Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 76

The Wishing Well

Have you ever seen a wishing well?

I wonder if they're real.

Wouldn't it be marvelous

If there was such a deal?

Just toss a coin and make a wish,

Whatever it may be,

Then sit back, relax

As it becomes reality.

It's too bad

And it's so sad

Life doesn't work that way.

The wishing well,

So I hear tell,

Comes from working hard each day.

 

Falling Through the Cracks

Details, details, details...

All the tasks that we must track.

Little wonder some things wind up

Falling through the cracks.

So important... Must remember...

Don't let me forget....

"Do you?" "Will you?" "Haveyou?" "Did you?"

No, I didn't yet.

It can all be so frustrating,

Bordering on mean,

When the unexpected

Interrupts your set routine.

Taking actions out of sequence,

Anarchy attacks,

Leaving more important details

Falling through the cracks.

 

A Mouse in the House

There's a mouse in our house.

He's an uninvited guest.

A furry little flash of gray;

A brash unwelcome pest.

He doesn't seem to realize

As he streaks across the room,

That by coming in from outside

He has surely sealed his doom.

I can hear you

Puttering about inside my wall;

Seen your little droppings

In the corner, in the hall.

Shared a slice of bread or two;

Although you didn't ask.

Tried to teach you manners;

Yet another futile task.

No, I'm afraid there's only one

Solution to affect.

I'll set a trap

And bait it well,

And snap your furry neck.

 

A Taste of the Grape

Red or white, rose or blush...

There's nothing so sublime

As vintage nectar of the grape

Taken from the vine.

Pallet pleasures boldly bottled;

Placed upon the rack,

Silent soldiers at attention

Ready to attack

The senses of its' victims

Until they're overwhelmed,

Sending cold reality into

Another realm.

Softening and mellowing

And loosening the lips,

'Til the temperamental tongue

Starts shooting from the hip.

But done in moderation

There is nothing quite so fine

As the sweet aroma of the grape;

The nectar of the vine.

 

Giving Thanks

Going through our daily tasks

That sometimes seem routine,

It's easy to forget what brought us here.

Guiding forces, ever present,

Sources seldom seen,

Leading us along throughout the year.

 

Only fitting we should

Set aside a special day

To give thanks for all our bounty,

To reflect and pray.

 

Life is such a special gift;

A miracle it seems.

Reaching far beyond the heavens

From where starlight beams.

 

Tiny blessings fill our lives

With joy in every way.

To be thankful is a mantle

To be worn each day.

 

Gypsy Woman

Gypsy woman, call my name.

Tell my fortune true.

Is the future bleak or bright?

Give me just a clue.

As I cross your palm with silver

Free me of my doubt.

Tell me of the deep dark secrets

Lurking all about.

Looking in your sphere of crystal,

Seeing through my soul,

Turning cards upon the table,

Playing out your role.

Gypsy woman, can you hear me

In your trance so deep?

Offer hope to all who pay you.

Never let them weep.

 

A Small World

The world is small and growing smaller

Thanks to technology's boon.

Journeys that once took days to complete

Are now done in one afternoon.

With the bend of the arm and the touch of a button,

With the swiftness to make your heart whirl,

Your voice is transported almost immediately

Anywhere in the world.

Though seldom we stop to contemplate

The wonder of it all,

We must not forget how we got to this point.

It's man who has made the world small.

 

Africa

I was watching an African tribe on TV,

And suddenly it occurred to me,

That I really haven't a single clue

About how they live or what they do.

Shrouded in mysteries of a strange land;

Steeped in traditions I can't understand.

Jungles so deep and deserts so vast

That the thought of traversing them leaves one aghast.

A world of discovery;

Silent and bold;

Africa, what wondrous gems do you hold?

 

Puppies

Puppies are cute,

There's no denying.

No other term conveys

All the clumsy,

Klutzy bumbles

In the way that they behave.

A sad face or a fuzzy face,

Those lonely puppy cries.

Little puppy tummy.

Moony puppy eyes.

Skittish, cautious, curious;

Frisky, furry fun;

A ball of boundless energy

Born to jump and run.

So, don't feel weak and don't feel soft;

Don't be filled with dismay,

If you let a playful puppy

Swiftly steal your heart away.

 

To Give a Gift at Christmas

To see a child in wide eyed innocence

Behold a lighted tree

With garland, tinsel, bows and stars;

A wondrous sight to see.

To see the joy of a simple card

Light up a loved ones eyes;

To feel the warmth of cheery greetings

That money cannot buy;

To fill your heart with loving,

Giving all the world your best;

To give a gift at Christmas time

Is to be truly blessed.