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~A spoke on the wheel~
Did salt cure pork
Did smoke cure the fish
Entertaining tonight
Too the friends that you love?
My cat's been an integral part of my life
For two months or more it's been on his face
Do you believe in what a pet has to say
I think you do, you've seen them like this.
Monsanto approved, I say wtf
Approved by elected, now was there a vote!
Heavy's the metal, carcinogen of way
Sit in the sidelines, passers of day!
Host are the people with, silence of tongue
Don't use it you loose it
That's a natural fact.
Yet you all keep on letting
This movement arrive
Will your blood spill over
Or will it survive!
~
~Bentlee~
Did smoke cure the fish
Entertaining tonight
Too the friends that you love?
My cat's been an integral part of my life
For two months or more it's been on his face
Do you believe in what a pet has to say
I think you do, you've seen them like this.
Monsanto approved, I say wtf
Approved by elected, now was there a vote!
Heavy's the metal, carcinogen of way
Sit in the sidelines, passers of day!
Host are the people with, silence of tongue
Don't use it you loose it
That's a natural fact.
Yet you all keep on letting
This movement arrive
Will your blood spill over
Or will it survive!
~
~Bentlee~
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
When the hell will you all wake up and see what's right in front of you.....................or are you going to continue to trust the ingredients!I'm telling you, read and research the ingredient's of what you are eating, oh ya it's been approved at 100 parts per million, come on, and you are ok with that! That shit does not have to be in the package! Or tell me that it doe's?
Every Sky is a New Sky
EVERY MORNING IS A NEW MORNING
and EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY
and EVERY NIGHT IS A NEW NIGHT
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD LOVE MORE
AND EVERY ROSE IS A NEW ROSE
and EVERY FULL MOON IS A NEW MOON
and EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD RISK MORE
Has anybody seen
my blue eyed boy
You know the one
who held dreams
like a stuff toy,
in my small arms
but there was no one home to love or understand me
it was a mystery what they handed me
what I needed to soar
was obscured no one took score
So now I reach inside
I got nothing to give
Just throw out on my knees naked
in a world hanging by a twig
AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IS A NEW HEARTBEAT
and EVERY BREATH IS A NEW BREATH
and EVERY SMILE IS A NEW SMILE
BUT STILL
I WISH THAT I COULD BE MORE
AND IN EVER ME CRIES THERE'S A NEW ME
and IN EVER YOU CRIES THERE'S A NEW YOU
and EVER BUTTERFLY IS A NEW BUTTERFLY
BUT TIL THEN
I WISH THAT I COULD LOVE MORE
and EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY
and EVERY NIGHT IS A NEW NIGHT
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD LOVE MORE
AND EVERY ROSE IS A NEW ROSE
and EVERY FULL MOON IS A NEW MOON
and EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD RISK MORE
Has anybody seen
my blue eyed boy
You know the one
who held dreams
like a stuff toy,
in my small arms
but there was no one home to love or understand me
it was a mystery what they handed me
what I needed to soar
was obscured no one took score
So now I reach inside
I got nothing to give
Just throw out on my knees naked
in a world hanging by a twig
AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IS A NEW HEARTBEAT
and EVERY BREATH IS A NEW BREATH
and EVERY SMILE IS A NEW SMILE
BUT STILL
I WISH THAT I COULD BE MORE
AND IN EVER ME CRIES THERE'S A NEW ME
and IN EVER YOU CRIES THERE'S A NEW YOU
and EVER BUTTERFLY IS A NEW BUTTERFLY
BUT TIL THEN
I WISH THAT I COULD LOVE MORE
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!”Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!"
-Kazantzakis
No Time
He sits upon the ocean bluff
staring out to sea.
This old poet of many years
lost in memory.
He remembers well, when as a lad,
his sight was sharp and clear,
but now his eyes are dull and sad
and wet with salty tears.
His body once a sculptures dream
is now bent low and frail,
he struggles with each breath he takes,
his skin is dry and pale.
Time has stolen all his dreams
and robbed him of his power.
Crushed and sifted all he was
now death will soon devour.
If only time were not the thief
its shown its self to be.
There are stanzas yet to write
metaphors still to bleed.
