Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 148
July 30, 2021
Manhandler
Think you’re tough?
Think you’re rough?
Acting such a rogue is just your bluff.
Storming from the table,
Cast your lot into a Cain and Able fable.
Alibis disguise your lies.
Still your dastard hand, you bastard.
You’ll not handle me in conquest,
Not without a heavy price.
I have seen your heavy-handed
Grand manipulations landed squarely
On an unsuspecting jaw
Just like a Billy club.
Bullish in your swank and swagger.
Swooping, storming in a lather.
Total disregard, no conscience.
Lower than the lowest grub.
Someday you’ll get your come-uppance,
Though it may not be from me.
I just hope to be around.
It’s something I would like to see.
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July 28, 2021
Killers on the Loose
Hide the children. Cloister all the
Innocents who stand defenseless.
Warn them. Teach them to be wary.
There are killers on the loose.
Beast who stalk with stealth precision,
Stealing lives without remorse.
Monsters born to know no conscience,
Feel no pain, bear no grief.
Murders planned and carried out for
Recognition, nothing more.
Seeking blessings of hereafter,
As if God would have it so.
Twisted minds. Twisted mentors.
Twisted sheep in sacrifice.
Wake the giant from his slumber.
Judgment,
Justice to be served.
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July 27, 2021
No Escape
Doors locked tight in deadbolt fashion,
Windows barred. No latch. No key.
Trapped inside this prison fortress,
Waiting… yearning to achieve.
Duped by longings long forgotten,
Lulled by enigmatic pride to
Seek the comfort of your lodging,
Never thinking I may want to leave
Someday. Prideful, stubborn,
Hopeless to the bitter end.
Contemplating thoughtless choices.
Touching tear-stained eye to sleeve.
There was never time for singing,
Dancing, laughing, ploy or play.
Only cries of desperation, No escape.
No time to grieve.
There must be some far off refuge
Where the hopeless may aspire.
Forced to live in fruitless foil,
Waiting, yearning for reprieve.Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
July 26, 2021
No Exit
You’re in it now right up to your knees;
A quicksand quagmire of coarse confrontation.
Stagnant in stalemate with no end, no exit,
No friend or ally to help share the load.
Faced with a frenzy of cautious confusion,
Flashes and firefights flooding the fray,
Beastly procession of angry antagonist
Rise from a distance to roar in your face.
Every angle meets staunch opposition.
Every side sidles out, closes in.
Flanked by the forces of fragmented evil,
Stench of his hot breath close to your throat.
Praying for miracles, waiting for angels to
Lift you and carry you out of the storm.
Raising your sword in final defiance.
Duel to the death.
Freedom at last.
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July 22, 2021
Enter Here
Welcome all who dare to enter,
Care to take a look inside.
Candles flicker introspection;
Murky depths where monsters tend to
Hide from unsuspecting prey,
Shadow stalking building to
Last minute leaping, thrashing slashing.
If you venture, you must pay.
Asking price? A soul or two,
Or perhaps your dignity.
Brazen is the caretaker who
Sells this medicine to you.
Cross the threshold of this manor.
Plunge to darkness. Rise to light.
Hand on dagger, eyes and mind
Wide open, challenging the fear.
All are mortal in this kingdom
Where eternity begins.
Voices call out through the gloom,
Hope for all who enter here.
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July 21, 2021
Let It Go
He said, "We will last forever."
She said, "'Til death do we part."
He said, "You are my everything."
She said, "You have all my heart."
He bade, "What more can you give me?"
"I have no more", she replied.
He said, "This is not enough!"
She said nothing as she cried.
"I don't know what you want from me,"
She uttered through her bitter tears.
He mocked and scoffed, "I shouldn't have to
Tell you after all these years."
She clings with hope for some resolve;
Confused, bewildered by his take,
But both are silent, mute out of respect
Each for the other's sake.
But they both know that it's over,
Curtain's fallen on the show.
The end has come...
No curtain call...
It's time to let it go.
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July 20, 2021
Putting Out Fires
Sometimes the flames crowd
The distant horizons as though
The sunset is scorching the Earth
With her dazzling brilliance
Consuming the hills and the forests
Surrounding in every direction.
Little to do, when the fires lose their mercy,
But stand back and watch
As they dance in the dark.
Hoping they stay at a tolerable distance
Lest we are caught in her horrible rage.
Ready to run as she grows ever closer,
Feeling the brush of her heat on my cheeks,
Praying the Heavens to open their bounty
And drown her passion with torrents of rain.
Standing and staring transfixed
On her beauty. Longing to know her
In intimate ways, yet fearing her fury
That grows ever stronger.
Torn by emotions... Lost in a daze,
A groundswell of longings that grows ever higher.
Do I become one with, or put out the fire.
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July 19, 2021
Stop! Thief!
I used to have a heart, a soul,
A spirit filled with promise that was
Blind to passion's overfill, the overkill
That cuts the vein and
Lays it open 'til the flow
Of heavy blood has paid the toll,
And the heart is starved of precious life
Drowning in a sea of pain.
I was happily naive,
Exuberantly overjoyed
Until you made your entrance like
An actor walking on a stage;
Pondering your audience,
Lines rehearsed, emotions packaged
Waiting for the moment to
Unleash your frightening fits of rage.
You came stalking with intent
Leaving my heart filled with grief,
And then you stole my innocence
As if you were a common thief.
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July 18, 2021
Standoff
Barricaded!!!
Trapped behind a wall so high
That I must struggle on my keep
Around the clock. Her fortress mocks me
As my eyes refuse to sleep.
Sailing off into the sunset
Is a haunting distant dream
That lingers near, never clearly
Focused as I plot and scheme
To free these bonds, escape this prison,
Throw my jailer to the ground
And run to freedom somewhere distant
Where the fruits of truth abound.
If I only had the strength to
Face the showdown up ahead;
Bold to face the consequences,
Fearing still the flags of red
I sit quiet in my armor
As the stalemate lingers still,
Testing every ounce of metal,
Every measure of my will.
So, the standoff must continue.
Neither side will acquiesce.
In the end, just who will win?
Who will come out second best?
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July 17, 2021
Bustin' My Chops
Why should I be bustin' my chops?
Sweating for somebody else's crops
Where payment is grossly under-fair,
Where dignity reaches the edge and drops
Like a hammer crashing a pane of glass
In a World obsessed by position and class.
A struggle as old as primordial man
Where strength and aggression are played hand in hand
And survival had only two classes, it's said;
Divided between the quick and the dead.
But these days it's money that seems to divide
Where the classes are structured, how we decide
Who has worth, what has meaning, who gets the bone
With the meat neatly picked; who ends up alone.
Worshiping God on an altar of green
As immortal worth becomes ever so lean.
But truth is not fleeting.
Please, make yourself clear.
Our struggles are not always as they appear.
The classes are self-made and self-imposed,
And nothing the freehearted ever need fear.
For happiness crosses all boundaries and classes.
Contentment survives and thrives with the masses.
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