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Dill Dennison Poem
I never thought I'd be the type to say,
suppose at some point love gets to us all.
Hearts like your own can't be given away,
they have to be earned on top of the thrall.
Your embrace had such a powerful grip,
forever at peace when shielded by it.
Said you were leaving my heart hit a skip,
Left alone in an emotional pit.
I struggled with reason - what did I do
to lose the love of my life? Welcome, death
say how do? Of life I am all that is true.
My soul has passed on; I saved you my breath.
I hang my head now accepting defeat,
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat.
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat,
remembering love with all its embrace.
I'd give her my all and bow at her feet,
God only knows how I miss her dear face.
She is my definition of heaven,
and her love defined: the key to its gate.
Given her hand my glee it would deafen.
No fear in my heart at one with my fate.
I spend all day dreaming of her beauty,
most vivid images do not come by night.
Win her back that is my only duty,
so i wait for her with a lovers might.
So, all of these feelings I did convey,
I never thought I'd be the type to say.
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016
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Of time, there is much I will never know.
My eyes trace the heavens for stars aligned—
As the pendulum’s weight swings to and fro,
I marvel, whether by chance or designed?
Of all that is, one fate, to come and go.
Are beasts and man both of some common kind?
Could not the same be said of the willow?
Such wonder filled fantasies cloud the mind.
Of reality, how much is shadow?
How much understanding goes undefined?
What truths may lie beyond such a halo?
Shall I lift the vail or fear the divined?
Dear Universe, with you, I do feel whole.
At peace. A conversation with my soul.
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2022
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Shadows orphic and dark, verily bound;
Have feeling half in and half out of life.
Ghostly whispers; I hark as they resound.
Eerie epitaph of a dim twilife:
Noble savage surely slain by these beasts.
The demon within is all that remains.
Disaccord greater than famine and feast.
Society's hand; now holding the reins.
Precious morality being suppressed;
as if it's something truly criminal.
You fail to see when you're being addressed;
a peril cruelly political.
From within shadows I seek to confront.
Society's nature; the beast I Hunt....
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016
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Pay no mind to man behind the curtain.
You've learned the superficial but his depths are still uncertain.
You tried to plot his course and see that death is lurking.
Look into his eye and you'll see the drugs are working.
It's the sad sad tale of the promise land.
Where you calculate your worth with a cyber hand.
Where you're notified daily that no one understands.
With modern civil rights as false as facebook friends.
They say "We've got to come together; gotta make this right!"
Fat chance of that happening unless you pass that pipe.
On this bureaucratic farm with it's produce ripe.
They cultivate the origins of your foresight.
Playing on your misery as if it were delight.
Still you are convinced you're in a fair fight....
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016
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My truest friend, I am conveyed to say.
Is never more than a thought away.
His name? You ask, I recall plenty.
Met when I was nearly twenty.
Late nights and girls, we had a blast.
Our bond grew so very fast.
I dare to say he was my brother.
One not found without the other.
I felt my judgment begin to sway.
With every word his tongue did say.
My actions were no longer me.
From his grasp I could not flee.
Confined within an euphoric cast.
The urge to move was fading fast.
Suspicion did grow upon my mother.
She seen in me what was another.
I felt my soul had fallen prey.
I saw my world turn to gray.
An improtant lesson I did soon learn: Loss of all, the normal fee.
When I have faded far away, he will surely remain to be.
With thoughts of healing, I am left aghast.
He left inside of me a hole so vast.
A trimmer life awaits, so cut the blubber.
No need for "Dope", I would rather smother!
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016
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He looked at that boy with pain in his eyes
and said I'm sick and tired of seeing all of
these lies
So you went away from home for a little while
and came back here bumping a brand new style
Looking at you now the answer's real clear
You must've ended up somewhere north of here
So I guess it's up to me to get you back to your roots
gonna put your ass back in some cowboy boots
Because you're country that's the way you were born
You're country heading back through the corn
It's a simple way of life around here
where you work, sweat, and bleed and never shed a tear.
If we don't do it, it won't be done
not everything in life is about having fun
I see you over there walking down the street
spent a pretty penny showing off your feet
By the way you're running you should've bought some cleats
Trying to run out of here like your at a track meet
You're a real big shot that what you think
putting all your money in a federal bank
But that ain’t the way we do it around here
we burry our money in an empty jar of clear
Because we're country that's the way we were born
we're country heading back through the corn
It's a simple way of life around here
where we work sweat and bleed and never shed a tear
we wake up early an go to bed late
no we ain't got time to procastinate
You come up to me and ask my advice
I look down at you and I don't think twice
Boy you need to slow down and catch your breath
you got us all worried and scared to death
we all remember that fire in your eye
and I don't believe that you've let it die
Because you're country that'd the way you were born
you're country heading back to the corn
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016
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This world will never know me, who I am
within my core.
It seems as if superficial expressions leave nothing to explore.
So, no one ever comes to rap upon
my door.
Through a window in my heart my soul remembers how to soar.
Nothing special seen of me, likewise,
no good reason to adore.
Words give to me a purpose. A shining light, where none was seen before.
When others read my work understanding becomes a chore.
It’s as if they’re picking up the broken pieces of the man I was before.
When will they realize what I truly have in store?
Every letter transmitting new ideas! Can they envision such a spore?
What mundane has stripped away, I promise we will soon restore.
To hell with common anything! With the characterless we’ll go to war!
Peering across a sea of puce, with our feet planted firmly upon the shore….
If only words were relevant, and did not act as merely document decor.
This world will never know me, who I am within
my core.
I’ll never will the world well. I am just a poet, and simply nothing more.
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2016
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For God and country, swaying toe to line.
Like whispers lost upon a mighty wind.
A cadence echoes; “soldiers ‘til the end.”
Why bestow our youth upon the frontline?
Tides that rise; too must fall to sculpt their shores.
The price of Freedom is too often death.
Life devoid of Liberty; wasted breath.
American Dreams cast in souls of wars!
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2019
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I recall times that are now far from mind.
Times when I was told to mind my label;
left feeling I was of some other kind.
Searching revealed that I had no table.
Self reliance learned in lonely youth.
A gift from some far away unknown place;
instilled in me a taste for sacred truth.
My hunger never filled ahead of grace.
Facing fear as if I were unafraid.
Intuition grew when fed new knowledge.
Two faced; concealer, mascara, a masque.
Knowing fear, I seen fawns in foliage.
Negated when I received my label;
an account of life when told rings fable.
Tru
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2019
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Ever vailing; the eyes of this fearer.
Shade of wispier shape; holds tight his gaze.
Witching hour; moonlit tryst before his mirror.
He loves alone; death 'tis the toll he pays.
Father God above shake my shattered mind!
Let that which was lost finally be found!
Let broken pieces too be recombined!
I plead you break these chains which have me bound!
The silent prayer of this searching soul.
Trapped in ones mind; the worst of labyrinths.
The choices made seem outside his control.
All that he was; built upon crumbling plinths.
The human condition; that of despair.
Existence; such a trivial affair.
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2017
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