad is the soul
that strives to be True
For to be True
Often times, you must be Blue
So I pick my favorite Hue
and go ahead and wallow...
contentedly, Azurely, I gaze
through my Cobalt and Indigo view
Until finally I
see through the gloom
I see through the Blue
to You
Copyright by Kathy Martin©2006
Blue
Sad is the soul
that strives to be True
For to be True
Often times, you must be Blue
So I pick my favorite Hue
and go ahead and wallow...
contentedly, Azurely, I gaze
through my Cobalt and Indigo view
Until finally I
see through the gloom
I see through the Blue
to You
| How's your Attitude? |
| "It's not so much what they say as what you hear." -- Toni Morrison |
| “I’m not weird, I’m gifted.” -- Unknown |
| “I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They say that it’s because a deer is such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I only have pictures of her.” -- Ellen DeGeneres |
Blue-Haired Broad
Copyright by Kathy Martin©2004
Copyright by Kathy Martin©2004
I’m proud to be a blue-haired broad
I’ve earned every single solitary hair
I won’t hold my tongue
I'll say whatever I want
No, I won’t quit until I’m done
I’m proud to be a blue-haired broad
And just what are you going to do?
I’ve lived and loved
and I've laughed a ton
Won’t stop ‘til my life’s through
I’ve earned every single solitary hair
I won’t hold my tongue
I'll say whatever I want
No, I won’t quit until I’m done
I’m proud to be a blue-haired broad
And just what are you going to do?
I’ve lived and loved
and I've laughed a ton
Won’t stop ‘til my life’s through
It Suddenly Occurs…
Copyright - Kathy Martin©2006
It suddenly occurs
While I’m sitting at my daily toil
And I’m concentrating so hard
But I hear him start to snore
Through the clicking of my keys
Through the music of the old movie playing
Through the sound of my memories
And I’m suddenly aware
Of all that’s gone before
Of the times he held my hand
Of the times he yelled and screamed
Of the times he laughed with me
Of all the time gone by
And I’m suddenly afraid
Of all that lies ahead
Of the harder time to come
When he won’t be there for me
To hold my hand
Or yell at me
Or laugh or snore
Anymore
And it suddenly occurs
How just a snore
Reassures
Copyright - Kathy Martin©2006
It suddenly occurs
While I’m sitting at my daily toil
And I’m concentrating so hard
But I hear him start to snore
Through the clicking of my keys
Through the music of the old movie playing
Through the sound of my memories
And I’m suddenly aware
Of all that’s gone before
Of the times he held my hand
Of the times he yelled and screamed
Of the times he laughed with me
Of all the time gone by
And I’m suddenly afraid
Of all that lies ahead
Of the harder time to come
When he won’t be there for me
To hold my hand
Or yell at me
Or laugh or snore
Anymore
And it suddenly occurs
How just a snore
Reassures
HER CHOICE
Kathy Martin©2006
Some see her as kind.
Some think her self-centered.
Others see her as thoughtless.
Some say she’s good-natured.
And some would say she’s an inconsiderate soul.
Some people might think that,
But they wouldn’t know.
She may sometimes lack tact
So some may call her insensitive.
Yet she can exhibit a charitable nature
Though some say she’s unappreciative.
But they don’t know her empathetic role.
So those people would think that,
Because they wouldn’t know
She’s actually frightened
And a little naïve;
Too proud to admit it,
Too scared to believe
In herself
And in those who truly love her.
She trusts no one;
Is constantly cynical;
Protective of what? Only she could tell you.
But she deems the world epic in scope
And so vast she can’t possibly cope.
So she may seem inflexible.
Prone to her own motivation
But she’d give you the moon
If she thought you had no other option.
Yet she would dubiously second guess her own gracious
choice.
See, most people wouldn’t think that.
They wouldn’t know how lonely her life is
Hearing only her own voice.
Most people wouldn’t know
That it’s the way she is -- the way she's always been...
That it’s always been her choice.
No, they wouldn’t know.
And why would they?
That’s also her choice.
Kathy Martin©2006
Some see her as kind.
Some think her self-centered.
Others see her as thoughtless.
Some say she’s good-natured.
And some would say she’s an inconsiderate soul.
Some people might think that,
But they wouldn’t know.
She may sometimes lack tact
So some may call her insensitive.
Yet she can exhibit a charitable nature
Though some say she’s unappreciative.
But they don’t know her empathetic role.
So those people would think that,
Because they wouldn’t know
She’s actually frightened
And a little naïve;
Too proud to admit it,
Too scared to believe
In herself
And in those who truly love her.
She trusts no one;
Is constantly cynical;
Protective of what? Only she could tell you.
But she deems the world epic in scope
And so vast she can’t possibly cope.
So she may seem inflexible.
Prone to her own motivation
But she’d give you the moon
If she thought you had no other option.
Yet she would dubiously second guess her own gracious
choice.
See, most people wouldn’t think that.
They wouldn’t know how lonely her life is
Hearing only her own voice.
