Thursday, December 17, 2009

Trains

Clackity clack... Clackity clack...
Beats the rhythm of the track.
Trekking deep into the night,
Straight on through to morning light.

Whether freight or passenger,
The message is the same to her.
"Just keep rolling, moving on.
Dawn to dust... Dusk 'til dawn."

The fate of nations on her back.
Clackity clack... Clackity clack.

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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Innocence of a Child

Hate unlearned, Selfishness applying to
An empty bottle, nothing more.
No fear unless the inner ear
Perceives a sense of falling.
All else unlearned,
A block of clay
All moistened, primed for molding.

Wide eyed child of innocence
Breathe the air of youthfulness.
Soon the world will beat a path
To rob you of your freedom.
Lessons come in many sizes
Shapes and forms. Who knows the package?
Circumstance and happenstance
Are strange professors, guiding all.

May your teacher be compassion.
May your lesson be the truth.
May your heart be always open
As it was in unlearned youth.


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Sunday, December 13, 2009

Growing Older

No one likes to do it.
Some will fight in bitter rage.
Most deny its' onset.
But none escape the wrath of age.

A pathway which leads forward;
No backward trails to trek.
He moves in one direction,
Demanding our respect.

No dawdling, no lingering
Or laughing in his face.
No stopping by the wayside.
He demands a steady pace.

He brings on many changes
In us as well as others.
He makes our souls seek common goals.
In time, he makes us brothers.

And if we take it gracefully,
Embrace him to the end,
We can make him our companion.
He can become our friend.

No one likes to do it.
But all must acquiesce.
The creature, age,
The teacher, age,
We all must pass his test.




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Friday, December 11, 2009

Fashionably Late: The Sid Series Review

Fashionably Late: The Sid Series Review

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Have you lost your mind?

Make up? You say you want to make up.
You’re telling me you didn’t mean to be so unkind.
Wake up! After such a fiery breakup
I think we need a little shakeup.
Baby, have you lost your mind?

You and me are like fire and ice.
We can’t exist together.
We’ve been angry since the day we met.
For us to try and see it through
And brave the stormy weather
Would only bring us oceans of regret.

Move on. It’s time for us to move on.
Let our story play out to the end
And let it unwind.
But you say you want to keep us both in play,
Try to find another way.
Baby, have you lost your mind?

There’s no need to disagree.
The answer should be crystal clear.
I don’t know why you can’t see
The only way we should go from here.
But there you stand with your heart in hand
And I am trying hard to find
The words to make you understand the truth…
Baby, have you lost your mind?


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Comments Anyone?

Please leave a sarcastic or critical comment hereabout my cousin, Yvonne Perry. She deserves it. She's making the rest of the family (except me) feel like underachievers as she flits about on her blog tour for her new book, The Sid Series. You see what she's done to my blog already.
Go ahead, I dare you to leave a comment under this post. I'm sure she'll be by to check on it sometime today.

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Saturday, November 28, 2009

A Sonnet for You

The world awakes as robins sing your song.
There is no sun if I don’t see your face.
You are the difference between right and wrong.
There is no substitute for your embrace.

I can’t escape the sparkle in your eyes
Where a single look can take my breath away.
Your countenance is without compromise 
And I need you alongside me every day.

And time stands still when you are by my side.
There is no right or wrong, there’s only you.
I wear my feelings with a sense of pride
Knowing you will be forever true.

And when the day is over we are one.
We sing our song to a departing sun.

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Sid series

I had a chance recently to read through the Sid Series, a book of stories for kids (toddlers 3 - 6 mostly) and have to say I was quite impressed. This is more than a series of cute little stories; it is a series of life lessons that every parent or grandparent can relate to on some level. It is a "read to" series that your child or grandchild will ask for again and again. I highly recommend it.

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Friday, November 20, 2009

Blog Tour for My Blogging Cousin

My dear sweet, ever-blogging-loving cousin, Yvonne Perry, starts her virtual blog tour for her children's book today.

