Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 98
January 19, 2023
I’ve Changed My Mind
Restless to change the ho-hum of my life.
Bored with the humdrum/doldrums that’s
Plagued for so long.
Spoke up to issue fair warning
To any who might try to add to my strife.
Nothing and no one allowed to
Silence my song.
Yesterday’s sorrows are still there,
A constant companion wherever I go.
A badge I wear pinned to my heart
Next to your memory.
And all my tomorrows are threadbare,
Fallow, unchanged, unintended to grow.
Day after day after
Long lonely day
Yesterday is all I can see.
But you wouldn’t want me to
Carry that burden,
Living my life in a haze. So,
I woke up this morning and
I’ve changed my mind
To start living the rest of my days.
January 18, 2023
Wake Up Morning
Good morning, morning.
Time to get up.
I’ve been marking time all night for you.
Come alive with the shimmer of
Daybreak on dewdrops,
Bidding the moon and the stars
Fond adieu.
The robins have found you
And croon your arrival
With subtle sweet smooth serenade.
And as ebony morphs into
Crystal clear dawning
The shadows of night gently fade.
I sit with my coffee cup
Anticipating as lush aromatics bid
Senses to hurry,
To hasten the sunrise without
Brash dramatics
That send the day reeling and
Lost in a flurry.
Warm as a summer breeze.
Soft as a pup.
Good morning, morning.
It’s time to get up.
January 17, 2023
The Heart Never Lies
Go with your gut.
Go with your head.
Go with your heart where it leads.
Life in a rut.
Thoughts filled with dread.
Lost in a wildwood of copious trees.
Why be so needy?
Why be so greedy?
Why give a dingle at all?
No need to act
Until all of the facts have been
Spray-painted onto the wall.
Your gut is the first to speak,
Never shy, never meek.
Instinct akin to survival.
Then the head interjects
As the lines intersect
Til it becomes an archrival
But then the heart barters
For a cloudless new start seen
Through open and welcoming eyes,
Where decisions ring true
As the color of blue
In a world where
The heart never lies.
January 16, 2023
I Am the Eagle / The Dove
I rise above
The tallest trees.
You shall not know my name
And everything my eyes can see
I count as my domain.
No fear,
No anger,
No regrets
My stoic bearing cries.
No ruffled edge to engender tears
To stain my artic eyes.
Comes the darkness of despondence,
Comes the challenge to the fore,
Comes the portal to safe refuge
You may seek forevermore.
I will give you wings of comfort
Though my phantom soars above.
Ever watchful as your eagle,
Ever faithful as your dove.
January 15, 2023
No More Mountains
I wish there were more
mountaintopsThat we could scale together.
We crossed so many peaks and valleys
In our precious time.
No obstacle could block our path,
No worries of the weather.
We dared the lightening and the winds
Collecting memories in our prime.
Though mountains turned to rolling hills
In our lounging later years,
Still we strolled them
Hand in hand
Gazing at the sunset’s fade.
When at last the path became
Too difficult for you to bear
We rested in our solitude and
Held each other unafraid.
Now you rest o higher ground
In rapture’s paradigm.
No more heartache. No more pain.
No more mountains left to climb.
January 14, 2023
We Ain’t Spring Chickens Anymore
Yeah, I’ve heard it all before.
Way back then when I was Superman
I’d bust through any door.
Drive my Chevrolet
Til the break of day.
Dance the band right off the floor.
But regrettably time has passed and we
Ain’t spring chickens anymore.
Times were really good back then
When gals were gals
And mem were men.
We’d chase each other round the bend
And never lose a beat.
Summer spent on crystal lakes
Swimming til our muscles ached,
We’d leave no promise in our wake,
No dragons to defeat.
Oh, how I long to harken back to
Winsome days and nights of yore,
But senescence changes everything
And…
We ain’t spring chickens anymore
January 13, 2023
The Jokester
Punster, prankster,
Life of the party
Flitting from pillar to post
In your duty.
Ringmaster, court jester,
Orchestra leader.
No sacred cows in your
Meadows to graze.
Quick to react,
Alert to respond,
Never a case
To be haughty or snooty.
No false excuses are
Deemed necessary, like
“Oh, he’s just teasing,” or
“It’s just a phase.”
But take care, oh, fearless one.
Not every mark shares
The humor you lavishly spread.
Your feckless buffoonery
To the wrong person
Could engender issues of dread.
January 12, 2023
Cigarettes are Disgusting
Don’t know why I ever got started.
Some misguided peer pressure
I suppose.
Blame it on Uncle Sam.
Blame it on weakness.
Blatant stupidity slurped up the nose.
Took me a few years of
Sucking on stupid sticks to
Reach the roof of
Reality’s realm.
Thankful to quit before
Throes of addiction
Shackled my will
Until overwhelmed.
You see,
I’ve lived long enough
I can make the rebuff to
Any case one might present.
I’ve seen what it does
To the ones that I love
In the final days of their lament.
One thing for certain
On that final curtain
(And in this you can place all your trust.)
Regrets will consume,
Inundating the room
And end your days filled with disgust.
January 11, 2023
The Night Shift (Sundowning)
Everything changes at sundown.
Some trigger,
Some toggle,
Some shivering switch is thrown.
Up becomes down,
In turns to out,
A blood-thunder chill that goes
Straight to the bone.
Not sure the reason, but then
No one knows why
A brain-numbing chaos
Holds hands with the dark,
Or what raises fear to
A whole other level.
Escaping the jaws of
The great phantom shark.
I only can soothe and assure and
Assuage any angst
That may torment
A befuddled brow.
Pray for the morning,
For clarity’s purchase, and
The strength to get through this…
Somehow.
January 10, 2023
Hope, Never Lost
Ah, hope.
That noble enigma whose arms
Reach up to a winsome sky,
Favored and flavored with
Peppermint sticks.
Soft as the sound of
A sweet lullaby.
“If only. If only,” she gently whispers
With feather-like tickles
That tantalize,
While tossing a penny into a fountain,
Then patiently waiting to glean
Kismet’s prize.
Where would I be
Without your silent kisses
Tactfully tempting by
Subtle design?
Oh, patron of dreamers,
Siren of seekers,
I never shall lose you.
You’ll always be mine.