Most people wouldn’t know
That it’s the way she is -- the way she's always been...
That it’s always been her choice.
No, they wouldn’t know.
And why would they?
That’s also her choice.
Be Silent No More
Kathy Martin/Copyright©2006
A letter came today
And it reminded me
Of something Martin said
So eloquently
He said: Our lives begin to end
On the very day
That we become silent
And never say
What we think or what we feel
About the things that matter most in our way
So… speak up I say!!
Talk a blue streak!
Say what you think!!
Because the sun is coming up tomorrow,
And it’s never too late
To try to change what’s wrong
And make it right
Light the dark
To make it bright
Pound loudly on every shuttered door
And when it comes to what you think
Be quiet
Be silent
No more
Kathy Martin/Copyright©2006
A letter came today
And it reminded me
Of something Martin said
So eloquently
He said: Our lives begin to end
On the very day
That we become silent
And never say
What we think or what we feel
About the things that matter most in our way
So… speak up I say!!
Talk a blue streak!
Say what you think!!
Because the sun is coming up tomorrow,
And it’s never too late
To try to change what’s wrong
And make it right
Light the dark
To make it bright
Pound loudly on every shuttered door
And when it comes to what you think
Be quiet
Be silent
No more
Another Prayer
Kathy Martin©2006
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray dear Lord You’ll always keep
Me close in thought and in Your care
And save me a place with You up there
Because dear Lord I must confide
That lately You are being denied
And people down here are not the same
Quite frankly Lord, they’re going insane
Not only killing the Earth You’ve given us
But killing each other without any conscience
The Jewish hate Arabs and Arabs hate Jews
It was so in Your time, so that’s nothing new
But people are finding horrendous ways to kill children
These are the most innocent and trusting of victims
So please dear Lord as I go to sleep
I pray that if You can not keep
Insane grownups from their own destruction
Please dear Lord, protect the children
Kathy Martin©2006
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray dear Lord You’ll always keep
Me close in thought and in Your care
And save me a place with You up there
Because dear Lord I must confide
That lately You are being denied
And people down here are not the same
Quite frankly Lord, they’re going insane
Not only killing the Earth You’ve given us
But killing each other without any conscience
The Jewish hate Arabs and Arabs hate Jews
It was so in Your time, so that’s nothing new
But people are finding horrendous ways to kill children
These are the most innocent and trusting of victims
So please dear Lord as I go to sleep
I pray that if You can not keep
Insane grownups from their own destruction
Please dear Lord, protect the children
| The Unsuspecting Cynic Kathy Martin©2006 The look of curiosity All innocence and sweetness How precious is a child And the wonder that they’re born with Every day of living life Chips away that beauty Until they’ve grown up captive To the unsuspecting cynic Who wishes for the wonder Of those trusting, carefree days |
The Rush
- Kathy Martin©2006
The hustling, jostling, rushing to make it in this world
Has made us blind to the beauty He has made
In the simplest of sights
Like the rustling leaves
Of a statuesque sycamore tree
Or the delicate petal
Of a single succulent Sterling Rose
Why, do you suppose, we scuttle this way and that
Without regard or remorse
Without conscience or concern
Of course, I discern, it’s the rush that distracts
The thrill of it
But alas
Like all manner of highs
It will grow bright
But then die
And where will we be?
Hustling and jostling to make it into His world
Where He’s been waiting
Patiently
I hope
We are worthy
- Kathy Martin©2006
The hustling, jostling, rushing to make it in this world
Has made us blind to the beauty He has made
In the simplest of sights
Like the rustling leaves
Of a statuesque sycamore tree
Or the delicate petal
Of a single succulent Sterling Rose
Why, do you suppose, we scuttle this way and that
Without regard or remorse
Without conscience or concern
Of course, I discern, it’s the rush that distracts
The thrill of it
But alas
Like all manner of highs
It will grow bright
But then die
And where will we be?
Hustling and jostling to make it into His world
Where He’s been waiting
Patiently
I hope
We are worthy
| Husbands and Wives -Kathy Martin©2006 Woman, you are my wife So fetch me this Make me that Wait on me hand and foot Because I am entitled And this is God’s will Bull! God gave us all free will Not just those who have their soft and tender parts on the inside, But those with them hanging on the outside as well I say Husband, you are a man Get up on the two strong feet that God gave you And get it yourself! Oh, and while you are there… God said that Love is Patient and Kind… Maybe you Could get two And share! |
| This is dedicated to the people in the town of Libby, Montana. To read some of what they are going through, you might check out this link: http://www.allaboutmalignantmesothelioma.com/asbestos-libby.htm |
| Is that Dust in the Air? Kathy Martin©2006 Hail, Mary – Shame on Grace Has the Lord forgotten me? I live in Libby, not far from the mine And I’m as sick as sick can be There’s dust in the air There’s dust everywhere And now it seems the company knew How can He allow such greed Mary, what can we do? I wouldn’t keep asking But it’s not just for me I’m afraid the whole town could die Please ask your Son to pray for us It’s in Him we must now rely My parents moved us to this place To gain a sweet and simple existence But thanks to Grace’s abject apathy Asbestos has left us in illness Holy Mary, Mother of God Pray for the Sinners, now and at the hour of our death But dear Mary, pray for us too Because we did not deserve this |
Do You
Haiku?
