Mari Martin

Mari Martin Poems

Yesterday my dream was to know Love.
How many yesterdays have come and gone?

In my youth my dream was to be grown.
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I see in your eyes
a passion that consumes
my every thought
my every breath.
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In all the world
there is beauty.
It is not always seen.
It is not always felt.
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In the sea of life he glides
graceful and caring
with a light of guidance.
Quiet is his song to those who are lost.
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If I could be just half
of what you dreamed I'd be
with all the rainbows at my feet
for all the world to see,
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Shadowed are my footprints
through silent hallways
lined with unfired lamps
dampened by mornings dew.
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Graceful dancers
your fingers hold stories,
softly spoken secrets,
whispers of love
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Through time and space,

through wind and fire,
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The sky awakens
light caressed by my dreams
lingering in eyes that are shaded
lashes full
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Night,
your beauty is infinite
cast upon ever moving blankets,
grains of life
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Soft light shimmers on the darkened walls.
White iridescent streams of brightness
cascade across the bed
blending with the shadows.
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Quietly in the night
I search for the heart I feel.
I walk through mists of uncertainty
with a secret to reveal.
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I watched you
across the room
conversing with someone you knew.
Your eyes like mirrors to your soul,
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One day Love came for me.
It brought to my heart a song
a melody of happiness
and a promise to belong.
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Oh, sweetness of life
how come you to find me here
lost in past dreams?
You smiled upon me
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Come the ones with hollow eyes
whos voices drip deceit and lies.
Come the ones with hands that choose
to leave their signs of blueing bruise
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On winds of change
his wings do soar
on whispers of Old
lost no more.
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Night,
open and alive, signs of life hidden.
They move in silence around them.
Yet, the light within them grows.
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19.

Our eyes met.
I held my breath.
I was afraid of myself,
afraid of losing myself
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20.

I am alone once more
sitting by the lake
filled with the tears of my heart.
I have been here before, long ago
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Mari Martin Biography

The greatest compliment to a poet is for a poem to touch a heart and stimulate a mind. Thank you for your comments if you leave one, and, if you don't that is fine too. I hope my poetry touches you in some way. Born the middle child of 10 siblings. My Father was a poet only for my Mother. My Mother was a music major. I have written as far back as memory goes. I actually grew up in Europe the first 14 years of my life. My Father was a lifetime Air Force Pilot. I have seen more countries in my lifetime than some can even dream of. Each summer my Father took us on a 3 month vacation all over the UK, Scandanavia, and Europe. I remember it all with great love. My parents are gone now, but, they live on in my poetry, their gift to me. I think my first poem was actually pictures. I was eight at the time. Later at age 15 I found the drawings I did, a sequence of pictures. I sat down with them and wrote the poem, 'My Favorite Place'. I have had many ask me why I write. It is a question that has been asked of me many times. Each time I smile and repeat the question to myself, wondering if the answer will be the same. It never is. My Father always said I wrote because I was too shy to speak of things. My Mother saw it a different way. She said I had the gift of seeing with my eyes and heart, and that what I captured with them became words to share with those who could not draw with words. I write...because it is part of me.)

The Best Poem Of Mari Martin

One Dream At A Time

Yesterday my dream was to know Love.
How many yesterdays have come and gone?

In my youth my dream was to be grown.
How many years will I grow?

Today, my dream is you.
Will you always be a dream?

Tommorow I will have another dream
of knowing how many days I have with you,
of your remembered touch,
of Love's sweet continuance
through tomorrow's dreams.

Mari Martin Comments

Jim F 05 April 2012

In response to Telescope: On behalf of myself and everyone in Ohio who is currently stumbling forward on the path to enlightenment, I humbly express our sincere appreciation for your words of celestial guidance. May all who read your verse be motivated onward toward the realization that will most assuredly be attained by those but willing to take the first step. Your insights and poetry will no doubt bring understanding to the hearts and clarity to the eyes of many generations yet to come. jim Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Emily Oldham 10 May 2009

I've read quite a few of your poems now, and I think you are an amazing poet. Thanks for sharing Athena *** words will change the world ***

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