Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 94

Nothing Rhymes with Orange

Have you ever tried to make a rhyme

With orange as the key?

A simple word,

But how absurd!

How hard could it possibly be?

Orange, borange, corange, dorange,

'Unwords' come to mind.

Not a single one with meaning

Can I seem to find.

I guess it's simply meant to be,

A word that's so unique.

Nothing rhymes with orange

In this language that we speak.

 

Dad, Why Is the Sky Blue?

Father cringes at the question,

Certain of its' imminent asking.

"Dad, why is the sky blue?"

 

Hoping to delay the answer,

Searching hard for understanding,

Wishing it was asked of someone,

Anyone but you.

 

There's no time for heavy research.

You should know, must know right now.

No delay, no time to play,

Just have your say and take your bow.

And if by chance one question paves

The way to yet another,

Don't hesitate, do not delay,

Just say, "Go ask your mother."

 

Give It Up

Give it up.

The horse is dead,

And beating it won't help.

No need to keep on

Strumming on those strings.

Time is up so

Just move on,

Next subject if you please.

Let's see what new events

Tomorrow brings.

If Sex Was Like Medicine

The good lord had the right idea

By making sex so much good fun.

A simple act to be enjoyed,

Employed by almost everyone.

But if it wasn't such a joy,

A treat, a prince's ball,

If sex was more like medicine,

Would we be here at all?

 

Are We There Yet?

Are we there yet?

Will we be there soon?

I need to know.

Can we stop here?

Are you listening?

Please, I've got to go.

 

What time is it?

What time will it be

When we get there?

When will we leave to

Go back? Please,

Tell me if you care.

 

Life's a highway that

We travel. Twisting, curving,

 Right left turns.

Kindling fires of grand desire that

Smolders, flashes, flames and burns.

 

Calling to the open road

Which offers up its' dare.

Burning questions dwindle down

To one.

Are we there?

When Will It End?

This is exquisite.

It surely won't last.

Enjoy it now while you can.

Pleasure is fleeting,

It glides on the wind,

No particular motive or plan.

It's there if you seek it,

Replies if you speak its name,

Won't flee in a flash,

Comes back if you beckon

Requiring no reckoning surcharge,

No credit, no cash.

To find your desires, your

Castle of dreams

Is to find your one fated friend.

To revel in life

Without asking questions,

Not knowing...

Not caring...

When will it end?

 

The Answer

What was the question?

I forget.

Something to do with "why".

Why this?  Why that?

Why ask me?

I'm just trying to get by.

Love this!  Hate that!

Rich dudes!  Fat cats!

Everything's a fraud.

If you find the answer,

Tell me.

Loudly I'll applaud.

What Price?

All possessions carry costs.

Every service has its' levy.

Secret treasure lurks behind closed doors.

Everyone must serve a master.

We all give our due.

Every person pays a price.

Tell me, what is yours?

 

How Much Is Enough?

Old man Mooney wanted it all

Would have taken the whole world

Were it for the taking.

Money and Mooney were partners to envy,

Never too much when there's more for the making.

How much is enough?

How much do you want,

Be it money or madness or sex?

How does it perplex you?

When will you be sated?  Confess!

How much does it vex?

If stars in the heavens were in your possession,

If seas rolled by at your command,

If every favor were yours for the taking

Would there still be more you'd demand?

Open your eyes.

Take a wide look around you.

The oceans and stars are still there

Belonging to each of us in their own measure,

Enough for the whole world to share.

 

Where Do Worms Sleep In Winter?

I wondered once while digging

In the frozen earth of winter

What is the fate of the lowly worm

When the ground is chilled stone cold?

Does it burrow deep?

Does it hibernate?

Does it sprout wings and fly south

Or does it put its wanderings on temporary hold?

Perhaps it's just a silly question

From a simple mind.

Perhaps the mystery is not important to resolve

But to the worm it's life or death,

Instinct motivated.

A complicated riddle to be solved.

Motivation holds the key to trigger a reaction

Like Pavlov's dogs reacting to the bell.

So if somebody asks you where

The worm sleeps in winter

Go ask the worms.

Only they can tell.