Haiku?
| For anyone who might not know, Haiku is a form of poetry where there are three lines, the first has 5 syllables, the 2nd 7 syllables and the 3rd 5 syllables. This 5/7/5 pattern is what makes it "Haiku". I've come to find it fun, and sort of challenging... here are some of my forays into the world of Haiku.... |
| This is America Kathy Martin©2007 The sunlight is shining through the blinds Throwing shadows on the table. As thoughts cross my mind… That we in this country Are so fortunate to find ourselves free. Because this is America. We take it for granted – Our ability to choose. And we can’t even fathom Just how much we could lose If it all went away. If we woke up tomorrow And weren’t allowed to sing or to pray… But this is America. And Americans stand for what is right. When someone’s in trouble, we’re the first to fight To save them from fates unimaginable. Americans are dependable And will go to any length Because we care and we draw from this strength. If there are people in need, We’re the first to share And try to make life worth living. Americans are always giving. And I’m proud to be red, white and blue. Patriotism isn’t something we use – It’s something we are – loyal and true. Because this is America. So the next time you hear someone Griping about How we don’t have this and We won’t live without… Just remember it’s not like they have to be here. It’s a really big planet With lots of places to go… And they’re lucky! The choice is all theirs!! Because THIS is America! |
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| This is a poem that was written by my friend, Sherry Lawson, for her brother Dennis, who passed away in 2005. It was just so beautiful, I asked her if she wouldn't mind sharing it with us here... |
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Watching the traffic from the 26th floor
Everyone’s in such a rush
It’s high noon in the city
They’re all meeting someone for lunch
Through the dirt-stained window I see a young couple
In the park sitting under a tree
She’s sharing her sandwich, he’s stealing a kiss
They’re as happy as two kids can be
In the right corner of the window I saw
The little gold writing that read
“Maternity Ward – Please Be Quiet!
Our Babies Are All In Bed!”
I saw a new father catch sight of his son
And a wonder came over his face
His tiny blue bundle’s life had just begun
And the world was now a much better place
I feel what affects me
I sense what is fake
I know what’s important
I know what can wait
I know what is precious
I trust what is real
I know what I feel
Everyone’s in such a rush
It’s high noon in the city
They’re all meeting someone for lunch
Through the dirt-stained window I see a young couple
In the park sitting under a tree
She’s sharing her sandwich, he’s stealing a kiss
They’re as happy as two kids can be
In the right corner of the window I saw
The little gold writing that read
“Maternity Ward – Please Be Quiet!
Our Babies Are All In Bed!”
I saw a new father catch sight of his son
And a wonder came over his face
His tiny blue bundle’s life had just begun
And the world was now a much better place
I feel what affects me
I sense what is fake
I know what’s important
I know what can wait
I know what is precious
I trust what is real
I know what I feel
There’s no time to waste on regret
We should throw all our worry away
If we truly forgive and forget
Life will mean more,
so much more every day
And I’m looking through a window of rose-colored glass
It’s my optimistic view
Things look, oh, so bright and hopeful
In shades that won’t be subdued
Could the sky be any bluer?
A greener green I’ll never find
Just the thought of the beauty of the leaf of a tree
Puts the perspective back into my life
I feel what affects me
I sense what is fake
I know what’s important
I know what can wait
I know what is precious
I trust what is real
I know what I feel
We should throw all our worry away
If we truly forgive and forget
Life will mean more,
so much more every day
And I’m looking through a window of rose-colored glass
It’s my optimistic view
Things look, oh, so bright and hopeful
In shades that won’t be subdued
Could the sky be any bluer?
A greener green I’ll never find
Just the thought of the beauty of the leaf of a tree
Puts the perspective back into my life
I feel what affects me
I sense what is fake
I know what’s important
I know what can wait
I know what is precious
I trust what is real
I know what I feel
| Here's a Thought ~ Life's a test... to prove nothing less than our love. It requests nothing less than our love... and demands nothing less than our love. |
| Best Bang for Your Buck! |
Fly Away
Kathy Martin – Copyright©1979
If I could only fly
I’d soar away today.
The days are getting much too long,
and I’m afraid that I can’t stay.
Behind this wall of fear
I hear the echoes of a distant call.
It seems so far away,
but actually
it comes from me –
the making of my heart,
the essence of my soul.
It’s searching from within the maze of feelings.
That old goal –
It always finds it’s way
back to the surface of my self
and sits at the back of my mind,
and patiently,
it waits for me.
I guess it knows I’ll come around in time.
But time –
It’s fast to pass me by.
And suddenly
the fear in me
rings loud and clear
and fine.
