Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 169

Heart Bender

Do not fold, spindle or mutilate

This heart.

It is sent to you

Preformed, filled with

A billion delights

All ready to eat like

A chocolate surprise.

Open your eyes to

An optical feast

From the most to the least

Stretching hither to yon.

 

Hope springs from darkness,

Searches for light with

A fever and fervor

Reserved for the righteous to

Bask in the glow,

Forever to grow,

 

To bend but not break

If the answer is “no”.

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For Love or Money

Funny, the reasons so often decried

For actions unfettered,

Undisclosed.

The weeping, the wailing,

The tight upscale railing,

The lies and disguises,

The sinking boat bailing.

 

More often than not

All filters down to

One or the other,

Sometimes both.

 

Be it love or money,

Persimmons or honey,

Dark, dank or sunny

The net of its worth is

A price worth its weight in

Emotion or cash, and

Choice is the demon who

Rations the stash.

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Giving

Take your pleasures

Where you find them;

At least that’s what I’ve always heard.

Doesn’t mean you

Step on toes to

Writhe in throes of ecstasy.

 

Simple acts of kindness carry

Special blessings in their tote,

Free to all who spread their joy,

Joy to all who spread them free.

 

Is it just me?

Might you agree?

Might pilgrims see the

High degree of blessings

Held in giving hands

Riding on an endless sea.

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Awake at Midnight

Watching walls…

         Awake again

With midnight creeping past my door.

Mind awash with daylight dread,

Thoughts unsaid,

         Sad regrets.

 

A million ways to make amends

For slights and slashes of the tongue,

Songs unsung or sung so much

They cannot leave my hollow head.

 

Nagging hunger for a slice of

Humble pie as recompense.

Trying hard to make some sense of

Arguments and quarrels.

 

Oh, the horror.

         Ah, the humor.

Steeped in rumored innuendo

Meant to send no earthly message

For the masses to ignore.

 

Oh, that I could clear my head of

Past regrets,

         Future frets.

Perhaps I would not find myself alone

         Awake at midnight.

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Trust

I will not question your remiss.

You cannot help your folly in

A frenzied, fashioned, frivolous

Profusion of profession.

 

Within a welt of weariness

Without a weathered wariness

You seethe a certain innocence

That escalates confusion.

 

How could I doubt?

Why should I shout?

What kind of lout would question?

To taunt or mock

Would cause a shock

But garner no confession.

 

I will not cry

Or alibi

Or grumble in disgust.

Sometimes the fat

Is rendered to

A simple act of trust.

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Blessings Abound

My humble life has been so blessed

In myriad of ways,

I offer up a thankful prayer

For every breath I take.

So many acts of thoughtfulness

And debts I must repay

To friend or foe or family

Or just for kindness sake.

 

I lift my gaze up to the clouds

And somewhere far beyond,

To all of those who’ve gone before,

Who entered Heaven’s gate,

Who searched for something to believe

But ended all too soon,

And took with them a comfort

That had always been their fate.

 

Blessings are not hard to find,

They’re scattered all around.

One only needs to look inside

To see where they abound.

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Fleet Afoot

The racing speed of a desperate cheetah…

The delicate grace of his fleeing prey…

With deft and defiance an agile surfer

Angles the crest of an angry wave.

 

High-stepping kickers on pitch, field or rink

Leap with dexterity, race to the goal…

Turning the tables to stem the aggression…

Quick to defend… Eager to save.

 

I stand in amazement,

Staggered in awe,

Cheer for the effort

As if it were mine.

Praise to the winner,

Bask in the glory.

Sharing a toast, let us

Savor the wine.

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Life Goes On

If the end is the beginning and

The portal must be breached,

Then the search need not fall heavily

Upon the beaten masses who

Sit and weep and keep the vigil

Deep into the night,

Who cast their gaze toward heaven til

The hopeless feeling passes.

 

And you and I bear witness

And stalk uneasy truths

And wonder at the wonder of

The awful wondrousness.

Dare we pose the question?

Dare we to offer answer?

Are we somehow at fault and

If we are, do we confess?

 

For every sparkling dewdrop

For every baby’s cry

For every lilt of laughter in

A halt and brazen world

There lives a new beginning

There lives a sad goodbye 

A bittersweet dilemma

As the story is unfurled.

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Seasons

I would not want to live in a place

Where seasons do not habitate

To spread the wondrous magic of

Their ever-changing fickle face.

In jest one may make comment

When the climate is in perfect pitch,

“Oh, if only it could be like this

The whole year round, it would be bliss.”

 

But foolish words are often uttered

And selfish thoughts prevail until

The parts and sum are reconciled

And truth is finally revealed.

The bitter bite of winter’s teeth

Not so hard to endure when

The knowledge of rekindled birth

Lies waiting in the springtime rain.

 

A burst of blossoms greening earth

Reviving all the hope of youth,

Mellowing into the truth that

Ages into summer wine.

And summer passes into autumn

As her leaves begin to fall

In triple-glorious profusion,

Nature’s pallet filled with awe.

 

Let me live in hemispheres where

Angels tilt the fragile scale,

Where light is dark and dark is light

And seasons can prevail.

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Grace

Swift… The sword can be

         So unforgiving

Striking at random

         In tandem or thrice

Stalking the night in

         Succinct predilection

Pumped with bravado

         Knowing no shame

Where is my White Knight

         On galloping steed?

Swift to the fray he rides

         Brandishing steel

Taking the mantel of

         Conquering angel

Holding the laurel of

         Sweet victory

 

Grace be my savior

         Hope my redeemer

Yielding a kiss on

         My welcoming cheek

Offering manna replete

         Sweet with honey

Wrapped in blue velvet to

         Comfort my soul

Blessings abide as

         The sun hugs horizons

Always tomorrow in

         His home or mine

Filled with a confidence

         Uncompromising

Fear cannot live in

         A house blessed by grace.
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