Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 37

Flimflam

Youcan’t sell that nonsense here.

Thisis not some backdoor scam,

Abait and switch to flim the flam on

Somepoor unsuspecting dupe.

 

Breakthe chain so much reviled

Thatpreys upon the meek and mild

Withunrelenting painful force and

Knocksthe victim for a loop.

 

Isthis some vast eBay scheme?

Aslice of toast, an image seen

Bysomeone whose imagination

Castsa wide suspicious net.

 

ShouldI bite and make a bid?

Castmy lot across the grid?

Forsakingcommon sense and logic,

Takea chance on what I get?

 

CanI beat the flimflam man?

WillI lose and be the dope?

Takingchances,

Dancingdances,

Holdingout eternal hope.

 

Torque

Hunkerup and make me spin.

Hunkerdown and twist again.

Keepthe pressure turning in

Sowe can glide into the wind.

 

Twistedwith a finger wrench,

Nota worry, not a pinch,

Featherlight, intent to quench,

Fulfillingevery measured inch.

 

Everymoment hand in hand

Sealsthe bond so neatly planned,

Tighteningour troubled band

Intoa strong united stand.

 

Wehave been and yet will be

Purveyorsof utility.

Wheelsrevolve eternally

Tomake us one,

Toset us free.

 

Accolades

Praiseupon prolific praise

Heapedup to the hilt,

Anavalanche of accolades

Fallingfrom the sky.

Amaraschino cherry topping

Moundsof whipping cream,

Ticklesof a Ferris wheel

Twentystories high.

 

Beatthe drum for all who come

Tosing their heroes praise.

Shinethe subtle spotlight

Onthe golden haloed hair.

Tellthe hallowed haunting tale

Thatled to paths of glory,

Trialsand tribulations overcome

Toget to there.

 

Willyou find it difficult

Acceptingtributes prize?

Haveyou earned the worshiping

Reflectedin their eyes?

Weare but mere mortals

Actingout our escapades,

Hopingto be worthy

Ofaccepting accolades.

 

Bamboozled

Whatsay we go dupe the dope?

Givehim just enough of the

Unwindingrope to satisfy, mollify,

Catchhis eye and offer hope

Wherehopelessness alone prevails.

Hearthe senseless plaintive wails

Softlyas they emanate

Butfail to reach the ears of fate,

Gaspingas they grope.

 

Pray!Who are these bamboozlers?

Theseplausible confuselers,

Thesehearty, hateful handlers,

Theseunexcused excuselers

Whoprey on pretty pitifuls

Witheasily committables,

Trancingand then trampling

Thelame and limping snoozelers.

 

Mustthe weary always be

Thevictims of such piracy?

Failingto transcend the

Vagueillusion of transparency.

Openeyes can catch the prize

Andyet avoid bamboozlement,

Ifonly they are tuned and wise;

Ifonly they are meant to see.

 

Contiguous

Asnighttime follows daylight,

Assidewalks hug the street,

Asfingers fold to handshakes

Andthe music forms a beat,

 

Thesecond hand sweeps constantly

Erasingyesterday.

Andwho will know the overflow

Thatswiftly slips away.

 

Isit not all connected

Insome melancholy rhyme?

Arewe to be suspected of

Diminishingin time?

 

Andthere are lessons to be learned,

Andpatterns to obey

Inskillfully connected

Interactiveinterplay.

 

Anddaylight yields to nighttime,

Andthe street is sidewalk’s friend.

Ourhands enfold in friendship

Andthe music never ends.

 

Dilatory

Puttingon the putting off

Leadsto yet another story,

Whilethe moans of lazy bones

Speaksin volumes dilatory.

 

Ifthe season captures reason

Inthe rhythm of the rhyme,

Chancesare the pithy plan will

Meetdemand to end on time.

 

Butif sidetracks switch the cargo

Andthe focus goes awry,

Whois left the beastly burden?

Whoexplains the where and why?

 

Letme be the fiend of focus,

Crackthe whip and set the course,

Dashthe dilatory demon,

Banishhim with lethal force.

 

Heroeshaunt the halls of rescue

Neverseeking fame or glory,

Alwaysin the nick of time,

Neverlate or dilatory.

 

Oxymoron

It’sbeen a long-short, easy-hard,

Noisy-quiettime since the

Frizzy-frazzle,paddy-paddle

Came-wentaway.

Andthe clearly muddled message

Ofour logical-nonsensical

Ledus all to follow

Whatunspoken words can say.

 

Andthe moving stillness calls us

Ina voice we cannot hear

Witha razor dullness sharper

Thanthe blunt end of a spear.

Comeand heed the mute rendition

Ofa song no one is singing.

Comeand wrap your restless arms

Aroundthe nothing that is there.

 

Wewill win the losers battle.

Wewill fight them in retreat,

Runto cover with a vengeance,

Raiseour flag in proud defeat.

Theyshall feel our passive anger,

Thegrave weakness of our might.

Wewill teach an unlearned lesson

Insurrendering to fight.

 

Minx

Boldand brazen little minx,

Championof a thousand winks,

Castyour cares and flaunt your wares

Inhottest shades of reds and pinks.

 

Flapand flash and fairy dust

Sparklingin flaxen hair.

Nota care to cloud the way,

Everyday a fantasy.

 

Subtletya distant thought,

Seldomcaught with set designs.

Don’twant to be left behind

Whenall the fun begins.

 

Walkingtall where labels stick,

Steppingquickly in the mix.

Noregrets, no looking back,

Knowingall the traps and tricks.

 

Justbe careful and beware.

Thereis danger everywhere.

Seedsof lust do not breed trust

Invictims who accept your dare.

 

Ricochet

Bornof power, unafraid,

Totallyindifferent to the caste and class

Writtenin the logs and ledgers of the world.

Casedin brass, ready to ignite with fury

Inan instant, sending forth the unsuspecting infant

Hurtlingwith deadly force.

 

Travelingmore than sight and sound,

Cutting,screeching through the air

Defyingfriction, gravity,

Screaminghot with total dread.

Searchingfor a target,

     Any target that may cross its path.

Nothingto impede the speed,

     Must concede to destiny.

 

Butthe object of desire

Hidesbehind an obstacle unexpected,

Unprotectedfrom the fury and the wrath.

Nowthe path has been deflected, and

Yourtarget redirected.

Whomust fear your ricochet?

Noone really knows.

 

Boomerang

Swiftlyshe travels in circular patterns,

Bankingoff currents, too busy to care about

Rulesof inertia, bending the air.

Comingto rest where her journey began.

 

Bandsof perception trickle and tickle the

Soulof deception replete in your sail.

Windsof experience always prevail as the

Hourglasssharpens and runs out of sand.

 

Wewho have known you are ever attuned

Ofyour vigilant countenance, true to a fault,

Temptedto vault over hillside and valley

Onlyto turn and return to the nest.

 

Andthose who you touch, may the angels be with them,

Heavenforgive them and all of their seed.

Quenchingthe need of our civilized union,

Puttingour labors to rest.