Blessings Abound
My humble life has been so blessed
In myriad of ways,
I offer up a thankful prayer
For every breath I take.
So many acts of thoughtfulness
And debts I must repay
To friend or foe or family
Or just for kindness sake.
I lift my gaze up to the clouds
And somewhere far beyond,
To all of those who’ve gone before,
Who entered Heaven’s gate,
Who searched for something to believe
But ended all too soon,
And took with them a comfort
That had always been their fate.
Blessings are not hard to find,
They’re scattered all around.
One only needs to look inside
To see where they abound.
Dennis Martin began writing plays and submitting them to the local playwright’s festival when he turned 40 years old. He has written 13 plays –several of which have been presented as staged readings in the Baltimore Playwright’s Festival. Dennis has written over 800 poems and self-published a book of poems titled “Love and Passions” available at www.iuniverse.com and major online bookstores as well as 6 other poetry collections and 3 novels available at www.lulu.com/dsmartin. Read more about Dennis at http://www.iwritesome.com or blog with him at http://iwritesome.blogspot.com .
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Trust
I will not question your remiss.
You cannot help your folly in
A frenzied, fashioned, frivolous
Profusion of profession.
Within a welt of weariness
Without a weathered wariness
You seethe a certain innocence
That escalates confusion.
How could I doubt?
Why should I shout?
What kind of lout would question?
To taunt or mock
Would cause a shock
But garner no confession.
I will not cry
Or alibi
Or grumble in disgust.
Sometimes the fat
Is rendered to
A simple act of trust.
Dennis Martin began writing plays and submitting them to the local playwright’s festival when he turned 40 years old. He has written 13 plays –several of which have been presented as staged readings in the Baltimore Playwright’s Festival. Dennis has written over 800 poems and self-published a book of poems titled “Love and Passions” available at www.iuniverse.com and major online bookstores as well as 6 other poetry collections and 3 novels available at www.lulu.com/dsmartin. Read more about Dennis at http://www.iwritesome.com or blog with him at http://iwritesome.blogspot.com .
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IN
In Contrast There Is Growth
In Belief There Is Faith
In Thought There Is Creation
In Consciousness There is Multiplicity
In Dreams There Is Healing
In Matter There Is Illusion
In Life There Is Continuity
In God There Is Laughter
In Love There Is Energy
In Me There Is All There Is
Hal Manogue
From the 2008 Collection Of Short Sleeves A Book For Friends
http://www.shortsleeves.net/
http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/
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Words
Vocabulary on a wheel...
Mumbled words spat out ina spiel,
Yet very rarely are they real.
Understated... over-mused...
Is it comprehension – or compromise?
Better hope they're big enough in size!
So often stated,
That they're under-rated
And so, false meanings are then created.
Try to sound sincere...
Yet holding back words in fear,
From being too often jeered.
So many sums lead to so many substances, Hard to force yourself to take the chances; And all hell breaks loose if ther's wrong glances.
Despite it all the truth is not heard;
Because of the wrong combination of words...
An ironic wheel of confusion is needlessly churned.
This poem is excerpted from the book Towards Understanding by Lillian Brummet (www.myspace.com/canadianauthor). The poem "Words" has duel meanings. It discusses how words can be used to deceive others and shelter ourselves. Yet it also shows how words are received so very differently by each individual and that this can, and does, lead to unnecessary conflicts, hurt feelings or misconstrued meanings. Poets can attest to this last point in that they are often surprised by the readers' interpretation of their work.
My humble life has been so blessed
In myriad of ways,
I offer up a thankful prayer
For every breath I take.
So many acts of thoughtfulness
And debts I must repay
To friend or foe or family
Or just for kindness sake.
I lift my gaze up to the clouds
And somewhere far beyond,
To all of those who’ve gone before,
Who entered Heaven’s gate,
Who searched for something to believe
But ended all too soon,
And took with them a comfort
That had always been their fate.
Blessings are not hard to find,
They’re scattered all around.
One only needs to look inside
To see where they abound.
Dennis Martin began writing plays and submitting them to the local playwright’s festival when he turned 40 years old. He has written 13 plays –several of which have been presented as staged readings in the Baltimore Playwright’s Festival. Dennis has written over 800 poems and self-published a book of poems titled “Love and Passions” available at www.iuniverse.com and major online bookstores as well as 6 other poetry collections and 3 novels available at www.lulu.com/dsmartin. Read more about Dennis at http://www.iwritesome.com or blog with him at http://iwritesome.blogspot.com .
**************
Trust
I will not question your remiss.
You cannot help your folly in
A frenzied, fashioned, frivolous
Profusion of profession.
Within a welt of weariness
Without a weathered wariness
You seethe a certain innocence
That escalates confusion.
How could I doubt?
Why should I shout?
What kind of lout would question?
To taunt or mock
Would cause a shock
But garner no confession.
I will not cry
Or alibi
Or grumble in disgust.
Sometimes the fat
Is rendered to
A simple act of trust.
Dennis Martin began writing plays and submitting them to the local playwright’s festival when he turned 40 years old. He has written 13 plays –several of which have been presented as staged readings in the Baltimore Playwright’s Festival. Dennis has written over 800 poems and self-published a book of poems titled “Love and Passions” available at www.iuniverse.com and major online bookstores as well as 6 other poetry collections and 3 novels available at www.lulu.com/dsmartin. Read more about Dennis at http://www.iwritesome.com or blog with him at http://iwritesome.blogspot.com .
IN
In Contrast There Is Growth
In Belief There Is Faith
In Thought There Is Creation
In Consciousness There is Multiplicity
In Dreams There Is Healing
In Matter There Is Illusion
In Life There Is Continuity
In God There Is Laughter
In Love There Is Energy
In Me There Is All There Is
Hal Manogue
From the 2008 Collection Of Short Sleeves A Book For Friends
http://www.shortsleeves.net/
http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/
Words
Vocabulary on a wheel...
Mumbled words spat out ina spiel,
Yet very rarely are they real.
Understated... over-mused...
Is it comprehension – or compromise?
Better hope they're big enough in size!
So often stated,
That they're under-rated
And so, false meanings are then created.
Try to sound sincere...
Yet holding back words in fear,
From being too often jeered.
So many sums lead to so many substances, Hard to force yourself to take the chances; And all hell breaks loose if ther's wrong glances.
Despite it all the truth is not heard;
Because of the wrong combination of words...
An ironic wheel of confusion is needlessly churned.
This poem is excerpted from the book Towards Understanding by Lillian Brummet (www.myspace.com/canadianauthor). The poem "Words" has duel meanings. It discusses how words can be used to deceive others and shelter ourselves. Yet it also shows how words are received so very differently by each individual and that this can, and does, lead to unnecessary conflicts, hurt feelings or misconstrued meanings. Poets can attest to this last point in that they are often surprised by the readers' interpretation of their work.
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