When will I overcome this gripping sense of failing?
For I should know by now
that a boat can’t sink
unless it’s sailing first.
And “try” has always been the key.
I wish I could try
the courage in me,
and fly away.
Kathy Martin – Copyright©1979
If I could only fly
I’d soar away today.
The days are getting much too long,
and I’m afraid that I can’t stay.
Behind this wall of fear
I hear the echoes of a distant call.
It seems so far away,
but actually
it comes from me –
the making of my heart,
the essence of my soul.
It’s searching from within the maze of feelings.
That old goal –
It always finds it’s way
back to the surface of my self
and sits at the back of my mind,
and patiently,
it waits for me.
I guess it knows I’ll come around in time.
But time –
It’s fast to pass me by.
And suddenly
the fear in me
rings loud and clear
and fine.
When will I overcome this gripping sense of failing?
For I should know by now
that a boat can’t sink
unless it’s sailing first.
And “try” has always been the key.
I wish I could try
the courage in me,
and fly away.
Trains through Tullahoma
Kathy Martin - Copyright©2006
Every Night
Every Day
Whistles whine and moan away
Agendas to make, No time to waste
Trains through Tullahoma
With signs of graffiti art
Adorning box cars
It must happen during city layovers
because they breeze right through here...
all the Trains through Tullahoma
Kathy Martin - Copyright©2006
Every Night
Every Day
Whistles whine and moan away
Agendas to make, No time to waste
Trains through Tullahoma
With signs of graffiti art
Adorning box cars
It must happen during city layovers
because they breeze right through here...
all the Trains through Tullahoma
| Cars they come Cars they go Box cars stacked with new cars for show on their way to showroom floors on Trains through Tullahoma Thundering, rolling, roaring It echoes For more than hours and hours each night Steel wheels keep turning, all night whirling The Trains through Tullahoma |
Solitaire
Kathy Martin©2006
It’s like when I’d see you playing solitaire...
it was all up to you.
You’d call the plays.
You’d make the rules.
It was you against the odds, and you’re used to it there.
You’ve always been the one
to keep her head,
to lay the roots,
making sure all you loved got their fair share.
But you don’t have to play this one alone...
I care.
I can be the ear you bend, the shoulder you cry on...
If you start to loose weight, I’ll feed you.
If you start to loose hair, I’ll wig you out!
I will share
the burden of pain and worry and woe;
throw the baggage this way and then
it just might be that much easier to bear.
Who’s to know?
No one else has to know!
It can just be between us --
our own special adaptation...
an optimistic variation
of solitaire.
Kathy Martin©2006
It’s like when I’d see you playing solitaire...
it was all up to you.
You’d call the plays.
You’d make the rules.
It was you against the odds, and you’re used to it there.
You’ve always been the one
to keep her head,
to lay the roots,
making sure all you loved got their fair share.
But you don’t have to play this one alone...
I care.
I can be the ear you bend, the shoulder you cry on...
If you start to loose weight, I’ll feed you.
If you start to loose hair, I’ll wig you out!
I will share
the burden of pain and worry and woe;
throw the baggage this way and then
it just might be that much easier to bear.
Who’s to know?
No one else has to know!
It can just be between us --
our own special adaptation...
an optimistic variation
of solitaire.
| I saw this on a local church's signboard and thought it made a lot of sense: "Worry is the darkroom where negatives can develop." |
| Birds on a Wire Kathy Martin©2006 We’re like birds on a wire Side by side Warmed by the current And the camaraderie Friends of a feather In good times and sad Sticking together Whether happy or mad In fair or foul weather We still flock to each other Like birds on a wire |
| Rows and rows abound Straight as soldiers attending Yet, how peaceful ~ Trees |
| Tranquil morning’s sigh Daylight yawns upon the leaves The garden awakes |
| Misty waterfall Plunges over mossy rocks Assiduously |
| Feel the wind’s soft kiss moonlit, bright, stargazing night angels breathless, sing |
| Leave strewn path well known Begging toward the journey home Canopy of Fall |
God’s Thumbnail
Kathy Martin©2006
From darkened shadows peeking
Through the mauve of vapors deep
We see God’s thumbnail winking
As the world goes off to sleep
Souls searching for true meaning
Of lives left unresolved
Begin their restless mission
Their sins to be absolved
Strive not for fame and fortune
With wealth and time, be adept
Rather set your course on service
You’ll find status a fleeting concept
In this Life, He gave us Choice
Our death is but a given
So frightened of the night, I’m not
Forgiveness lies in Heaven
As the world goes off to sleep
Through darkened shadows peeking
Through the mauve of vapors deep
We see God’s thumbnail winking
Kathy Martin©2006
From darkened shadows peeking
Through the mauve of vapors deep
We see God’s thumbnail winking
As the world goes off to sleep
Souls searching for true meaning
Of lives left unresolved
Begin their restless mission
Their sins to be absolved
Strive not for fame and fortune
With wealth and time, be adept
Rather set your course on service
You’ll find status a fleeting concept
In this Life, He gave us Choice
Our death is but a given
So frightened of the night, I’m not
Forgiveness lies in Heaven
As the world goes off to sleep
Through darkened shadows peeking
Through the mauve of vapors deep
We see God’s thumbnail winking
| Wide open spaces Leading to tree-lined entry Of mountain grandeur |
Question (poem for Dennis)
by Sherry Lawson©2005
And when his friend of many years
Though none too recent
Fell to shock and then to tears with my telling
I found it hard to hide surprise
And had to ask him
Did you not feel it?
