Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Poetry Corner June 2011

Some Days
by Dennis S Martin

Distant rumbles from a sky of
Misty gray, hanging low,
Moving steady, marking time,
Marching soldier in your prime.

Crispness chilling morning air,
Sitting on my front porch chair
I ponder what the day will bring.
Daintily the wind chimes sing

As robins chirp
And folks walk by,
Gentle breezes seem to sigh
And slide across the pine tree’s boughs,

Who protests slightly, but allows.
Plans were made
But will they serve?
Will protests yield what they deserve?

Or should I simply roll along
To see what fate holds in her song?
Some days are like this one,
No doubt.

I’ll wait to see what it’s about.

by Dennis S Martin

Mama always taught me that
There’s good in everyone,
That I should seek the positive
And overlook the rest.

Must admit, sometimes you have to
Look real deep to find it.
Some people give the microscope
A grueling, daunting test.

But if you seek, and seek you must,
And dwell on positives,
You just might find that
Life’s more kind
As you ponder your quest.

Is it worth the effort
To seek people at their best?
I believe that it’s the key
To life’s true happiness.

Bigger Picture
by Dennis S Martin

Searching through the scrambled pieces,
Hundreds, thousands, maybe more
Scattered loosely, helter skelter
Laid out on the puzzle board.

Trying hard to find an interlocking place
To fit, to be,
To integrate with all the rest
And form a perfect symmetry.

No one piece can be forgotten,
Not a single one misplaced,
Else the picture be misshapened
Vision hopelessly erased.

But when the whole has come together
And each piece knows where it should be,
Witness all the bigger picture
Formed with perfect clarity.
by Dennis S Martin
Tortured by the husking fruitless
Daily crush of energy marauders
Vexing, ever vexing and
Flexing brawny sinuous flesh,
Flaunting faux powers in feckless faces.
Pity the fools.

I close my eyes,
Lower my expectations and
Wait for sweet dreams
To invade my property.
Oft times comes easy,
Approaching angelic.
The bully backs down
Looking elsewhere for folly.
Prison bars soften and the gates open wide
As velveteen breezes offer their wings
Leaving me free to escape to Nirvana
Where honey flows free
And roses e’er bloom,
And thoughts are but whispers
Born on the wind.
I will linger here a while to
Follow the dream,
Seize the ring.
No misgivings for time well spent.

Silly Giggles
by Dennis S Martin

Nostalgic for the good old days
Of life’s simplistic interludes,
When dreams were fresh as lavender
As sunlight burns the morning dew.

Silly giggles way back then
Were all the sport we ever sought,
No responsibilities could
Trump the task of levity.

And weren’t we happy with our lot?
Time and trial our last concerns.
Foresight was for other fools
To dole and dither fitfully.

Sad to lose the youthful verve
That spawned so many memories, but
Time can be a spiteful mistress
If allowed to have her way.

Now in twilight do I find
The subtle nuance of her gift.
The looking back rekindles joy that
Silly giggles gave us then.

By Dennis S Martin

Mindful embraces form
Elegant sources
Gently caressing the
Lace-covered edges of memory
Harboring every emotion,
As I feel your Heartshine
Soft on my face.

Brighter than sunlight,
Fresher than springtime,
Warmer than summer
I bask in your glow.

Supple as willow trees
Free-flowing branches
Dancing with breezes,
I hold your embrace.
Welcome sweet Heartshine,
Come stay a while.
Linger til long shadows
Fade into night.

Joy is your reverie,
Truth your companion,
Beckoning all
To join in your chase.

Princess Bride
by Dennis S Martin

Sleepy nation wakes the dawning,
Spies the bunting on each ledge,
Something special stirs the scent of
Incense wafting in the breeze.

Quick to dress in finery
To suit such glorious occasion,
Chins held high and chests puffed full
In maximum anticipation.

Four white horses lead the carriage
Fully draped in ceremony
As the trumpets sound the herald
Echoing glad tidings all.

Out she steps to breathless watchers,
Daintily her footfall glides,
Steadfastly her regal father
Leads his angel down the aisle.

Now she stands before the altar,
Nations watching, filled with pride,
And her young prince stands beside her
Proud to wed his princess bride.

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