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    Mirror of Remembrance
    Mirror of Remembrance
    Mirror of Remembrance
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    Mirror of Remembrance

    By Dennis S. Martin

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    We can all learn valuable lessons from personal introspection. This double collection of poems offers a mirror that refelcts back to the reader and gives an in-depth look at those things common to us all. Part 2 is a compilation of personal remembrances from childhood forward
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateMar 18, 2015
    ISBN9781329000421
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      Mirror of Remembrance - Dennis S. Martin

      Mirror of Remembrance

      Mirror of Remembrance

      A Collection of Poetry

      By

      Dennis S Martin

      © Copyright 2005, Dennis S Martin

      All rights reserved

      E-Book ISBN: 9781329000421

      Print Version ISBN: 978-1-4116-7159-1

      Part 1: Look into my Mirror

      What happens when we take a good look inside? Do we like what we see? Is there more than meets the eye? Let’s take a look. You might be surprised.

      Look Into My Mirror

      1. The question

      In this there is nothing for me; but of me. It is yours.

      For you to look inside of me; inside of me... And you.

      Let me be your looking glass.

      Discover what a new and different person,

      Who you've never known before,

      Dwells within, without, with all around one central core.

      Humanity from man to man and inhumanity...

      Competition runs between / betwixt...

      Compassion once and rage again run hand in hand in me;

      A vacuum where contrasting forces mix.

      A lilac in the early spring surprised by winter snow..

      The blossom of a dying tree in crumbling to the earth.

      The funeral procession and the laughter as we go about

      Forgetting death... Has life such little worth?

      We go about to fill our ears with business not our own.

      We seek to know of tragedy; but not concerning us.

      Yet, striking home a hurting blow is worse than worsest bad,

      And no one knows our plight. We're drowned in dust.

      In dust our eyes see dizziness inside our spinning heads.

      The road unclear, we do not care, in part, as much to know

      In which direction footsteps lead. We stumble through the dead

      Until the dealer calls our bluff... It's time to go.

      Life in a vacuum, struggling for air.

      Mind of confusion going nowhere.

      Mingling feelings... Vanishing hopes...

      Time revealing tangling ropes

      Of tied up ambitions offering naught

      Of that satisfaction for which life has sought.

      Confusion! Confusion is all that I see;

      Sadness and happiness all around me.

      Eight hour days and eight hour nights...

      Land and sea and free-falling flights.

      The oceans of air swirling round in my head

      With the burnt leather stench of the things that are dead.

      Decaying of man in his own burning flesh

      While our visions of harmony want for a fresh,

      A new, and equal start...

      While peace through destruction seeks to depart

      From peace through peace,

      Which we never have known,

      But have longed for and hoped for and needed so long.

      Are we coming to end?

      Will we ever begin to find the world we've waited to see?

      Is it only our dust that will set us free?

      2. The need to simplify

      With all the world in apathy, still optimism dwells in me

      Along with pessimistic views of this world that was meant to be

      A paradise for man to live, and not to die beneath its crust.

      But we have seen that all are fated once from dust to dust.

      The contrasts mixed within our souls...

      The paradox of life itself...

      The mysteries explored by minds, explained by man

      To no avail.

      The love and hate... Both different, yet one...

      The beauty of ugliness...  The giant. The elf.

      Success and failure in reaching our goals,

      Though even succeeding still we fail

      To grasp the meaning of it all.

      We rise to a peak... We stumble and fall;

      Yet pick ourselves up and continue our search;

      To live life and love it for all it's worth.

      For life in itself is a beautiful thing,

      Meant only to bring out the best within men;

      The love within man;

      For the beauty of life is always at hand:

      The free and unbound flight of a bird...

      The soft sweet silence of new-fallen snow...

      The great chameleon forest of green and yellow,

      Of orange, of brown and gold...

      The joy of a child,

      Or an off-colored joke...

      The thrill of a swim, or a ski-riding boat...

      The summer walks with the one you adore...

      Just watching TV on a carpeted floor.

      The simplest things in this world seem to bring

      The most joy to my heart through the winter and spring

      And summer and fall.

      No matter how small

      I laugh at them all.

      They give to my heart a lasting song,

      And I'll sing it and love it my whole life long.

      3. The need to laugh

      For I...

      I am a wandering minstrel;

      A jester of a thousand nights,

      And days if day permits me

      To jest in folly as the world is

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