Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 70
October 29, 2023
Reveling In Fantasy
I could just sit for days,couldn't you?
Reveling in fantasy,
Allowing the real world topass me by,
Shading my eyes to reality.
Who wants to live in a worldcold with pain
Where sadness dwells on thesix o'clock news?
Where the wrangling manglingmadness of hate
Runs amuck in spite ofSociety's views;
Where rules stand fornothing,
And order is shunned,
And freedom is held at the pointof a gun;
Where common sense dies,
Compassion is lost,
And worth becomes measured byhow much is won.
I'd sooner imagine a differentworld.
I know it exists;
I've seen it before.
It tickles to laughter thesmile on your face,
And holds in its fingers thekey to a door
That opens revealing a roomfilled with glee
Where I can run reveling infantasy.
October 28, 2023
Green
Green is the color ofSummertime
In multilayered folding shades
Wrapped around herearth-toned hues
Encapsulating nature'sglories.
The willow weeps her silentsadness
Dogwoods yelp in bursts ofbloom.
The subtle pine standsevergreen
As if too stubborn to submit
To seasons as they come andgo,
Reaching out to Winter snow
And Summer rains with equaljoy;
To sigh and comfort everybreeze.
Breezes float and waters flow
And sunlight touches tenderseed
To blast forth with her floodof green
And spring to life where oncewas void.
Green is life... and life isgreen...
The guiding symbol ofrebirth...
The road to true fidelity...
The color of the eyes of God.
October 27, 2023
Abuse
It's really hard tounderstand
The kind of mind-set subjectto
The twisted actions put upon
And set upon the innocents,
Who's only crime is beingthere
In a close proximity
To one whose presence strikesa fear
Of hurt in those of weakresolve.
Why then must you dominate?
Why must you wreak hurt andpain?
What events in childhood
Made your hand a weapon todestroy?
Why can't you endeavor in
The milk of Human kindness
Where the peaceful tides reciprocate
And fill a heart with kindredjoy?
And when will all yourvictims stand
To pay you back for yourrefuse?
To give you in good measure
A taste of your abuse.
October 26, 2023
Theories on Creation
I wish I had the answers,
But the questions are so huge
When we theorize the origins
And try to break them down.
As the Prophets wrote inancient time
Dispelling doubt withtestament,
The words of God sent from onhigh
To call on all humanity.
We toe the line believing
There is something after,something more,
Something worth behaving inpolite society;
Whether it be need for Heaven
Or the fear of living Hell,
Or just a need for some smallpiece of immortality.
Scientists would have usthink that
It all started with a bang,
That the universe expands inways
We cannot truly understand;
That someday far into thefuture,
In time we cannot measure, it
All will come collapsing in ahurried timeless rush.
And Mister Darwin tells usthat
We climbed down from the trees.
That we are ever changing,
That the future will evolve,
And a hundred generationshence
Will look at us and wonder
How Humanity survived
With all its questionsunresolved.
October 25, 2023
Bodacious Banter
You can be so scandalous
With your bodacious banter
As you probe and prod or pickapart
With needle pricks continuingto rant or
Rave for days on end,
Never calling reason in
To settle a dispute withfact.
You just continue to attack
With bleeding knuckles, bloodycheeks,
Blackened eyes that cannotsee.
Common sense becomes astranger;
An abstract curiosity.
Kicking victims when they'redown
Like raging bulls in fullattack,
Obsessing your obsessions,
Bent on venting for a fullpayback.
Just don't bring your litanyof
Stinging comment bare to me.
I'm too content to hear youvent,
Too discerned to disagree.
October 24, 2023
Legs
More than just a mode oftransport
Carrying from room to room,
Legs are part and parcel
To a sense of sensuality.
Curved and molded, long andluscious
Secretive appendages
That tempt and tease
Libido's ire
To points of curiosity
Where glances linger unaware,
Imagination runs amuck
And fantasy becomes too real
As heat increases by degree.
Turn of ankle, twist of hip,
Touchable, as smooth as silk.
Longing for the good old daysof
Hem lines raised above theknee.
Men obsess at their allure,
Grunting, rutting, wallowing
For passersby with skirtshiked high;
Imagination holds the key.
October 23, 2023
Brazen Hussy
Low cut, high slit boldexhibition
Of lace covered breasts
And mesh covered thighs.
Pheromones broadcast awide-banded signal
To capture attention fromogling eyes.
Heads turn as brows raise andlips purse
And quiver, marking themoment inquisitively.
What is the message?
Where would she take us?
What substance is hiddenbeneath what we see?
Good Christian girls couldnever imagine,
Nor Hindu or Moslem orOrthodox Jew,
Such brazen and bold, suchcraven behavior
The temporal world has falleninto.
But she flaunts and flittersfrom one to another
Like hummingbirds feeding onnectar like wine;
Using the wiles that naturehas given
To capture the bounty thatclings to the vine.
And men being weak, as thecreatures they are,
Are helpless to fall for thespell that she casts,
And wind up alone when thetime comes to pay for the meal,
When it would have beenprudent to fast.
October 22, 2023
A Dog's Life
Old Buster was not a docilecreature,
Though doggie naps were hisspecialty.
He loved to run and romp andplay through
Wood bordered meadows andpastures unending
Where rabbits and squirrelswere tests for his speed
That seemed unbounded by allhuman measure.
No dog in six counties couldmatch his pace.
Totally loyal to familyfamiliars.
Even the cats with which hewas raised
Were his to defend if astranger should pass
Through his yard with acold-hearted sinister leer.
Visitors knew when theypulled in the driveway
To wait in safe confines ifBuster was near.
His bark not a bark, but thebaying of madness,
Like hounds of theBaskervilles cast toward the moon,
Quieted only by Master'scommand
To calm acquiescence andcautious resolve;
Yet staying the sentinel,keeping his watch
Until firmly assured that noharm was in store.
Sadly, old Buster had onefatal flaw.
He loved to go chasing thewhining of wheels.
We buried him there near theside of the road
Where he runs forever inHeaven's fields.
October 21, 2023
One Loose Shingle
A neighbor pointed it out to me
One evening as I opened up mygate
After toiling through
Another day of drudgery,
Hoping for an easy evening
Lounging in my rocking chair,
Drifting off to sleep before
The late night news report.
The evening breeze stirredjust enough
To verify the neighbor's tale
And, looking up beyond thedove
Who settled on the gutterrail,
A single shingle waived andfluttered,
Even struggled to be free.
Teasing, daring, taunting me
To climb the mast and lashher sails.
Perhaps the breeze willsettle down.
Predicted rains may pass usby.
Perhaps the fluttering willcease and
Settle without help from me.
Perhaps I'll be amillionaire,
Can hire a crew to do mychore
So I can lounge and rock andsleep...
So much for reality.
October 20, 2023
Whispers in the Dark
In the stillness of the dark
When all the senses rise toshine
And every nuance of a clear
Subconscious mind is kindlednew,
Every whisper becomes thunder
Echoing from bedroom walls
Of darkened canyons cut byglaciers
A hundred million years ago.
No one answers when I call;
Not a soul for miles around;
Just the shadow of the raven
Gliding across canyon floor.
I search for you to hear mywhispers,
Long to find your gentlevoice,
Need to feel your heatherhair
Brush gently on my waitingskin.
But senses fail me... noresponse...
Nighttime becomes cold andstark, and
No one's there to quench thisthirst
Or answer whispers in thedark.
