Martha Poems | Examples

Martha on the US Stamp

My theme is, “Martha Washington – but why?”
First Lady – how the Big Man’s wife behaves
was fixed by her: so Jackie Kennedy

was shaped by Martha. Coming through the rye,
we learn that some are heroes, others knaves,
and some deserve to live in infamy

but end up famous. Think of “Family Guy”,
the David Hasselhofs, the Flavor Flavs,
or Arnold (Benedict), or Syngman Rhee.

So what did Martha do, that I decry?
She prompted no contumely, made no waves:
she didn’t do a thing – and there’s the key.

She didn’t change the world. She didn’t try.
The wealth you didn’t earn is what depraves:
one of Virginia’s wealthiest was she!

The only thing her husbands did was die.
Though not exactly dancing on their graves,
she certainly enjoyed her liberty

and dead men’s money. Didn’t have to buy
a toothpick. Bricks and mortar, horses, slaves –
she got the lot. And slowly, by degree,

she handed down (for Martha was on high)
the stuff that each descendant always craves –
the loot. It went to Robert Edward Lee.

Martha And Mary

As human, with humans, like milk with water, you mingled.
In you, love for anyone and anywhere got kindled.
Martha, Mary, and Lazarus were your friends and neighbours.
They from you, and you from them, bestowed and received favours.

As a sister to a brother, Martha brought you complaints.
Mary was busy with immortal matters like the saints.
Tell Mary to reach out to me in my work, Martha said.
Mary has chosen the best; you said, Let her go ahead.

Meals, conversations, and times of joys and sorrows you shared
For each of their feelings, as though a close comrade you cared
Sparks of celestial graces engulfed them in your presence.
As though innocent children, there's no self-complacence.

With contemplation and action, life, death, and rising flew
In your words, deeds, and actions, breezes of compassion blew.

One Up Martha

No matter what story we have to tell
Including stories about sometimes landing in hell
One-Up Martha can easily one up it and does with glee
Her friends are slim, maybe non-existent if you ask me.

Why does she always do that? Another friend says.
She needs the extra attention says my Aunt Inez.
But it’s so annoying! I can hardly stand her at all.
Maybe that’s why she has no friends, says Paul.

I decide to try again, so I give Martha another chance.
“I know how to ballet, waltz, and watusi,” she says when I tell her I dance.
“Been diagnosed with six ailments,” she throws in two.
I finally give up trying after she one-ups me six times, wouldn’t you?

Overstocked

One needn't be a Trump fan to
marvel at the sales persona in
the D.T. man..
Looming criminal charges don't seem
to matter as the marketing of his name
just keeps his wallet growing fatter..
It' similar to Martha Stewart and the
K mart plan.
People kept buying her products and
her name became a brand.

If Americans would stop buying his product and
to his rally's flock.
All the stores would have to hold sales
and admit  they had overstocked..

You're Trying to be a Martha in a Mary World

This is no “mirror talk” 
It’s a eulogy in the making 
And your indecision towards everything about me is record-breaking 
It’s as infinite as a galaxy but not nearly as pretty 
Well everything I could want, is here with me now 
Everything I could need, I’m working for right now
Well everything I could’ve needed from you 
Has tasted the needle and watched it’s veins turn neon green
Already gone and foaming at the seams 
At least one of my manifestations deserves to rest in peace 
I’m reaiming my punch at the wall clock and not the timecard 
Through the shards, I rip out the smaller hand and admire this blade I’m now wielding 
And all this time I’m now saving 
No “higher ups” could hear me bleeding and aching through the ticks of a nine to five 
but per their message of relief, take it a minute at a time and we’ll be fine 
While I’m holding this fate-crusher in my palm, 
I might as well cross a few names off my list 
You may see this as a fight, not even working taking 
But my whole life has been an open vein and all I’ve ever done is subsist 
This is no pep rally,
It’s a eulogy in the making

Martha Had Used a Megaphone

With a patience running out
Martha is ready to shout.
“Just what is this all about
And who had you meant a lout?”

Martha’s planned building of guilt
In one who wants her to wilt.
Martha knows where matter tilts
And can clearly feel its stilts.
Martha: one to make amends,
However, the matter bends.
There are things you just don’t start,
For trying would break a heart.

Ann had remained white with shock
That Martha did lips unlock
On a thing of trust made known;
To be not neared megaphone…

Dont Leave the Matter To Martha

Don't anyone on this flatter
Nor leave the matter to Martha.
To her it might mean 'No matter'
While it's one that could things batter.