The way the winds changed in the trees
Did you not see it?
The faint but ever present haze
On every single thing that this world has to offer
Did you not feel it?
Did you not hear it?
That low discordant droning tone
The one that masked the happy tinkle of a child’s toy
Well I can tell you, and firsthand
How the flowers, there were many,
Tried and tried to wake my senses with their sweet and varied fragrance
As I touched the faces, for myself, that he would never touch again
I have to ask you…..as his friend
Did you not feel it?
by Sherry Lawson©2005
And when his friend of many years
Though none too recent
Fell to shock and then to tears with my telling
I found it hard to hide surprise
And had to ask him
Did you not feel it?
The way the winds changed in the trees
Did you not see it?
The faint but ever present haze
On every single thing that this world has to offer
Did you not feel it?
Did you not hear it?
That low discordant droning tone
The one that masked the happy tinkle of a child’s toy
Well I can tell you, and firsthand
How the flowers, there were many,
Tried and tried to wake my senses with their sweet and varied fragrance
As I touched the faces, for myself, that he would never touch again
I have to ask you…..as his friend
Did you not feel it?
A Closer Glimpse of Heaven
Kathy Martin©2007
To ride the sky in a hot air balloon…
Soaring like a painted bird…
Floating free and ever upward.
Competing with the clouds
For a closer glimpse of heaven.
To be nearer to God and away from the sin
This world is so dependently full of.
Rising high and undeniably
In free flight
Puts us in touch with what’s good
And just, and right.
Because good has always been right,
And bad is almost always wrong.
We have to admit to have known all along.
Just because we choose to worship
From our own specific school,
Doesn't give us the right
To interpret His rules.
Do unto others,
And in our higher power we should trust.
Nothing else matters.
It's His lesson to us.
So be golden and glad
And be ever kind,
And this life that's been given us
Will turn out just fine!
Kathy Martin©2007
To ride the sky in a hot air balloon…
Soaring like a painted bird…
Floating free and ever upward.
Competing with the clouds
For a closer glimpse of heaven.
To be nearer to God and away from the sin
This world is so dependently full of.
Rising high and undeniably
In free flight
Puts us in touch with what’s good
And just, and right.
Because good has always been right,
And bad is almost always wrong.
We have to admit to have known all along.
Just because we choose to worship
From our own specific school,
Doesn't give us the right
To interpret His rules.
Do unto others,
And in our higher power we should trust.
Nothing else matters.
It's His lesson to us.
So be golden and glad
And be ever kind,
And this life that's been given us
Will turn out just fine!
| He’s in a better place… You know he’s smiling where The weather’s always fair And the sun is shining there The greens are greener than any you’ve ever seen He’s got the perfect tee time And a perfect set of knees He’s golfing with God And the angels are caddying - Kathy Martin©2007 |
| For my friend and surrogate father, Waymon "Doug" Gainous Jully 11, 1930 - February 8, 2007 In Loving Memory |
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Need
Kathy Martin©2006
Painted powdering blush
Brushed in-between mysteries sleeping
Reflection found, startled deep
Mirror image closely reaching
Need, once glanced
Wanting
Everything
Kathy Martin©2006
Painted powdering blush
Brushed in-between mysteries sleeping
Reflection found, startled deep
Mirror image closely reaching
Need, once glanced
Wanting
Everything
| With chiseled bad boy good looks and the rakish smile that Clooney always slips in place He stares down while thoughts form in his mind, and you see that look come across his face Although we perceive something must be up his bright white French cuffed sleeves When Paparazzi cry “George!” we then become just another one of the thieves… |
| George! Kathy Martin©2006 |
| A Journey towards Self-Esteem (A Series of Haikus) Kathy Martin©2006 Old photo does shock Over three hundred pounds then The candle did burn ~*~ Much lighter these days Down by eighty five so far With still much to learn ~*~ Look forward to change Each brings opportunity To live for one’s self ~*~ I realize now How precious is each moment Can relive not one ~*~ Maintaining struggle Of achieving healthy goal Makes this soul hopeful |
Tree of Hearts
Kathy Martin©2007
Our family tree
Branches far and wide
Hearts filled with love
Hang heavy
Like ripe fruit on the vine
Though far away each one
We are never far in our minds
As our tree of hearts
Stands the test of time
Kathy Martin©2007
Our family tree
Branches far and wide
Hearts filled with love
Hang heavy
Like ripe fruit on the vine
Though far away each one
We are never far in our minds
As our tree of hearts
Stands the test of time
A Candle
Kathy Martin©2007
A candle, lit to light the night
To warm a darkened room
To chase away the gloomy fright
Of night’s melancholy tune
Its shadows blush and seem to nix
All manner of sadness and woe
A candle, lit, can be just the fix
When it gives off that soft, warm glow
Kathy Martin©2007
A candle, lit to light the night
To warm a darkened room
To chase away the gloomy fright
Of night’s melancholy tune
Its shadows blush and seem to nix
All manner of sadness and woe
A candle, lit, can be just the fix
When it gives off that soft, warm glow
Winter Palms (Haiku)
Kathy Martin©2006
Blanketed in snow
The palm fronds pushing upward
Winter overnight
Kathy Martin©2006
Blanketed in snow
The palm fronds pushing upward
Winter overnight
The Fan
Kathy Martin©2007
Some things can draw a memory
So quick, you’re way back when
A wonderful whiff of after shave
And you’re walking with great granddad again
Or you hear a tune and remember the joke
That would make your kid sister so mad
Well, that’s how I felt just the other day
When I saw a lady pull a fan from her bag…
A beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan
A fascinating sight in these ipod days and times
This beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan
Immediately brought my grandmother to my mind
Her grace, her smile
Her impeccable Spanish style
The way she always dressed just so
And how she sometimes carried
a beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan
When I saw the fan, I remembered
Grandma’s beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan.
