Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 7

Reasons

We may never know the reason

We were placed here on this globe

Regardless of the seasons we

Persistently prattle, prod and probe.

 

It took millions, perhaps even billions

Of years to get where we are today.

And it may be millions of billions more

Before this experiment all goes away.

 

Life is a mystery and there is no doubt

We’ll spend our days trying to

Figure it out.

But even though doubts and

Perplexities grow,

There’s really just one thing that

We need to know.

We have been given a wonderful prize,

And all becomes clear if

We open our eyes.

The reason of reasons,

So easy to see,

Is to cherish each other

And simply just be.

 

Why Me?

Dealing with a plethora of

Calculated maladies

Throughout a wilted lifetime

Folding wearily to close.

Wondering without wonder

How I earned this wretched bed of fleas

With a never-ending feckless cast

Of miseries and woes.

Why me?

Gall stones, kidney stones, arthritisattacks my bones.

Degenerating vertebrae with bulging discs

That slip this way and that

Sending shards of pain down the leg

Back to my brain.

Pressing on sciatic nerves

Much more pain than one deserves.

Pressing stenosis in my spine

Adds misery to my storyline.

Pancreatic inflammation,,

The most pain in all creation.

Diabetes, such a curse, puts my diet inreverse.

Basal cancers on my skin,

Cut it off. It’s back again.

Raging eczema running amuck, 

More ruddy red than a firetruck.

But of the issues I have faced

I save the worst for last.

Of all these miseries I profess,

Shingles really kicked my ass.

Why me?

Whispering Into the Wind

So much love can be amassed when

Whispering into the wind

When it learns our joyful ode and

Serenades it back again.

 

Every thought,

Every secret known

To us and us alone

Softly echoes in the distance

Spawning sun-sweet pheromones.

 

Bemused in mellow meditation’s

Calm cocoon of conscious belief

The whispers swell to urgency

Then settle in refined relief.

 

To hold the wind in warm embrace,

To breathe full-circle mindfully,

To know that now is all we have

And now is all we ever need.

 

Peaceful zephyrs calling softly

Landing lightly on my skin,

Listen to my fervent prayer

As I whisper in the wind.

 

To the Moon… and More

I grew up in a simpler time

When thoughts of walking on the moon

Was nothing more than fantasy,

Unlikely if not ludicrous.

 

Not to say that dreamers failed to

Picture possibilities,

But current thinking back then

Made discussion seem superfluous.

 

Of course, we all know how the

Swift scenario developed

In a decade furious with change

And challenges and competition.

 

Suddenly, the scene that seemed unreal

Unfolded step by step

Until the day in ’69 when

It all came to fruition.

 

Looking back and looking forward,

Looking past what looks are for,

Moving out through time and space,

Reaching for the moon,,,

And more.

 

Stop the Madness

The world is spinning out of control

Like a pinwheel in a blustery breeze,

Where gravity is just a notion

That can be rebuffed with idle ease.

 

Suffer all the throes of madness

When reality is rejected

Leaving tyrants and buffoons to

Trounce upon the unprotected.

 

Empty fools reflect in folly

Unperturbed, slightly amused.

Happy just to watch the fireworks,

Gratified to light the fuse.

 

When the world is too much with us

And the chains proclaim their weight,

When all common-sense deserts us

And the enemy storms the gate,

 

That is when we stand together

Shouting in a single voice

“This is where the madness ends.

This is where we make our choice.”

 

 

Teamwork

Trying hard to pull the weight expected

To achieve success.

Logging so much more than time

And effort than I bargained for.

 

Keenly knowing that solutions

Will more likely be addressed

Through symbiotic partnership

In teams of two or ten or more.

 

There is something satisfying

Working well within a troupe

Of dedicated and like-minded

members with a lofty aim.

 

Pressing forward with each hero

Soldiering within the whole.

Supporting, bolstering the mission,

Moving toward the chosen goal.

 

In the great, grand scheme of things

When searching for a dream,

Goals are much more likely

To be reached when working as a team.

 

Too Much Bluster

Everybody knows somebody

Furnished with the gift of gab,

Whose ceaseless stream of consciousness

Is game for every ear in range.

 

At first you listen patiently,

Even though it’s dull and drab,

Even though there is very little

Information to exchange.

 

Soon you come to realize this

Loose one-sided banter

Is nothing more than bluster

Without purpose or remorse.

 

You wonder, “Should I walk away?

Would it be rude?” No.

That’s no answer.

So, you stand with arms akimbo

Til the ranting runs its course.

 

Cannot give it too much weight

Because at end of day

When the bluster loses luster

It will simply fade away.

 

Wolf Cry

Is there anything more mournful

Than the woeful cry of a lonely wolf

Perched upon the hilltop

Breathing missives to his loyal pack.

 

Doubtful his initial plaintive howl

Is going to be enough,

Repeat, repeat, repeat again

Until the answer echoes back.

 

Bring the coven back together

In their commonality.

Strength in numbers,

Deadly forecast,

One mindset where all agree.

 

On the prowl with silent footfalls,

Swift the pathway moves aside.

Senses keen in search of quarry.

Woe to all in their domain.

 

Those who tempt their fickle fate

Discover there’s no place to hide,

And in the end the wolf cry

Is the only thing that will remain.

 

Energy

Energy is everything and

Everything is energy.

Wind and water, lightning bolts,

The sun, the stars and galaxies.

Held in place, in the control of

Forces that we cannot see.

Theories of creation cloaked

In shrouds of muddled mystery.

 

Waking every morning,

Yawning, stretching out to

Greet the day.

Searching for the sustenance,

The energy to work and play.

Provender to fuel the flames,

A bountiful buffet,

Granting everything that we may need

Along the way.

 

Yes, it’s hard to comprehend

The sources on which we depend.

To know where energy begins,

To sore predict where it may end.

 

Less is More

Simplicity is an awesome concept

Bordering on the incredible.

Boiling the broth to a fever pitch

Makes the renderings temptingly edible.

 

A flood of good wishes on birthdays andholidays,

A plethora of accolades,

But what of that one-on-one

Time with that special one

Spent at the end of the day.

 

Too many cooks, they say, can spoil thepot,

And “too many chiefs” cannot lead.

Is there such a thing as too much of agood thing?

Are there ever too many good deeds?

 

Sometimes there are so many choices tomake

That it seems an impossible chore.

You stir it around

Til the numbers boil down

And you realize, yes,

Less is more.