Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 184
July 14, 2020
Oh, That’s Funny
Isn’t it odd? The things that wereOnce viewed peculiar Are now accepted as normal. Once solemn and prim Like the words of a hymn Spoken now as obtuse and informal.
What was in is now out, What was then is no more, Every whimsey and trend Quickly kicked out the door When a new frill or angle Is dangled on string. And every new-fangled contraption is king Til the gloss loses luster And new starts to fade, Then everyone seeks out A fresh escapade.
Oh, fickle and feckless These humans must be To ornate their days With such trite filigree When matters of import Grow tattered with age, Then find their delight Seeking out the new rage.
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What was in is now out, What was then is no more, Every whimsey and trend Quickly kicked out the door When a new frill or angle Is dangled on string. And every new-fangled contraption is king Til the gloss loses luster And new starts to fade, Then everyone seeks out A fresh escapade.
Oh, fickle and feckless These humans must be To ornate their days With such trite filigree When matters of import Grow tattered with age, Then find their delight Seeking out the new rage.
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July 13, 2020
Willfully Stubborn
Old Henry was a cantankerous soulWho would gripe any point to submission. Those who had known him (And some wanted to stone him) Knew stubbornness was his tradition.
He’d argue the news or political views With a very short fuse to ignition, Tear down your beliefs In a volley of grief With the fury of nuclear fission.
Most folks would relent And escape to their tent, Pack it up and scurry away. But he didn’t care if They choked on thin air. Didn’t ask to be irked anyway.
But old Henry, the loner, Had a different persona Behind all the bluster and bluff. Both family and friends knew It all was pretend When he acted all grumpy and gruff.
Behind the façade that he tried to ramrod Was a mate with a heart of pure gold. And his ornery ways will Endear him with praise When his story is finally told.
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He’d argue the news or political views With a very short fuse to ignition, Tear down your beliefs In a volley of grief With the fury of nuclear fission.
Most folks would relent And escape to their tent, Pack it up and scurry away. But he didn’t care if They choked on thin air. Didn’t ask to be irked anyway.
But old Henry, the loner, Had a different persona Behind all the bluster and bluff. Both family and friends knew It all was pretend When he acted all grumpy and gruff.
Behind the façade that he tried to ramrod Was a mate with a heart of pure gold. And his ornery ways will Endear him with praise When his story is finally told.
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July 12, 2020
Kindhearted Soul
Finding a heart filled withKindness and goodIs more precious than Diamonds and gold. The joy found in giving, In words and in deeds, Can hardly be measured, Bartered or sold.
And if by chance You can lend a favor To someone in need To lighten their load You’re sure to kiss karma When time turns the table And you are in need Of a hand to hold.
And we’ll rest contented When our story is told As we follow the form of A kind-hearted soul.
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And if by chance You can lend a favor To someone in need To lighten their load You’re sure to kiss karma When time turns the table And you are in need Of a hand to hold.
And we’ll rest contented When our story is told As we follow the form of A kind-hearted soul.
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July 11, 2020
Technology Baffles Me
All these gadgets and gizmosAnd new-fangled dilly-bobs That only a ten-year-old Can understand, They hex me and vex me Beyond all distraction, Leaving me mixed in a Pit of quicksand.
I read the instructions, All detailed in language that’s Totally foreign to my generation, All wrapped in enigma, Impossible babble that Stretches my brain Beyond imagination.
I guess that I shouldn’t feel Such consternation. The answers are there Buried deep in debris, but I In frustration Throw hands in the air. This new technology baffles me.
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I read the instructions, All detailed in language that’s Totally foreign to my generation, All wrapped in enigma, Impossible babble that Stretches my brain Beyond imagination.
I guess that I shouldn’t feel Such consternation. The answers are there Buried deep in debris, but I In frustration Throw hands in the air. This new technology baffles me.
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July 10, 2020
Mindful Folly
My head, so drenched in mindful prattle,So much that prudent reason fails. Intent on being in the moment, Ignoring all of life’s travails.
Wistfully, I breathe a sigh, A winsome whisper to the fates, To fill my buoyant breast with calm And all the joy it emanates.
Gentle as the waters flow To softly brush against the sand As soothing sounds of fife and flute Float airily across the land.
And I am you And we are they And every us is all but one, And blissful peace is ours to share From glistening dawn to setting sun.
Every moment bids me stay To marvel in its mellow light Til I am blessed to find my way And shed the darkness of the night.
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Wistfully, I breathe a sigh, A winsome whisper to the fates, To fill my buoyant breast with calm And all the joy it emanates.
Gentle as the waters flow To softly brush against the sand As soothing sounds of fife and flute Float airily across the land.
And I am you And we are they And every us is all but one, And blissful peace is ours to share From glistening dawn to setting sun.