The Sid Series is a collection of body-mind-spirit stories that focus on life skills such as overcoming fear, helping others, being true to one’s self, following inner guidance, caring for the body, having self-worth, appreciating diversity, dealing with change, accepting death, being environmentally conscious, and using spiritual gifts.

Yvonne Perry is a graduate of American Institute of Holistic Theology where she earned a Bachelor of Science in Metaphysics. Her interaction with the spirit world began as a child and has developed into a gift that blesses those seeking a better understanding of spiritual gifts.

My cousin actually confesses to seeing spirits and hearing voices. She a medium. Hmmm.... I'd say a large. Anyway, you might as well check out her book tour http://Tinyurl.com/SidTour. She's not going away until you do. Tell her I said so.

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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Wordprattle

Its only words,
But beware of their strength.
Words to make mountains
Come tumbling down.
Loud confrontations,
Bold conversation
Where blanket cessation
Of reason abounds.

Droning in monotone,
Boring the furniture.
Singing in baritone,
Thrills for the soul.
Spreading the news so
Exciting, inviting.
Broadcasting views to
The suffering folds.

Beaches awash in
The white sands of history
Seeking to separate
Sane from absurd.
Time prattles on
Without judgment, unruffled.
Destinies turn
On a single word.

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Who Says Family Can't Be Friends?

On Saturday, December 19 stop by my blog and read “A Book for Kids (and Adults) Who Love Fairies” and listen to an audio of the author reading the story, “Sid’s Fairy ~ Learning About Inner Guidance.”

This selection is from my cousin, Yvonne Perry's, new book, The Sid Series ~ A Collection of Holistic Stories for Children. She is traveling virtually on a book tour that includes 30 stops--mine is one of them--the last one, I might add.

Yeah, I'm friends with my cousin, but she must think I'm soft--the very idea of her giving me the article about fairies to post on my blog! Blood really is thicker than water! I better get a copy of her book for doing this.

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Sunday, November 08, 2009

Mirror of Remembrance

Knowledge
Oh, you warbling warbler
Perched on my fencepost.
Warble your warble,
Cry your cry.

'Feed me. I'm hungry.
I'm always hungry.'
Feed me your birdseed,
Your bread crumbs, your worms.

I can't get enough.
I can't get too much.
Just keep it coming.
 Don't let it stop.

I won't get enough until I die.
I won't get too much if I live forever.


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Saturday, November 07, 2009

Poetry for the rest of us

Glimpses From A Window

What is a poem?
These lyrical little glimpses of life,
Snippets from the window of one's soul;
A tiny picture framed in rhyme,
Formed by words as they unfold.

'Come, let me show, let me demonstrate',
Pleads the poet's gentle sigh.
'Let my words paint a landscape of life,
Of the sun and stars, moon and sky.'

Quickly the words leap out from the page
Flowing swiftly like waters downstream;
Painting a portrait of metaphor,

Creating a world filled with dreams.
Finding our souls with a measure so sure
That the truth of it cuts like a knife.
Leaving us wondering who stole our tale
In a glimpse from the window of life.


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Thursday, November 05, 2009

Yvonne Perry's blog tour

My dear cousin will be stoppin by my humble blog on her upcoming blog tour. to learn more about her tour click on the link

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Climb Back On

Climb Back On

We’re all familiar with the phrase
About falling off a horse.
I’m here to tell you there’s a lot of truth
To that old anecdote. In fact, the human learning curve
Would still be lagging far behind
If such a basic truism
Had failed to make it on the boat.
Failure is not measured by the
Times your fanny hits the ground.
No one gets it right the very
First time we are put upon.
Time to check your spurs, tilt your hat
And set your angled jaw
With brash determination.
Go on…. Climb back on.


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Me or I?

by the ghost of Dennis Martin

My cousin and me (or is that I?)
had never met
until one day I slipped up and said, “I’m going to Georgia.”
Same time she was

“Let’s meet up,” says she
“Now, I’ve done it,” says me (or is that I?)

We made our parents proud
and it was fun to meet
the crazy person I was somehow
related to . . .
Distantly
She lives in Tennessee (she should stay there)
And I? Me lives in Maryland.

