Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 186
June 24, 2020
The Heart Never Lies
Go with your gut.
Go with your head.
Go with your heart where it leads.
Life in a rut.
Thoughts filled with dread.
Lost in a wildwood of copious trees.
Why be so needy?
Why be so greedy?
Why give a dingle at all?
No need to act
Until all of the facts have been
Spray-painted onto the wall.
Your gut is the first to speak,
Never shy, never meek.
Instinct akin to survival.
Then the head interjects
As the lines intersect
Til it becomes an archrival
But then the heart barters
For a cloudless new start seen
Through open and welcoming eyes,
Where decisions ring true
As the color of blue
In a world where
The heart never lies.
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Go with your head.
Go with your heart where it leads.
Life in a rut.
Thoughts filled with dread.
Lost in a wildwood of copious trees.
Why be so needy?
Why be so greedy?
Why give a dingle at all?
No need to act
Until all of the facts have been
Spray-painted onto the wall.
Your gut is the first to speak,
Never shy, never meek.
Instinct akin to survival.
Then the head interjects
As the lines intersect
Til it becomes an archrival
But then the heart barters
For a cloudless new start seen
Through open and welcoming eyes,
Where decisions ring true
As the color of blue
In a world where
The heart never lies.
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June 23, 2020
I Am the Eagle / The Dove
I rise above
The tallest trees.
You shall not know my name
And everything my eyes can see
I count as my domain.
No fear,
No anger,
No regrets
My stoic bearing cries.
No ruffled edge to engender tears
To stain my artic eyes.
Comes the darkness of despondence,
Comes the challenge to the fore,
Comes the portal to safe refuge
You may seek forevermore.
I will give you wings of comfort
Though my phantom soars above.
Ever watchful as your eagle,
Ever faithful as your dove.
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The tallest trees.
You shall not know my name
And everything my eyes can see
I count as my domain.
No fear,
No anger,
No regrets
My stoic bearing cries.
No ruffled edge to engender tears
To stain my artic eyes.
Comes the darkness of despondence,
Comes the challenge to the fore,
Comes the portal to safe refuge
You may seek forevermore.
I will give you wings of comfort
Though my phantom soars above.
Ever watchful as your eagle,
Ever faithful as your dove.
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June 22, 2020
No More Mountains
I wish there were more mountaintops
That we could scale together.
We crossed so many peaks and valleys
In our precious time.
No obstacle could block our path,
No worries of the weather.
We dared the lightening and the winds
Collecting memories in our prime.
Though mountains turned to rolling hills
In our lounging later years,
Still we strolled them
Hand in hand
Gazing at the sunset’s fade.
When at last the path became
Too difficult for you to bear
We rested in our solitude and
Held each other unafraid.
Now you rest o higher ground
In rapture’s paradigm.
No more heartache. No more pain.
No more mountains left to climb.
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That we could scale together.
We crossed so many peaks and valleys
In our precious time.
No obstacle could block our path,
No worries of the weather.
We dared the lightening and the winds
Collecting memories in our prime.
Though mountains turned to rolling hills
In our lounging later years,
Still we strolled them
Hand in hand
Gazing at the sunset’s fade.
When at last the path became
Too difficult for you to bear
We rested in our solitude and
Held each other unafraid.
Now you rest o higher ground
In rapture’s paradigm.
No more heartache. No more pain.
No more mountains left to climb.
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June 21, 2020
We Ain’t Spring Chickens Anymore
“Time was I could….”
Yeah, I’ve heard it all before.
Way back then when I was Superman
I’d bust through any door.
Drive my Chevrolet
Til the break of day.
Dance the band right off the floor.
But regrettably time has passed and we
Ain’t spring chickens anymore.
Times were really good back then
When gals were gals
And mem were men.
We’d chase each other round the bend
And never lose a beat.
Summer spent on crystal lakes
Swimming til our muscles ached,
We’d leave no promise in our wake,
No dragons to defeat.
Oh, how I long to harken back to
Winsome days and nights of yore,
But senescence changes everything
And…
We ain’t spring chickens anymore
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Yeah, I’ve heard it all before.
Way back then when I was Superman
I’d bust through any door.
Drive my Chevrolet
Til the break of day.
Dance the band right off the floor.
But regrettably time has passed and we
Ain’t spring chickens anymore.
Times were really good back then
When gals were gals
And mem were men.
We’d chase each other round the bend
And never lose a beat.
Summer spent on crystal lakes
Swimming til our muscles ached,
We’d leave no promise in our wake,
No dragons to defeat.
Oh, how I long to harken back to
Winsome days and nights of yore,
But senescence changes everything
And…
We ain’t spring chickens anymore
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June 20, 2020
The Jokester
Punster, prankster,
Life of the party
Flitting from pillar to post
In your duty.
Ringmaster, court jester,
Orchestra leader.
No sacred cows in your
Meadows to graze.
Quick to react,
Alert to respond,
Never a case
To be haughty or snooty.
No false excuses are
Deemed necessary, like
“Oh, he’s just teasing,” or
“It’s just a phase.”
But take care, oh, fearless one.
Not every mark shares
The humor you lavishly spread.
Your feckless buffoonery
To the wrong person
Could engender issues of dread.
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Life of the party
Flitting from pillar to post
In your duty.
Ringmaster, court jester,
Orchestra leader.
No sacred cows in your
Meadows to graze.
Quick to react,
Alert to respond,
Never a case
To be haughty or snooty.
No false excuses are
Deemed necessary, like
“Oh, he’s just teasing,” or
“It’s just a phase.”
But take care, oh, fearless one.
Not every mark shares
The humor you lavishly spread.
Your feckless buffoonery
To the wrong person
Could engender issues of dread.
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June 19, 2020
Cigarettes are Disgusting
Don’t know why I ever got started.
