Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 79
July 31, 2023
Rounding Up Strays
Have you ever noticed how some people play
At blind benevolence, rounding up strays?
If kindness and fellowship won a reward,
Their curio would overflow with awards.
Kittens and puppies and people who find
Them wandering aimlessly, hope left behind.
Someone must help them.
Someone must pay
The price of compassion
For rounding up strays.
July 30, 2023
The Courier's Message
Across the miles, over hills, through valleys,
Past the gates of barbarian hordes,
In the face of cannon fire,
Through the threat of bombardment,
Over seas and harbors mined for destruction,
The courier's message must go forward.
No idle gossip.
No trivial conversation.
Coded, encrypted, secret in nature,
The courier's message must get through.
The fate of millions hangs in the balance.
The courier's message must get through.
July 29, 2023
Glimpses
These precious little glimpses of life
Seen from the window of the mind...
These pictures in time...
These snapshots...
These keepsakes...
Treasure them always.
Remember them fondly.
Glimpses are memories.
Memories are forever.
July 28, 2023
Fountain of Youth
Where, pray tell, is that fountain of youth?
That great panacea for age?
The millions have fruitlessly foolishly sought
To keep life from turning a page.
Though hope springs eternal we someday may find
A cure so we never grow old,
The fountain of youth is a far-fetched untruth;
A fantasy fools have foretold.
July 27, 2023
Who's To Blame?
Who's to blame when things go wrong?
Who takes the ire of error?
Who rants and raves and places fault
And fills the room with terror?
Does it really matter who's at fault?
Who may have done the deed?
There's a greater cause for which
Our keen attendance has its need.
Fix it first, and later you
Can play your little game
Of figuring a scapegoat,
And finding who's to blame.
July 26, 2023
These Old Eyes
These eyes are old.
They need assistance in focusing
On the printed word...
The picture frame...
Your face.
But my minds eye is keen.
It builds a lasting memory
Of insightful press...
Inspiring art...
Your face.
These old eyes may fail,
But memory will never fade
Of literature...
Mona Lisa's smile...
Your face.
July 25, 2023
The Letter
Staring at a blank page,
Wondering what to write,
Searching through my recent
Recollections of the past.
Looking for the right words
That will cleverly convey
The tender meaning of my message.
It comes to me at last.
The words begin to flow out
Like a river on the page.
My pencil point grows wider
As the pages start to crowd
From margin left to margin right
Continuing unchecked
With text that Mr. Pulitzer
Would surely have been proud.
With all the items of my news
Assembled one by one,
And carefully placed upon the page
My masterpiece is done.
And in closing my epistle,
This update of what's new,
My loving gift of happiness
Is sealed and sent to you.
July 24, 2023
Halloween
The full moon rises to a crest
As the briskness of October air
Comes sweeping down the corridors;
The leaves of autumn everywhere.
And with the moon the only light,
As ghouls and goblins lurk about,
The hearty souls make their assault.
With open bags the boldly shout,
"It's trick or treat".
It's Halloween.
A time of haunts and scares,
Of bold charades and masquerades,
Of challenges and dares;
When ghosts and mummies rise to haunt
Among the living dead;
Where little children hear of tales
That make them hide their heads;
When vampires, devils, cartoon creatures
Burst upon the scene.
Every scary creature
Comes alive on Halloween.
July 23, 2023
Gambling
Do you gamble?
Bet you do.
Would you chance a buck or two
To hit the big one?
All that cash?
All that money you could stash.
Not to worry;
It's no sin.
It's just a game you play to win.
Time to crawl down off that shelf.
Life's a gamble in itself.
July 22, 2023
Politics
Oh! How I hate politics!
Dirty liars. Dirtytricks.
Sleazy campaigns, twisted truth,
Oozing from the voting booth.
Every one is honest
While opponents all tell lies.
Well, someone's surely lying.
That's a fact no one denies.
But how are we to sort it out
From sound bites on t v?
Who are we to trust
To be what they "all" claim to be?
They burst upon the scene
And advocate a grand upheaval;
Leaving voters in the end
To choose between two evils.
Is it any wonder why
The public screams and kicks
When the topic of discussion
Turns to politics?
