Bentlee Poetry (317)

a step out into another dimension, horizontal breath a frost clings to the air lost in sight. Snow's yet to lay is a finger tip cold night. Perfect night in gaze a spotted night light as hands found the pockets head back in stare. Periph's pickin up clustered cloud a breath catches the air as a tongue to iced steel. Whats past the black behind spots a light as ears start to burn in the cold laden flowed air. Huge deep breath plundered drawn in . . . . . ~

Did you ever have the feeling
That was the best you ever had
Did you help it feel good
Or did it get there
All
By itself.

It's said life's not about love
Yet, if it's knockin on your door
Would you open it wide.

Your face has a smile
That comes from within
Door bell was rang
Fifth time we try.

Walk of shame never happens
When you believe in your stay.

There's a connect that you find
That idles your life where you spend most your time
Tho your heart gets trumped by your mind everytime.

That hand with a finger touching your face
Your mind saw it often
Yet it had to erase
A time in your life that was so
Good for you.

Those sheets full of memory
Washed down the drain
Love you never had
Filled in the blanks.

It's five am, from the sheets you rise
Hands are empty, tho the mind sit's quite full.

Dam it that dream kept it alive
What I wanted in life
Yet your ears that were wet
Failed to see.

Was it you
Or was it me
Arms now arthritic
So much time has passed by.

My words now release you to settle my heart
A place where we started, now time to depart.



~Bentlee~

Tip toed in spin stopping in breath
Hand hold's the mask, floor stands in still
I promptly recall your scent from a time
A market from years, a long time ago.

That day you were masked as you are here right now
Your voice that I heard, hair brown in flow
Upward in thrust each questioning eyes
Hand pushed aside gives a what, kind of stare.

Her dress light in hem fondles the air
Eyes dance about with the odd glance of dare
He takes on lead right from under her feet
Hold's to his time, not loosing a beat.

Hall's filled with masks, masking away
Cape's sweep the floor, drama sin play
Hand on the small, the small of her back
Together they come clothed skin to skin

Masquerade's started

Shall we.......begin!


~Bentlee~

My God, why's it so
As one year has passed by
Nothing new
Lot's of old, my reason is why!

What do they think
Why do they, impose
Brass in full clang
From the pew's they arose.

As the man pulls the rope
Over treetop, sound goe's
The call to the people
A gathering of soul.

Yet my grass has been tread
With like minded folk
Who take my concern
In their stride battered, joke.

May I please have your address
So upon I may park
A lot full of cars
They leave lines in full mark.

My God for a year
I've asked with a smile
Yellow tape, is up
Short in feet, not a mile.

I'm not real sure
Why you never complied
Your Priest asked you twice
While I only advised.

Perhaps you feel just
In your thought you display
Immunity in life



~Hmmmm, is that a learned way!?~



~Bentlee~

After sixteen full moon's, gettin from the forest what's needed day ta day. In ma arms you be safe from the lurk of cast shadow. I've a eighteen hand horse an a mirrored sharp sword. We've both settled lives alone far long. One day i'll ask for your hand to hold mine. The night tha moon cast light on the land, my knee wet an soiled kissin your hand. Our breath will take light as our hearts beat as one. Sixteen moon's away our live's have begun. I'll swipe the forest as my sword claims our home~

~yet~

letters are random afloat on the page
making them stick with meaning of sense
tolerant bright
segmented thoughts
collaborative keystrokes
dead pillow fought

them times when the paper the mind and the pen
will lead one a-stray from no start to no end

~Bentlee~

With a whole lot to say
At the bottom of that ballot
Was a box for an X.

Yet you studdered in pen
What you needed to say.

Look around you it's real
Beyond media hype!

Genial circus
With membership growth!

Self imposed blinders
Keeping it calm!

The future is yours
Yet in shadow you lurk!

My God can't you see
What's inside of that train
It keeps passing by
As each ticket is sold!

All future resides on our words being said
Yet, you curl up in a corner ingesting the news!
While it floats on by your reasonable mind.

Diversion attraction call it what you may
You're are part of the price the future must PAY!


~Bentlee~

Triple egg size from where I'm born
The fastest three legged duck on the pond
In my wake you will see, how fast I can be
It's not what you think, oh did I see you wink.

What's on your mind you two legged duck
Some feathers outta place do ya mind if I pluck
Will I look better as a three legged duck
If the feathers from me you'd grab then ya pluck.

Your pluckin's now sittin 6 weeks overdue
Feathers are neat, some spots too few
I'm on three feet, you're just on two
You're sayin pluck me, I say pluck you.


~Bentlee~

so many thoughts that need be denied, stemmed regrets, accountability loss of pride. . . . why's it all tucked away, was it a time, a place an experience I faced, hardened heart, razor sharp tongue, faced hand out at arms length, bringing one's inner thoughts to protect with scorned strength. . . .

Strike the match

As the sea carries horizontal rain
pelt'd beside me on the window frame
All the feet I've seen en-toe'd in the sand
each wave's taken out past part of time

Candle'd flame
chair's under me
crossed knee's fingered smoke
lookin out to a world the drops of rain covered wet
I shake out the flame wooden match it held to

Whistled kettle in the kitchen
tea for two
splat'n rain on the window
from one candle two flames
some black tea an me....~



~Bentlee~

~in a moment. . .
a slight glance happens. . . .
will they
have they
do they-connect. . . .

a quick ripple of thought soften's the eye's. . . .
a moment of chance.......
for two unaware
of thought those eyes share . . . .

what it'd be like fingers entwined
under the moon, beach, blanket an time. . . .
a walk to the market
a bike built for two . . . .

what's the other thinking

could it be you. . . .

that moment could it ever...............
become a lifetime~

~ Bentlee ~