Every moment bids me stay To marvel in its mellow light Til I am blessed to find my way And shed the darkness of the night.
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July 9, 2020
Oh, Foolish Empath
Feel the joy, the grief,The anger, the pain. Feel the folly of love And the hope that remains. Know the sadness that follows The thundering rain. Feel the fingers of fear Driving wise men insane.
Every note, every song, Every hullabaloo. All the masses and mobs Closing all around you Til control is a stranger And options are few, And your once sage advice Is no longer in view.
It strains beyond reason, It weighs beyond doubt, The burden the empath Must ferry about. The taking, the giving, The in and the out, The searching of souls Within, without.
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Every note, every song, Every hullabaloo. All the masses and mobs Closing all around you Til control is a stranger And options are few, And your once sage advice Is no longer in view.
It strains beyond reason, It weighs beyond doubt, The burden the empath Must ferry about. The taking, the giving, The in and the out, The searching of souls Within, without.
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July 8, 2020
I Can’t Watch the News
Every night it leads the same:The muggings, the murders, The scandals, the floods. Tragedy always the head of the game. Quick to the scene At the first sight of blood. And though the excuses Might be loose and lame The sponsors insist that they Scrape through the mud To find the despicable, Drag them to fame and Drop them on me with a Thump and a thud.Now, don’t get me wrong, We all must be informed When trouble surround us We need to be warned. But spare the sensations When you blow the horn And just give us facts Without all the forlorn. Keep me abreast, yes, But please, skip the ruse. Otherwise, I simply Cannot watch the news.
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July 7, 2020
We had a Pretty Good Run
Could this be the face that onceInspired another’s heart to beat? The cruel mirror doesn’t lie And I could cry at what reflects. The happy pair that once danced there, Now a solo, incomplete. Maddened by the loss until The voice of reason interjects.
Difficult to carry on as one When two was so familiar. Waiting for those sweet words You would whisper in my ear. Greeting every morning, Every dawning of a new year. Thriving without hesitation, Together facing every fear.
In my memory your face glows As bright as morning sunrise, Follows every step I take Until the day is done. And I will never lose the love I always found in your eyes. Through smiles, through tears, We shared a perfect run.
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Difficult to carry on as one When two was so familiar. Waiting for those sweet words You would whisper in my ear. Greeting every morning, Every dawning of a new year. Thriving without hesitation, Together facing every fear.
In my memory your face glows As bright as morning sunrise, Follows every step I take Until the day is done. And I will never lose the love I always found in your eyes. Through smiles, through tears, We shared a perfect run.
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July 6, 2020
Where are You Goin’, Sparkey?
Where you headed out to, SparkeyIn such an all-fired hurry? Don’t you know there’s danger In this helter-skelter place? Creeps and cruisers, Crooks and cons of Cagey, crafty purpose, adept at getting what you’ve got Then disappearing with no trace.
If there’s one thing that aging has taught It’s ne’er cast “caution to the wind.” Though chance may often favor, Best to savor sweet discretion. A second thought, a hesitation Often proves the best of friends. Far better than the mournful sigh Of willful indiscretion
Not to say, “Don’t go. Don’t play.” No one should need to live in fear. But heed the voices of experience When whispered in your ear.
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If there’s one thing that aging has taught It’s ne’er cast “caution to the wind.” Though chance may often favor, Best to savor sweet discretion. A second thought, a hesitation Often proves the best of friends. Far better than the mournful sigh Of willful indiscretion
Not to say, “Don’t go. Don’t play.” No one should need to live in fear. But heed the voices of experience When whispered in your ear.
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July 5, 2020
Family Never Fades
Thousands cross the muddled pathwayIn this life of mish and moshWhere nothing last beyond tomorrow, Where joy and sorrow intertwine. Strangers one day. Friends the next as Time creates a distant memory Muddled in a clustered noodle, Withered grapes left on the vine.
Family is different, Day one to last the cast remains A steady flow of come and go United by a crimson bond. Handed down through generations, More than rote or vain tradition. Bloodlines know no affectation of Tomorrow and beyond.
Though reunions may be foreign, Sad occasions of farewell, Where kinfolk gather reminiscent of Long forgotten escapades, Still the song goes on forever, And the love runs still and deep. In a world that holds no boundaries Knowing family never fades.
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Family is different, Day one to last the cast remains A steady flow of come and go United by a crimson bond. Handed down through generations, More than rote or vain tradition. Bloodlines know no affectation of Tomorrow and beyond.
Though reunions may be foreign, Sad occasions of farewell, Where kinfolk gather reminiscent of Long forgotten escapades, Still the song goes on forever, And the love runs still and deep. In a world that holds no boundaries Knowing family never fades.
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