Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 165
January 30, 2021
The Parade
So many people
Lining the byways
From curb to picket fences
As far as the eye can see.
Young boys on
Their father’s shoulders
Straining hard to
Catch a glimpse of
Something special,
Something shiny in the distance.
Sirens blasting
With such fury
Dogs and children
Want to run.
Clown balloon-man
Passing favors
Sad-faced mime
Brings silent joy.
Stalwart veterans
At attention,
Heart salute as
Glory passes.
And the band plays
J.P. Souza
As a memory ensues.
Strike the chords and
Sing the chorus.
Fill the air with
Joyous muse.
Run the gamut
Of emotion
In a game
You cannot lose.Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
January 29, 2021
Take a Chance
Chances are
Your chances
Are a chance you have to take
If your dances and romances
Leave all logic in their wake,
And you are left to contemplate
The heel of your mistake
As the latest of the greatest
Walks away.
There will be joy.
There will be pain
And sorrow mixed with ecstasy,
But that’s the way it’s always been,
The way that it was meant to be.
The apple hangs upon the tree,
And you can wait for it to fall,
Or take a chance to taste it now
And savor it
All day.
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January 28, 2021
Strong Will… Desperate
No fault I find in enterprise.
It has its place
Thought fraught with lies,
And evil overlords abound
To hardly anyone’s surprise.
As old as ages
Stories told,
Hardly headlines anymore,
The strong-willed, desperate
Cattle Baron fighting to keep open range.
Dark knights hired as mercenaries
Keep the rabble in its place,
Humble and subservient,
Immune to any change.
But change does come
As time demands
And desperation rises up
With sword in hand to
Take its due,
To seize its rights,
To claim the land,
To show its will is
Just as strong,
And right shall triumph
Over wrong.
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January 27, 2021
Falcon Sweeping Down
Nestled in his lofty perch
Among such Spartan furnishings
He contemplates the oneness of
His single-minded quest.
To triumph every battle,
To conquer every prey,
To hover in the clouds and know
He is above the best
The swiftness of his crushing jaw,
His talons strong and sure,
The unrelenting tenure of
His vast tenacity,
The beauty of his flawless flight,
This fateful knight of doom
Bounding and rebounding
Between fear and anarchy.
Oh, shall I see or ever know
A knight of more renown
Who rides the air of chivalry,
This falcon sweeping down.
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January 26, 2021
Who’s Voice?
Silence in the midst of hubbub
Sweeps across a crowded room
To land on ever-anxious ears,
Wanting, waiting to be stilled.
Needing nurture,
Seeking solace,
Wishing wisdom come to call,
Wistful wanting
Fuels frustration
In this clustered free-for-all.
Blissful silence sweeps forever.
Listless souls may now rejoice.
Sweet surrender calls my name.
Fleeting question is…
Who’s voice?
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January 25, 2021
Sleeping In the Clouds
Cool up here…
Cool enough to ask for an extra blanket,
But I won’t ask.
Don’t want to bother those
Already settled,
Already sleeping.
Far too excited
Too restless to sleep up here in the clouds
Where angels tread.
Waiting, hoping that one will float by,
One… or a multitude
Heralding gospel,
Rescuing downtrodden,
Offering comfort in times of need,
Whispering softly into my ear
Until at last
Blissful sleep finds my pillow
And I am transported
To a throne on high.
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January 24, 2021
A Child Smiled
Hard day
Endless drudgery
Capped by seething innuendo
Crashing, slashing ankle high,
Forehead bashing on the wall,
Teardrops just about to burst
Flooding cheek with heavy brine
From endless oceans dark and deep
Where evil is her queen.
Feeling firmly pistol-whipped by
Muggers unidentified,
Taken for a Jersey ride
Where victims often don’t survive.
Just when hope was all but lost at
The very edge of hell,
A miracle on lofty wings…
A child smiled…
All is well.
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January 23, 2021
An Angel Cried
An angel cried this morning
As another soul was lost,
But not from lack of trying…
It just wasn’t meant to be.
The entire choir chimes with
Multitudinous dismay at
The prospect of her prospect
Drudged in mournful harmony.
Oh, if only she would listen,
If only she could heed,
If faith would yield perception
In her muddled little world.
In quiet desperation
As the angel band pleads softly
She stumbles to the precipice
And never hears a word.
A victim of indifference,
A case of stubborn pride,
Her fate an ageless story
As another angel cried.
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January 22, 2021
I Call Your Name
In troubled times when
Every bobble burst a bubble of despair
And crazed confusion drapes delusion
In a fractured fairy tale…
When all the hustle of the bustle
Havocs in a manic mind
And frantic frenzy fills a fortress,
Floods the forest and the plain…
If every moment turned an eon,
Every flash a memory,
Every picture came to life
And haunted all my waking hours…
If time should pass me to its bosom,
Suffer me to go insane…
I would not grieve.
I would not leave.
I would simply call your name.
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January 21, 2021
Beautiful
Where is beauty to be found?
Is it truly in the beholder’s eye?
Does it really only run skin deep?
Can it be rescued from yet another cliché
Or broadened still from horizon to horizon?
Is it merely a pregnant pause?
A moment of quiet reflection in
An otherwise horrid, insidious day?
Can it soothe the beast?
Calm the Storm?
Or is it the actual storm itself
Sequestered in a lace-trimmed veil,
Stalking tree-lined streets of gold
To rest beneath my windowsill?
Or is it you, my sweetest one?
Are you my beauty, draped with grace?
Would darkness fill me were your face
Not burned into my memory?
I could not,
Would not want to know.
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