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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Passions

PASSIONS

Rising, as mist from a white frozen lake,
As a scorching Sun sears it's soft supple flesh.
New Spring morning awakening senses,
Calling, beckoning, pleading its' case.
Crisp and clearing by mid day and yet
Lingering quietly, memory pacing,
Recalling the freshness, the dewdrops on daffodils
Dancing as daylight escapes from its' hold.

Fingers tap softly on silky smooth shoulders,
Patiently waiting for hopeful reaction.
Pictures encapsuled in memory mindful of
Each minute detail I find in your face;
Tasking this creature who dwells here inside of me.
Dare to confront what I know cannot be.
Lord, give me strength to be perfect in battle.
Passions run hot until flesh is stone cold.



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Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Enter at your own risk

Enter Here

Welcome all who dare to enter,
Care to take a look inside.
Candles flicker introspection;
Murky depths where monsters tend to
Hide from unsuspecting prey,
Shadow stalking building to
Last minute leaping, thrashing slashing.
If you venture, you must pay.
Asking price? A soul or two,
Or perhaps your dignity.
Brazen is the caretaker who
Sells this medicine to you.
Cross the threshold of this manor.
Plunge to darkness. Rise to light.
Hand on dagger, eyes and mind
Wide open, challenging the fear.
All are mortal in this kingdom
Where eternity begins.
Voices call out through the gloom,
Hope for all who enter here.


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take a poll

Take the poll "I would kiss a frog for:" before the end of November. Let's find out what it would take.

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It occurs to me

My friend Irene in New York says:

I have an issue! A 20 oz. bottle of water has gone up to $1.50 and the Govenor of NY wants to add tax to that!

To which I reply:
I agree that taxing bottled water is a bit bazzar, but I do have a workaround. Once the bottle is empty, refill it with filtered tap water. I have a Britta pitcher that I refill a couple of times a day. Never have to buy bottled water.


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Here's what I think

I think I want to start posting more often to my blog. The problem is, I don't always have a new or controversial issue upon which to expound. If anyone has a subject to discuss, let me know and I'll post it and give my outlook. Look for posts under the heading "It occurs to me".


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It occues to me

You know how there are certain things that, when you hear them, are just so unsettling you can barely stand it. If there is one thing I simply don't understand it is the proliferation of 'murder/suicides' in our society these days. You hear about one of these occurrences on a regular basis. You can hardly pick up a newspaper or turn on the evening news without the latest report of a parent killing his family before taking his/her own life.
It occurs to me that these perpetrators have it all backwards. If only they would do the honorable thing and kill themselves first, it would save countless innocent lives. Why do they feel it necessary to deny their progeny (or other loved one) their God-given right to life. Are they so selfish or deranged as to believe that their children/spouse/significant other cannot survive without them? Why do others have to perish simply because they can no longer handle the pressures of life?

There are a lot of things in this life that I don't understand. This one is right at the top of my list.

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Monday, November 02, 2009

Wishing on the Stars


I stand in the splendid darkness,
Head tilted back until vertigo threatens
My balance,
Counting the stars in an endless sky
Till I finally realize I can't
Count that high.
Standing in awe under heavens great canopy,
Gazing in wonder at pin points of light
That visit my eyes after eons of travel
Offering universal delight.
Stars give up wishes much like Aladdin's
Genie, grateful at last to be free.
I have but one wish to make of the heavens,
A wish that will bring your sweet love
Home to me.

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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Can you believe...

I can't believe I've had this blog for going on 5 years. Maybe someday somebody will read what I've written.


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A poem from "Grace Forever"

Seasons

I would not want to live in a place
Where seasons do not habitate
To spread the wondrous magic of
Their ever-changing fickle face.
In jest one may make comment
When the climate is in perfect pitch,
“Oh, if only it could be like this
The whole year round, it would be bliss.”

But foolish words are often uttered
And selfish thoughts prevail until
The parts and sum are reconciled
And truth is finally revealed.
The bitter bite of winter’s teeth
Not so hard to endure when
The knowledge of rekindled birth
Lies waiting in the springtime rain.

