Bitter Cold

The bitter cold has lifted, the snowflakes melted wet.

The winds are more forgiving, we are huddled with feet set.

On ground as hard as clay, under sky as white as bone.

We are humbled and forgiven, yet we feel so all alone.

Maybe it’s just the season, it might be something more.

We are waiting on deliverance, in that distance there’s a roar.

Dennis Mantin

Baby Loves Clowns

I don’t know why my baby loves clowns Whose painted on tears never fall down I don’t know what she sees in their eyes Perhaps the line between horror/surprise.

I don’t know why my baby can’t sing… Why carnival music isn’t her thing. Songs fill my head when I’m at the fair. Searching for clues in clowns everywhere.

I don’t know why she screams at night… I hope it’s not why she holds me so tight Cause I’m the type, I’m weak for love. Carnival music I rise above.

Is it the pain or is it the fears? For some carnival crimes from yesteryears… Maybe it’s you, maybe I’ll never know. Maybe it’s me, baby let go.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall… Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…. Went to her shrink, ended up at the mall. Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.

Dennis Mantin

The Chances Store

Chances were the premium at the Chances Store.

I called up their proprietor and asked for just one more.

Inside information suggested relocate. When they closed the Chances Store… It sealed the users fate.

No plans for the future and the future it is here. Who knew that the sun would rise and whisper last nights fear.

So we headed for the highway which ended at the light. Looked upon arrival, no Chances Store in sight.

Searching for the answers that will ease the fears, some will stand there crying to find few are buying tears.

All are someone’s baby, lost along the way. Strangers and sojourners who have lost the need to pray.

And I say Pray!

Dennis Mantin

Financial Ruin





Nothing new under the sun.

The best laid plans of mice and men.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

There ain’t no turning back!

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It is just a phase we are going through.

It’s not the size of the man in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the man.

We are all in this together.

If you don’t have health and family, little else matters.

Keep the faith 🙏

Dennis Mantin

The Advisor

The Advisor is still speaking. My response will have to wait.

I know I should be so grateful. There’s so much now on my plate.

There’s the problem I can’t listen. All these voices in my mind.

A warning with some guidelines. With no words described as kind.

I am walking closer now. Standing, grinning eye to eye.

The Advisor has gone quiet. “Are you sure it’s not a lie?”

My question has caused confusion. I can see her far off gaze.

She’s going to her safe house, where soft music always plays.

I know it’s not permanent, someday she will return.

She has so much to teach me and I have so much to learn.

Dennis Mantin


Things are far from used to be.

We don’t know what to discard.

The more we look, the less we see.

We are listening but it is hard.

The leaders are in shambles.

The followers have gotten bold.

Their voices sound like rambles.

Like the world they’ve gotten old.

I no longer feel like waiting.

A new renaissance is the need.

The love has left for hating.

A sadness steeped in greed.

The world keeps right on turning.

People have had their say.

There appears this lack of learning.

No God… no need to pray.

Dennis Mantin

The Most Miserly Person

When I was a child I read about this woman who was one of the richest people in the world and the Guinness World Book of Records dubbed her ‘The Most Miserly Person in the World.’

The thing that stuck out in my mind then wasn’t that she saved scraps from bars of soap to be used later in spite of having tens of millions of dollars; it was that her son needed to have his leg amputated due to delays in finding a free medical clinic.

Now that I’m an adult and have some life experiences and have met people who are similar to this miser in nature; I find it odd that not once did anyone ever suggest in their writings about Hetty Green that she might have been mentally ill.

Dennis Mantin

Old Photos

It’s dark and cold and silent and darkest before the dawn.

The calendar is all empty except the numbers nothing’s on.

There’s no plans now in the planner. Nothing much to do.

Except holding it together and somehow muddle through.

Nothing is still something, nothing ventured nothing gained.

The wise stay at the here and now. Their quiet has explained.

There is no need to go there, the past is past not wrong.

You were so much younger then and now you don’t belong.

I saw a photo yesterday and for a second I felt old.

Not so much a bad thing just a story to be told.

Dennis Mantin