This Blog features the musings of Dennis Sidney Martin; Poet, Playwright and Novelist from Baltimore, Maryland. Feel free to browse the content and leave your comments.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
First poem from Rhythmic Notions
Feel the Rhythm
Do you feel the rhythm flowing
Through the life-veins of the street?
Catch the gentle rolling motion
As it plays beneath your feet.
In the early morning prattle
From a layered world of dreams
Comes an overflow of memory
Floating soft upon a stream.
And the way to turn is so clear
As you step into the heat.
You’re just listening to the rhythm
And following the beat.
It’s a million miles to Heaven
But the journey can be sweet
If you let the rhythm carry you away.
There’s a postcard in your mailbox
From a lover far away,
And you read each word a thousand times
Til the letters seem to fade.
And the rhythm of the words fall softly
From the printed page
And form another memory
To lock into your safe.
But the world keeps spinning,
Swaying to the rhythm of your soul
Til the evening falls just like a welcome friend,
And the beat subsides but never dies,
Just rests upon your mind,
And tomorrow you will start it all again,
And the rhythm wraps its arms around you
Like a long lost friend.
Do you feel the rhythm flowing
Through the life-veins of the street?
Catch the gentle rolling motion
As it plays beneath your feet.
In the early morning prattle
From a layered world of dreams
Comes an overflow of memory
Floating soft upon a stream.
And the way to turn is so clear
As you step into the heat.
You’re just listening to the rhythm
And following the beat.
It’s a million miles to Heaven
But the journey can be sweet
If you let the rhythm carry you away.
There’s a postcard in your mailbox
From a lover far away,
And you read each word a thousand times
Til the letters seem to fade.
And the rhythm of the words fall softly
From the printed page
And form another memory
To lock into your safe.
But the world keeps spinning,
Swaying to the rhythm of your soul
Til the evening falls just like a welcome friend,
And the beat subsides but never dies,
Just rests upon your mind,
And tomorrow you will start it all again,
And the rhythm wraps its arms around you
Like a long lost friend.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
A new project
If you have come to this blog to view postings about Hilary Clinton or Barrack Obama, or if you are looking for pornographic blogs with heavy sexual content, you have come to the wrong place. I am a writer, but I don't write about politics or sex.
For the most part, I am a poet; although I have been known to write a novel or 2 and a few stage plays. If you are interested in poetry, read on. If you came here looking for something else, I apologize.
That said, I have a new project that I just recently started. It is a new collection of song-poems titles Rhythmic Notions. I will have some postings soon, so keep coming back. And feel free to comment. Thanks.
Dennis S Martin
For the most part, I am a poet; although I have been known to write a novel or 2 and a few stage plays. If you are interested in poetry, read on. If you came here looking for something else, I apologize.
That said, I have a new project that I just recently started. It is a new collection of song-poems titles Rhythmic Notions. I will have some postings soon, so keep coming back. And feel free to comment. Thanks.
Dennis S Martin
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Well, it has taken a while but I finally finished my latest collection of poems. It's called "Grace Forever" and is now listed on Lulu.com. Once I have had a chance to edit a printed copy, I plan to make it available on the online bookstores. This collection was a labor of love for me, as it was dedicated to my late Aunt Grace. She was a wonderful person and a real angel to me and my family when I was growing up. God bless you, Aunt Grace. I know you're up there watching over me.
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