A burst of blossoms greening earth
Reviving all the hope of youth,
Mellowing into the truth that
Ages into summer wine.
And summer passes into autumn
As her leaves begin to fall
In triple-glorious profusion,
Nature’s pallet filled with awe.

Let me live in hemispheres where
Angels tilt the fragile scale,
Where light is dark and dark is light
And seasons can prevail.


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Working on my blog's appearance

I've been working on the appearance of my blog. Also trying you link to other blogs to try to attrach traffic. This is not easy.

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Saturday, October 31, 2009

A Preview of "The Poet"; A Play in 2 acts

Act I, Scene 1
Friday evening. The home of Phillip Wright and his daughter, Jennifer. Wyatt Littlejohn has come to visit his best friend, Jennifer, to share his latest poetic creation. Wyatt and Jennifer are seated on the sofa as Jennifer reads from his journal.
JEN:
And the poet, stalwart to the end
Proclaims his love in quiet measure,
Unrevealing, unrelenting,
Undenying to his grave.
Oh, Wyatt, that is so beautiful. I think it may be the best poem you’ve ever written.

WYATT:
You really think so? I mean, I thought it was okay, but the best. . .

JEN:
Absolutely! And I should know. I’ve read them all. Have you submitted it
anywhere?
WYATT:
I’m not sure it’s quite ready for that yet. It might still need a little editing.

JEN:
(Slaps him on the arm with the journal)
Are you kidding? Don’t you dare change a word of it. It’s perfect just the way it is.

WYATT:
Ok, Miss English Lit major.
(Takes journal back. Opens it)
I won’t change anything. . . Except maybe this line right here.

JEN:
Oh, you’re impossible.


WYATT:
I don’t believe in the word impossible.

JEN:
Well, look it up in the dictionary, right next to your picture.

(Doorbell rings. Jen moves to answer)

WYATT:
Expecting company?


JEN:
Other than you?

WYATT:
I’m not company.

JEN:
It’s probably Libby. She’s supposed to come over to help me with the color scheme for the wedding.

WYATT:
Ah, the wedding.

JEN:
Don’t make it sound so grim. It’s supposed to be a joyous occasion.

WYATT:
Hurray, hurray.



JEN:
(Opening the door)
Well, hey girlfriend. Don’t just stand there. Come on in.

LIBBY:
(Enters carrying a bundle. Moves toward sofa.)
Jen, you will not believe the experience I had on the way over. Wait til I tell you. Oh, hi Wyatt. I didn’t know you’d be here.

WYATT:
Libby. Nice to see you, too.


JEN:
So, tell me.

LIBBY:
Tell you what?

JEN:
Your big experience?

LIBBY:
Oh yeah. Well, I’m coming down the Parkway, you see, minding my own business, listening to Fergie on my mp3 and just chillin’, when a cop pulls me over for no reason whatsoever.

JEN:
He must have had some reason.

Libby:
He says that I changed lanes without signaling. Signaling? I say. But there was nobody behind me to signal to.

WYATT:
Except the cop.
LIBBY:
Point taken. Anyway, we chat for a while. . .

JEN:
You chat? During a traffic stop?

LIBBY:
Well, yeah. You know me, I love to chat. Besides, I think he was having a slow day. Why else would he pull me over for such a minor thing?

WYATT:
The fact that you cut him off without warning wouldn’t have had anything to do with it?

LIBBY:
Oh, hush, you silly. So, anyway, we’re talking and I find out that he’s single and, more importantly, not gay. And I’m telling him how I’m coming over to my friend’s house to talk about her wedding plans and I find out how he just loves weddings and . . .


JEN:
Oh, no.

LIBBY:
Long and short of it, I’ve got a date for the wedding. Isn’t that a hoot?

JEN:
Incredible.

LIBBY:
I know. Oh, Jen, he is sooo cute. And single. I made sure of that.

JEN:
Good for you. Can’t be too careful these days.

WYATT:
The important thing is, did you get a ticket?

LIBBY:
Just a warning. But I would have taken a ticket and been glad to get it for the way things turned out.

