Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 260
October 25, 2018
Pass the Biscuits, Please
Early morning riser to
The sweet aroma,
Coffee percolating in a
Metal pot atop the stove;
Black gold liquid for the soul.
Bacon sizzles on the grill
As it shrinks down to perfection,
Tempting cheaters who can’t wait
To steal a morsel,
Then another.
Hand-rolled dough
Pinched and patted,
Placed in rows by loving hands.
Nursed to life to breathe
Sweet buttered air,
Set lightly on the table.
Called to order now.
Eggs and gravy gently tease,
But contentment waits for no one.
Someone pass the biscuits, please.
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The sweet aroma,
Coffee percolating in a
Metal pot atop the stove;
Black gold liquid for the soul.
Bacon sizzles on the grill
As it shrinks down to perfection,
Tempting cheaters who can’t wait
To steal a morsel,
Then another.
Hand-rolled dough
Pinched and patted,
Placed in rows by loving hands.
Nursed to life to breathe
Sweet buttered air,
Set lightly on the table.
Called to order now.
Eggs and gravy gently tease,
But contentment waits for no one.
Someone pass the biscuits, please.
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October 24, 2018
Workout
Why these bilious bilgy beads of
Salty soakings from each pore?
Why this hurried hapless heartbeat
Racing rapid, run amok?
Footfalls flailing furious with
Rapid repetitious rote in
Harpsichordial harmony
Over, under, up and out.
Breath becomes belabored as the
Will to win the wayward war
Runs its raucous ragtag ranting
Through a muted melted mind.
And just before I bound into the
Doldrums of deflation
I carefully consider
Ne’er to do this deed again.
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Salty soakings from each pore?
Why this hurried hapless heartbeat
Racing rapid, run amok?
Footfalls flailing furious with
Rapid repetitious rote in
Harpsichordial harmony
Over, under, up and out.
Breath becomes belabored as the
Will to win the wayward war
Runs its raucous ragtag ranting
Through a muted melted mind.
And just before I bound into the
Doldrums of deflation
I carefully consider
Ne’er to do this deed again.
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October 23, 2018
Flying
Oh, to have the wings of eagles
Climbing wind drifts to the sun,
Riding free on rising currents
Wrapped in pinwheel circling.
Looking down on my dominion,
Watching where the rivers run.
Every move of every creature
Open to my scrutiny.
Dare to keep me on the ground when
Clouds can be my fertile soil.
Beg the sun to preen my feathers
With its purifying light.
Weep not if I drift forever,
Lost to sweet oblivion.
Comfort that I’m lost in freedom
Where no harm can touch my soul.
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Climbing wind drifts to the sun,
Riding free on rising currents
Wrapped in pinwheel circling.
Looking down on my dominion,
Watching where the rivers run.
Every move of every creature
Open to my scrutiny.
Dare to keep me on the ground when
Clouds can be my fertile soil.
Beg the sun to preen my feathers
With its purifying light.
Weep not if I drift forever,
Lost to sweet oblivion.
Comfort that I’m lost in freedom
Where no harm can touch my soul.
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October 22, 2018
My Heart
It’s just a muscle, is it not?
A simple pump
Ticking, tocking like a clock
In perfect perpetuity
Striving for infinity.
Cannot miss a single beat
Without disturbing nature’s force.
Rhythmic cadence, drum and fife,
Briskly marching, breathing life
Without remembrance or remorse.
More than simple mechanism,
My heartbeat is ever true.
Pure in essence,
Lodged in passion,
Constant, for
My heart is you.
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A simple pump
Ticking, tocking like a clock
In perfect perpetuity
Striving for infinity.
Cannot miss a single beat
Without disturbing nature’s force.
Rhythmic cadence, drum and fife,
Briskly marching, breathing life
Without remembrance or remorse.
More than simple mechanism,
My heartbeat is ever true.
Pure in essence,
Lodged in passion,
Constant, for
My heart is you.
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October 21, 2018
All on Sale
Whatever happened to honesty?
It seems to be on holiday
Or maybe simply gone away
Along with culpability
To hide in recidivity
In muted shades of gray.
What has happened to respect?
Is it baneful to expect a
Simple act of courtesy?
Blindness courted by degree
Unable to detect a
Modicum of modesty.
Will the well of decency
Run dry of staunch sobriety
Awaiting conscience to prevail
When comfort and propriety,
Standards and conformity
Are up for auction?
All on sale.
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It seems to be on holiday
Or maybe simply gone away
Along with culpability
To hide in recidivity
In muted shades of gray.
What has happened to respect?
Is it baneful to expect a
Simple act of courtesy?
Blindness courted by degree
Unable to detect a
Modicum of modesty.
Will the well of decency
Run dry of staunch sobriety
Awaiting conscience to prevail
When comfort and propriety,
Standards and conformity
Are up for auction?
All on sale.
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October 20, 2018
Smile for the Camera
Try to remember, imagine, embrace
A time in your pretty past.
Distant or near,
Time filled with innocence,
Hopeful with trust,
Facing the future void of all fear.
Kittens and puppy dogs frolicking free,
Prancing, pawing, kissing your cheek.
Sweet lies and mud pies and stories unending,
A brisk round of tag, hop scotch, hide and seek.
Rainbows and mistletoe…
Springtime to winter…
Feasting on cantaloupe…
Sloshing in snow.
Basking in sunshine…
Scary ghost stories…
Squishy sop soakings
With garden hose.
