These are the poems, writings and musings of Michael R. Martin.
Here you will find recent writings, and poems dragged up from many years ago.
Cedar Eden refers to the name of my Adirondack Homestead.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
La Rosa Espinosa
Fragante y dulce,
Pétalos suaves calentado por el sol.
Pero es una rosa con espinas,
Afilada como una fría noche de invierno.
Tu abrazo es como esperar que la cuchillada.
Nunca más!
Mi corazón que ha atravesado por última vez.
Feliz día de San Valentín,
Perra con el corazón frío.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Mall wha?
I can't reconcile in my mind the amount of retail shops along any miracle mile, within any regional mall, and cumulatively around the world with the population of the city, region, nation and globe.
I am dismayed that growth, not only in wealthy nations but in developing nations as well, requires near rampant consumerism and consumer spending.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
It's a dog's world
Although we consider our pets as family members, I don't much go for the "pack" theory. Surely they know we aren't like them. And surely, too, the connection shared is not an anthropomorphic illusion, but a connection of heart & soul at some level.
Last night, I looked into the eyes of my old dog, Bruiser, who is approaching 14 years of age as well as death. He was particularly lame, tripping on falling while trying to step onto his cushioned bed. And in his eyes, cloudy and pale with age, I saw deep weariness.
On the other end of the spectrum, I was eye to eye with young Sadie as I went down the stairs to the woodstove, and again when I climbed back up. And I saw youthful exuberance.
And, in both sets of eyes, I saw love.
Dogs, humble servants, dispensing agape - sounds like they are better Christians than most of their human companions.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Reflections on the VW Bug - Greatest Car Ever
I think I'm going to go out and find me one to fix up.
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Free Range Chicken
(words & music copyright Michael R. Martin)
I'll record it soon - it only sound like I'm saying dirty words when I sing it
Out in the Road see the free range chickens
Clucking and picking, scratching and scritching
Can't catch a bug then they're out of luck,
but I'd rather be a chicken than a duck
In the tall grass see the buffalo toad
Hopping and blinking and sitting kinda low
Can't catch a worm and she's out of luck
but I'd rather be a toad than a duck
What in the heck do I have against ducks?
I'll tell you right now I don't give a cluck
Snapping turtle gonna snap you right up
So I'd rather be a snapper than a duck
Down bu the lake see the big bull frog
Resting his legs on a hollow log
Can't catch a fly then he's out of luck
But I'd rather be a frog than a duck
Down on the farm see a horse and cow
I think you know where I'm going by now
Can't eat some grass then they're out of luck
But I'd rather be a grazer than a duck
What in the heck do I have against ducks?
I'll tell you right now I don't give a cluck
Largemouth bass gonna eat you right up
So I'd rather be a bass than a duck
What in the heck do I have against ducks?
I'll tell you right now I don't give a cluck
Outboard motor gonna chew you right up
So I'd rather be a motor than a duck