WYATT:
Only you, Libby, could turn a moving violation into a dating opportunity.

LIBBY:
Listen to you, Mister Master of experience. And how many dates have you had lately?

WYATT:
I don’t think that’s relevant.

LIBBY:
I can tell you how many. Zero, zilch, nada. So don’t go trying to give me advice.

WYATT:
I wouldn’t think of trying to give you advice, Libby. I think you’re way beyond that.
(Turns to Jen)
Listen, I have to go.

LIBBY:
Why? Got a hot date with the head librarian?

WYATT:
In a manner of speaking. Inventory. Looks like a couple of late nights this week.

LIBBY:
When are you going to quit that library gig and get a real job?


WYATT:
I love my job. Besides, it’s only temporary until my writing career gets off the ground.

LIBBY:
Don’t you know by now that nobody gets rich writing poetry?

WYATT:
I’m not looking to get rich; just recognized.

JEN:
Libby, leave Wyatt alone. I happen to believe in him. He’s going to be famous someday.
LIBBY:
Well, I didn’t mean . . .

WYATT:
It’s okay, Libby. I know you mean well.
(To Jen)
Listen, I’ll stop by tomorrow. I have some ideas I want to run by you.

JEN:
I’ll be here in the afternoon. Got an appointment in the morning.

WYATT:
More wedding stuff?

JEN:
More wedding stuff.



WYATT:
Okay, see ya then.
(Opens front door. Phillip Wright is there about to enter)
Hey, Mr. W. How’s it going?

PHILLIP:
Wyatt! Not leaving on my account I hope.


WYATT:
Oh, no. I gotta be someplace.

PHILLIP:
Have you heard from your folks lately?

WYATT:
Not for a couple of weeks.

PHILLIP:
They enjoying the fun and sun in Florida?

WYATT:
Living the good life. Gotta go. See ya.

PHILLIP:
Give them my best.

WYATT:
Will do.
(Exits)

PHILLIP:
It amazes me why that boy wanted to stay in Maryland when the rest of his family moved to Orlando.

JEN:
For one thing Wyatt hates hot weather.

PHILLIP:
It gets hot in Maryland.

JEN:
Not year round.

PHILLIP:
Often enough.

JEN:
Oh, Dad.

PHILLIP:
(Notices Libby)
Hey, Magpie! How’s my girl?

LIBBY:
(Jumps up and gives him a hug)
Just fine, Poppie. My, you’re looking spiffy these days. What’s your secret?

PHILLIP:
Clean living, baby girl. Clean living.

LIBBY:
I don’t know why some lucky lady hasn’t snatched you up.

PHILLIP:
It ain’t from a lack of trying. I had two ladies hit on me this week, one divorced, one a widow.

LIBBY:
Ooh, prospects. Maybe I should get in line.

PHILLIP:
Oh, Libby, if only I were twenty years younger . . .


LIBBY:
Oh, I declare, sir. How you carry on, could turn a ladies head.

PHILLIP:
Okay, Scarlet. You can turn off the charm. I gotta go change. Got a function tonight at the lodge.
(Begins his exit to the bedroom)

LIBBY:
Do you need a date for this so-called function?

JEN:
Oh stop it, Lib. You’re incorrigible.

LIBBY:
I’m not sure what that means, but I’ll take it as a compliment.

JEN:
It wasn’t meant as one.

LIBBY:
Then I’ll take it as constructive criticism. Seriously, though, your dad is so good-looking. I don’t know how he’s managed to stay single for so long.

JEN:
He hasn’t been looking. Too busy. What with running the company and all the charities he gets hooked into, who has time for relationships?

LIBBY:
It’s just sad. That’s all I’ve got to say.

JEN:
Besides, I don’t think he’s over Mom. He talks about her like she’s still here.


LIBBY:
But it’s been what? Five years now? He needs to move on.


JEN:
I agree, but it’s hard.


LIBBY:
Maybe I can fix him up with my Aunt Lula. She’s single again and she’s a real pistol.

JEN:
Is this your aunt who’s been married four times?

