Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 34

Mustang

Wild and free.

Wild and free.

Storm the open range

As hooves of thunder

Flee reality.

Chase a fleeting wind that

Only you can see

Through canyons

Where no other

Dares to tread.

 

Untamed eyes

Detect the lies

That seek your capture,

Brandishing a lasso as

They seek their prize.

Tinged with disappointment

When they realize

The futile chase on

Which they have been led.

 

No one can control you

When the day is done.

Wild and free your destiny.

Run, mustang. Run.

 

Wisp

Hardly noticing at first

From the corner of my eye,

Soft flame lightly flickering,

Dancing on a candlewick.

And you are in the afterglow,

Or are you just a whisper?

A wistful wisp of saffron

Gently coloring my world.

 

Fortunate indeed to have

The pleasure of your favor

If only for the briefest instant

In this restless life.

Yielding to the certainty that

Nothing is forever,

Clinging to the moment to

Create a memory.

 

Crease the vein of fond remembrance,

Foster every treasure,

Cherish every fleeting glance

As though it were the last.

Let there be a thousand nights

Of grateful meditation

When the winsome wisp of you

Causes me to smile.

 

Sacrifice

There are tributes to be paid

For every passage in our journey.

Every footfall on the pathway

Lands on someone’s territory.

 

Willingly we yield to barter,

Giving this to garner that,

Coveting the grander treasure,

Reaching for the greater glory.

 

Mostly it is just a game,

A simple reuse of give and take.

Fire a shot into the air

To see who scrambles and who stays.

 

But when price becomes too dear

Challenges are brought to bear.

Sacrifices must be made

To exit from the jumbled maze.

 

You must ask yourself the questions

When the seller sets his price.

Are you ready?

Are you willing?

Will you make the sacrifice?

 

Revelation

Behold what deep dark secrets

May reveal bold truth when finally

The veil is lifted from sad eyes

And windows open to the soul.

 

Pray for guidance as you enter

Realms of possibility.

Some will find the diamond treasure,

Others fail to meet the toll.

 

All who seek are apt to learn

The wondrous feeling that abides

In finding true direction,

Repositioning their flight.

 

All is golden in this sanctum

Where epiphany resides

Waiting to astound the masters

With it’s sudden blinding light.

 

Find the path to revelation,

Gently bend to turn the stone.

Others wait to hear your answer.

You need never be alone.

 

Dream Weaver

Sneaks into your docile head as it

Snugly hugs the eiderdown,

Subtle yet persistent

Tapping gently on your sleepy eyes.

 

Speaking first in monotones

So low you hardly hear her voice,

Building to an aria of

Soulful sweet melodic tones.

 

Echoing your darkest secrets

Off the wall of deep desire,

Chambers filled with priceless treasure

Finally within your grasp.

 

Constant motion fills the darkness.

Heroes rise and villains fall

And you are left to raise the trophy

In the throes of victory.

 

Gentle weaver linger long

Fulfilling every fantasy.

All too soon the dawn will break

To whisk your winsome world away.

 

Islander

It’s lonesome sometimes,

     Left outhere so far from all the

Hurley burley screaming, scheming,

     Loathsomeflotsam

Prevalent among the masses.

 

Lonesome and yet peaceful

     Never beingtouched by

Greasy, grimy gruesome fingers

     Pointing,probing, always begging,

Wanting more.

 

Peaceful in this paradise

     Wheresunset follows sunrise follows

Sunset on the ocean rise.

Worries vanish to horizons

Never to be seen again.

 

Paradise, a fantasy,

     Living,breathing make-believe,

Settled on this island shore

     To give mehope, to inspire,

Help me make it through the day,

Attack the tiger where he sleeps.

 

Bonanza

Where is the prize that the fables devise?

Does it live at the end of the rainbow?

Unveil the lies of the subtle disguise

Til the truth is abundantly clear.

 

Stalking the obvious, sleuthing the sleuth

In a frenzied and fanciful quest.

Shedding the truth of an innocent youth

Brings a lesson too heavy to bear.

 

If there is gold in her treasures untold

Then the wait will be worth all the pain.

Barter is cold for the soul bought and sold,

So be careful the mantle you wear.

 

Bonanza is real. It’s a feeling you steal,

Euphoria beyond all measures.

Broker your deal as you plaintively kneel

At the feet of the keeper of treasures.

 

Tributaries

Starts with a trickle,

Barely perceptible,

Inkling, tinkling,

Constant in yield,

Draining its’ juices

To waiting receptacle,

Hugging the earth

With her warm liquid arms.

 

Moving with gravity

Layer to layer,

Languishing long enough

To feed her soul.

Forever lover,

Always a player.

Lonely meanderings

Through field and farm.

 

Seeking her sisters,

Longing to join them.

Building a family

Across the soil.

Looking to join the

Grand ocean of longing,

Grateful reward for

Her labor and toil

 

Shivaree

Gather round now friends and kin,

A celebration is at hand.

Bang the cymbals, tap the tins,

Lasting long past setting sun.

 

Starting on a lifelong journey,

Set a mark to state your case.

There’s no resting for the weary

In this helter-skelter pace.

 

Kiss your partner. Kiss again.

Fill your glasses to the top.

Turn your faces to the wind,

Forever after has begun.

 

Still outside the noise continues.

There will be no sleep tonight.

Only visionary vistas,

Dreams of heaven wrapped in lace.

 

Compunction

Couldn’t help it.

Had to have it.

Wouldn’t think to give it back.

Only felt a slight regret.

Hardly overcome with guilt.

 

It was there for anyone

To come and fill its melting pot

Then scurry off with their reward

Before the door was firmly shut.

 

It was you who was afraid

To break the rules that you had set,

Take a chance that someone else

Could read the patchwork of your quilt.

 

I was firmly on your side,

Ready to defy the hoards,

To overcome the obstacles,

Heal each little nick and cut.

 

Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.

Suppose we both are better served.

Time will count our history to

Give us both what we deserve.