Creep past remembrance to times of enchantment.
Toggle the handle. Race through the portal.
Light up your eyes with the sparkle of fireflies.
Now…
Smile for the camera.
Click! You’re immortal.
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A time in your pretty past.
Distant or near,
Time filled with innocence,
Hopeful with trust,
Facing the future void of all fear.
Kittens and puppy dogs frolicking free,
Prancing, pawing, kissing your cheek.
Sweet lies and mud pies and stories unending,
A brisk round of tag, hop scotch, hide and seek.
Rainbows and mistletoe…
Springtime to winter…
Feasting on cantaloupe…
Sloshing in snow.
Basking in sunshine…
Scary ghost stories…
Squishy sop soakings
With garden hose.
Creep past remembrance to times of enchantment.
Toggle the handle. Race through the portal.
Light up your eyes with the sparkle of fireflies.
Now…
Smile for the camera.
Click! You’re immortal.
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October 19, 2018
Look the Other Way
Charging like a fierce Nor’easter
Bounding off costal Atlantic shores,
Tearing inland to wreak its worst,
Leaving a trail of sorrow behind.
Casting a net over masses of innocents,
Pleading no mercy, knowing no shame.
Locating targets with pinpoint precision.
Laughing on leaving, pompous and full.
Who will stand up for the tear-stained victim
After the tirade subsides into dust?
Who will be witness against the atrocities?
Who will find backbone to cry out, ‘enough’?
Where is justice? Who will be hero?
Why is action froth with delay?
Why can’t we shake off this propensity to
Simply look the other way?
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Bounding off costal Atlantic shores,
Tearing inland to wreak its worst,
Leaving a trail of sorrow behind.
Casting a net over masses of innocents,
Pleading no mercy, knowing no shame.
Locating targets with pinpoint precision.
Laughing on leaving, pompous and full.
Who will stand up for the tear-stained victim
After the tirade subsides into dust?
Who will be witness against the atrocities?
Who will find backbone to cry out, ‘enough’?
Where is justice? Who will be hero?
Why is action froth with delay?
Why can’t we shake off this propensity to
Simply look the other way?
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October 18, 2018
Put a Lid on It
This has been brewing for quite some time,
Your babbling, bubbling cauldron of gruel.
Much like the witches who garnered no good,
Looking for trouble, pitiful fool.
Chattering, smatterings speak to the air,
Baseline pretensions run wild,
Stabbing the life out of palpable logic,
A mentally midgeted child.
No one in earshot evades your tirade.
It carries as though it has wings.
It smells of the heat of a thousand fires,
Reverberating in rings.
No one wants to simmer inside your
Pot of trouble and toil.
Time to turn off the flame and
Put a lid in place to temper the boil.
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Your babbling, bubbling cauldron of gruel.
Much like the witches who garnered no good,
Looking for trouble, pitiful fool.
Chattering, smatterings speak to the air,
Baseline pretensions run wild,
Stabbing the life out of palpable logic,
A mentally midgeted child.
No one in earshot evades your tirade.
It carries as though it has wings.
It smells of the heat of a thousand fires,
Reverberating in rings.
No one wants to simmer inside your
Pot of trouble and toil.
Time to turn off the flame and
Put a lid in place to temper the boil.
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October 17, 2018
Iced
No longer does your stream flow
Through the valley of reason
Filling her banks to overflow with
Constant compassion, tender thought,
Waiting to bask in your afterglow.
Days gone by your waters refreshed,
Nourished and healed like a gift from above.
No fires survived or resisted your quenching,
No one went thirsty or hungered for love.
No prayer unanswered.
No care vilified.
No fare unpaid.
No dare cast aside.
Now it seems springtime has hastened departure.
Summertime skipped and autumn cold blown.
Waterways deep in the core of your basin
Suddenly chilled…
Iced to the bone.
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Through the valley of reason
Filling her banks to overflow with
Constant compassion, tender thought,
Waiting to bask in your afterglow.
Days gone by your waters refreshed,
Nourished and healed like a gift from above.
No fires survived or resisted your quenching,
No one went thirsty or hungered for love.
No prayer unanswered.
No care vilified.
No fare unpaid.
No dare cast aside.
Now it seems springtime has hastened departure.
Summertime skipped and autumn cold blown.
Waterways deep in the core of your basin
Suddenly chilled…
Iced to the bone.
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October 16, 2018
Playing Out Back
A ball and a stick and
A diamond of trash cans as
Fifty thousand adoring fans
Fill a postage stamp yard
To wait and watch in anticipation,
Knowing all too well your Late inning heroics will Somehow rise to save the day.
Chalk roads on concrete, Pathways through neighborhoods Real and imagined In intricate patterns. Crossroads and railroads, Stop lights and stop signs, Fire truck and ambulance, Cops chasing speeders.
Playing til sunset, Beyond if allowed, Til mother yells, “bath time”. Reality stinks.
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A diamond of trash cans as
Fifty thousand adoring fans
Fill a postage stamp yard
To wait and watch in anticipation,
Knowing all too well your Late inning heroics will Somehow rise to save the day.
Chalk roads on concrete, Pathways through neighborhoods Real and imagined In intricate patterns. Crossroads and railroads, Stop lights and stop signs, Fire truck and ambulance, Cops chasing speeders.
Playing til sunset, Beyond if allowed, Til mother yells, “bath time”. Reality stinks.
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