LIBBY:
Five if you count Uncle Herman. But that only lasted about a week. Compatibility issue, you know. Never consummated.

JEN:
I think we can pass on Aunt Lula. Besides, remember what happened when we tried to fix Pop up with your Mom.

LIBBY:
Oh yeah. Big disaster. Okay, so let’s concentrate on your wedding. I brought these swatches over. Tell me what you think about this combination of mauve and maize.

JEN:
Hate it. I was thinking more of lilac and pink.

LIBBY:
Ooh, I like that. I think I saw that somewhere in here. Do you think Roger might object to the pink though? Not very manly, and he “is” a very manly man.


JEN:
Roger will go along with anything I choose. He told me I should make all the decisions on the wedding because it’s my day.


LIBBY:
Manly and sensitive, too. I just can’t stand it. Oh, Jen, you are so lucky.

JEN:
I think so.

LIBBY:
He doesn’t have a brother at home, does he?


JEN:
Nope. All sisters from what I understand. Three of them.

LIBBY:
Any of his folks coming in from Vegas for the wedding?

JEN:
Maybe. I can’t get much out of him about his family. I don’t think they’re real close.

LIBBY:
But you gotta meet the family. I can’t imagine marrying somebody and not meeting his family. It’s like that old saying about poking a pig.

JEN:
You mean buying a pig in a poke?

LIBBY:
Yeah, that one.


JEN:
It’s not like that at all. And I’m not marrying Roger’s family, just Roger, and I already know everything I need to know about him.

LIBBY:
I don’t know, girl. They say you never really know a person until you know his origins, and that starts with family.

JEN:
I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but I know enough to realize that is a lot of bunk.

LIBBY:
Okay, but when it turns out that his sister is a modern day Lizzy Boardwalk . . .

JEN:
Borden.

LIBBY:
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.


JEN
Your concern is duly noted. Now, can we get on with this?

LIBBY:
So, it’s lavender and pink, right?

JEN:
Lilac! Lilac and pink.

LIBBY:
Got it.

(Doorbell rings as Phillip enters from the bedroom. He has changed clothes and is now wearing a suit.)

PHILLIP:
Stay where you are. I’ll get it.

Libby:
Wow! Poppie! Look at you. What are you? Some kind of quick change artist?

PHILLIP:
It’s amazing what you can do under pressure.
(Opens door. Roger is there)
Hey! Roger! How’s it going?

Roger:
Not too bad, Mr. W. Look at you, all decked out. Got a hot date?

PHILLIP:
A hot buffet line at the lodge. Listen, I’d love to stay and chat but I’m really running behind. Jen, I shouldn’t be too late.

JEN:
Okay, Pop.

PHILLIP:
See ya, Magpie.
LIBBY:
You bet, Lady Killer.

(Phillip exits as Roger enters)


JEN:
(Crossing to Roger. Gives him a quick kiss)
Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect to see you until later this evening.

ROGER:
Uh, yeah, about that.

LIBBY:
Uh oh.


ROGER:
I’m afraid I have to cancel tonight. I got a call from HQ. It seems we have a bit of a crisis in New York and I have to fly out tonight. I’d ask you to come along but I’m afraid it’s gonna be all business, no time for pleasure.

JEN:
It’s okay. I understand. Your job and all that.

LIBBY:
Just exactly what is it you do again?

ROGER:
Consulting. You know, offering advice, suggesting alternatives and solutions.

LIBBY:
So, you have a consulting emergency.

ROGER:
It’s not as simple as all that, but yes. We’re involved in some heavy negotiations that, well, I can’t really go into.

LIBBY:
I see . . .
JEN:
Oh, Libby, stop it. Look, sweetheart, you go. Take care of business.

ROGER:
It’s what I do.


JEN:
When will you be back?

ROGER:
Tomorrow. Late. Maybe very late.

JEN:
Well, no matter what time it is, call me when you get back. I want to know the minute your plane touches down.

ROGER:
I can do that.

LIBBY:
Oh, Rog, while you’re here can we get your opinion on something?

Roger:
Sure, but make it snappy. Got a plane to catch.