Kathy Martin©2007
Some things can draw a memory
So quick, you’re way back when
A wonderful whiff of after shave
And you’re walking with great granddad again
Or you hear a tune and remember the joke
That would make your kid sister so mad
Well, that’s how I felt just the other day
When I saw a lady pull a fan from her bag…
A beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan
A fascinating sight in these ipod days and times
This beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan
Immediately brought my grandmother to my mind
Her grace, her smile
Her impeccable Spanish style
The way she always dressed just so
And how she sometimes carried
a beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan
When I saw the fan, I remembered
Grandma’s beautifully classic, uniquely hand-painted,
hand-held, old-fashioned lace fan.
| Portraits of the Fallen (Kaziah) By Kathy Martin©2007 …about Kaziah Hancock, artist and amazing patriot, who paints the portraits of fallen soliders and sends them to their familes at no charge. She’s another American hero…. Kaziah says that as the artist she is, She can do little to stop a war… With every brushstroke She brushes a tear… With every slather She gathers them near to her heart. The art, the compassion she feels… Portraits of the fallen To never be forgotten. In her studio she reveres The sons and the daughters Of mothers and fathers Who have lost what they hold most dear. In her portraits of the fallen To never be forgotten, Kaziah sends them home With a kiss, And a wish, And a fervent prayer. She can do little to stop a war… But she paints a tribute to show them she cares. And her warm embrace will never be forgotten By a family gazing up at a portrait of their fallen. |
| To find out more about this remarkable woman and the project she's leading, click on the link below: |
Endlessly
Kathy Martin©2007
Endlessly waiting for a sign
Some signal that it will be alright
The nights are lonely and oh, so cold
What I wouldn’t give to have your arms enfold me
I’m so desperately praying for a clue
Some hint that will reveal all is well
A fleeting glimpse through the faces on the screen
I’m glued to CNN
Like a cheap price sticker on a discount soup tureen…
And I’m hungry for one, just one eyeful…
I’m endlessly waiting…
For a signal
For a clue
For just one sign of you
To know that you’re coming home to me
Safe
Sound
To stay around…
Endlessly
Kathy Martin©2007
Endlessly waiting for a sign
Some signal that it will be alright
The nights are lonely and oh, so cold
What I wouldn’t give to have your arms enfold me
I’m so desperately praying for a clue
Some hint that will reveal all is well
A fleeting glimpse through the faces on the screen
I’m glued to CNN
Like a cheap price sticker on a discount soup tureen…
And I’m hungry for one, just one eyeful…
I’m endlessly waiting…
For a signal
For a clue
For just one sign of you
To know that you’re coming home to me
Safe
Sound
To stay around…
Endlessly
Ms. Alice, I Wonder
Kathy Martin©2007
Ms. Alice, I wonder, are your eyes shining bright
Do you have that Cheshire smile
Are you happy and laughing
Did you get to meet Him tonight
And I wonder, Ms. Alice, are you waltzing the skies
Did you open your arms wide
Clap your hands and hold them high
Did you dance in His arms tonight
So much breathing space in the clouds
Long after this prison of our birth
We don’t even know how trapped we are
‘til after our time’s through on earth
When we meet Him
When we greet Him
‘Til we see Him again…
I wonder, Ms. Alice, was the rabbit by your side
A companion on the journey
Or was he a fair-weather friend
Taking things painlessly in stride
And Ms. Alice in Wonderland, are you pain-free tonight
Have you found your blissful victory
In the Lord’s assured destiny
Are you now at peace with your life
So much breathing space in the clouds
Long after this prison of our birth
We don’t even know how trapped we are
‘til after our time’s through on earth
When we meet Him
When we greet Him
‘Til we see Him again…
Ms. Alice, I wonder, are your eyes shining bright
Do you have that Cheshire smile
Are you happy and laughing
And did you get to meet Him tonight….
