Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 174
October 31, 2020
Killing Time
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Fingers on the table rap.
Rocking, swaying forth and back...
Counting tiles and ceiling cracks...
Pacing, pacing to and fro.
Waiting as impatience grows.
Blankly twiddling a thumb
'Til the appointed time has come.
Making up a silly rhyme
Soon forgotten...
Killing time
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October 30, 2020
Kindred Spirits
I can't remember...
Was there a time I didn't know you?
Was there a me before we met?
Seems as if we've always been.
If we haven't... I forget.
All my youth was spent in search of
Everything I found in you,
And now every day is special,
Every morning fresh and new.
When you find a kindred spirit
In your trek with father time,
In your search for truth and meaning,
In your quest for the sublime,
Hold on tight and make the most
Of every second that you share.
Life is short and oh! So precious,
And such luck is truly rare.
Beating hearts keep time together,
Breathing out, breathing in.
Walking step by step beside me
'Til we reach the very end.
Kindred spirits in our longings,
Sharing secrets day by day,
Walking through life's welcome garden,
Smelling roses on the way.
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October 29, 2020
Keepsakes
Where are your keepsakes?
Your treasure chest?
Do you keep them under lock and key?
Do you hide them from others?
Keep them in private?
Is that where they ought to be?
Those items you treasure
That bring up fond memories
With which you would never part,
Are they simply possessions?
For keepsakes, true keepsakes,
Dwell deep within the heart.
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October 28, 2020
Justifying Tomorrow
It was yesterday that brought us to
This place, this here, this now.
A ship of time continuing
As we stroll stern to bow
Taking in the scenery,
Learning as we go,
Wrinkling gray matter
As the ship rocks to and fro.
Building aspirations as
We learn more of our fate,
Longing to be rich or famous,
Striving to be great.
All our yesterdays compile
And build on joy and sorrow,
Contemplating what's to come
To justify tomorrow.
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October 27, 2020
Just One More Time
Going swimming Saturdays
At the Fish and Fiddle Inn,
Little sandy strip of beach
Just up around the bend.
Jumping off the deep end
Between boats docked at the pier.
Daring one another touch the bottom,
Testing fear.
Happy, carefree, lazy days
Cloud my memory with haze.
Sunday afternoon,
Rock Dodger Stadium awaits.
Hurling baseballs through the air
'Til evening sun abates.
Summer, winter, didn't matter,
Not as I recall.
The only thing that changed
Was the dimensions of the ball.
Running, catching, in my prime.
How I'd love just one more time...
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October 26, 2020
Jealousy Hurts
Green is the color
Of nature's true glory,
A marvelous uplifting shade.
But green as the color of
Human emotion
Is one we should always evade.
Jealousy creeps on
The borders and edges,
Silently praying on fears
Real or imagined.
Flagrantly flaunting,
Hoping to bring us to tears.
No one can accurately
Speak of the outcome.
No one predicts what may be.
Jealousy hurts
When fidelity's challenged.
Trust holds the ultimate key.
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October 25, 2020
Illusion
First it was there...
Then it was gone...
Then it was back again.
Was it magic,
Real or imagined,
Or was it just slight of hand?
Wizardry's easy when
Played to an audience
Of young impressionable minds.
Innocence entertains without question
The story as it unwinds.
How sad that growing up
Breeds skepticism...
The loss of an innocent age.
Illusion is wasted,
Delusion forsaken.
Maturity turns the page.
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October 24, 2020
If at First...
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October 23, 2020
Images
Gazing at old photographs
In glossy black and white,
Washed out grays or textured browns,
Antique plates of imagery.
Who are these faces who stare from the page
As if I were their camera?
Asking me to give back their souls
As though that gift were privy to me.
Bustles and bolos and high hats and spats,
Hooped skirts and derbies and all such as that.
Vaguely yet strangely familiar wear
Seen in old movies or at the state fair,
Where for only ten bucks you can put on old clothes
And they take your photograph
Striking a pose.
But who are these images?
Where did they go?
Will they be us someday?
How can we know?
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October 22, 2020
Honeymoon Suite
Who really cared if it rained all week?
Who noticed anyway?
Young and in love and alive for each other,
We hardly knew night from day.
Waterlogged room in a spot near the ocean,
Too wet for exploring the sands.
Beaches deserted by fair weather visitors
Walking the shore hand in hand.
We were so much making two into one,
With no time to notice the skies,
And the only exploring we needed to do
Was deep into each other's eyes.
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