Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 226

Tomorrow

There’s nothing wrong with making plans 
for tomorrow as long as you live for today.

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Tabloid Trash

I can't believe you read that trifling,
Half-baked, made up garbage can liner...
Headline grabber, sensational bilker
Of common sense reasoning out on a ledge.
Even the Ancients knew two-headed monsters
Were only a fable made up on a lark,
But tabloids would have us believe they are real,
Would push to the brink and go over the edge.
Alien babies and six-year-old mothers,
Sightings of Elvis and J.F.K...
Three headed llamas and reincarnations
Of Christ on the cross on the Vatican walls.
Stories "bizzaro" ... Stories "fantastique" ...
Psychic phenomenon spoken as truth.
Callous predictions of armed Armageddon
Sweeping the Earth as democracy falls.
Such a waste of out forest's treasure;
Unwanted ink spilled onto a page.
To think that the human race is so gullible
First makes me wonder, then
Fills me with rage.

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Stealing Lives

They buried Weaver Tuck today;
A child of six barely sprung from the womb;
Caught in a cross-fire, snuffed like a candle,
Victim of senselessness barren of shame.
Where was his crime to be paid for so heavily?
What did he do to deserve such a fate?
He only wanted to play on the sidewalk;
Sidewalks demented by torrents of hate
And the violent steaming of senseless demands
That sink the level of genuine worth
To a point so low that life loses value,
As urges and cravings beguile common sense.
Shame becomes shapeless without recompense
And the Preacher is helpless
For no one will hear,
No one stands close enough to shed a tear,
And justice is silent or slow to dispense.

We live in a jungle where no one survives,
And hate is allowed to go on stealing lives.

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A Kiss and Then...

I remember the anticipation
Sitting on the saber’s edge,
Not knowing how the blade might slice
Or just how deep may be its thrust.

We were children, so it seemed,
Bursting full with naiveté,
Asking questions born of promise,
Seeking out each other's trust.

You with lips so full and ready,
Waiting, Oh! So patiently to
Give your heart, your very all
To one whose step will match your own.

I look deep in the well of your eyes
And see right through your very soul
To realize that I was meant to
Spend my life with you alone.

I hesitate for but a moment,
Savoring the sweetest sin;
Moving closer, hearts aflutter...
Lips commit...  A kiss, and then....

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Thrown In a Well

Pebbles cause ripples that no one sees
When unceremoniously thrown in a well.
Like the tree in a forest when no one's around;
If it falls does it matter if it makes a sound?
Do the squirrels or the rabbits, the foxes or bees
Really care if it cried as in anguish it fell.

Pain that's unseen; is it pain at all?
Does silence absolve and secrets abjure
All the senses to feelingless flights of emotion?
Tasting the dredges of serpentine potion
'Til no one remembers, no eyes recall all
The torrents of torment we're meant to endure.

No one will know us.
No one will tell.
Our lives are like pebbles
Thrown into a well.

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Breakwaters

Staring out beyond the horizon,
Past the breakwaters of
Souls lost at sea;
Stories abound of lives
Filled with adventure,
Of poets and pirates
And slaves of indenture,
Monsters and mutinies,
And dark mystery.

Shelter and safety out of harms way
Abides in the harbor,
Lives on the shore.
Aweighing the anchor belays every caution,
Reeking of danger
From every direction,
Permeating every pore.
Such fools, the land-lubbers,
Playing it safe;
Denying the ocean spray
Pounding their skin.
Praying the moorings of
Pristine white harbor
To coddle their comfort
As they yearn in silence
Watching with longing
The ships sailing out.
Watching in wonder
The ships sailing in.

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When Will It End

It builds in silence
Like a wake...
A teardrop shed,
A moan, a sigh...
The dreadful quake of a muffled cry
As emotions burst into open flame
And the circle breaks
To a world of dread,
As the Serpent comes to
Lay his claim.

We leave this life
In a silent rage,
So unsure yet
Longing for more
As we leaf through the book
Reviewing each page,
Wistfully hoping the
Final score
Will prove us worthy
Of a second look.
Not really sure what made it begin...
Life's fatal question:
"When will it end?"

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A Voice on the Radio

I fell in love at seventeen
With a voice who's face I had never seen,
Echoing quietly, soft and serene
On the airwaves traveled a million miles
To touch my soul with angelic tones.
Speaking in voice so much like my own;
Whispering softly for my ears alone.
Soothing contentment...
Tickling smiles...

Where can nostalgia tempt us to go?
Seeking the joy that we knew long ago,
Harboring secrets that no one can know;
No one may enter our private domain.

Wild beasts may beckon to break down our door,
Serpents may slither across barren floor,
Gluttons may hunger... Longing for more,
But settle for silence...
As memories remain.

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The High Road

Always take the high road 
and you will never drown 
in a river of sorrows.

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Search and Destroy

You were on a mission, weren't you?
You knew from the start
Where this roadway would end.
You sought me out bringing wild abandon
To the table to serve as dessert,
And I was swept up on this wild Carney ride.
Breathless and helpless to call to a halt,
We punched every ticket 'til long after sunset
Never believing the fair would shut down.
But you never stopped seeking new rides to venture;
New thrills and spectacles were your demands.
Never content to just sit close and snuggle,
Never enough to just walk holding hands.
So sad you never could learn love's contentment.
Too bad your fickle heart couldn't be coy.
I'll not participate.
I'll not be party to you on your mission
To search and destroy.

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