Kathy Martin©2007
Ms. Alice, I wonder, are your eyes shining bright
Do you have that Cheshire smile
Are you happy and laughing
Did you get to meet Him tonight
And I wonder, Ms. Alice, are you waltzing the skies
Did you open your arms wide
Clap your hands and hold them high
Did you dance in His arms tonight
So much breathing space in the clouds
Long after this prison of our birth
We don’t even know how trapped we are
‘til after our time’s through on earth
When we meet Him
When we greet Him
‘Til we see Him again…
I wonder, Ms. Alice, was the rabbit by your side
A companion on the journey
Or was he a fair-weather friend
Taking things painlessly in stride
And Ms. Alice in Wonderland, are you pain-free tonight
Have you found your blissful victory
In the Lord’s assured destiny
Are you now at peace with your life
So much breathing space in the clouds
Long after this prison of our birth
We don’t even know how trapped we are
‘til after our time’s through on earth
When we meet Him
When we greet Him
‘Til we see Him again…
Ms. Alice, I wonder, are your eyes shining bright
Do you have that Cheshire smile
Are you happy and laughing
And did you get to meet Him tonight….
November 20, 2007
Mrs. Alice Faye Fultz died today, sometime in the afternoon.
The last time I saw her was on Saturday evening in the CCU at
Harton Hospital. She was not her jolly self since she was
really struggling for her life… but she was still in there…
when the nurse tried to rouse her to say she had visitors, she
didn’t respond at first. I started to sing, “There’s a Long Black
Train, Coming Down the Line…” which was her favorite song
that she always requested of me at Life Care, and Alice
opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled a little, then looked at
the nurse and said, “She’s a singer!” She was one of my
biggest fans…:) And I’ll truly miss her smiling face!
Mrs. Alice Faye Fultz died today, sometime in the afternoon.
The last time I saw her was on Saturday evening in the CCU at
Harton Hospital. She was not her jolly self since she was
really struggling for her life… but she was still in there…
when the nurse tried to rouse her to say she had visitors, she
didn’t respond at first. I started to sing, “There’s a Long Black
Train, Coming Down the Line…” which was her favorite song
that she always requested of me at Life Care, and Alice
opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled a little, then looked at
the nurse and said, “She’s a singer!” She was one of my
biggest fans…:) And I’ll truly miss her smiling face!
| This poem was written by my friend Glenda Clark, a mom who feels blessed that her son returned from Iraq. With her kind permission, I thought I would share her thoughts with you here.... |
A Mother’s Perspective
Glenda Clark©2008
(Remembering my son, Kevin, on his return from Iraq)
It was a beautiful and warm early fall day
My youngest born son was going away.
I held onto the moment for as long as I could
My heart was breaking, as any mother’s would.
I couldn’t say to him all the things you would say
This trip would not be fun, even on a good day.
I had raised him to be a man of his own
So I couldn’t hold him back, now that he was grown.
Several days later he arrived at his “new home”
Tired, worn, and weary, but he made not a groan.
Soldiers, I guess are trained that way
He always said what I wanted him to say.
We tried to talk on the phone one day
But he had to run, the sirens were blasting away.
I held onto the phone, I began to pray
Please God, take care of my son today.
It was a beautiful and warm early fall day
I saw my soldier son making his way.
There was a field full of soldiers running with cheer
I saw only one and he was near.
I reached out my arms and then I knew
The burden was gone, my prayers had come true.
I cried many tears on that eventful day
For all the sons who would not pass our way.
You may think you know what another goes through
But in reality, not until it happens to you.
A mother whose son didn’t make it through
Will forever carry the burden, and others will too.
Glenda Clark©2008
(Remembering my son, Kevin, on his return from Iraq)
It was a beautiful and warm early fall day
My youngest born son was going away.
I held onto the moment for as long as I could
My heart was breaking, as any mother’s would.
I couldn’t say to him all the things you would say
This trip would not be fun, even on a good day.
I had raised him to be a man of his own
So I couldn’t hold him back, now that he was grown.
Several days later he arrived at his “new home”
Tired, worn, and weary, but he made not a groan.
Soldiers, I guess are trained that way
He always said what I wanted him to say.
We tried to talk on the phone one day
But he had to run, the sirens were blasting away.
I held onto the phone, I began to pray
Please God, take care of my son today.
It was a beautiful and warm early fall day
I saw my soldier son making his way.
There was a field full of soldiers running with cheer
I saw only one and he was near.
I reached out my arms and then I knew
The burden was gone, my prayers had come true.
I cried many tears on that eventful day
For all the sons who would not pass our way.
