Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 171

Visionary

Future calls to visionaries

With a voice so subtle that

It's only heard in whispers

Born on gently curving winds.

 

Sighted knowledge bears ideas

Filling oceans of the mind,

Giving nurture to the fruitful

Garden that we tend.

 

Scoffed and mocked and laughed about

For laying bare the plots and schemes.

Still unscathed with brow well-set

In seeking out their wildest dreams.

 

Always there, just out of reach,

An overflowing treasure chest.

Visionaries reach beyond,

Clutching diamonds to their breast.

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Useless Conversation

Almost a whisper the ear strains to hear,

Caught in a circle with no place to go.

Merely a greeting, a "how do you do?"

Rhetorical. Really not wanting to know.

 

Yesterday's detail reviewed once again.

Polite chit-chat, etchings mundane.

Simple retelling of soap opera lives

Can drive thinking people to think they're insane.

 

Wrapped up in newspaper, out with the trash...

Like a fish three days after it's caught.

Time better spent immersed in invention,

The simple art of common thought.

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Under The Sheltering Pines

Carpeting brown beneath canopy green,

Layer on layer so spongy and plush

That the sole of my shoe makes no sound

As I stroll through the stand,

So endearing, I dare not to rush.

Afraid I may miss the sweet laughter of robins

Proclaiming their conquest

Pulled fresh from the earth.

I seek out their nesting place every springtime,

Amazed and bewitched at nature's rebirth.

 

But the pine is a constant.

It always endures.

With roots running deeper than diamond mines.

So blissful to saunter,

Admiring the view,

In the shade of the sheltering pines.

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Umbilical

Even before we pass into this world,

Before the first life-breath invades our breast,

A bond of attachment is formed in the mind,

Bred in the heart, in the womb where we rest.

 

Breaking free only means changing our course

And direction. Freedom itself is benign.

Certain connections can never be broken.

Some things can never be left behind.

 

Trading in secrets of youthful dimension,

Bargaining, bartering, striving to grow,

Trace the umbilical to its beginning.

The past tells the future which way it must go.

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Testing Memory

Life is just a "jeopardy" game.

Someone yells the answer,

And you wonder what the question was.

Sometimes you hesitate and think.

Sometimes you answer without pause.

Sometimes you ponder and reflect,

"I used to know that way back when".

But then before you can remember

Some smartass comes buzzing in

To steal your thunder,

Such a blunder.

Thinks he's such a modern wonder.

Makes you want to dig a hole

And put him about six feet under....

Only kidding... Just a game.

Violence is sick and lame.

And I'm sure that you'll agree,

It's such fun testing memory.

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Total Recall

I remember it all...

Every word, every sigh,

Every breath to the last...

Silent echo... Goodbye.

Waiting motionless...

Senseless denial of rest.

Counting the rise and fall

Of your chest.

Time becoming a road without end.

Taking the measure of this gentle friend.

Each second is stilled.

I remember it all.

A burden to carry,

This total recall.

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Thrown Back

Like a fish too small to bother...

Doesn't register or rate...

Tossed back into murky waters.

Wasted time. Wasted bait.

 

Young love spurned and unrequited...

Heart of glass begins to crack...

Till it shatters into pieces...

Mercilessly thrown back.

 

Wiser now and more mature...

Bitter hindsight turned around

To face the cold hard facts ahead,

To not look back,

Not look down.

 

Knowing that the pond holds many

As we glide among the pack,

One will find and swim beside me.

We will never be thrown back.

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Searching For Details

The ifs and whens and

Wherefores and therefores.

The whats, the whos and whys

Plague the air in search of a reason.

Searching for details

To uncover lies.

Forces of evil surround the encampment.

Flagrantly rumoring innuendo,

Disseminating their disinformation,

Clouding the truth with a blanket of snow.

Fact into fiction,

Fiction to fact.

Follow the paper trail,

Find and attack.

Becoming a sleuth with a monocled brow.

Searching for details,

Wondering how.

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Snakes and Lizards

Don't like slimly...

Don't like slinky...

Don't like creepy, crawly, stinky...

Don't like flies or

Bees or bugs...

Snakes or lizards...

Snails or slugs.

I know boys are supposed to like

Things that slither, sting or bite.

It's just curiosity. They say that's how it ought to be.

Well,

Call me crazy.

Call me strange.

To me it seems a bit deranged

To want to see or

Even touch

These snakes and lizards,

Bugs and such.

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Souvenirs

I recall when we climbed "Stone Mountain",

Looking out over mile after mile

Of tall Georgia pine reaching skyward

In worship. It still makes me smile

To think of that day, so majestic and free

Where sight never sees and sound never hears.

A small piece of granite

From high on the mountain

Became my most treasured

Of all souvenirs.

Not platinum or silver,

Not diamond or gold,

Not emerald or ruby red stone.

A piece of a memory.

A glorious moment.

God and the mountain...

And me all alone.

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