He watches now as ships sail past
and children play and swim,
lovers walk and stop to kiss
seagulls chant their hymn.
"So much to see, much to be written,"
he whispers as shelved verses & the
life he postponed screams "It's too late"
death is the one thing that will not wait.
~*Sas
"Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Seduce my soul and I'll be yours forevermore" ~Me
staring out to sea.
This old poet of many years
lost in memory.
He remembers well, when as a lad,
his sight was sharp and clear,
but now his eyes are dull and sad
and wet with salty tears.
His body once a sculptures dream
is now bent low and frail,
he struggles with each breath he takes,
his skin is dry and pale.
Time has stolen all his dreams
and robbed him of his power.
Crushed and sifted all he was
now death will soon devour.
If only time were not the thief
its shown its self to be.
There are stanzas yet to write
metaphors still to bleed.
He watches now as ships sail past
and children play and swim,
lovers walk and stop to kiss
seagulls chant their hymn.
"So much to see, much to be written,"
he whispers as shelved verses & the
life he postponed screams "It's too late"
death is the one thing that will not wait.
~*Sas
"Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Seduce my soul and I'll be yours forevermore" ~Me
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Posted: Feb 2015
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As I walk upon the ground
As I walk upon the ground
you lay beneath but make no sound
with no shoes upon my feet
I think of our life we once had
visting your grave site
still makes me feel so sad
As the stars shine
upon you every night
I think about what
my life with out you
is now like
As I place a Flower
upon your grave
my thoughts of you
in my head will always be saved
As once again I must turn and leave,
Jerry my new life without you
is getting easyer but that
does not mean I dont still
miss you and I dont still grieve
Bye for now untill we meet again
you will aways be in my heart and my husband
and my best friend
As I walk upon the ground
you lay beneath but make no sound
you lay beneath but make no sound
with no shoes upon my feet
I think of our life we once had
visting your grave site
still makes me feel so sad
As the stars shine
upon you every night
I think about what
my life with out you
is now like
As I place a Flower
upon your grave
my thoughts of you
in my head will always be saved
As once again I must turn and leave,
Jerry my new life without you
is getting easyer but that
does not mean I dont still
miss you and I dont still grieve
Bye for now untill we meet again
you will aways be in my heart and my husband
and my best friend
As I walk upon the ground
you lay beneath but make no sound
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
This was written 9 years ago after visiting my husband grave site.
NOT TO FORGET YOU
There stands death.
A bluish distillate in a cup without a saucer.
Such a strange place to find a cup
balanced on the back of a hand~
A shooting star that fell into and from my eyes
sparkles there~
~not to forget you
~to endure.
A bluish distillate in a cup without a saucer.
Such a strange place to find a cup
balanced on the back of a hand~
A shooting star that fell into and from my eyes
sparkles there~
~not to forget you
~to endure.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
All of us touched by death, leaving the heart guardian of precious memories.Do Poets Ever...
Sleep?
Another sleepless night
spent ruffling sheets
& a poet's mind.
Eyes swollen
like sponges,
head pounding
from another night
of sleep's betrayal.
Do emotions fill every
poet's mind when the
sun sets?
Do thoughts scream
in every poet's head
when all is silent
after dark?
Do poet's fear sleep
because they fear never
picking up the pen again,
or is it just me?
Perhaps it is that burning
within a poet's gut,
like hot coal,
like a poem being born?
Perhaps it is that pounding
that throbs within a poet's
groin, or the courage to love
like a wound that never
heals.
So many emotions
scattered around like
stars in the sky,
None with enough light
to be alone in this world.
Ahh yes, emotions, stars & poets
would wither in the darkness if alone.
How does a poet sleep,
& dream just one night
before the sun shows itself for
another day?
~SAS~
Another sleepless night
spent ruffling sheets
& a poet's mind.
Eyes swollen
like sponges,
head pounding
from another night
of sleep's betrayal.
Do emotions fill every
poet's mind when the
sun sets?
Do thoughts scream
in every poet's head
when all is silent
after dark?
Do poet's fear sleep
because they fear never
picking up the pen again,
or is it just me?
Perhaps it is that burning
within a poet's gut,
like hot coal,
like a poem being born?