You may think you know what another goes through
But in reality, not until it happens to you.
A mother whose son didn’t make it through
Will forever carry the burden, and others will too.
| I can call myself a published poet! The International Library of Poetry and poetry.com has published three of my poems in three separate compliation books! "Be Silent No More" was published in their book entitled "Collected Whispers"; "Golfing with God" was published in "The International Who's Who of Poetry"; and "Trains through Tullahoma", my first published work, was in "Twilight Musings". All 3 are in the poetry below! I hope you enjoy! :) |
Published in the International Library of Poetry's Who's Who Publication, 2007
Just a Minute Ago
Kathy Martin©2008
Nighttime is dark
We have too much stuff
These are some things he explained to us
In a way that made us laugh
And think
He was here a minute ago
He said cut the commandments
From ten down to one
“To thyself thou shalt keep thy religion”
Then he’d point out to us what Evian backwards
Spells…
Ah… just a minute ago.
He was here just a minute ago
And I always wondered about him
What made his amazing mind tick
He was not just another cool dude
Turning some comedy stand-up trick… oh no…
He said time is precious, so keep this in mind
If you learn nothing else, learn to be kind
And when you remember 7 words I couldn’t say
Just smile and remember my face…
Another rat running the race…
and I was just
here a minute ago…
I was here just a minute ago
It was just a minute ago.
Nighttime is dark
We have too much stuff
These are some things he explained to us
Just a minute ago…
Kathy Martin©2008
- (I wrote this about George Carlin - these words - "he was here a
minute ago" is what I heard him say in an interview once that he
would want someone to say about him when he was gone... so I
have... :) We will miss him.)
Nighttime is dark
We have too much stuff
These are some things he explained to us
In a way that made us laugh
And think
He was here a minute ago
He said cut the commandments
From ten down to one
“To thyself thou shalt keep thy religion”
Then he’d point out to us what Evian backwards
Spells…
Ah… just a minute ago.
He was here just a minute ago
And I always wondered about him
What made his amazing mind tick
He was not just another cool dude
Turning some comedy stand-up trick… oh no…
He said time is precious, so keep this in mind
If you learn nothing else, learn to be kind
And when you remember 7 words I couldn’t say
Just smile and remember my face…
Another rat running the race…
and I was just
here a minute ago…
I was here just a minute ago
It was just a minute ago.
Nighttime is dark
We have too much stuff
These are some things he explained to us
Just a minute ago…
STILL HERE
(Words by Katherine E. Orr©1990)
It seemed whenever duty called, you couldn’t wait to fly
Though you’d be gone a year or more, you wouldn’t say good-bye
I loved you for the last time and watched you walk away
And the promise that I made you then, still holds true today
I’m still here…
They listed you as missing till seven years had passed
I stood and watched as others held their husbands close at last
As mem-o-ries grow dimmer and time keeps passing by
The hardest thing about it all is understanding why
But I’m still here…
I’m still here – where I said I’d always be
Still right here – you can always count on me
And I’ll never know if you can feel the love I share alone
But my heart is yours forever – so until they bring you home
I’m still here…
Your son’s just like his father, wants to fly beyond the moon
And your little baby daughter, she’s gonna graduate in June
As life goes on around me, my hope still lingers on
For you’ll need someone to hold you when they finally bring you home
I’ll be right here…
I’m still here – where I’ll be forever more
Still right here – until you’re accounted for
And though others have forgotten or were untouched by the pain
Your love’s alive within my heart till you’re in my arms again
I’m still here…
I’m still here….
I’m still here.
(Words by Katherine E. Orr©1990)
It seemed whenever duty called, you couldn’t wait to fly
Though you’d be gone a year or more, you wouldn’t say good-bye
I loved you for the last time and watched you walk away
And the promise that I made you then, still holds true today
I’m still here…
They listed you as missing till seven years had passed
I stood and watched as others held their husbands close at last
As mem-o-ries grow dimmer and time keeps passing by
The hardest thing about it all is understanding why
But I’m still here…
I’m still here – where I said I’d always be
Still right here – you can always count on me
And I’ll never know if you can feel the love I share alone
But my heart is yours forever – so until they bring you home
I’m still here…
Your son’s just like his father, wants to fly beyond the moon
And your little baby daughter, she’s gonna graduate in June
As life goes on around me, my hope still lingers on
For you’ll need someone to hold you when they finally bring you home
I’ll be right here…
I’m still here – where I’ll be forever more
Still right here – until you’re accounted for
And though others have forgotten or were untouched by the pain
Your love’s alive within my heart till you’re in my arms again
I’m still here…
I’m still here….
I’m still here.
| A fellow Magnolia asked me to look at her poem and put music to it. I did. Because of these amazing words, it's a powerful song - especially with our on-going conflicts in Iran and Afghanistan... Katherine dedicates this especially to Cdr. Charles R. Lee, USN, MIA 1967 over N. Vietnam, whose remains were finally returned in 1993. This is also for those who may still be out there... |
