charles-dennis
American
Charles Dennis was born 1953 and grew up in Erie, Pennsylvania, moved to southwest Florida in 1973 and stayed until another move took him to Chicago, Illinois in 1979 where he married and lived until 2005. Charles Dennis has always had a passion for writing but never shared his passion until 1979 when he made the move to the Chicago area and turned his focus more toward his writing and now shares his quirky and sometimes harsh look on love and life with people world wide. We hope you enjoy this witty look on the things we all experience in everyday life, as well as his sometimes provocative and sensual poetry. / / NEW WEBSITE: http://www.charlesdennispoetry.com
Charles Dennis
I was in my den, in my favorite chair with its
walls of wood and its shelves filled with wares from an
excursion I had taken to a far away land, and collected
these items to place where they stand.
I could hear the clock ticking, hear the wind howling outside,
while I held on to this shotgun, I had by my side.
I glanced out the window and all I could see
were blowing branches and leaves
that fell from the trees.
Wind blew in gusts, the rain started to fall, as I heard a
child's voice beginning to call. I could not make out just what
they said I had strange visions of ghosts in my head. As the rain fell harder
it came down in sheets like ghosts that move without any feet.
As night was waning, the flames started to rise in the
fireplace right in front of my eyes, as witches, goblins and
ghosts started to fly doing loops and dips
and spectacular dives.
My shotgun fell to the floor and right at that time I
heard a knock at the door, just as those witches, goblins
and scary old ghosts passed by. I opened the door as
scared as I was and there stood a goblin not quite
four foot one. It opened its mouth as I shook on
my feet and out came a phrase
“Hi, Trick or Treat.”
© 2009 Charles Dennis
www.charlesdennispoetry.com
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Charles Dennis
Every time I look into your face, it slides from gladness to
gloom. I don’t know where or when I lost you, but it seems to
soon.
When each day starts fresh, I have hope in my heart as I catch
sight of your shimmering smile and flowing red hair, I know God
is proud he created beauty such as yours to share.
Where did I go wrong? What have I done to have this pain
stacked upon my shoulders? To endure the hollowness I feel.
When our eyes fall on one another’s view, you see what I and I
see what you and as the spears of shooting white light subside,
we fall in love again, you with me and me with you because we
caught a glimpse of each others view.
© 2010 Charles Dennis
http://www.charlesdennispoetry.com
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
Sweet dreams, come to me this night,
comfort my mind and release my soul
from the worries of the day. Send me
to a new world, where joy and love give light,
Dreams let me see smiling, trusting faces
and a place where honesty prevails. Let me walk
among those who care and guide me in my
living. Teach me understanding and
compassion, keep the wonderment of
love within my heart refresh my soul and
mind to the good in all mankind.
In my wakening free me, open my eyes
and heart to the surprises of life and
the goodness of time.
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:13 PM UTC
Don’t hold it against me that I have had a before life,
a life before time
a life before love
a life before sadness
a life before pain
a life before regret
a life before chance
a life before joy
a life before ungratefulness
a life before selfishness
a life before pondering
a life before wondering
a life before faith
a life before apologies
a life before gentleness
a life before kindness
a life before this
a life before tears
a life before killing
a life before war
a life before despair
a life before friendship
a life before triumph
we have all had a before life, or is it all just a dream
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 5:07 AM UTC
I hear children laughing, shouts of joy,
leaves rustling with the breezes as a day
of summer begins its glow.
Warm days of happiness and shooting strands of
aureolin light with skies blue backdrop shimmering
bright. While breezes sing their songs of love, given
them from far above.
Painted with a sable brush, mornings refractions
colors of love beginning another summers day,
with the scent of a farmers fresh cut hay.
I see heat rising from the ground ripples of space
bending, wiggling up then down, as a kaleidoscope
of memories reveal days of summer long since past,
when naked feet walked through the grass.
Mocking birds of summer sing about lazy winters and
fruitful springs as summer days linger into night as dusks
orange, gray, and blue fades from sight.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 8:32 AM UTC
Tears start to swell behind my eyes,
thinking of then and things said,
reliving I feel fragile today.
A droplet finds its way across my
cheek, as I wipe it away with the back
of my hand, I say all of the things I
have felt through the years.
I stare at a blank sheet of paper,
hoping as I start to write, my words
will carry answers, or at least
comfort me. My tongue tastes the
salt from a stray drop my hand missed
as it moved across my cheek again.
I try and try to put my feelings on
paper but all I see are a spattering
of wet gray dots in an outline of your
face looking at me. You were to young,
far to gentle and kind to have life
ripped from you. I stand watching,
waiting, hoping, as the gates gently
open without a sound, solace at last.
I’ll be waiting my love,we will be
together beyond time, beyond life.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 6:34 AM UTC
Wings spread wide we step
from our perch
into the world
with anticipation.
A gentle fall, then
soaring, as hope dangles
from a daylight moon, it cries
and waits to be gathered.
From lonely birth into lonely
death we traverse the
depths of now, in anticipation
of grabbing hold of hope,
and its eternal crown.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 6:59 AM UTC
I walk the night
over city streets trying to find some semblance of why I’m here,
if there is a reason for my living, for me to be walking among
the lights absorbing the sounds as car and bus exhaust
penetrate the walls of my lungs
I walk the night
not just looking but gawking at the sheer size and beauty of the
buildings and think that amongst mans many accomplishments
what meaning could my tiny existence have.
I walk the night
in dream like state, neon hazes float about creating atmosphere
from flashing attention grabbing signs, ****** 2 for 1 at
Jasmines pub, live jazz and quarter beers between 2:00 and
3:00 what the hell is happening to me.
I walk the night
from street to street my feet dragging across cigarette buts
strewn along the sidewalk, most likely from others seeking
answers to questions from some dark place in their mind.
I walk the night
and it seems no one understands why or what they are looking
for, I guess just something to fill that empty lonely space deep in
their gut in hopes it will solve some mystery.
I walk the night
of all places why the city? The urban core, the life blood of every
town large or small, I’m just looking for an answer, to what I’m
not sure and why I really don’t know, maybe you know.
Do you have the answer I’m looking for?
I hope!
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 6:57 PM UTC
I watch the Finches fly, float, flutter dive
across the field they chirp and sing
yellow in color they dot the tops
of the thistle among other natural things
making scalloped patterns as they glide
gracefully moving through the sky
a tiny moment from the day that
helps my troubles fade away.
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
The brain is an ever changing vessel filled with first
impressions, truths and lies of what life gives and also
takes away.
It is a vessel filled with hope, regret sadness and joy a place of
learning yearning forever's and goodbyes.
The mind delivers tragedies break ups make ups illusions
confusion love of what there is and what there’s not.
Hope and sadness sorrow pain as we go through life looking for
some type of gain walking on our heals one step ahead but one
step back lost like spitting into the wind.
We strive, connive and play our cards and what is shown is what
lies, all for a glimpse of what is ours.
The vessel drains then it fills overflows gives us thrills, it beats
our heart and pumps the blood it gives us life. Is that
understood?
Yet we abuse infuse but try not to lose our way so we can stick
around another day to play the game of life for which we pay.
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 10:05 AM UTC