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

The Lions Share

The Lions Share is traveling from distant lands they call abroad.

The wise men have all cautioned with a wink, a smile and nod.

There’s a boat on the horizon, off course and still they row.

For where they land can’t be as bad as the horrors that they know.

So bring it on your best scowls, your judgements and your scorn.

If you aren’t going to help, you’re on a path thats really worn.

The cubs are waiting quiet with their mothers and their fears.

They’re waiting for the Lions Share who are searching through their tears.

Dennis Mantin

The Summit

It’s lovely at the summit if you care to make the trip.

The return is fast and furious if at the top you slip.

Early morning is the darkest at the sec before the dawn.

You just let go and feel the breath imagine you’ve nothing on.

Every night I go there, sometimes I don’t recall.

But when I do is when I wake, I’ve no control at all.

Last night I felt the summit with feet still young and strong.

I felt the breeze of youthful ease and a belly full of song.

Dennis Mantin


The charm is being doled out.

The healing has begun.

The smiles are now warming…

Their eyes have twinkled at the sun.

It’s Mr and its Mrs.

They’re riding on that horse.

The one that’s blowing kisses.

Without the use of force.

We sure are going to miss them.

You can almost hear their thoughts.

Their fears have all lost their masks.

Their stomachs are in knots.

I think it’s time to let it go.

The fiddler you must pay.

You dance with who they tell you to.

Or you best be on your way.

Dennis Mantin

The Discontented

The cold and cool of winter, tis the season of the discontented.

Should be grateful for this time but those feelings are sold or rented.

Not much here to look at, no not us… we can’t boast.

The suns still rising in the east, and looking messy on the coast.

Change is coming at the top, they are preparing the great meal.

For every winner there’s a loser and they are shouting about a steal.

In the north here we stay quiet with just a side of nevermind.

With one eye on the tele, and the valley of the blind.

I’ve been trying to find the writer cause I don’t see the script.

The rules are out the window and democracy has been flipped.

Maybe there’s no endgame, a plot twist to be sure.

When fear is the entertainment then the goals are sick and pure.

When power is the weapon. When the monster has to feed.

It’s simple not mysterious… turn the page… see the greed.

Dennis Mantin

That Thing

I have that thing going on…

That feeling where I can find whatever excuse I need to fail.

It has a need… This Thing.

A need to live and breathe and thrive!

What the therapist’s refers to as… Intergenerational Transmission of Family Dysfunction.

Awareness is the key I’ve been told and I am seeped in Awareness NOW.

I will break this chain for me and mine.

Dennis Mantin

About That Thing I Said…

I said I would love you forever.

I was young and terribly shy.

Gave you credit for being clever.

Didn’t know how to say goodbye.

Was over before it started.

It’s just the way it was.

Don’t need to be so broken hearted.

Sometimes it’s just because.

I didn’t really know about love

Just kinda thought I did.

Only when push comes to shove.

Fight or flight? I ran and hid.

Dennis Mantin


It has been said that WHY is a child’s question…

There can be some truth to this I guess however lately I’ve been wondering about something and I am far from the young inquisitive mind…

WHY are so many of us so interested in not embracing this experience of this life and humanity on this planet earth as being unique in the universe?

Dennis Mantin