Some misguided peer pressure
I suppose.
Blame it on Uncle Sam.
Blame it on weakness.
Blatant stupidity slurped up the nose.
Took me a few years of
Sucking on stupid sticks to
Reach the roof of
Reality’s realm.
Thankful to quit before
Throes of addiction
Shackled my will
Until overwhelmed.
You see,
I’ve lived long enough
I can make the rebuff to
Any case one might present.
I’ve seen what it does
To the ones that I love
In the final days of their lament.
One thing for certain
On that final curtain
(And in this you can place all your trust.)
Regrets will consume,
Inundating the room
And end your days filled with disgust.
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Some misguided peer pressure
I suppose.
Blame it on Uncle Sam.
Blame it on weakness.
Blatant stupidity slurped up the nose.
Took me a few years of
Sucking on stupid sticks to
Reach the roof of
Reality’s realm.
Thankful to quit before
Throes of addiction
Shackled my will
Until overwhelmed.
You see,
I’ve lived long enough
I can make the rebuff to
Any case one might present.
I’ve seen what it does
To the ones that I love
In the final days of their lament.
One thing for certain
On that final curtain
(And in this you can place all your trust.)
Regrets will consume,
Inundating the room
And end your days filled with disgust.
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June 18, 2020
The Night Shift (Sundowning)
Everything changes at sundown.
Some trigger,
Some toggle,
Some shivering switch is thrown.
Up becomes down,
In turns to out,
A blood-thunder chill that goes
Straight to the bone.
Not sure the reason, but then
No one knows why
A brain-numbing chaos
Holds hands with the dark,
Or what raises fear to
A whole other level.
Escaping the jaws of
The great phantom shark.
I only can soothe and assure and
Assuage any angst
That may torment
A befuddled brow.
Pray for the morning,
For clarity’s purchase, and
The strength to get through this…
Somehow.
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Some trigger,
Some toggle,
Some shivering switch is thrown.
Up becomes down,
In turns to out,
A blood-thunder chill that goes
Straight to the bone.
Not sure the reason, but then
No one knows why
A brain-numbing chaos
Holds hands with the dark,
Or what raises fear to
A whole other level.
Escaping the jaws of
The great phantom shark.
I only can soothe and assure and
Assuage any angst
That may torment
A befuddled brow.
Pray for the morning,
For clarity’s purchase, and
The strength to get through this…
Somehow.
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June 17, 2020
Hope, Never Lost
Ah, hope.
That noble enigma whose arms
Reach up to a winsome sky,
Favored and flavored with
Peppermint sticks.
Soft as the sound of
A sweet lullaby.
“If only. If only,” she gently whispers
With feather-like tickles
That tantalize,
While tossing a penny into a fountain,
Then patiently waiting to glean
Kismet’s prize.
Where would I be
Without your silent kisses
Tactfully tempting by
Subtle design?
Oh, patron of dreamers,
Siren of seekers,
I never shall lose you.
You’ll always be mine.
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That noble enigma whose arms
Reach up to a winsome sky,
Favored and flavored with
Peppermint sticks.
Soft as the sound of
A sweet lullaby.
“If only. If only,” she gently whispers
With feather-like tickles
That tantalize,
While tossing a penny into a fountain,
Then patiently waiting to glean
Kismet’s prize.
Where would I be
Without your silent kisses
Tactfully tempting by
Subtle design?
Oh, patron of dreamers,
Siren of seekers,
I never shall lose you.
You’ll always be mine.
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June 16, 2020
Support System
Who would’ve thought
The need would arise for
The solace of caring
In empathy’s eyes?
You know. You’ve
All been there
One time or another
In tragedy’s aftermath,
Quick to discover.
The gathering round, the
Deafening sound of
The silent travail
Where no comfort is found.
But comfort takes time
And a shoulder or two
Or three or more
Before peace might ensue.
It might be a look,
A tangible tear,
A simple. “I’m here,”
Whispered softly in ear.
And thankful should be
For this harbor, this port,
This rallying system of
Loving support.
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The need would arise for
The solace of caring
In empathy’s eyes?
You know. You’ve
All been there
One time or another
In tragedy’s aftermath,
Quick to discover.
The gathering round, the
Deafening sound of
The silent travail
Where no comfort is found.
But comfort takes time
And a shoulder or two
Or three or more
Before peace might ensue.
It might be a look,
A tangible tear,
A simple. “I’m here,”
Whispered softly in ear.
And thankful should be
For this harbor, this port,
This rallying system of
Loving support.
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June 15, 2020
It’s Okay
It’s okay to let go…
Even though your heart cries out
To cling with every ounce of
Fitful courage you can muster,
“One more hour.
One more day.
One more precious memory.”
Knowing that without you
Life would surely
Lose its luster.
Through the pain
Your brow unbent,
Unfading smile
Etched on your face.
So adored, my haloed hero,
If only I could take your place.
Asking the travail be finished.
Longing, yearning not to go.
So afraid to leave behind
The precious few to pine away.
Worried for your one true love,
A ghost ship lost without a sail.
Don’t fear, my love.
We’ll meet again.
Don’t worry now.
It’s okay.
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Even though your heart cries out
To cling with every ounce of
Fitful courage you can muster,
“One more hour.
One more day.
One more precious memory.”
Knowing that without you
Life would surely
Lose its luster.
Through the pain
Your brow unbent,
Unfading smile
Etched on your face.
So adored, my haloed hero,
If only I could take your place.
Asking the travail be finished.
Longing, yearning not to go.
So afraid to leave behind
The precious few to pine away.
Worried for your one true love,
A ghost ship lost without a sail.
Don’t fear, my love.
We’ll meet again.
Don’t worry now.
It’s okay.
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