Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 242

Nature, Human and Otherwise

Was it his nature to be cruel?
I think not.
Was it his nature to be kind?
I hope so.
Does human nature make us callous?
I doubt it.
Will human nature help to save us?
I know it.
Just like the buzzing in the bushes
Or the singing in the trees,
The humming fields of flowers,
The rolling briny seas,
The cloudy sky above us,
The earth beneath our feet,
Nature dwells within the souls
Of everyone you meet.

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Haiku 54

Lonely lily fair,
Solemn in your property,
Take me to my home. 

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Machismo

Did you ever think there's just too much
Machismo in the world?
What is the need men have to dominate?
The wells of simple caring
And the passion for compassion
Are the things held most important;
The things that make us great.
There's nothing wrong with giving in.
It's no crime to relent.
It takes a bigger man to say
He's sorry and repent.
Don't ever bait your hook
'Til you're prepared to fight the fish,
And forget about machismo
For it serves a bitter dish.

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Lyricals

Lilting, soft and lyrical,
Biting, tough, satirical,
Reaching, holding, never letting go.
Sonnets, songs and elegies,
Acappella melodies,
Where they come from, no one really knows.
Lifting spirits in the air...
Easing pain with gentle care...
Driving out the demons that we fear...
Seeking out their hiding place,
Simple power to erase
The haunting, nagging doubts that placed them there.
Who would think a simple tune
Could be the bearer of such boon?
Could ease such worry?
Chase away such woe?
The truth be told, if we had known
That lyricals work miracles,
We would have started singing long ago.

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Laurels to the Victor

If you've ever been a winner,
Then you know how sweet it is
To wear the victors' laurels like a crown;
To stand up on a pedestal,
The world spread at your feet,
Admiring eyes look up as you gaze down.

Cherish moments such as this.
They're few and far between,And we mere mortals seldom get the chance
To ride upon the crest
Of such enduring adulation,
To be the center in the victor’s dance.

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Kismet

It wasn't chance that led me to
Your doorstep years ago.
I'd never had much luck at such before.
Something stronger held out an
Insistent invitation
Causing me to stay and wait for more.

It wasn't simple happenstance that
Caused our paths to cross;
Though circumstance was surely on our side.
No. I believe in kismet,
The fate that binds our souls.
So, I sit back and just enjoy the ride.

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Haiku 53

Saucy silver fox
Ferreting fair provender,
Swift your seasons fly. 

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Keys

Key to the city.
Key to your heart.
Key to my front door.
Keys are to open,
For those entitled
To all of the joys that lie in store.
Breaking and entering?
No. That's not an option.
Take without asking?
No sir! Not for me.
I never would enter
Without your permission.
I can wait 'til you
Give me your key.

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Haiku 52

Morning’s kiss renews
Promise of a gilded world.
Dreams rest ever near.

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The Juggler

From ancient times
In jester's court
The juggler brings his fame.
Honing art in bold display,
Never knowing shame.
Whether played for king or pauper,
The act remains the same,
Treating life as entertainment;
Living just a game.
Spheres and clubs go flying
As if suspended in mid-air.
The juggler takes no cue except his own.
He wouldn't dare.
To let his mind go wandering
Would bring him to despair.
He must focus, concentrate
On what's before him there.
And now the show is over.
Onlookers drift away,
As those appreciative toss a coin
To make the juggler's day.

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