Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 56

Crystal Ball

Thecrystal ball is broken,

Shatteredin a thousand pieces,

Scatteredon the basement floor

Justwaiting to be swept away.

 

Athing of beauty in its day,

Filledwith hope and aspiration,

Forwardseeking, always searching

Forthat temple in the sky,

 

Lookingfor an alibi

Tohide the fear of taking chances,

Fallingvictim to the winds of change

Thefates are bound to bring.

 

Stillthe sirens softly sing

Theirsubtle songs of dreams fulfilled,

Beckoningto press their will,

Rekindlingthe fire within,

 

Topick up pieces and begin

Withhope reborn to start anew,

Newdecisions, new directions,

Newcrystal ball to gaze into.

 

Constant Eyes

Amother’s love is unrelenting,

Imperviousto compromise,

Oftensilent, always open,

Vigilant,with constant eyes.

 

Nothingelse holds more importance

Thanthe safety of her child,

Everyhope, every dream,

Everytrivial trick or trial

Aremet and dealt with confidence,

Weighingall the evidence,

Dealingout the consequence,

Bothprosecutor and defense.

 

Igrew up in a home of love,

Nopretention or disguise.

Allthat I am or hope to be I owe to

Mother’sconstant eyes.

 

Long Time Ago

Had a lot of druthers

In those early days of youth,
Back before reality revealed
The ugly truth.
Could have done a lot of things,
Most anything I wanted.
No one there to dash my dreams,
No memories that haunted.
Could have been a singer,
Then my voice began to change.
Could have been a cowboy
Riding on the open range.
Could have been a lawyer
Out there fighting for a cause.
Could have been an actor
Only fighting for applause.
But over time fate has a way
Of calmly stepping in,
And though sometimes it knocks you down
You get back up again.
Looking back without regret
It now seems clear to me,
What happened then to bring me here
Was surely meant to be.

 

Until Tomorrow is Today

Each reality of today

Was someone’s dream ofyesterday.

Perhaps unknown,

Unfelt,

Unseen,

A feathered angel lost insleep.

Stealth shadows fromanother world

That slowly seep into themind

And brighten with thedaylight’s touch

Until tomorrow is today

And we can see her rosycheeks,

Feel her warming gentletouch,

Hold the hope that sheinspires

And taste the nectar

In her kiss.

 

Rainbow Rider

Wistful, waxing rainbowrider

Chasing after stormyweather

Wrangling the hope thatfollows,

Kissing every childhooddream.

 

Saddled upon coloredhorses,

Rising from a distantland

From horizon to horizon

Spreading joy to everycorner.

 

Leaping color upon color

Sweet magenta fades toblue

In disappearing majesty

To find the hue ofsunlight’s glow.

 

Sweet, the arc of yourbright bow

Quickly fades from mortalview.

Happiness is in yourmount

Touching hearts in yourbrief time.

 

Hope Rises

From the ashes of despair

          On a wish

                    A dream

                              A prayer.

Thankful just to bealive,

          Vision quest

                    Renewed

                              Revived,

As the air comes waftingin,

          Scented breezes

                    Gentle friend,

New directions arerevealed,

          Untold secrets

                    Unconcealed.

Lift the darkness from myeyes,

Clearthe way so hope may rise.

 

Yes, I Can

They didn’t start outwith intent

To shatter every untoldmark,

To set a new goal toattain,

To reach the crest ofEverest,

To pass the dark side orthe moon

And go beyond the Sun andstars.

But somewhere there alongthe way

Someone took notice oftheir deed,

Pointed toward a loftygoal

And set a process in itsplace.

It became like Joltin’Joe

Clipping fast to fiftysix,

Or Ripken’s ironmanmarathon

As he reached theunreachable.

No one claimed that itwas easy.

No one said there’d be nopain.

No one even saw itcoming,

Just a happyhappenstance.

Was it from a childhooddream?

Was it even in theirplan?

Only one thing is forcertain.

When asked,

The answer,

“Yes, I can.”

 

Pray for Tomorrow

Okay, so today was not sogreat,

Weighted with tribulationand trials

Til it seemed that itwould have no end.

But it did end,

And I survived,

And what, at times,seemed that it might destroy

Only tended to make mestronger,

While burdens offeredbecame lessons learned,

And blessed relief madethe journey worthwhile.

 

Now, as my head touchesfeathery pillows,

Now, as my eyes cleansethe harsh light of day,

I peacefully pause toreflect on my blessings

And pray for tomorrow

With hope born anew.

 

Don’t Give Up

Sure, it’s hard.

No one said that it wouldbe an easy ride.

Roads are long

And filled with potholes,detours, roadblocks and asides.

Is it worth

The consequences ofdecisions you abide?

Can you take

The pain you must endureto finally win the prize?

Questions,

Always questions mustneed answering so dreams survive.

Onward,

Always onward, lookingupward, keeping hope alive.

Pausing only briefly fora sip from Inspiration’s cup.

Pressing on with headheld high

Determined never to giveup.

Best Laid Plans

Time again for the boysof summer

To start a journey thatwill last into

The depths of autumn ,

Dwindling down to thefinal two…

The final one.

 

But now, right now,

Everything is even,

Everyone is champion;

Number one.

Plans and schemes anddrafts and trades,

Every scenario,

Every projection has laida path

To be clearly followed.

All are winners at thisearly stage.

 

And we will follow

With pencil and passion

Living vicariously to theend.

Some heroes will fall.

Some dreams will fulfill,

Our only duty:

Enjoy the ride.