Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 93

Why Do We Cheat Each Other?

Lessons come hard for cheaters.

They don't always get it the first time,

The second, the third.

Someone forgot to tell them their shortcut

To finding the answer was terribly wrong.

Somewhere along the highway of lessons in life

They simply did not get the word.

Or somehow the tune went awry in their minds,

Erasing the words to the song.

 

Wanting and winning and taking and getting

Are viruses growing, infecting the heart,

Dulling the senses of kindness and giving,

Setting compassion alone and apart.

What do we win when we covet our neighbor?

What prize does envy align on our shelves?

Nothing is gained when we cheat on each other.

We just wind up cheating ourselves.

 

The Bitch Was Right

"What a bitch!" Was his quick response.

"How could she say that to me?"

What was her motive?

What did I do?

What does she want me to be?

 

So defensive... So damned touchy...

Can't she take a joke?

Can't she see my side of things?

Why must I wear her yolk?

I don't need this from anyone,

Won't take it anyway.

There's plenty more where she came from.

Tomorrow's another day.

 

Then comes tomorrow's calm reflection,

Simmering through the night.

Often said, a clearer head

Reveals the "bitch" was right.

 

Do You Love...?

Do you love to see the sunrise,

Pink and orange, blue and red?

Do you watch it settle on the tree tops,

Nodding off to bed?

Do you love to hear the robin sing?

...To watch the rabbits play?

Can you sit and watch the autumn trees

'Til the leaves have blown away?

Do you love the snow?

Do you love the rain?

...The wheat fields green and gold?

Will you stay with me?

Will you be with me when

We both are growing old?

Do you love the thought of a happy heart?

Is it what you want to be?

Would it make you sad if we were apart?

Tell me true,

Do you love me?

 

What Is A Friend?

How many friends do you have in your life?

Not acquaintances, coworkers, fair-weather friends,

Not neighbors or vendors you see on occasion

Exchanging a joke-de-jour, flashing a grin.

 

A friend... A true friend is a diamond uncut,

A treasure unmeasured by gemstone or gold,

A movie awaiting a storybook ending,

A welcoming shelter, relief from the cold.

 

Who can you tell your most intimate secrets

And not expect judgement or guilt in return?

Who do you go to when life gives you roses?

Who shares desire for the things that you yearn?

 

Whose is the shoulder you seek in your sorrow?

Whose are the eyes that reflect your delight?

Who is the one who will stand at your side

And go toe to toe when you fight the good fight?

 

Who sees you through and then comes back to you

Sharing joys and sorrows, the good times, the strife?

The question unanswered. Think through it once more.

How many friends do you have in your life?

 

God Bless the Givers

The world is overpopulated with

Those who only take.

Grasping grabbers, cold back-stabbers

Always on the make.

Rolex wearing, never caring,

Always wanting more.

Never knowing sacrifice,

A bold self-serving whore.

With oh! So many on the take,

Not knowing how to live,

We cherish those who can forsake

Themselves and learn to give.

Parables are written and

Stories touch the soul

Of those kind-hearted givers

Who sacrifice their goals

To deliver aid and comfort

To those who are in need,

Who never ask for recompense

For their unselfish deeds.

God bless the givers,

Bless them all,

Their numbers multiply.

Inner peace befriends the hearts

Of those who don't ask why.

 

Look At Me

I've never been to a nudist camp

Where folks parade undressed,

Never spent the day at a topless beach

Where women flaunt their breasts.

A slave to inhibition I

Suppose I'll always be.

Too shy to display just a smile

And say,

"Hey world! Come look at me!"

Do Naked People Have More Fun?

They say that "clothes doth make the man".

The woman also, I suppose.

But is this hang-up accurate?

What is this thing we have with clothes?

No quibbling. I know the answer.

The mystery resolved.

The most fun that I've ever had,

No clothing was involved.

 

Trying To Quit

Habits can be such a pain,

Can cause you anguish,

Give you fits.

Especially when you decide

It's really time to call it quits.

Physically and mentally

You're never quite prepared.

Talking tough is easy

Though inside you're really scared

To think of giving up your crutches,

Cherished little quirks.

It really burns when others spurn

Cajolingly and smirk

And smile and even laugh out loud

At your latest vain attempt.

The last thing that you need is mocking

When you seek redemption

From the strangle hold, creating a

Revival from the deep.

Self-denial is enough to

Make the strongest weep.

Finding all the puzzle pieces,

Seeing how they fit,

No one knows how tough it goes

Until they try to quit.

 

Break Dancing! What the hell was that all about?

Phases, fads, forgotten fashions

Come and go, unbridled passions

Stealing through into the night,

Swirling whirlwinds in their flight.

 

Frisbees, yo-yos, hula hoops,

Derby hats and spats... Zuit-suits

And boogie-boards to cruise the waves,

All the hep-cats were the rave.

 

It was not so long ago

Break dancing was the latest craze.

Twisting, spinning, topsy-turvy,

How they would amaze the

Sedentary like myself

Who watch in awe from an easy chair,

Wondering how the hell can they do

What they're doing there?

Better yet, I wondered "why"?

What scheme? What aim? What plan?

The answer is a simple one.

They do it 'cause they can.

 

Break It Up

Stop that fighting! Break it up!

No bickering allowed.

Do that stuff when you're alone,

Not standing in a crowd.

Talk it out. Don't stand there yapping

Like a bitten pup.

Grown up people keep their heads.

For god's sake, break it up!