Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 232

April 26, 2019

Puppies

Puppies are cute,
There's no denying.
No other term conveys
All the clumsy,
Klutzy bumbles
In the way that they behave.
A sad face or a fuzzy face,
Those lonely puppy cries.
Little puppy tummy.
Moony puppy eyes.
Skittish, cautious, curious;
Frisky, furry fun;
A ball of boundless energy
Born to jump and run.
So, don't feel weak and don't feel soft;
Don't be filled with dismay,
If you let a playful puppy
Swiftly steal your heart away.

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Published on April 26, 2019 03:12

April 25, 2019

House Plants

How many houseplants do you own?
We own six. I counted.
Some folks own a dozen; maybe more.
Dainty little jungles in
A cave of paint and plaster,
They keep a room from being
Such a bore.
All they ask for on occasion
Is a drink of water,
And just a little sunlight every day.
Not so hard a task
When you consider what they're giving;
The crowning greening glory they display.
Then tell me why so many die,
If not from mere neglect,
When people buy a houseplant on a whim.
Would folks be more attentive
If they thought that, in return,
Their houseplants would be taking care of them?

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Published on April 25, 2019 03:35

April 24, 2019

A Gray Day

It's a gray day. It seems as if
The whole world's standing still.
The sky is weeping misty tears
That mask the middaysun.The clock moves at a turtle's pace
And on its' face, a frown,Disdaining all activity,
Which would otherwise be fun.

A gray day doesn't have a friend.
It stands all by itself.
A day for calm reflection
To be placed upon the shelf.
A day to just forget that
You have promises to keep,
To just turn over, pull the shades,
And drift back off to sleep.

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Published on April 24, 2019 04:08

April 23, 2019

Imagination

Did you ever notice children
As they play at being grown?
A thing of which, at their age,
Very little is really known.
It doesn't matter if their play
Has any point or aim.
It's their imagination that
Transports them in their game.

It's sad to think that growing up
Can bring on such a change
As to stifle creativity
When imagination wanes.
Just watch the children as they play.
There's a lesson to be learned.
There are no boundaries
Where imagination is concerned.

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Published on April 23, 2019 02:34

April 22, 2019

Haiku 99

Drink the summer breeze.
Smell the fresh of summer rain.
Sweetest honey rose.

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Published on April 22, 2019 04:11

Thank You Kindly, Mister Nash

I read a book by Ogden Nash;
A gift for which I spent no cash.
Though I seldom laugh when I'm alone,
He really touched my funny bone.
A poet with a flair for flash.
I thank you kindly, Mister Nash.

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Published on April 22, 2019 02:57

April 21, 2019

Paradise

Coconut palms and gentle breezes,
Beaches washed with golden sand...
Crystal waters dance their ballet
As they softly kiss the land.

Never a word of thirst or famine...
Never a need to fear or hide...
No more wanting... No more lacking...
Every need is satisfied.

No more hunger... No more dying...
No more souls to sacrifice...
Love and kindness ever growing...
Wouldn't that be paradise?

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Published on April 21, 2019 02:52

April 20, 2019

Haiku 98

Picnic in the park.
Trek along the painted trail.
Freedom from the zoo.

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Published on April 20, 2019 05:18

The Color Red

What do you think of the color red?
Where does it send your mind?
Is it kindred to passion,
Or anger instead?
Is it subtle?  Bold?  Refined?
There's red in the sky at both dawn and at dusk.
It signals beginnings and ends.

The color of life as the blood in our veins.The color of love between friends.
The scarlet of cardinals, swift on the wing.
The signal of autumn's arrival.
The symbol of tragedy born on a cross.
The struggle for human survival.
So much is contained in the color of red;
The story of man and his kin;
The conflict of ages,
The future enfolds, as he looks back
To see where he's been.
The seers may foretell of misfortune and gore,
But the wise foresee fortune ahead.
They keep in their hearts all the hope of compassion
That springs from the color of red.

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Published on April 20, 2019 03:02

April 19, 2019

Haiku 97

Dulcet vibrations
Whisper psalms to Mother Earth.
Praises yet unsung.

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Published on April 19, 2019 04:28