Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 23

To Be Truly Thankful

In a world where so muchcan go wrong,

Will go wrong,

Often does,

It’s key to stop and oftreflect

On blessings dwellingever near.

 

The quiet of the eveningbreeze

That sweeps away thesun-drenched day…

 

The blissful magic of“three words”

To wash away the hurt andpain…

 

The joyful laughter of achild,

Life unspoiled,

Song unsung…

 

Yielding to sweetslumbers' kiss,

A prayer to a departedsun…

 

Days creep by before theyrun

And we must heed thepiper’s call.

         To be thankful…

         To be truly thankful

Is the greatest blessingof them all.

 

Another Saint in Kelly Green

Across the spectrum andbeyond

There flows a sea ofKelly green

As celebration dances

To a jig for chasingcares away.

The laughing Pub,

The village square,

The shamrock flourish onparade,

And everyone is Irish

If only for a single day.

 

And saints preserve,

As saints may do,

The mystery of miracles,

The goodliness ofGodliness,

Of daring deedsempirical.

And may an Irish blessing

Raise a torch on high

To light the way.

A lesson earned,

A lesson learned

On this, Saint Patrick’sday.

 

Springtime

Finally, respite form

Bone chills and teethrattles,

Mittens and snow battles,

Shovels and scrapes.

No longer bundled in

Parka and woolen cap,

Breaking the frigid snap.

Blessed escape.

 

Nature erupts

In its vibrant illusion,

Precious profusion

Of color and scale.

Crocus and john-o-quill,

Tulips and daffodil,

Lilacs upon the hill,

Senses assailed.

 

Morning awakens as

Sweet dewdrops glisten

And new lovers listen

For robins to sing.

Time holds no meaning

And space knows no reason

For earth wears no season

More lovely than spring.

 

Kite Flyer

Oh, you fearless highflyer,

         Tree crasher,

                  Nose diver,

                            Loop the looper.

Where is your home,

You homemade wonder?

Who is the hero holdingyour fate?

 

Yesterday’s newspapers,twigs and twine

Loosely bound with flourpaste.

Rag bag tail of red andpaisley

Waiting for the wind to

Do its splendid magic

Lifting you so you candance

Among the clouds,

Making gawkers straintheir necks

With careless wonder atyour ease.

 

And I, your pilot,

Groundsman, soul mate,

I am the master of yoursky.

 

Valentine Lament

My love is pure,

My love is here,

My love is never faraway.

She makes me laugh,

She makes me weep,

She turns my nighttimeinto day.

 

If I am cold

She gives me warmth.

If I am lost, she knowsthe way.

If I forget

She will recall,

She brings me back fromyesterday.

 

She is my now

And my tomorrow,

To love, respect

And, yes, obey.

And when, at last, thislife is o’er

We’ll meet in Heaven,

This I pray.

 

All the Presidents, When

To carry the weight of anoutspoken nation,

To fearlessly lead withthe Wisdom of Solomon,

Exalting compassion withgratitude

While viewing the masses

With forthright equality.

Neither extol nor decry theirguile.

 

Champion to everyone,

Revered and reviled.

Servant to all,

Servile to none.

Walking the tightrope ofgathered opinion

While plotting the course

Of Sweet Liberty’s cause.

 

And we who are witness

Will always remember,

Praise them or carp them,

But give them their due.

And whether the world befriend or foe

Let all be recorded inhistory’s vault.

 

When Groundhogs Speak

Daylight breaks

And he awakens

Groggy, stiff andunaware.

Rain or shine

Drought or drizzle,

Bang or fizzle,

Doesn’t care.

 

Humans watching,

Pert and pensive.

If he knew he’d lose allsenses,

Hide behind the tallestfences,

Any respite from theirstare.

 

Will he chance to see hisshadow?

Will he forecast winter’sfate?

Can we trust in hisprediction?

We will simply have towait.

 

Dreams We Left Behind

The flame of youth sobrightly glows.

Where it may lead, nobodyknows,

Ah, but hope fillsmeadows as it grows

In heathered fields ofdreams.

 

The whispering breezefrom every tree

Offers a love song foryou and me,

Oh, and life feels justlike eternity

On feathered angel wings.

 

But winds of change comeswift and low

To leave us in theirafterglow

And our dreams are leftto mellow

In the wine.

 

But we move on withoutregret

To roads we haven’ttravelled yet,

Walking hand in hand wewon’t forget

The dreams we leftbehind.

 

Our future moves into thepast,

Dreams to memories, sweetat last,

And we reminisce as wehold fast

To dreams we left behind.

 

A Prayer Before Bedtime

As weary eyes retire insleep

To waltz in rainbowreverie,

Just a pause to offerthanks to

One whose grace is evernear.

 

One who watches,

One who listens

Knowing every thought andneed.

Here to guide the lostand tired,

To wipe away eachmournful tear.

 

Thankful for each wakingbreath,

Every makeshift, selflessdeed.

Hopeful for tomorrow’sfate

To face the futurewithout fear.

 

Pray for blessings fromabove

That they might grow fromsimple seed.

Pray for loved ones. Keepthem strong.

Pray for all that theyhold dear.

 

May the world findunderstanding,

Freedom from all hate andgreed.

I ask with faith andgratitude,

Please, receive thishumble prayer.

 

It’s Over

Time to pack it all away,

Roll it up in bubble wrapand

Save it for another day.

Close the lid and

Seal the flap.

It’s over.

 

Chalk it to experience,

A holograph of destiny,

A single-minded game ofchance

To pray on future’smemory.

It’s over.

 

If we were never meant tobe,

You can blame it all onme. It’s true.

But I would give upeverything I own

For one more chance atloving you.

 

Tomorrow’s just a dayaway

But it will be eternitywithout you.

Don’t know what causedour love to die

So I’ll just sit and crybecause

It’s over.

I know it’s over.