Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 31

Tree Dance

I stand at my window

Watching you

Watchingme.

Your graceful arms

– Reaching, searching –

Twist with the charm of

A prima ballerina

Defying the fury of

Harrowing winds.

Swooping low to thewaiting ground,

Reaching up into piercinggray heavens,

Laughing, dancing tounheard music,

Defying the storm winds

That want to consume you.

Making me want to comeout and play,

But fearful of danger

I cower in safety

And watch you dance…

         And watch you dance.

 

A Man of Peaceful Means

Why are those of peacefulmeans

So often hated andreviled?

To teach and preach forkindness sake

Is hardly breaking anyrules.

 

And yet the cruel andhardened fact,

The one that cannot bedenied,

When pulpits reach tospeak of love

They’re levied with thebrand of fools.

 

And hate becomes thechild of fear,

Without a tear, hisconscience bare,

And lashes out with lossof reason

As the legions seize hisfuel.

 

And though the masses suefor peace,

Long for love andfellowship,

Their light cannot outrunthe darkness

Cast upon the pristinepool.

 

Heroes rise and legendsfall.

Still the banner carriesforth.

For always men ofpeaceful means

Prepare for battle and renewal.

 

Christmas Time is Near

The lights arebrightly glowing

Along every streetwe stroll,

And hearts arefilled with happy thoughts

As peaceful churchbells toll.

We watch thepeople scurry by

With smiles fromear to ear,

And love fillsevery corner because

Christmastime isnear.

 

Happy sounds ofsleigh bells ringing.

Down the Lane thevoices singing

Bringing joy topeople everywhere.

Praying hard forhope and healing.

Searching for thatChristmas feeling,

One that laststhroughout the coming year.

 

The list keepsgrowing longer

Of things yet tobe done.

But bustle bringsa joyous beat

From dawn tosetting sun.

The children’sbest behavior

Is quite a nicesurprise,

And Christmas mornwe’ll gather all

The laughter intheir eyes.

 

Happy sounds ofsleigh bells ringing.

Down the Lane thevoices singing

Bringing joy topeople everywhere.

Praying hard forhope and healing.

Searching for thatChristmas feeling,

One that laststhroughout the coming year

As love fillsevery corner because

Christmastime isnear.

 

Conclusion

I’ve come to the conclusion that

The end is really not the end,

That life in its profusion

Simply doubles up and back again.

It causes some confusion when

One casts such theories on the wind.

But who’s to say and

Who is to deny.

 

It makes me happy to believe that

There is something more,

Makes it easier to grieve for

Those who’ve gone before,

To know that when it’s time to leave

To seek a distant shore

There’ll be no earthly need

For me to cry.

 

I’ll meet you in another place,

Greet your shining, smiling face.

Lost through doubt,

Redeemed by grace,

No thought to question why.

 

Enigma

You are the riddle,

         Thehidden enigma,

                  Bafflinglogic at every hand.

Strafing the surface of

         Broadambiguity,

                  Askingfor tunes meant to stump the band.

 

Vaguely perplexing,

         Thisminion of madness

                  Hailingand howling its song to the stars.

Building your case in

         Thecourt of emotion.

                  Prayingfor time to heal all of the scars.

 

You never wavered.

         Younever faltered.

                  Younever begged for a second chance.

Always a champion,

         Always alover,

                  Firstto the footlights,

                            Readyto dance.

 

Whimsy

Taking off on flights of fancy

To an unknown destination,

Curious to know no reason,

Seeking extraordinary.

 

Break the plane of barren logic

Beyond Oz and Munchkin land to

Sleep the night in poppy fields

Guarded by a band of fairies.

 

Beat the drum and dance the dance

To tunes that no one else can hear.

Sing your own capriccio

Regardless of the consequence.

 

Be they quaint,

Be they odd,

Be they loud and fanciful

No one can predict the words that

Raise a cry for common sense.

 

And who would take a heart to task

When whimsy is the only rule?

Better just to sit and watch

The ravings of a mortal fool.

 

Vindictive

It wasn’t enough to end it, now was it?

You had to get in that last little bite,

Just one more sting, one last gouging punch,

Amend and append your vindictive charade.

 

Could have just walked away, got away clean,

Made a fresh start without causing a fuss.

But stroking your ego was far too important for

You to sit idle and watch the parade.

 

Life has a way of evening out all the

Weights and measures, to level the scales.

Patience is hard but worth the reward.

When all is over, it’s well worth the trade.

 

There is a consequence for every action…

Levies to pay for choices made.

 

Pandora

Take me back to innocent times,

Let me be that naive child

Whose only fault was a deadly case

Of willful curiosity.

 

Sweet surrender filled my days

And there was honey in the wind

To satisfy my deepest urge,

To underscore civility.

 

Long before Pandora’s tryst,

Before the beast of chaos was

Unleashed on unsuspecting souls

There was an uneven peace.

 

But when the lid was opened

And the demons were set free

There was not a single force

To govern their release.

 

And we are left to face the test,

To cage the wily fox,

To wrangle with the consequence

And close Pandora’s box.

 

Furious

My God! What on earth were you thinking?

Have you finally lost your unmoving mind?

What kind of devil possesses a soul

To make it react so unfeeling, unkind?

 

Slashing and sloshing through every emotion

You conjured a storm of tsunami proportion,

Bypassing logic and stymied to reason

You skewed the truth into miles of distortion.

 

How can you possibly live with yourself

Without making some sort of open admission?

Conscience in atrophy,

Major catastrophe,

All sense of decency into remission.

 

This is the last, the lowest transgression.

I can’t stand by watching you carry on.

You’re not the you that I knew way back when.

Sadly…

            It’sover…

                             I’m gone.

 

Margarita

Saucy, sexy, salty blend of

Emerald magic,

Make me sing.

Lend your music to my muse

Before my mind melts into mush.

 

You were always there for me

In days of triumph,

Nights of woe. When 

Melancholy swept my spirit

You were there to ease the crush.

 

Now this tired body cannot

Take the journey deep into

The endless night,

Your joyful jaunt is

Just a dream of yesterday.

 

Still you tempt me with your wiles,

Just a taste for old time sake;

Enough to jog the memory

And chase all cares away.