JEN:
Oh yes, we were talking about color schemes for the wedding.

LIBBY:
What do you think about purple and pink?

JEN:
Lilac and pink.

LIBBY:
Oh yeah. Wait. Was it lilac or lavender?

JEN:
Lilac!

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Wow!

Wow! I didn't realize it has has been 5 months since my last post. Since then I have completed a new play (The Poet) and submitted it to the Baltimore Playwright's Festival. I also created a new site http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
where all of my plays can be downloaded for free. I am currently waiting to hear from the playwright's festival as to whether my play will be selected for a staged reading and further consideration for production. I also plan to submit it to Brooklyn College's Drama Department (at the suggestion of a friend, Irene Brodsky) for consideration.

My next project will either be another novel or a new collection of freeverse poetry.

Friday, May 15, 2009

To listen to my interview with Yvonne Perry from Writers in the Sky Creative Writing Service, click the link below:

http://www.audioacrobat.com/play/WWnVMVsW

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Another poem from Rhythmic Notions

Like Drunken Cowboys

There’s a place inside my head where hurt never filters in,
A place to heal, where I can know I’m my own best friend,
Sometimes find it easier than facing reality,
Like drunken cowboys living without a dream.

Call me crazy; call me a fool, for shutting out the world.
I just need time to contemplate the way my life’s unfurled.
Wouldn’t want to take it out on everyone around
Like drunken cowboys tearing up the town.

I don’t want to think about forever,
Trying hard to make it through the storm.
Toughening my feelings into leather
Til it just doesn’t matter anymore.

Take a step back to a time when
Life was a free-for-all,
Where disagreements could always be settled in a barroom brawl,
Where consequences and concerns were not a high priority,
Like drunken cowboys living wild and free.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Listen to my podcast on May 22, 2009

On May 14 I will be recording a podcast (audio Interview) with Writers In the Sky Creative Writing Service. The interview, conducted by Yvonne Perry, will be available for download on Friday, May 22 on Yvonne's Blog at http://yvonneperry.blogspot.com/. We will be talking about my newly released book of poetry "Rhythmic Notions: A Collection of Songpoems".

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Rhythmic Notions is complete and published on lulu.com

This is the final songpoem in Rhythmic Notions:

There Will be More

So, you think this is it,
This is the end.
Maybe have to go back
And start over again.
Well, all I can tell you is
There will be more.
The fountain still runs,
The water’s still sweet,
And I’ll bring you flowers
The next time we meet,
And kisses await
When you open the door.

No one can know what lies up ahead,
A promise unspoken, words left unsaid.
You can fill up an ocean,
Look behind every door.
Still, there will be more.

Sometimes it seems
We run out of time.
It gets too late
For sweet talk and wine
And we get too weary
To see what’s in store.
There’s a new day tomorrow,
A new chance to start,
To chase all those dreams
Held deep in your heart,
And always remember
There will be more.

No one can know what lies up ahead,
A promise unspoken, words left unsaid.
You can fill up an ocean,
Look behind every door.
Still, there will be more.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Page 90 of Rhythmic Notions. Almost done now.

Kiss Me Again

I remember it like yesterday,
The first time that you kissed me,
How it filled my simple heart with joy.
So far lost in happiness
Even now I must confess I was
Like a child with his favorite toy.
But you became so much more to me
In a world where we agree.
It’s a game we play where we both win.
I can’t wait for the next time,
The taste of your sweet lips on mine.
Kiss me once and then
Kiss me again.

Kiss me in the morning light.
Kiss me when we say goodnight
And a thousand kisses in between.
Tempt me with those lips that thrill.
I can’t seem to get my fill.
Kiss me once and
Kiss me again.

The years have slipped away somehow,
Brought us into here and now,
All the roads we’ve travelled hand in hand.
Hasn’t always been such fun
Putting devils on the run,
Keeping up with what our lives demand.
But one constant still remains
Through the trials and pouring rains,
One place where I know we always win.
Your sweet kisses every night
Always seen to make it right, so
Kiss me once and then
Kiss me again.