Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 179

Temptation

From childhood on we are tempted;

Be it candy, sex or money,

Be it lurid lust,

A lust for wealth

Or the taste of milk and honey.

 

Temptation waits at every corner

Spinning webs from post to portal;

Dangling treats before our waiting eyes;

Knowing we are merely mortal.

 

Waiting, watching, patiently biding

It's time; it holds out its treasures.

Quietly hawking and dangling its prize

Filled with dozens of life's little pleasures.

 

The wise know his tricks.

They've seen him before.

They pass by without hesitation.

Still business is brisk as the unwary pause

And yield to the lure of temptation.

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Bad News

There's never a convenient time

For bad news to arrive.

And when it comes our utmost thought

Is merely to survive.

 

Emotions rage. A hundred waves

Of ocean drown all feeling.

Depression, fear, dejection

Washing over; senses reeling.

 

Who is this who brings the news?

Who's the scapegoat to accuse?

A messenger come straight from hell.

No one handles bad news well.

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Thunder and Lightning

Sky cannons in the distance roar.

The darkening sky begins to speak.

The winds, once silent, rushing now

As mountain clouds rise to a peak.

 

Flash! The distance.  Flash again!

Each one closer than before.

A silent prayer offered up,

"Please, let there be no more."

 

But still they come as angry gods

Do battle in the sky.

The fiery clash of tempered steel.

The flash that stabs the eye.

 

Fiercely locked in mortal combat,

Carried swiftly by the wind,

Until fading in the distance.

The earth is calm again.

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Evening

When it all settles down

And day winds to a close

The time to relax is at hand.

The shadows walk long,

And the lark sings its song

As the sunlight sinks into the sand.

 

The world is at peace.

The resting begins.

Oblivion washes our eyes.

And somewhere out there

A mournful refrain to the moon

As it climbs in the skies.

 

Peace settles over.

The night becomes stilled.

The hustle and bustle?  No more.

The massive hysteria born by the day

Washes softly upon evening's shore.

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Morning

Morning breaks...

   A new beginning.

The earth wakes up again.

Perhaps today

   I'll find a way

To make the world my friend.

 

Revived. Renewed.

   Refreshed. Reborn.

Rekindled for a new day;

With keen anticipation of

Whatever comes my way.

 

Don't lay there like a lump

And wish the dawn to go away.

There's nothing like the morning sun

To start a brand new day.

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Bullfrog Jamboree

The sun settles down to the top of the trees

'Til the sky turns magenta and pink.

The night bird awakes to the passing of day,

And the stars start to flutter and wink.

 

And deep in the meadow, where waters stand still,

A melody somewhat off key

Comes lilting it's way to a listening ear...

A bullfrog jamboree.

 

And the crickets accompany them as they sing;

Though harmony is not their aim.

Their symphony sung to a departed sun

Seems little more than a game.

 

There is something quite soothing in hearing their song;

A secret; a treasure to keep;

A peaceful reminder of simpler times

As we quietly drift off to sleep.

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Whisperings

Shhhhhhh!

 

We often speak in whispers

For many different reasons.

Like the undertow of ocean tides,

Or the passing of the seasons,

We seek to go unnoticed,

Though the subtlety we seek

Is a beacon drawing notice

Like the sun upon a peak.

 

Shhhhhhh!

 

There is a bit of gossip

Meant for only certain ears.

There are some thoughts when said out loud

Will amplify our fears.

There are some times when courtesy

Demands a lower voice,

And so we speak in whispers,

Not from pressure,

But by choice.

 

Shhhhhhh!

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Smoking

Puffing on those cigarettes

Can cause you nothing but regrets.

The air we breathe is bad enough

Without inhaling all that stuff.

 

The saddest part for those who smoke

Is they don't realize the joke.

The industry that hawks the dope,

The nicotine and tar, they hope

To pass off as a thing worthwhile.

They'd even have us walk a mile

For that special taste we only get

From puffing on their cigarette.

 

And while we cough and hack and wheeze

They feed on government subsidies

And laugh at us as we blow rings,

And pay a double price for things

As foolish as the killer weed

Instead of things we really need.

 

It's time we reevaluate

The things we love,

The things we hate,

The things we do, the things we don't,

The things we will, the things we won't.

The things we do with some regrets,

Like puffing on those cigarettes.

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Hot Summer Afternoon

Middaycomes too quickly,

And the sweltering has started.

The streaming steaming rays,

The scorching blaze of afternoon.

Shadows creeping longer

Since the morning has departed,

And nowhere do you hear

The creaking squeaking joyous tune

Of crickets singing sweetly

To their lovers in the night.

Replaced by deafening silence;

Fed by scorching rays of light.

 

And humankind is hiding

Behind walls or under shade,

Except for those who worship sol.

They lie about the glade,

The beach, or mountainside.

They reach to touch his soul;

Their face upturned to the skies;

Their bodies bronzed and gold.

While others of us seek the shelter

Of a cooling shade

To reflect on quiet, simple times,

And sip our lemonade.

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Feeling Good

Got my feet back on the ground.

Feeling good.

Grown alert to sight and sound.

Feeling good.

Lungs a' pumping.,heart a' thumping,

Head is telling me that something

Good is taking place.

I'm feeling good.

 

Got me lifting. Got me shifting.

Got me running in the sun and

Rain and snow.

It's great to know

That everything's all right.

I'm feeling good.

 

Take the time to run a little.

Get out in the sun a little.

Eat good food and see the doc.

Be aware around the clock

That fitness is a full time job,

And many trends will tend to rob

Us of our health,

Our greatest wealth.

So, don't just sit there like a blob.

 

Get off your duff and do that stuff

You've meant to do so long.

Build up those leg., Build up those lungs.

And make that pumper strong.

Then you can say you've found the way

To live a fuller life,

To do the things you want to do

So you can go through life

Feeling good.

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