Denny Rokicki
Within these pages, you shall find the world of the grand and prolific, the thoughts of the dreamer and the realities of life. I have once again attempted to bring your eyes into the heart of the artist and the mind of a simple man. Let me open the door and take you along inside for in an instant or an hour, you will find yourself transformed into the person who takes the step and forges ahead and looks behind in the most loving emotions. "What If takes the hand of "What Can Be." "Perhaps" embraces the thoughts of "What Should Be." "Belief dances in the moonlight, the smile of all who open their eyes and see with "Only Their Hearts!"
Here I am with you, inviting you to join me in all that I believe to be true and just and wonderful. To all those inspirations that have allowed me to place these thoughts and words and stories and rhyme. I share with you, the reader and my friends. I am but a simple man who was given a gift and that gift is to see with my heart and to touch with my fingertips and to share with the love that only a man like me can do. Whether it be the sunrise or sunset. The peak of a mountain or the tide of the sea. The wind blowing gently or a gail that rips and tears. The sounds of silence or the loud declarations of a child at play. The flicker of a candle in a dark room or the colours of a rainbow touching the earth. The petals of a rose or the prick of a sharp thorn. Here is me the artist taking the hand of you the reader. Let's travel down the path together and see what a great ride this life can be. To you, I say welcome and enjoy my world!!
KISMET-The Christmas Puppy
He was born as he was bred, into turmoil and a cold, howling wind
a tear shined through a holy twinkle, reward for never having sinned.
His mother's cuddle reassured him from every and each of his fears
if he could have barked, the night would have filled the world's ears.
Linda stroked her hair and made up her lips, she mirrored mother's face
her thoughts of grand gifts invaded her mind, not the time nor the place.
"If only a boy like dad, if only a love like mom, this is my true belief
toys no more for me, but, I feel an empty place, a child was I too brief."
Scott tossed about a Ram's football and dreamed of rushing to glory
Christmas was but a few days from, when ribbons and paper tell a story.
" I should want to be tall like dad, yet, tender as mom in her infinite beauty
a good boy is what I have been, I wish a boy's request, in my solemn duty."
Brittney bid her dollies a goodnight and prayed for each to have a new sister
her excitement knew of no bound,as her vigil began for a jolly, bearded mister.
"My list is long dear Santa, but, mommy and daddy I love for being here
inside my heart, I feel not what I want, but, to give my home and offer cheer."
Bob and Loree counted many blessings for more than should be ever granted
their desires were displayed in children's faces, all they could have ever wanted.
"What could we do that's even more, the gift that keeps us all together forever
we have been here and there, given this and that in our loving union's endeavor."
The wind blew as the snow fell, he licked away his mother's frozen, fallen tears
all alone was this puppy now, his confused sadness, made tomorrow so unclear.
He licked for milk that wasn't there and nuzzled close into a still, deaf ear
his panic and sorrow for his mother shook, he fell asleep in her icy, cold hair.
Loree and Bob assembled their children, to carol in the streets of beloved Louis
the truth of Christmas would be sung and sung to high heaven, they doth doist.
Many heart would be touched in friend and fro alike, their voices to so blend
three angels, led by these two, to thank the world, in the songs they dath send.
With their night at its end, father noted a shining light that glared down in East
it was so unusual, that he was drawn to, at his feet, he found the tiny beast.
Half frozen and barely alive, he picked it up and placed near his heart to warm
the spirit had touched him, as he lived his sung words, keep creatures from harm.
He presented his prize to their mother, the children moved closer, wanting to see
each one gently touched him, vying to have and to hold, was their simplest plea.
They hurried home to offer this lost waif, their love's intent and attention to
all they knew was of it's need and what must be done and what they must do.
The little orphan slowly opened his eyes and saw the love he craved, oh, so happy
they all realized that this was meant to be, for this was Kismet-The Christmas Puppy.
He licked milk from Scott's finger and nuzzled gently into Linda's warm ear
his thoughts were of his sweet mother, then fell asleep into Brittney's hair.