Perhaps it is that pounding
that throbs within a poet's
groin, or the courage to love
like a wound that never
heals.
So many emotions
scattered around like
stars in the sky,
None with enough light
to be alone in this world.
Ahh yes, emotions, stars & poets
would wither in the darkness if alone.
How does a poet sleep,
& dream just one night
before the sun shows itself for
another day?
~SAS~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2015
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Cascade (Cascade of sad music)
Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié
la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne
derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier
hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant
quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps
Je aurais presque nier ce que je vois au dessus de moi
que les champs du ciel étoilé ne assistent
dans tout le beau mystère d'une nuit sombre
trouve une question sans réponse dans mon cœur
pourquoi vous ne avez mon amour, pourquoi me avez-vous laissé?
comme la pluie mes larmes seront jamais vraiment cesser
aussi longtemps que mon cœur bat vraiment en moi
quand je fais tout ce que je ai oublié je me souviens maintenant
la douleur engourdissant qui hante ma mémoire
violons de l'automne qui se agitent à nouveau l'intérieur de moi
la fureur de l'hiver me amène aucun réconfort
depuis mon amour, étant la lumière de ma vie
vous êtes mon pont vers le monde je réside dans
la fin de la solitude dans laquelle je habite
vous faites une différence plus que vous savez
toutes les étoiles dans le ciel chantent vos louanges
votre beauté transcende diamants sur la terre
ma honte qui a vraiment pas de nom mon amour
me fait tomber dans la repentance en face de vous
comme mes bruits de pas se écarter de votre tombe
où de belles fleurs saluent la mémoire
comme je les regarde comme les fleurs du printemps
pas de mots sur le ciel ou sur la terre mon amour
existe plus immortel que vous devant moi
pourquoi alors mon amour, je demande, me avez-vous laissé?
la pluie froide et humide est comme une cascade
de la musique triste qui ne quitte jamais mon âme.
I feel lost in thought like I have forgotten
the echoing sadness of autumn's violins
behind me the icy embrace of winter past
haunts my memory like a numbing pain
when I can look forward to flowers of spring
I should almost deny what I see above me
that the starry fields of heaven do attend
in all the beautiful mystery of a dark night
finds one unanswered question in my heart
why did you my love, why did you leave me?
like the rain my tears will never really cease
as long as my heart beats truly within me
when I do all I have forgotten I now recall
the numbing pain that haunts my memory
which autumn violins again stir inside me
the fury of winter brings me here no solace
since my love, being the light of my life
you are my bridge to the world I reside in
the end of the loneliness in which I inhabit
you make a difference more than you know
all the stars in heaven sing your praises
your beauty transcends diamonds on earth
my shame that truly has no name my love
makes me fall in repentance in front of you
as my footfalls depart your gravesite
where beautiful flowers salute your memory
as I look at them like the flowers of spring
no words on heaven or on earth my love
exists more immortal than you before me
why then my love, I ask, did you leave me?
the cold and wet rain is like a cascade
of sad music that never leaves my soul.
la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne
derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier
hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant
quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps
Je aurais presque nier ce que je vois au dessus de moi
que les champs du ciel étoilé ne assistent
dans tout le beau mystère d'une nuit sombre
trouve une question sans réponse dans mon cœur
pourquoi vous ne avez mon amour, pourquoi me avez-vous laissé?
comme la pluie mes larmes seront jamais vraiment cesser
aussi longtemps que mon cœur bat vraiment en moi
quand je fais tout ce que je ai oublié je me souviens maintenant
la douleur engourdissant qui hante ma mémoire
violons de l'automne qui se agitent à nouveau l'intérieur de moi
la fureur de l'hiver me amène aucun réconfort
depuis mon amour, étant la lumière de ma vie
vous êtes mon pont vers le monde je réside dans
la fin de la solitude dans laquelle je habite
vous faites une différence plus que vous savez
toutes les étoiles dans le ciel chantent vos louanges
votre beauté transcende diamants sur la terre
ma honte qui a vraiment pas de nom mon amour
me fait tomber dans la repentance en face de vous
comme mes bruits de pas se écarter de votre tombe
où de belles fleurs saluent la mémoire
comme je les regarde comme les fleurs du printemps
pas de mots sur le ciel ou sur la terre mon amour
existe plus immortel que vous devant moi
pourquoi alors mon amour, je demande, me avez-vous laissé?
la pluie froide et humide est comme une cascade
de la musique triste qui ne quitte jamais mon âme.