Long-built relationships scatter,
When challenged lips simply mutter
Once clean lives in foulest gutter,
Quiet room source of loud clatter.

Each time, I awake this matter,
Fears of waiting ruin get fatter:
I glimpse feet and hear their patter.
As they inch closer, blood-spatter

Martha Stewart

The small print on my facecloth said Marth Stewart.
-But I knew what it meant-

A Martha Stewart Pan

I bought a Martha Stewart pan and liked it very well
now for my cooking needs I have ten or twelve
I used to drive a big old Ford Galaxy it was colored brown
now I have a green Chevy truck to get around
Once I only drank Coca Cola to cool me down
now a Pepsi even RC my thrust to drown
Blue jeans were all I wore that was a fact
now I am more comfortable in a pair of slacks
Once I always slept in PJ's to dream the night away
now in loose t-shirt and boxers on slumber's sleigh
I once watch network television for shows and news
now its all streaming for entertainment woos
I used to pray at night before I went to sleep
now I pray anytime of the day or week
The more things change they really do
but the one constant I keep as I love you.

She Is a Martha Stewart

Our hostess had creamed cheese in pea pods.
I loved it!
And jalapeno jelly in wonton wraps.
I love jalapeno. 
I made a pig of myself.
Snorting and chomping.
Squealing with hog gusto.
She brought out strawberry turkey salads.
She’s like Martha Stewart, my friend suggested.
Except she has probably never been in jail, I replied.
Jealous of both of them.

God Loves Women

Women should be feeling proud
Because, different from pull-her-downs we see,
One august One acknowledges them,
And that one is the god of the bible.

According to that book Sarah was gracious.
So were Rebecca and Rachel.
Mary the mother of Jesus too
Emerges from the record glorified!

Jesus himself had two good friends:
Mary and her sister Martha,
The sisters of his friend Lazarus.
Jesus respected them. No condescending!

When Jesus was risen from the dead
The first to know were women believers
Who had come to embalm the corpse.
Jesus then sent these to the apostles.

By several witnesses a matter is established.
The message is that God loves women!

Our Greatest Need - 2

She sits and listens
Intent on every word 
Not once does she visit the kitchen
Where I need her help, her assistance
There is so much to do, so many tasks
And she simply won’t help me

She sits at His feet
Listening and heeding 
His every word brings a peace
To her expression… 
What could He be saying?
She looks so content there at His feet
Smiling her love, so attentive

She should be helping me, shouldn’t she?
I think I’ll go in and tell Him…
Mary isn’t helping me with the meal…
He’ll surely make her come in and help me

When I told Him I needed her help with these things…

Jesus told me… 

**“Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things… but one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”

Yes, she sits at His feet, breathless with pleasure
She sees that this is what she needs…
His light poured out over her soul, shining in hope
Whispering love, coloring her thoughts
In brilliant rays of faith that comes to life with His words.

Just being with the Lord. This is our greatest need!




** Luke 10:41-42 (KJV)

Poor Martha Anne Mcbanes

Here lies pretty Martha Anne McBanes
She never sang verses, only refrains
While attempting to whistle,
Pricked her chin on a thistle
And died of an infection in her brain.

written March 3, 2022

Mary and Martha

Martha was busy with food to prepare
as Mary sat so intently aware
     while Jesus was teaching,
     with Martha beseeching,
“Tell her to help me, this labour to share."

Jesus responded, “Martha you worry,
you busy about all in a flurry.
     Mary's offering praise
     with devotional gaze.
She's chosen aright. Abandon the hurry.”

Luke 10.38-42

An Ode To Martha Stewart

Every month, without fail, I buy your magazine,
   I read it through from front to back, to see what I might glean.
   I'm awed at your endeavors and your accomplishments are many.
   You show readers how to keep a home and save a pretty penny.

   You sew and craft, dice and bake, then deftly plant a row.
   You show the way to knit and felt, and how to mix up scrumptious dough.
   Yes, Martha you amaze me, your work ethic is supreme.
   And creating order out of chaos is every woman's dream.

   You make affixing glitter look like more than just plain fun.
   You roast and toast, and yes, compost, until the job is done.
   I'm sure you have your critics, though I hope that they are few.
   We may buy your sheets in Macys, your pots and dishes too.

   You've shown this world the domestic life and all it's meant to be.
   Most of all you've given hope to plain old gals like me.

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