Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 237

Gambling

Do you gamble?
Bet you do.
Would you chance a buck or two
To hit the big one?
All that cash?
All that money you could stash.

Not to worry;
It's no sin.
It's just a game you play to win.
Time to crawl down off that shelf.
Life's a gamble in itself.

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Haiku 78

Nature sells comfort
Like the soft down of a duck.
Wings are born of these.

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Politics

Oh! How I hate politics!
Dirty liars.  Dirty tricks.
Sleazy campaigns, twisted truth,
Oozing from the voting booth.
Every one is honest
While opponents all tell lies.
Well, someone's surely lying.
That's a fact no one denies.
But how are we to sort it out
From sound bites on t v?
Who are we to trust
To be what they "all" claim to be?
They burst upon the scene
And advocate a grand upheaval;
Leaving voters in the end
To choose between two evils.
Is it any wonder why
The public screams and kicks
When the topic of discussion
Turns to politics?

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Haiku 77

The heat of the day
Wraps its arms around the night.
Peace is my pillow. 

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My Easy Chair

Having come to the end of a long hard day,
Where frustrations have tangled my mind in a knot,
Where my sleeves have grown long
From the pulling and tugging
In every direction 'til self is forgotten,
I slip off the armor of workday combatants,
Running my fingers through, mussing my hair,
Slipping in silence into calm oblivion,
Wrapped in the comfort of my easy chair.

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Haiku 76

Peacefully I stride 
Brandishing my paper shield. 
Master of new worlds.

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Rolling

Rolling 'cross the highways
And the byways of the nation;
Every condition
Every trial and situation
Passes by the big rig's window
As it rumbles on its way,
Counting miles on miles on miles
As night turns into day.

Another town goes speeding by;
Another up ahead.
A hundred more go rolling by
And not a word is said.
The lonely droning of the wheels
Against the asphalt line
Accompanies the singing
Of the mighty engine's whine.

Five hundred miles. A thousand miles.
How many more ahead?
Rolling, rolling, rolling on.
A nation to be fed.

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Cynicism

When we bypass cynicism
Leaving prey to criticism
From an unknown outside source,
Falling victim to remorse,
There is something to be missed,
Something trivial dismissed,
That will come back down the road
Hauntingly to prod and goad,
Best we look with watchful eye
Everything that passes by;
Every little witticism
Scrutinized by cynicism.

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Haiku 75

Blush is the dawning.
Orange paints the evening sky.
Amber is my sun.

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Singing

There's nothing more thrilling than the triumph of song;
God's perfect gift to the world.
The human companion to grand celebration,
Or when in despair we are hurled.

Whether it's singing the praises of god,
Or desperately crying the blues,
Or rocking the house with a dance of delight,
Or expressing alternative views,
The spirit of song is the spirit of life;
The soul of expression in man.
The reason the trumpeter blows reveille
And the bandleader strikes up the band.

To bring on the singers...
To bring on the songs...
To feed and replenish our souls.
So, let there be singing,
And let it inspire us
To go about reaching our goals.

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