I feel lost in thought like I have forgotten
the echoing sadness of autumn's violins
behind me the icy embrace of winter past
haunts my memory like a numbing pain
when I can look forward to flowers of spring
I should almost deny what I see above me
that the starry fields of heaven do attend
in all the beautiful mystery of a dark night
finds one unanswered question in my heart
why did you my love, why did you leave me?
like the rain my tears will never really cease
as long as my heart beats truly within me
when I do all I have forgotten I now recall
the numbing pain that haunts my memory
which autumn violins again stir inside me
the fury of winter brings me here no solace
since my love, being the light of my life
you are my bridge to the world I reside in
the end of the loneliness in which I inhabit
you make a difference more than you know
all the stars in heaven sing your praises
your beauty transcends diamonds on earth
my shame that truly has no name my love
makes me fall in repentance in front of you
as my footfalls depart your gravesite
where beautiful flowers salute your memory
as I look at them like the flowers of spring
no words on heaven or on earth my love
exists more immortal than you before me
why then my love, I ask, did you leave me?
the cold and wet rain is like a cascade
of sad music that never leaves my soul.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2015
Post Commenti weeped ageless
i weeped ageless
in the night street
grabbed by branches
bare winter's feast
ice stiff birches
exploded upwardly
in the night street
grabbed by branches
bare winter's feast
ice stiff birches
exploded upwardly
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
Dedicated to my mom who died unexpectedly on April 27th 2009
THE LORD KNOWS WHY
You took her without any warning my Lord
Mami was the one I most adored
I think of her daily pondering where she might be
I pray with you above the stars smiling down at me
You took her before letting me say goodbye
now that she's gone I'm struggling to get by
I am unable to stop the incessant crying
everyday I feel a little more of me is dying
Their are many times I just want to scream...
please lord let this be some bad dream
M peace of mind is rapidly falling apart
I can't find a way to mend my shattered heart
True happiness is seemingly lost forever
emptiness inside you can't measure
In dreams Mami is always dressed in white
her arms around my neck squeezing tight
A faint whisper echoes as she slowly fades away
stop crying my angel, we'll be together again someday
When I wake there's a lingering tear in one eye
"The Lord Knows Why"
Mami was the one I most adored
I think of her daily pondering where she might be
I pray with you above the stars smiling down at me
You took her before letting me say goodbye
now that she's gone I'm struggling to get by
I am unable to stop the incessant crying
everyday I feel a little more of me is dying
Their are many times I just want to scream...
please lord let this be some bad dream
M peace of mind is rapidly falling apart
I can't find a way to mend my shattered heart
True happiness is seemingly lost forever
emptiness inside you can't measure
In dreams Mami is always dressed in white
her arms around my neck squeezing tight
A faint whisper echoes as she slowly fades away
stop crying my angel, we'll be together again someday
When I wake there's a lingering tear in one eye
"The Lord Knows Why"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
It's about loss....who can't relate?
Tweaked 9/10/17
Mr. B.
It was a gorgeous sunny day ...
On the day you passed away.
Suddenly, the day didn’t seem so nice anymore ...
I was feeling so hurt, down to my very core.
Since then I’ve thought of you, day in and day out ...
I just miss you so deeply, without a doubt.
There was a certain song playing on the day you died ...
The last time I heard that song, I broke down and cried.
I put more pictures of you on my wall to view ...
Sometimes it helps just to be able to look at you.
Other times the pictures make me feel sad ...
But the one with us laughing makes me feel glad.
On the day you passed away.
Suddenly, the day didn’t seem so nice anymore ...
I was feeling so hurt, down to my very core.
Since then I’ve thought of you, day in and day out ...
I just miss you so deeply, without a doubt.
There was a certain song playing on the day you died ...
The last time I heard that song, I broke down and cried.
I put more pictures of you on my wall to view ...
Sometimes it helps just to be able to look at you.
Other times the pictures make me feel sad ...
But the one with us laughing makes me feel glad.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2014
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